I think about him carrying out his threat to bend me over his knee, envisioning the feeling of his hand bouncing off my ass. I walk out and see my dad sitting in a black suit, his tie matches the pink on my gown. I try to protest but he shushes me. This situation is best for her. He opens my door and steps aside, giving me ample room to take it all in. Part of me wanted to run into the shower and scrub the shame away, another part wanted to curl up in his arms and fall asleep. It comes with a matching pair of boy short style panties. He pushes her off and forces her over the coffee table. The sight of his thick, rigid cock twitching as he came, the sound he made as he said my name, the sounds from the porn on his tv. After she washed out my hair I said I’d be fine with a simple blow dry and back in a ponytail, but she shook her head. I turn to walk away and he grabs my hand leading me inside. I climb back into bed and shut my eyes tightly, hoping that this was just a dream and that I didn’t just walk in on my father masturbating.
