Charlie 1

My name is Charlie. The year I turned 18, my body filled out and it seemed as if overnight I had curves. My mom had to take me shopping for new bras and clothes because hardly anything fit anymore. I was 5′ 6″ and athletic from the dance I had been doing my whole life. My breasts were all of a sudden a 32 D. My mom was sympathetic, telling me sports bras would help support me while I danced. But my hormones were more concerned with how boys were looking at me lately. I was being invited to a lot of parties that I never went to and dances and proms were easy to find dates for.

I lost my virginity when I was after my first prom with a Junior who had asked me to the dance. He was sweet and a virgin too. The sex was painful and awkward and I bled for a few days after. We had messed around a few times after and the sex didn’t hurt anymore but I had still never had an orgasm with a boy.

One day after school my senior year, the poor boy was sucking on my nipple with his hands down my pants, determined to figure out how to make a girl come when my dad walked in early from work. I’ve never seen a boy move as fast as he did running from my house. I’ve also never seen my dad angrier.

“Get to your room, young lady!” I hurried up the stairs and jumped onto my bed, my heart pounding. I was in so much trouble! How was I going to explain myself?

I waited in my room for what seemed like hours. From the sounds downstairs, my father was having a few drinks. So I waited. My mom was away on a business trip and I knew he had no idea how to handle what he’d just witnessed.

He never came into my room that night.

A few weeks later, a boy was tutoring me after school when dad came home. The boy nervously excused himself and left.

“Another after school visitor?” My dad’s voice sounded strange.

“He’s just tutoring me in math, Dad. He’s a nice boy.” I rolled my eyes.

“You think I believe that? You think I don’t see the way you’ve changed? You’ve turned into a whore, Charlie!”

“No, daddy! I’ve only been with one boy, I swear!” he came toward me and I could smell the liquor on his breath. He must have stopped for cocktails with his friends at work before he came home.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs to my room. He sat on my bed and pulled me over his lap, lifting my skirt so my ass was exposed for him.

“Daddy, no!” He pulled my thong down and slipped it off my feet.

“No? Since when do you tell me ‘no’? Only a whore wears a thong under a skirt, Charlie.” He balled up my thong and stuffed it into my mouth as he began spanking my bare ass.

My cries were muffled and struggling did no good, he was far too strong. All I could do was cry and take the punishment. Each slap felt made me scream as the pain increased.

When he was finished, he tossed me onto the bed, “If you want to be a whore, I’ll treat you like one.” He started grabbing clothes from my closet and disappeared into my mother’s sewing room. Dad’s family were Tailors, and he knew plenty about clothes.

I was terrified and my ass cheeks were on fire. I pulled the thong from my mouth and got under my covers. When I woke up, dad was in my room with a pile of my clothes and a black plastic bag.

“You’ll do as I tell you from here on out, do you understand?”

I nodded, “Yes, daddy.”

It was late and I hadn’t eaten, but I didn’t dare ask for anything while he was angry like this. He put my clothes away and left with the plastic bag. When he returned, he had me get up.

“Take your clothes off.”

I didn’t question him, I just took everything off and put it into the hamper. He lifted my mattress and put some straps under it before putting it back down.

“Go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. Leave the door open. Whores don’t deserve privacy.”

I pee’d and brushed my teeth, naked, while daddy watched from the hallway. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

When he led me to my room, he had me lie down and he took a strap from each corner of the bed and cuffed them to my wrists and ankles. I was spread eagle and couldn’t move much. He stared at me lying there for a moment and covered me up.

“I’ll teach you some self-control and humility if it kills me. And don’t you dare breathe a word of this to your mother. It would break her heart to know her daughter is a whore.”

“But daddy,” I wanted to make him believe me, but he refused to listen.

“Don’t waste your breath. I’ll wake you in the morning.”

Then he left me there, naked and trapped. My dreams were filled with images of daddy spanking me. When I woke up, I could feel that I was wet and turned on, but the stupid cuffs wouldn’t let me touch myself. Maybe that was daddy’s intention?

Daddy woke me up early for school. He un-cuffed me and had me shower with the door open and told me to shave my pussy bald.