Charlie 2

When I woke up in the morning, I was glad I wasn’t strapped to the bed. Mom coming home would keep me safe from Daddy.

I saw that clothes were laid out on my bed already and I took them into the bathroom with me to shower and get ready.

When my hair and make-up were done, I turned to the clothes. Just a cream sleeveless sweater dress and leggings. The bra he’d laid out was just like the others – my nipples would be exposed. I wasn’t as worried today since nipples wouldn’t be so obvious in a sweater.

I put the bra on and my nipples poked through the front. I grabbed the sweater and put it on. As soon as the fabric hit my nipples, I screamed and pulled it off. I turned it inside out and looked at the chest. Daddy had sewn two squares of the rough side of Velcro over where my nipples would rub against them. There was no way to get around it. If I didn’t wear the sweater, what would he do to punish me? Any of my other sweaters would probably have the same thing done to them.

I put the sweater on more gently and tried to move slowly. The Velcro felt like needles against my sensitive nipples. I pulled on my leggings. Daddy had altered them as well. I noticed as I looked down that a thin strip of the same Velcro had been sewn into the crotch seam. He was sadistic.

I pulled the leggings on gently. If I let them bag in the crotch, it wouldn’t be so bad. The sweater was long and would cover it anyway. But Daddy had shortened the crotch of the leggings so that I had to pull them up as far as I could so they would stay on. The front seam pushed its way between my labia and the Velcro sent its pins and needles straight onto my clit. I bit my lip and tried not to yelp just in case my mother had come home already.

When the leggings were finally on, I had the most obscene and painful cameltoe I’d ever seen. I had no idea how I was going to walk, let alone sit in class.

I carefully made my way into the bedroom to put on my socks and boots. When I sat on the bed, I sucked in a deep breath as the Velcro pressed into my clit. It took me a minute to adjust to the pain before I could even put on one sock.

Daddy poked his head into my bedroom, “All dressed? Breakfast is ready. Your mom is running late, she said she’ll see you this evening.”

“Almost ready.”

“See you downstairs.” He bounded down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning.

I arrived at the breakfast table grimacing in pain, “Daddy there’s no way I can go to school like this. It hurts too much.”

“My guess is you won’t want to fuck all the boys in your class feeling like that, will you? It will keep you on your best behavior.”

“Daddy, I don’t fuck them all anyway!”

“Sit and eat.”

I slowly lowered myself onto the chair and cringed as the Velcro settled itself into my pussy.

I tried to eat, but leaning forward was painful as the Velcro down below dug in and the Velcro inside my sweater rubbed its sharpness against my nipples, “It hurts too much.”

“You’ll manage.” Daddy downed his orange juice and cleaned his plate in the sink. “Just thinking about you cringing uncomfortably all day, focused solely on getting through class and getting home….makes a Daddy know his daughter will be chaste.”

“Daddy please…” I was ready to beg.

Daddy stalked around the table, grabbed me, ripped the leggings down and threw me over his lap and spanked me right there at the table.