9 comments/ 165965 views/ 8 favorites Daddy's Secret By: muchtosay The roar of the bus engine pulled Eric's eyes from his paperwork to the view out his office window. He watched as it stopped at the end of his paved driveway and opened the doors to release a group of kids. His daughter, Stacy, stood laughing and talking with friends as they began to sift off in different directions towards home. She was always one of the last to break free from the group. She seemed more social this year than any of her previous high school years. It had been hard raising a daughter alone, but he was very proud of the woman she had become. He felt a twinge of pain as he thought of the college acceptance letter sitting on the edge of his desk. School would be out in a month and she was already packing for her move so she could get settled and begin her summer employment near her new campus. It had been almost painful watching her turn eighteen at the beginning of the year knowing she would soon be gone. She still felt like his little girl in so many ways, yet she no longer was. He watched her walk up the driveway and the guilt washed over him as it had many times before thinking of his indiscretions, but his cock was rock hard in spite of the guilt. His daughter had been blessed with her mother's long muscular legs and large breasts. Her smaller waist gave her an hourglass type figure and she had let her beautiful red hair grow to shoulder length this year framing her piercing green eyes perfectly. She was definitely the picture of her mother. A yell from a friend on the street turned her back to him. He shook his head and inadvertently reached down to rub his cock through his jeans. He had stared at that ass so many times. It was so perfect. His stare broke as she turned and headed for the front door. He forced his thoughts away and scooted up to his desk needing to hide the bulge in his pants, but satisfied knowing it wouldn't be much longer before he could enjoy more of her. She came bouncing in as she did each day, kissed his cheek and told him about her day. This was their daily routine. His work allowed him to work in the field during the morning hours and from his home computer terminal in the afternoon hours. It was a schedule that fit his lifestyle perfectly. Stacy finished rambling about her science class term paper and then excused herself to take a shower. He could set his watch by her afternoon showers. She had never been comfortable showering at school with other's watching, so she always took her physical education class at the end of the day so she could shower at home. He leaned back in his chair and reached for his mouse. The guilt he felt was completely obliterated as he clicked and opened the camera. There she was as she had been everyday for the past couple months. He rotated the view and breathed a sigh of contentment as he watched her sitting on the toilet. She was looking straight ahead, letting her thoughts wander as she peed. Her shorts and panties were bunched up around her ankles and he knew it would be just a couple minutes before she kicked them off. His hands immediately went for the button of his jeans and released the pressure that had been building under the confining material. This was always the best part of his day. He always waited patiently for it. His hand began to rub softly against his throbbing cock. He liked to go slow. Stacy reached for the toilet paper and wiped quickly between her legs before she stood. His eyes widened as her beautiful body began to come into view. He quickly changed cameras so he could get a direct shot of her ass as she bent over to untie her shoelaces. His cock twitched as she leaned over and her ass parted just a little. Her asshole was so pink and puckered that he could never take his eyes off it. It looked so tight and innocent. His mouth watered at the thought of running his tongue over it and his cock was bulging with the anticipation of piercing his big cock head into that sweet hole. She stood and pulled her shirt up over her head, then released her bra and tossed it to the floor. There she was, so beautiful and unaware. He watched as she moved and stepped into the shower, her legs so tan and smooth. Quickly he changed cameras again and was able to see her perfectly as she tipped her head back and let the water pound against her skin. His cock felt like it was ready to burst as he gripped it and pumped slowly. His camera angles from the showerhead and the knobs were perfect to take in her amazing body. He was able to see everything. She slid her soapy hands over her body seemingly taking her time as she reached her nipples. They hardened at her touch. He loved watching her touch and explore her body. She lifted her arms, washing her armpit and sliding her hand underneath her breast. Then she lifted the other arm and did the same. Her hands moved down to her tight belly and then lower to her abdomen. The silky look of her skin covered with soap made him crazy. The water pounded at her skin as her fingers moved to her bare pussy. She lifted one leg onto the side of the tub and he was able to watch her spread her lips and slide her fingers in. He quickly glanced at the camera showing her face. He loved how her eyes closed and she got a slight smile of contentment as she touched herself. He kept both camera views on his computer as he began to squeeze harder and pump his cock faster. Stacy began to rub her middle fingertip in circles around her clit. He watched it harden as she tipped her head back in pleasure and let the water beat against her nipples. She moved her finger faster. Her gorgeous wet body begged to be touched. He imagined her moans as he looked at her open mouth. His reached down and squeezed his balls. They ached with the need to empty into her. He imagined what it would feel like to have her wet lips on his cock, his fingers in her silky wet hair. Stacy turned her back to the water. Eric stopped stroking for just a moment and watch as she changed her typical routine. He got excited as she reached back and spread her ass, allowing the water jets to invade. He quickly clicked to one camera, full screen and then grabbed his cock and pumped with abandon as she slid a soapy finger down the crack of her ass and began to rub the tip against her tight pink hole. She had never done that before. He could see her other hand as she bent a little more. She had pushed her other hand between her legs and was rubbing her clit again. Eric pushed up from his chair and stood in front of his computer screen, his pants dropping down around his ankles. He reached quickly into his desk drawer for a tube of lubricant, squirted a little on the palm of his hand and then took his cock in his fist again. He was so ready to cum. He leaned forward and rested his left hand on the desk to steady himself, bringing his face closer to the screen and his daughter's tight ass. His right hand became her tight asshole and as she began to push her finger in, he made a tight circle with his thumb and fingers and felt the tightness. She began pushing her finger in farther and faster, making it disappear inside her puckered hole. He pumped faster, forcing his cock into the tightness, clenching his teeth so he wouldn't yell out how hard he wanted to fuck her. He felt his cum boiling up to the surface and he could no longer hold back. She plunged her finger in again and again as ropes of hot cum shot from his cock onto her ass. He pumped every last drop from his cock then collapsed back into his chair and watched the cum drip off her ass as she pumped her ass to orgasm. He watched her finish the shower making sure she was completely rinsed and the guilt began to creep in as it usually did, forcing him to shut off the monitor and begin cleaning up. Soon, all was picture perfect again. He was dressed, sitting at his computer screen working when she came in with a soda and began talking about her plans for the evening. He smiled up at her and inwardly dreaded the day she would soon move out. Daddy's Secret I arrived home early, not expecting anyone to be home. I planned to spend some time surfing the web, looking to find images that reminded me of my cute eighteen year old daughter, Jojo, in various states of undress. It was beginning to become an obsession with me. I had begun to have these thoughts about my daughter about six months ago, just after her eighteenth birthday. She had started to really develop and had begun to blossom as a woman, instead of being my little girl. Her slender frame had filled out in all the right places and she had a body to die for. About 5'7", long light auburn hair and a tanned complexion. Her legs were fantastically long and topped by a perfect peachy ass. Her breasts had grown to a 34 b and I could tell from her tight tee shirts that she had nice sized nipples. Since she had turned eighteen, she had become more active in the dating game, something she had not really been into too much before due to her schooling. She had done really well at school and was getting ready to go off to university in the next few months. All summer long she had been going to parties and meeting her friends and generally enjoying her self. I made myself a cup of coffee and looked at the mail. My wife would not be home until evening totally exhausted as usual because she worked for a large financial corporation. I entered my study, which was my private space. The place I could dream and let the world pass me by. My wife never entered my domain. In fact she never entered anywhere much lately at all let alone allowing me to enter her. As she was always to busy with her corporate friends, was working late or the old cliché; she had a headache. I turned my computer on, sat in my large brown chair and waited. The computer sprang into life. I clicked on the history button and found my favourite site. I entered my password and began to review the pretty girls staring back at me, some had small pretty breasts and some had breasts that reminded me of Jojo: large, firm and well rounded with nipples like brown silk. I could feel my cock begin to push against my trousers, wanting to enter in to the spirit of things. Without hesitation I undid my fly and pulled my member out of my trousers. I began to rub up and down the shaft, making my cock harder all the time, while looking at the pictures on the screen. The picture in my mind was of Jojo standing in front of me feeling herself, touching her titties, moving her hands up and down her body. Her hand moving down towards her tight little crack between her legs. As I pictured this in my mind I began to pull harder on my cock, feeling the thickness of my shaft, wanting to pump my cum out into the open. My eyes were tight shut as my hand moved faster and faster, then like a fountain, I shot my load all over my hand. The thick cum dripping down my fingers warm and wet. I was thinking about Jojo, wanking her own tight little pussy. Her juices trickling down her legs, seeing her writhe about, arching her back and cumming at the same moment I had. As I opened my eyes I realised that I was in a mess. Cum was all over my hands and my trousers. I reached for some tissue to wipe myself clean but there wasn't enough. I stood up and pushed my still semi hard cock back into my pants and walked over to the door, I realised that I had left the computer switched on to the site of the young girls but thought no problem, as nobody was at home but me, but shut the door instinctively. I headed for the bathroom, opened the door and walked in. In front of me was the overflowing laundry basket which my wife had neglected for the past several days. Lying on top of the dirty washing lay a small pair of white lace panties. I picked them up and looked at the gusset. Jojo had been on a date last night and there were several stains. I rubbed the panties with my finger and held them to my face. As I inhaled the sweet smell of her pussy, a sudden excitement grew in me. I had to find more of this. I trawled through the basket finding all the panties I could. I separated my wife's from Jojo's. Having discarded three of my wife's I was left with four pairs of Jojo's. Each one in turn I inspected first then held to my face. I drank in the musky aroma and felt more intoxicated with each pair. I put all but one pair back in the basket; the first pair I found, the sweetest. I took out my now hard cock and wiped it clean with Jojo's panties. The feel of the lace against my skin was fantastic; I knew that this would become a regular occurrence from this point on. I returned to my study, the door was slightly ajar. I had closed it hadn't I? I always did. Yet sat in my chair, looking at the screen was Jojo. Jojo was horrified. Did her daddy look at this stuff? She could not believe that he did. The girl on the screen looked familiar, it looked like her. Did daddy think of her in this way? Her daddy was always there for her when she needed him. He was her daddy! She did feel something, a warm feeling in her pussy. "Sorry Jojo" I said. She whipped her head round and looked towards the door. "Why, daddy? What does this mean?" I moved towards her and went to turn off the monitor but she stopped me from doing so. "I want to see what it is you are looking at, daddy." "Nothing that has to concern you," I said as my heart began to race. 'What do I do?' was the question racing around my mind. My secret was out. How do I explain to my Jojo? Do I come clean and tell her my wildest fantasies are about her or do I make up a stupid lie? I looked at her young face and thought how innocent she looked but there was a glint in her eyes that I had not noticed before. "What do you want me to say to you baby? There are things that you need not concern yourself with." "But I need to understand why you look at these pictures and what it all means. Do you and mum not do anything anymore, is that why you do it?" Jojo was even more inquisitive than ever. Her eyes were looking directly at the screen now, only turning to me when I hesitated. This was making me feel very uneasy as I knew the thoughts that I had been having were wrong; very wrong indeed. "No darling everything is fine between me and your mum, but sometimes I need a little bit extra. My feelings for your mum are very strong and I love her dearly but as you know, she is so wrapped up in her work that she is so tired when she gets home." My heart was pounding and my mind was working overtime. The longing that I had felt only moments ago in the bathroom had got even stronger and I could feel my cock once again pushing hard against my trousers. Jojo was still sitting in front of the computer, her eyes fixed on the screen. I could see the outline of her nipples against the t-shirt that she was wearing. They were standing erect, almost pushing through the material. This again made my cock push itself against the zipper on my trousers. Her eyes began to slowly move away from the screen towards me. She was still sitting in the chair, her eyes at the level of my waist, where my bulge was showing through my trousers. The look on her face as her gaze met my large cock was one of excitement and longing. My mind told me this was wrong but my cock told me this was so good. Her hand moved towards my trousers and she tugged on the zipper and began to slowly move the clasp down. Her other hand had now began to massage her left breast feeling the nipple through her t-shirt. Little noises were now coming from her soft wet mouth, whimpering like a little lost puppy. "Stop baby, this is very wrong," I said quietly. "But this is what you want isn't it daddy? You want me so badly. I mean just look at your big cock, I have something for you too!" My eyes began to move down from Jojo's face towards her ample breast, watching her touching her soft velvety nipple. I wanted so much to place that soft mound between my teeth to tease her, licking and suckling as an infant would on his mother. I let my eyes go down lower looking over that perfectly flat stomach wanting so much to be able to lie on top of her letting her silky breasts push against my chest. The yearning was growing in my loins, my cock feeling as though it was going to explode, cum erupting in great spurts all over her soft breasts. My eyes went further down towards her mound of hair that was the same colour as the hair on her head. Jojo had lifted one of her slim legs onto the table, letting her tiny skirt rise up. She had no panties on so I could see her gorgeous lips! This gave me an even bigger thrill and she took my hand pulling me closer to her. My other hand brushed against her breasts, feeling her nipple grow harder at my touch. I found myself holding her tit in the palm of my hand, kneading the soft skin. Before long she began to writhe in the chair and she brought my other hand over her cunt. My fingers went instinctively towards her tiny hole and I began to explore her juicy pussy "Oh daddy, please finger fuck me. Feel my wet pussy on your fingers," she whimpered. "Baby you are so wet. I have dreamt about this for so long. Are you sure you want this to happen?" "I want to be your special little girl daddy. I have always wanted to have this. I want to make you so happy Daddy, to be your little girl once again. This will be our secret; nobody will ever know." I gazed lovingly at my daughter who by now was wanking my cock so hard I felt as though I was going to cum right there. I asked Jojo if she wanted me to fuck her and her look said it all. I pulled her further down the chair and pushed her legs up in the air. I was able to position myself just above her cute peachy arse and slide my cock between her legs: slowly at first as I didn't want to hurt her, but she moved in such a way that I knew this was not her first time. I began to mover faster and harder, the sweat was dripping between the crack of my arse as I was clenching my butt cheeks together. We began to move in unison, my eyes meeting hers. "Harder daddy, fuck me harder," she shouted. My cock wanted to explode in her juicy pussy. She pushed me away and slid off the chair to her knees and opened her mouth, wide and inviting. "Let me suck you dry daddy. Let me feel your cum in my mouth," she groaned. With that she took all of me into her mouth and began to suck softly at first then harder. Her hand then slipped down to her cunt and she began to wank herself. I couldn't hold on any longer when the feeling came over me. My cum spurted into the mouth of the life that I had started all those years ago. My little baby had given the best gift I could have wished for. As she started to cum, I knelt on the floor, my head buried deep in her sweet smelling pussy, lapping the juices like a cat that had got the cream. She grabbed my cock once again making sure that all my cum had left me. We laid there for some time looking at each other not believing what had just taken place. Jojo looked over to me and kissed me gently on the lips and whispered "Our secret daddy. Nobody will ever know." Daddy's Secret You may remember I told you how some deep dark something within me had driven me to tie myself up whenever I had the chance and also how my Daddy had found me chained and handcuffed naked on the kitchen floor one day shortly after I turned 18 when he returned home unexpectedly. Well since that day I had been his secret slave and we often played his games together whenever my Mum and sister were safely out of the way. We fell into a sort of routine of playing our games at certain times whenever the coast was clear but then one Friday he changed the pattern. I came home from school as usual and found him sitting in the lounge; he must have finished work early and put his car in the garage. He smiled at me as I entered the room. "Hello Kitten, it seems we have time to play." I just stood there feeling a little confused. "Mum will be home any minute." He brushed my objection aside. "She's working on the other side of the city today and she'll be stuck in traffic till at least six." I most certainly did not share his confidence and I told him so while, at the same time, being very aware that the rules of the game did not permit me to refuse his orders. He stared me in the face and spoke coldly. "Take off your skirt Julie." It was broad daylight and I was in our lounge. Hopefully the net curtains would keep me from prying eyes outside. Looking at the floor I put my hands behind me to unfasten my school skirt and let it fall to the floor leaving me in tights and white cotton knickers. "You know the drill." The drill referred to the special way that I had to strip for my Daddy. Normally when a girl undresses she keeps her pants on till the very last minute but when my Daddy was watching me I had to show him my pussy as quickly as possible and the rest of my clothing would then come off as I stood with my shaven cleft on show. I kicked off my black shoes then he watched as I peeled off my tights and knickers and stood pulling my jumper up over my hair and then unbuttoning my white blouse. Finally my little bra joined the untidy heap around my feet and I was naked for his inspection. He told me to place a wooden dining chair facing the door and sit down. I was increasingly anxious and I began to plead. "Daddy it's past 5. We don't know that Mum will be stuck in traffic." Despite my pleas I did sit down and I saw him take his bag of equipment from behind the sofa where he had stowed it. He firmly told me that I knew what happened to girls who did not do as they were told. Actually I did not know specifically what would happen but I knew that he would exact a penalty for disobedience. He was very rough as he buckled the leather gag in my mouth and then he handcuffed my hands to the chairback and set about binding my ankles to the back legs of the chair so that I was sitting astride the chair with my pussy lips on blatant display towards the door. Whatever Daddy does he does it well and very soon I was held completely immobile. I watched as he took the carriage clock from the mantelpiece and placed it on a small table beside the door so that I could see time creeping onwards. My Mum could pull into the drive at any moment and there was no way that I could be freed and upstairs in the few minutes between her locking her car and walking into the hallway from where she would see her naked daughter through the lounge door. I knew that my sister was away for the weekend but that did not lessen my fear. "And now we have to deal with your disobedience don't we." I vigorously shook my head as he advanced towards me with a metal nipple clamp in his hand. His hand felt very cold as he massaged my nipple and then the cold metal was pushed into place and I made little whines into my gag as he tightened the screw. It really hurt and of course he had to clamp the other nip as well. All I could do was to just sit there trying to squirm in my bonds and breathe hard through my nose to absorb the pain. Daddy seated himself in an armchair in my field of vision and settled down to smoke a cigar and read the newspaper. I was becoming really hot and tense as I saw the hands on the clock creep around. Perhaps Mum had phoned to say that she would be late. Yes that had to be it; Daddy knew that she was not due home for hours and he was just enjoying letting me sweat. But the trouble was that I just did not know. He was hidden behind his newspaper so he could not even see me but I could see out of the window onto the drive and I saw a figure hurrying up the drive then the doorbell rang. Daddy put down his paper, grinned at me, and went into the hall shutting the door behind him. I heard the voice of my friend Fran telling Daddy that she needed to borrow a book that I had for homework. She was a few feet from my bound, naked self hidden only by a thin wooden door. In my imagination I saw Daddy throwing open the door. "Hello Julie, Fran is here to see you." When I came in from school I had left my bag in the hallway and Daddy was telling Fran that I had gone straight out again but that she was welcome to take the book from my bag. I heard the door close and saw Fran's back retreating down the drive. I struggled in my bonds and tried to grunt to my captor that he needed to release me now. If Mum saw me like this she would....well it was just not imaginable what she would do. He put his hand between my legs and gave me a quick squeeze then he returned to his newspaper. Almost immediately I heard the car and saw it roll up the drive and park just outside the window. Daddy put down his paper and just sat grinning at me. My mind was totally freaking out now. The end of the world was about to come and he was doing nothing at all. Mum would scream and start a whole horrible chain of social workers and therapists. I was sweating as I fought against the handcuffs and ropes and I was shouting into my gag. "Let me go...let me goo." I watched Mum's blurred shape through the net curtains and I heard her key in the door then she was staring at me with the front door still open. For an age the scene was just frozen. Me sitting perfectly still, Mum frozen in the doorway, Daddy relaxed in his armchair. Mum very slowly shut the front door and dropped her briefcase in the hall as she looked from me to Daddy. She was dressed in a dark two piece and a cream blouse. Her voice when it came was clearly in shock. "What have you done?" I wished that I could at least close my legs but it was impossible. Daddy was perfectly calm and in control. "Hello Darling. Come and join us." Mum came into the room as if in a daze. "You said...you promised you'd leave her alone." Daddy was standing now. "Get on your knees." "You let her go right now..." He stared her down as she began to let go at him. "Pussy, are you disobeying me?" She hesitated and I saw confusion on her face. "Down Pussy." My Mum sank to her knees with her eyes pleading for him not to do this. I had no idea what was happening but you need to understand that my parents have been married for twenty years and it seemed that "Pussy" was a command word which Mum had been conditioned to obey. Of course, like any submissive, she could in theory have simply told my Dad to go and boil his head but we subs are programmed to forget that we have that freedom. For twenty years she had been taught that this one particular word meant instant obedience and her mind just could not make the huge shift needed to undo all that training. About an hour ago my Mum had been in full charge of a class of thirty sixteen year olds but now all her power had been taken away from her. "Take off your skirt Pussy. Do it now." She actually reached out her hands to him in the classic begging pose. "No please don't make me, not here like this. Please I'll do anything..." "You're just making it harder on yourself. Get on your back, flat on the floor." I was transfixed as I watched my Mum lay flat on the carpet in her smart work clothes then Daddy repeated the command to remove her skirt and, still laying flat and staring miserably at the ceiling, she obeyed. It was very awkward to put her hands between her bum and the floor to reach the zip but she managed it with a sort of squirming motion and she dragged down her skirt to around her knees. To my amazement she was wearing stockings and black suspenders and the sort of red and black frilly knickers which I had only seen before in films about hookers. My Mum had always been the arbiter of decency in our family making sure that her girls sat nicely and always changed under a towel on the beach and now she was playing the part of the whore under the command of her pimp. Daddy made her keep her back ramrod straight on the floor as she struggled out of her blouse revealing a little pink bra then the bra had to come off and I saw the tears running silently down her cheeks. I could not recall ever seeing Mum's boobs as she always set us an example of modesty but they were quite full and they wobbled as she had to curl her body to pull her skirt and stockings clear of her feet. She paused before removing her knickers to once again plead with Daddy to let her stop but it was useless and the ridiculous garment came off revealing a thick black bush and a clear pink slit. It is impossible to imagine a woman more totally defeated. For years I had been annoyed at Mummy nagging me to keep myself covered up and now I understood. She had been afraid that if I showed too much of myself I may cause Daddy to turn his dominant nature towards me. She had been vainly hoping to protect me but the same submissive gene which he had uncovered in the mother had been born in the daughter and I could no more resist his commands than she could. Despite my plight and that of my Mum I was burning with jealousy that the delicious games which he played with me had been preceded by probably even more extreme games with Mummy. Our owner ordered his naked whore onto her belly and she obeyed with her nose pressed into the carpet while he went again to his bag for handcuffs and leg shackles. He knelt over her and secured her wrists behind her then he shackled her ankles and told her to stand. Of course this was humiliatingly difficult but she obeyed and he pointed to the corner of the room. "In the corner, nose against the wall." She meekly shuffled into the corner. Her brief fight with him was over; she must have known from the start that it had been futile. Now he turned his attention to me and began to free me from the chair but he quickly cuffed my hands behind me again and left the gag in place. He caressed my clamped nipples which caused the numbness to retreat and the pain to bite but he did not remove the horrible little clamps. "I think we'll show Julie our playroom now Pussy. You lead the way." Daddy and I walked side by side following Mum as she pushed open the door of his study and stood on the polished wooden floor just at the side of his desk. Daddy went behind the desk and took a small key from his pocket then he opened a wall cabinet and inserted the key into a concealed keyhole inside the cabinet. I watched with my mind barely still functioning as a panel slid sideways to reveal a doorway. Daddy nodded at his No 1 girl and she went through the doorway, turned sharp left and descended the stone steps with me following and Daddy bringing up the rear with his hand caressing my rear. We found ourselves in a narrow passageway like something out of a Nancy Drew book, it was lit by one dim orange bulb and Daddy pushed open a doorway to our right and snapped on a light inside. I found myself looking into a small schoolroom with a huge teacher's desk and three school desks and chairs. On the wall were charts and a map of the world and one of those huge clocks with a loud tick. Behind the teacher's desk was a wall rack containing a selection of canes and paddles. He snapped off the light and pushed both his girls into what I can only describe as a dungeon on the opposite side of the corridor. Once again he snapped a light switch and I took in chains hanging from the roof and shackles attached to the walls and floor. There was also a whipping post and a small cage. He pushed us towards a small open door. The door was wooden with a small barred window and the cell was about four feet square and completely bare. With three of us in the tiny space it was very cramped. He had taken the handcuff key from his pocket and he briefly freed my hands then arranged me so that I was facing my mother with my hands behind her back in a sort of hug. My mother was placed in a similar position with her hands cuffed behind my back. But he was not done yet. He reached between us and unscrewed my left nipple clamp which had become embedded in my soft flesh so I screamed into my gag as he pulled it free. Mummy took a sharp intake of breathe as he applied the clip to her right nipple then he clicked a small chain between the two clamps and began to remove my gag leaving my face wet with my saliva. "I am sure you girls will have a lot to talk about." Then he was gone and we heard the bolt thrown across on the cell door. Our only light came through the barred window from the dungeon outside our cell. We kissed for a long time then, realising that we could not stand up all night, we very carefully lowered ourselves to the floor yelping as the nipple clamps bit. That night we shared our deepest thoughts about our plight but we both knew that the worst thing which he could do to us would be to free us. Perhaps the need had always been within us or perhaps he had gradually created the need but his two girls could not live entirely without his punishments. At the word "two" my mum corrected me and reminded me that there were three desks in the school room and my sister was now just 18.