Indignation rose inside me. As much as I wanted to insist I didn’t let Uncle Sean use me, that he took me against my will, it was pointless. I’d said that countless times already and Daddy refused to listen.

“Turn around.”

When I obeyed, Daddy stepped closer. A moment passed where I sensed his subtle movements behind me in the tense silence, then he bent my arms behind my back and bound my wrists together with a soft strip of material.

Fresh alarm piqued inside me as he tied off the first knot, then wrapped the strip around my wrist again to tie another one. I moved my arms to judge if I could get free. It unsettled me I couldn’t.

“Why did you tie my hands?”

“To prevent you from resisting your punishment.”

“I don’t like this, Daddy.”

“You won’t like this next part, either.”

He pushed me to the side of the couch, then held me by my waist with one hand while he pressed on my upper back. Forced into a right angle over the couch arm, my face was pressed into the stained cushion. My heart raced, my alarm progressing to full-blown panic.

He was right. I disliked this even more than my arms being tied behind my back. My short skirt exposed most of my ass, and I felt vulnerable. I squirmed and fought to raise myself. Daddy pressed on my back, pinning me down.

“Don’t move. Stay like this.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to spank you. That’s your punishment. As I’m spanking you, I want you to keep your eyes on that cum stain. Let it remind you of why you’re being punished. After every spank, you’ll say, ‘this is my fault.’ Do you understand?”

Spanking? He couldn’t be serious. I twisted my upper half to look at Daddy. In all the years I’d known my father, and despite all my many mistakes, he’d never hit me. Not even a light smack on my arm.

But no. Daddy was serious. The cold fury in his eyes when our gazes met said as much. The quick, hard thumps of my heart were more pronounced with my chest pressed into the cushions. Unable to hold my twist out of discomfort, I returned my stare to the stain.

All things considered, a spanking didn’t seem that bad. A moment of corporal punishment was better than not having a roof over my head.

“I understand,” I mumbled into the cushion.

“Good girl.”

I tensed when Daddy grabbed the hem of my skirt and shoved it up, exposing the entirety of my ass. My panties were the lacy ones that sat high on my buttcheeks. Daddy yanked on them until the material sunk deeper into the crack of my ass, giving me a wedgie.

My father’s gaze on my bare ass was palpable, and it made me uncomfortable. A new fear sprouted within me. I remembered how Uncle Sean said he wanted one thing, but then took more than he should.

What if the spanking wasn’t the only thing Daddy intended to do to me tonight?