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It wasn’t that short, I told myself. Just daring. Besides, it’s my favorite skirt. There’s no harm in wearing it! Boy, was I ever wrong. Daddy found me by the front door just as I was about to leave for school. “Amber. Dorothy. Tomsin.” He reserved stating my full name for only two reasons, one of which was when he wanted the room to chill.
“You’re embarrassing yourself,” he said, as he gestured to the skirt. “You think dressing like a whore is armor? It makes you a target.” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. “It’s my body, Daddy!” He sighed. “That’s what they all say.” I looked directly at him, feeling the anger building inside of me. “Haven’t I outgrown your hemline lectures by now?” Daddy’s eyes, tired and grim, locked with mine. “Get upstairs.”
my favorite skirt
The familiar creak of the staircase echoed as we climbed. My pulse felt like a frantic drumbeat. Daddy pointed at my room, ushering me in and slamming the door shut behind us. “Turn around,” he said. I froze. “Dad—” He shook his head in disapproval. “Now, Amber.”
The finality in his voice made my spine feel like liquid. I faced the wall, feeling the cool plaster pressing into my back as he loomed behind me. His hands gripped my shoulders, rough but not cruel, and tugged the skirt down to my ankles. I wasn’t wearing any panties, which reeeeally set him off. “Count to ten, Amber. Real loud, so I can hear you.”
I wanted to scream, to yank away, but it was no use. I’d learned over the years that once Daddy snapped, there was nothing I could do to get out of being punished. My voice cracked with each number, each syllable felt like a new humiliation, as if the walls themselves were laughing at my expense.
Before I knew it, Daddy’s hand colided with my tight little ass, leaving a large red handprint in its place.
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