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   Tanya's Punishment Chapter 1

   Written by Janus Copyright 2003

   All my stories can be found at /~Janus



   Tanya sat in the living room and waited with dread for her dad to return
to the room.  Just yesterday, things were so much different!  Her mom, a
professor, had left for an overseas conference and wouldn't return for a
week.  Her dad meanwhile was away on an overnight business trip so the
fourteen year old decided to take advantage of the parental absence. 
Taking the extra keys to her mom's Saturn, she decided to go across town to
meet some friends.

   Admittedly, Tanya didn't have a license and she had only driven once or
twice before when her dad let her drive a few hundred yards for fun.  But
it didn't seem all that hard to drive so Tanya thought it would be a snap.
Unfortunately, backing the car out of the drive in reverse proved to be a
rather difficult exercise.  The Saturn's side got swiped against the garage
leaving a nasty scratch on the exterior of the passenger side of the
vehicle.  And since it was rather dark out, Tanya had trouble navigating
and ended up running over the mailbox.

   The visible damage wasn't terrible.  One of the tail-lights was
completely smashed out and the bumper had a few scratches.  The real damage
came from the mailbox scraping on the underside of the car which damaged
the exhaust pipe and muffler.  Both would need to be replaced.

   When her dad came home from his business trip the next day, Tanya
tearfully confessed all she had done.  Fixing himself a drink first, her
dad had gone out to inspect the damage.  And now she was waiting for him to
return.  How bad was it going to be?  Tanya knew her dad was generally more
lenient with her than her mom.  Hopefully the damage was going to be
fixable, the fourteen year old thought.

   She heard the door slam and her father's footsteps.  He entered the room
and his expression was not grim, but only thoughtful.  Tanya took this as a
good sign.

   "So how bad is it Daddy?" she asked hopefully.

   "Well," her father said tinkling the ice cubes in his drink, "the
scratch on the side isn't terrible.  The busted tail-light isn't hard to
replace.  But the underbody of the car is another story.  The muffler and
exhaust pipe need to be replaced.  But even worse, there's a puncture in
the oil tank.  Did you notice the oil all over the garage floor?  I'm not
sure if oil tanks can even be replaced.  I'm sorry honey, but it's going to
be expensive."

   Tanya burst into tears again.  "Mom's gonna kill me!" she sobbed.

   Her dad sat down next to her.  He put his arm around her.  "Don't cry
sweetie.  It's be all right," he consoled her.

   "You know how protective mom is about her car!  She's going to blow up!"
Tanya wailed.

   Her dad stroked her long blond hair.  "I'll tell you what, Tanya.  We
can make a deal.  I'll tell your mom that it was my fault.  But in return
you have to do something for me."

   Tanya wiped the tears from her wet face and looked at her dad.  "Really?
You'd do that?"

   "Of course.  But in return you have to do everything I say."

   "I will!  I'll do anything!"

   "Do you promise?" her dad prodded her.

   "Of course!" Tanya agreed.

   "Then it's a deal," her father said, sipping his drink.  Tanya waited
for a moment as he continued to sip and swirl his drink.

   "Um, so what do you want me to do," she finally asked.  Tanya supposed
it would be something like doing chores.  Or possibly even doing some
community service.  Her dad was big into stuff like that.

   "First," her dad said, polishing off his drink, "I think I'm going to
give you a bath.  It's been a long time since I've done that.  It must be
seven or eight years now?  ..." Her dad trailed off.

   Tanya was confused.  Had she misheard.  "Did you say you wanted to give
me a bath?"

   "Yes."

   "But you can't!  I'm fourteen years old!" Tanya complained.  This must
be a joke of some sort, she thought.  "Why on earth do you want to give me
a bath?  I can't let you do that!"

   "I'm going to give you a bath, Tanya.  That was part of the deal.  You
would do everything I say."



   Tanya was dumbfounded.  She couldn't let her dad see her naked!  "But
Daddy..." she protested.

   "No buts," her dad cut her off.  "Either you do everything I say or your
mom gets to know the truth about the car."

   Tanya reflected a moment.  If her mom found out, she would likely be
grounded for a least three months.  When Tanya was twelve she broke her
retainer which had to be fixed for a cost of $200.  Her punishment then was
to be grounded for a month and she had to do chores for the entire summer.
The car would probably cost at least $1000 to fix.  Was it worth it then to
let her dad give her a bath?

   "Okay," she muttered under her breath.

   "Come on then," her dad said taking her by the elbow.  He led her
upstairs to the master bathroom in his bedroom where there was a large
clawfoot tub.  Tanya stared distractedly at the porcelain and linoleum
around her.  Was this just some sort of strange dream?  Her dad moved past
her to the tub.  The sound of running water filled the room and a mist of
steam rose from the tub.

   Her dad turned her around to face him.  He began to unbutton her shirt.
Tanya fought the urge to resist and push him away.  It felt wrong!  Her dad
undid the final button and slid the shirt from her body.  Tanya felt the
blush rising in her face.  Next her dad undid the zipper of her skirt and
let it drop to the floor around her ankles.

   She now stood in front of her dad wearing only panties and a bra. 
Suddenly cold she shivered, realizing all too soon that the chill would
make her nipples perk up.  Glancing down at her chest, she saw her hardened
nipples poke through the material of her bra.  Tanya looked up at her dad's
face and saw her looking at him, with a strange expression she had never
seen on him before.

   She reached her hands up to cover her nipples.  "Please, Daddy," she
pleaded, "I don't want to do this!  Can't we please do something else
instead?" She gazed into his face imploringly but only saw a hardened and
concrete expression.

   "Turn around, Tanya," he said.

   Reluctantly, she turned around.  Her father's hands fumbled with the
clasp of her bra for a second.  Tanya held her breath, hoping that he
wouldn't be able to undo it.  But he did.  She felt the bra straps fall
from her shoulders and the cups loosen around her breasts.  Her dad slipped
the bra free from her arms.  Topless now, Tanya stood, blushing heavily. 
At least she wasn't facing her dad.

   Then she felt his fingers slip inside the elastic waistband of her
panties.  He started tugging them down.  Soon, they too were around her
ankles and she was stepping out of them.  Completely naked now, Tanya
didn't dare turn around to face her father.  It was bad enough that her
butt was completely exposed to his view.

   "Turn around Tanya," he told her.  "And keep your hands at your sides."

   Her ears burning, Tanya slowly turned around, keeping her eyes glued to
the bathroom floor.  She couldn't face her father's eyes.  Glancing at the
mirror behind him, she knew what he was seeing.  Her breasts were fully
developed and stuck straight from her body like two pieces of firm fruit.
Her belly was smooth and flat, crowned by her dark navel and leading to her
pubic area.  Her sex was hidden by a tuft of dark pubic hair, a small
triangular patch that hadn't yet overtaken her entire crotch.  Unlike
younger girls, her slit was hidden from view by a thick growth of straight
pubic hair.  She was still very much a young woman, however, for her hips
were still straight as an arrow and her butt and thighs were still skinny
as she had been when she was ten years old.

   Her dad gazed at her for several long minutes before moving past her to
the tub.  The water was now several inches deep.  He turned it off and
knelt down next to the tub, testing the water with his hand.  Turning back
to his daughter, he extended his hand.

   "Come here, Tanya," he said softly.

   Unwillingly, Tanya took his hand and stepped into the tub.  The water
felt warm around her ankles.  She sat down in the tub, the water rising
above her waist, almost to her chest.  Normally she enjoyed baths but she
was too embarrassed to enjoy herself now.  She wished her dad would add
bubble bath so she could at least hide her crotch behind the bubbles.  But
instead he reached for the shampoo.

   Using a pail, he poured the warm water over her head.  She heard the
shampoo bottle click open and soon he was working up a lather of bubbles in
her hair.  She closed her eyes as his fingers massaged her scalp. 
Normally, she enjoyed having her hair washed too.  He soon stopped however
and began pouring water over her head again.

   When she was able to open her eyes again she saw him reach for a bar of
soap.  Her face still burning hot with blood, Tanya let him pour the warm
water over her shoulders.  She still didn't look him in the face however.
She eyed his hands as he took the bar of soap and worked up a lather.  Not
even using a washcloth, her dad began to rub the soap onto her back.  Tanya
sat motionless as he rubbed and stroked.  He moved to her flat tummy and
lathered her up there as well, taking a second to dip his finger into her
navel.

   Finally, he reached her chest.  Tanya bit her lip and felt her face grow
even hotter as her dad cupped her breasts in his hands.  Ashamed, she felt
her nipples grow hard under her father's ministrations.  He rolled and
pinched the erect nipples between his fingers.  Tanya hated herself and her
body for producing the pleasurable sensations.

   Her dad stopped touching her chest and began to rinse off her body with
the pail of water.  Embarrassed, the fourteen year old waited for her dad
to finish bathing her upper body.  Maybe, she hoped, he would stop at that.
Wasn't touching her breasts enough?  Hadn't she endured enough yet?

   Her heart sank when her father told her to stand up.  Reluctantly, she
stood up, feeling the water drip from her body and presenting her crotch to
her father's face.  She watched her dad's hand lather the soap up again. 
He began soaping up her legs, even reaching around to spread the soap onto
her butt.  Ashamed, Tanya tried to look elsewhere but her eyes kept
returning to the back of her father's head as he knelt before her.  She
almost flinched as his hands worked up her inner thigh, inching perilously
closer to the juncture of her legs.

   "Tanya.  Spread your legs a bit, please."

   Without waiting for her to comply, her dad gripped her ankle and moved
it until Tanya was standing with her feet a good eighteen inches apart. 
Her dad's hands traveled up her thighs again.  He soaped up the front of
her pubic area first, lathering up the triangle of hair hiding her slit. 
Then his fingers moved deeper until they rubbed against her clit, making
Tanya flinch.  The blood rushed to her ears again as her dad began to
masturbate her.  With his other hand, her lathered up her butt crack,
mortifying the fourteen year old even further.

   Tanya's self-loathing increased as she felt her body respond to the
simulation.  A slight blush, not from embarrassment, crept across her upper
chest and she felt a sensation of moisture form in her vagina.  Her
breathing was just starting to increase when her father stopped.

   "Sit down again," he told her.

   Simultaneously reluctant and grateful, Tanya sat down in the water as
her father poured more water over her and let the soap rinse off her. 
Satisfied, he pulled the stopper from the drain and had Tanya stand up
again.  With a large towel, he began to dry her off, taking special
attention again to dry her breasts and pubic area.  Tanya could only stand
with her hands at her sides as she wished she were elsewhere.

   Once the water had completely drained from the tub, Tanya's father put
away the towel and told her to sit down again.  Unsure of what was
happening next, Tanya sat back down in the damp tub while her father
rummaged in the medicine cabinet.  Tanya's heart sank yet again as she saw
him return with a razor and some shaving cream.

   "Spread your legs, Tanya," her father told her.

   "Please, Daddy, haven't we done enough?" she appealed.

   "Do it."

   Unenthusiastically, Tanya slowly spread her legs, shamefacedly looking
away from her father again.  Her vaginal lips parted revealing her sex to
her father's gaze.  The tuft of hair crowned the top of her privates.  Her
labia was a smooth pink that glistened moistly while her clit hid behind
its little hood.

   Wordlessly, her father began to spread the shaving cream on the patch of
hair on her pubic area.  Tanya was mortified that her private area was so
brazenly displayed to her father as he prepared to shave off her pubic
hair. Carefully, he ran the razor along her crotch until every strand of
hair was gone.  He then rinsed her off with some water and dabbed her
crotch with a towel.  The cool air felt strange against her denuded pubic
area.  It had been several years since Tanya was this hairless.

   Tanya took her father's hand as he helped her step out of the tub. 
Picking up her clothes, he began to dress her again although he skipped the
bra and panties.  He slid her skirt up around her waist and buttoned her
shirt for her.

   "From now on," he said, "you're not going to wear underwear anymore.  I
just want you to wear skirts around the house, nothing underneath.  Do you
understand?"

   Fighting back the tears, Tanya nodded.

   "We'll see what happens when your mom gets back," he told her, "but
until then: no underwear.  And if you do everything I say, I won't tell mom
you wrecked her car.  Okay?"

   "Okay."

   "Good.  I'll see you tomorrow then." And with that, her father left the
bathroom.

   Tanya went into her bedroom and closed the door.  She sat on the bed,
still adjusting to the strange feeling of her hairless crotch and not
wearing underwear.  It would still be another week before her mom came
home. How bad could it possibly get before then?

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