My uncles were teasing my dad when I walked over to get a piece of cake. One of them elbowed Dad in the ribs and, chuckling a little, said, “You're going to have to watch over Katie. Eighteen is the age of consent, and she doesn't look like a little girl anymore!”
I saw Dad's eyes move from me, to Billy, then back to me. He frowned for a moment, then changed the subject.
The following Friday night, Billy and I went to a movie that had some pretty steamy scenes in it. Before going home, we decided to drive to a nearby playground and park. Billy kissed me more intensely than ever before, and soon, I was laying halfway across the bench seat of his truck, arms wound around his neck as our tongues teased and darted into each others' mouths. I felt one of Billy's hands slide down to my breast and instantly stiffened up, unsure if I wanted to do this or not. But he kept his hands on the outside of my clothes, and it felt so good to have him toy with my tits as we continued to kiss. I felt a heavy wetness between my legs and realized that I didn't want him to stop, at least not yet.
I was almost half an hour late. I quietly opened the front door, only to be confronted by Dad. He looked absolutely enraged as I closed and locked the front door behind me.
“Did you have sex with Billy tonight? Are you a whore like your mother?” Dad yelled.
I shook my head, my eyes filling with tears, and cried, “No, Daddy, we didn't have sex. I'm a virgin. We just kissed is all.”
“Well, you're going to have to prove that,” he said, calming down slightly.
I just looked at him for a few moments before asking, “How can I prove that? Can't you just trust me?”
“I trusted you to come home by curfew, but you didn't do that. Your word isn't very much good right now. No, I need physical proof. I need to see your panties,” Dad said.
I turned beet red and shook my head no. And Dad did something he had never done before-he slapped me, right across my face.
Quietly, he said, “Drop your pants and take off your panties right now and hand them to me. Then you can go upstairs to your bedroom and go to sleep.”
Shaking, I did as he told me. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them to the floor. I paused for a second with my hands at the waistband of my pink bikini panties and looked at my dad, hoping he had changed his mind. But he glared at me and frowned again, so I slowly peeled them down my hips, humiliated when they were down to my thighs and my pussy was revealed to his prying eyes. I yanked them down further, then stepped out of my jeans and panties entirely. Picking up my pants, I handed my panties to him and ran up the stairs, feeling him watching my naked behind as I fled.
The next morning, I could barely look at Dad as we ate breakfast. The silence was almost as unbearable as knowing that he had seen me naked from the waist down the night before. He now knew that I still barely had any hair down there, just a bit of downy blond fluff. He knew I wore bikini panties rather than more sensible ones. It was horrible.
Finally, Dad broke the silence.
“I'm sorry about last night. I could tell that you were a little aroused but that nothing serious happened with Billy, and I'm proud of you for that. Still, you're clearly moving into a more physical relationship with him, and I want you to be accountable for your choices. So from now on, when you get home from dates, you will immediately hand over your panties so I can ensure that you aren't having sex with him.”
I tried to protest, but he said, “You have only two options here- let me monitor you a little more closely, or stop seeing Billy entirely.”
I couldn't do that! I loved Billy with all my heart. We had plans for tonight and for the following weekend, and the week after that was prom. How could I break up with him?
“Okay, Daddy,” I said meekly.
That night, I dressed strategically, wearing a pleated skirt instead of pants so I could quickly pull off my underwear without having to expose myself to my dad again. Billy's favorite local band was playing, so we danced and laughed for a couple of hours before heading back to the playground.
We started out kissing as we had the night before. Then Billy slid his hands underneath my sweater, squeezing my bra-covered tits as he rubbed his thumbs against my nipples. It was like I had been electrified-I couldn't get enough. But when Billy tried to reach under my skirt, I suddenly thought of my dad. I sat up and pushed him away.
“I can't, Billy, I'm sorry.”
When he dropped me off, he told me not to worry about it. Not that I had time to think about his feelings right then-I had something else to worry about waiting on the other side of the front door. But of course, I didn't say that to Billy.
I opened the front door and stepped inside. Dad was waiting in the foyer and quickly closed and locked the door behind me.
He asked, “Did you have a good time tonight?”
I shrugged, wishing the inevitable wasn't about to happen. But before I could reach under my skirt and discreetly remove my panties, Dad pushed me against the door. He grabbed the front hem of my skirt and tucked it into the waistband, revealing the front of my white bikinis. Then he knelt so his face was at the same level as my belly button and slowly pulled my panties down my hips, pausing when my pussy was bare in front of him. He just stared for a full five seconds, then grabbed one of my ankles and lifted it up, bending my knee out as he slid my panties off of that leg entirely.
The motion, unfortunately, meant he could see even more of my pussy- I could feel my lips open and cold air toy with my slit as he removed the underwear from my body. He matter-of-factly guided my panties down my other leg and allowed me to step out of them entirely, then reached up and fixed my skirt, giving me a pat on the bare skin of my ass as I turned and ran up to my bedroom.
The next weekend, Billy and I went further than before. I took off my blouse entirely, and he suckled my nipples through my bra, moaning about how beautiful I was. I rubbed and squeezed him through his jeans, molding the denim to the hardness underneath, marveling that I could have that effect on him. It wasn't easy to stop, but I didn't want to be late for curfew, so I asked him to take me home.
This time, when I walked in the door, Dad pulled me into the living room. Without saying anything, he pushed me forward over the couch so that my face was buried in the seat and I was bent over the back cushions with my ass high in the air. In fact, my feet didn't quite touch the ground in this position, so I dangled helplessly in front of him, stunned that he would treat me like this.
He ran his hands up the backs of my thighs, spreading my legs slightly as he pushed my skirt up and over my hips with his fingertips. The palms of his hands never left my body, coming to rest on my panty-clad bottom.
He pushed his thumbs down into the crevasse between my cheeks, sliding his hands downward and pushing the panties more thoroughly into the warm, damp place between my thighs. I felt my body, still running hot from making out with Billy, responding to his touch-and it disgusted me.
I yelled, “Dad, knock it off. Just take the damn things and let me go to my room!”
It seemed to break him out of his reverie. Dad grabbed my panties and yanked them off of me in one clean motion. But before I could move, I felt a sting as he brought one of his massive hands up and struck my exposed bottom. The shock was almost as excruciating as the contact itself-I had never been spanked before in my life! It hurt, but no matter how I cried and pleaded with him, he didn't let up. My backside was numb before he stopped; he must have spanked me thirty times, until the entire surface of my ass and the backs of my thighs were red and hot.
Coldly, he said, “Don't mouth off to me. I'm doing this for your own good, so you don't give up your virginity to the first schmuck who comes along. You need someone who loves you, not some horny high school kid. But if you think you need to keep seeing this Billy kid, you're going to have to obey me when you're home.”
Sobbing, I ran upstairs to the sanctuary of my bedroom. The next weekend was the junior high prom, and I was not going to miss such a special night just because my dad was a controlling jerk. So I was polite and civil to Dad when I had to be, and spent the rest of the time either isolated in my bedroom or at school.
Dad was out when I left for prom, something I was grateful for. I wasn't sure how he would react to my dress, which was more grown up than anything I had ever worn before and cost me several months' worth of babysitting money.
Silky, powder blue material outlined my newfound curves, making me feel sexy and wonderful as it caressed
