But now that he had found it he certainly wasn't going to waste any time making the most of it.
He detected a movement at the other end of the room, and he turned to see who was there, even though he knew without looking that it was his other daughter, Tricia.
'Come in, Tricia,' he said to her quietly.
CHAPTER FIVE
It had been extremely humiliating for Tricia to have been pushed into the bathroom by her father and then latched in, held captive. The latch on the outer side of the door had been put there many years ago by her father. When Tricia and Daphne had been very little girls their father had occasionally punished one or both of them by spanking them and then locking them inside the bathroom, in the dark for several hours. The bathroom was big enough for someone to take a shit comfortably, but not much else. It was dark and smelly and crowded and extremely humiliating. It reminded Tricia of the many times that she had been punished as a little girl, and hot tears of anger washed down her grief stricken face as the memories returned for the first time in so many years.
After what seemed like an eternity in that darkness there was a scrabbling at the latch, and then the door was opened, throwing a blast of light into the tiny room and temporarily blinding her. When Tricia could see again she discovered that Daphne was standing in the doorway. It seemed to the red haired girl that her younger sister had an extremely odd look on her face, an expression that Tricia couldn't read at all.
'Daddy told me to tell you that he wants to see you now,' the blonde girl announced. 'He's in the den.' Dropping her voice to a friendly whisper, Daphne added: 'Don't worry, Trish, it's okay. Just do whatever he tells you to do and everything will be all right from now on.' And then a moment later Daphne was gone and Tricia was alone again.
The poor girl simply had no idea whatsoever of what to make of all this. She found herself walking zombie- like towards the room where her father was. What sort of diabolical fate, she asked herself, would her father have waiting for her there? What sort of punishment that her father had devised for her when she was younger, and again she felt as though she were a little girl again. She hated the thought. She had had a horrid childhood. That was why she had been in such a hurry to grown up, in such a hurry to prove herself a mature woman by fucking every cock in sight: because she wanted to get away from that miserable childhood as quickly as possible and become a fully-grown, adult young, woman. But the sheer degradation of having been locked inside the bathroom for so long had had an adverse effect upon her. Now she was beginning to feel like a helpless little girl all over again.
She left the bathroom, shaking and uneasy, and went to the den as she had been instructed by Daphne. Her father awaited her there. 'Come in, Tricia,' he instructed her calmly. 'Do come in and close the door behind yourself. I'd like to have a few words with you, if you don't mind, that is.'
Meekly, submissively the trembling redhead closed the door and stood miserably before her male parent, awaiting the punishment that she knew she so richly deserved.
Hamilton Burns shifted in his chair. He was enjoying this. Oh God, was he enjoying this! He loved his two daughters, just like any other devoted father, but for some reason he was genuinely getting off on making them squirm like this. He figured he knew why he liked it so much: it was the humiliation angle, the way he made his two children ashamed of what they had done. By doing this to them he reminded them that he was the powerful, all-knowing father figure, and that they had to obey his every word implicitly or else they would invoke his unending wrath.
'Now, then, Tricia,' Hamilton went on, making only a token attempt to conceal the vast amount of pleasure that he was deriving from this, 'I hope that you understand that you've done something wrong, something that you shouldn't have done, I hope you know that you've been a bad little girl.'
'A bad little girl.' The words stung Tricia like a slap across the face, and all of a sudden all the years of resentment and anger came rushing out of her. She hated this man, this inhuman bastard who had used to spank her, who locked her into dark rooms. She hated him more than she hated any other person or thing on earth. She could hear the ugly old bastard saying something else then, but she didn't bother to hear what it was. There was nothing this stupid fart could say that she had any interest in. 'And another thing, you ungrateful little slut…' the voice of Hamilton Burns was saying…
'Go to hell!' a voice was yelling, and Tricia was startled to realize that the voice was her own. 'Nobody wants to hear anything you have to say, you fat old shitface, so go fuck yourself with a cattle prod!'
For a long time it seemed as though the entire world had suddenly gone silent all at once. Tricia looked at her father, wondering how he would react to what she had just done. There was a startled look on his face as though his daughter had just whipped out a gun and shot him. Then, ever so slowly, ever so slowly and gradually, the look of pained amazement melted away and was replaced by raw, seething anger. Oh shit, Tricia thought to herself, oh fuckin' bloody shit. I'm in it for now. I'm really in for it now.
Hamilton Burns stood up very slowly and deliberately, and beckoned in the direction of his daughter. 'Tricia,' he said to her silently. 'Tricia, come here.'
Tricia did not want to obey. She felt that she had to turn and run, to get away from this man before he locked her in any more bathrooms. But there was no place to run to, no place to turn. 'Tricia, come here,' she could hear the horrible man repeating to her. 'Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I want you to come here!'
She did not dare obey him, but neither did she not dare disobey. She knew that sooner or later she would have to give in, she would have to submit. 'Tricia, this is your father. Please come here this instant.' There was a pause, a very long pause, and then the girl could feel her feet turning her around and bringing her towards her father. Run, shouted her mind, turn around and run your fuckin' ass off. But her body kept on dragging her forcibly towards the man.
Hamilton was pleased that his daughter had apparently learned to obey. 'Very good, Tricia,' she could hear him saying to her. 'You've been a very bad little girl, I want you to realize that. I'm not going to hurt you, though, even though you've been bad. Even though you've been so bad that I would have every right in the world to do THIS!'
It happened to fast for her to resist. Two hands were shooting out at her and grabbing her, hoisting her into the air and then dropping her across her father's knees. She squealed in panic stricken terror as she knew what was going to come next, and tried to struggle, but one big hand was pinning her down, holding her captive. 'I'm going to spank you, little bitch,' she could hear her father saying. 'I'm going to thrash your worthless little ass until it glows. I'm going to pound you good.'
Tricia could feel the big hand sliding up beneath the skirt of her outfit, pushing it up around her armpits and exposing her bra and panties beneath. As soon as Hamilton Burns save those ripe delicious buttocks trapped within the filmy wisp of nylon and those luscious breasts straining tautly within the confines of the bra, he knew that he had to subdue this bitch. The very thought of it was satisfying to him, and he could feel his trembling phallus suddenly grow hard and firm within his trousers.
The red haired girl, pinned against his lap like that, could suddenly feel something coming to life between her father's legs, and she knew what it was. And she knew why. The thought of what was about to happen to her started her screaming all over again. Her father silenced her with a brisk slap across the buttocks.
'Keep quiet, you little bitch,' he whispered hoarsely. 'You keep your fuckin mouth shut and take what I give you, and you fuckin' well better like it.' And then he was tearing at the fabric of her panties, ripping them to shreds and then flinging them aside. 'I want that sweet little rump of yours. I'm going to have it right here and I'm going to have it right now.' And with that he was spanking her anew.
She whined and moaned and writhed and twisted, but it was all to no avail. Time and again the hand flew out and down and spanked her bare behind. Again and again it fell, and each time it descended it sent a fresh spasm of hot searing agony into the young girl's ripe red buttocks.
Tricia sobbed and whimpered in abject humiliation. She hated this man, and she detested what he was doing to her. She wanted him to stop, but there was no way in the world that he would listen to her if she pleaded with him, and Tricia knew it.
