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Please note:
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.

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Tanya's Punishment
Chapter 1

Written by Janus
Copyright 2003

All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr.org/~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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