After a fairly rough day, all I wanted in the world was to take a shower. I knew Daddy would be annoyed if I wasn't out before he got home. He says I spend too much time in the bathroom. I rushed around the house gathering up my mess, and tossed it in my room. I would have to clean that up later, at least it wasn't all over the house, that was at least something he wouldn't be upset with.
I finally made it to the bathroom, stripped, and jumped into the shower. I felt horrible, and couldn't wait to be clean. I started with my hair as I always do, always made more sense to let the soap run down my dirty body.
Just as I was finishing running conditioner through my freshly cleaned locks I heard Daddy's voice. Seems like as good a time as any to catch up a bit. We never get to talk anymore. Did he actually just come in the bathroom while I was in the shower?
But for now, you are in the bathroom again, so that is where we are going to spend our time together. I know I had been spending a lot more time on myself than I used to. I wanted to feel pretty, and pretty took time and work.
Why couldn't Daddy understand that? I miss you, if this is what I have to do, then this is what I have to do. Will you please leave long enough for me to get dressed? Perhaps it was just the steam from the shower. You can't be serious" Before I knew what was happening the curtain on the shower was being ripped open, I scrambled to cover myself as best as I could.
Daddy just stood there watching me. His anger appeared to soften around the edges a bit, though he was still very serious. He removed his hand from the curtain and slowly took a step back. He never took his eyes from me. Everything will get wet, and, if you haven't noticed I'm naked. I'd really like some privacy! Don't ask again. Was he seriously going to just stand there while I took a shower with the curtain open? I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I wanted to hold still until this whole nightmare was over.
I looked up at Daddy, he was still standing as he had been, waiting. I looked away from him quickly, I was so embarrassed, I'm sure the skin all over my body was turning red. You are going to do it right now. If you continue to hesitate, I will do it for you. Is that clear enough? It was scary to see him like this.
I wanted to do what he said, and I wanted to die of shame. I was torn in far too many directions to be able to react at all. When your body betrays you and burns you from the inside and forces tears to your eyes.
A second of relief flooded over me. Not a full second later, Daddy had lunged toward me. He grabbed my loofah, and a hand full of my hair. Before I could even react he had me pressed face first against the wall as he began scrubbing my back. Full tears were now running down my face, only a few being washed away by the shower. Yes, you chose to disobey me. He moved to my butt, and scrubbed my cheeks just as rough.
I could feel my ass bounce a little with every pass. I had always thought my ass was a little too big, and here I was being forced to display it in it's most humiliating form. I was horrified. I could feel the soap around my hole and it started to burn a little.
I felt like one of those people in a movie getting scrubbed down for decontamination. He squeezed the hair at the base of my neck rather violently. Or you can cooperate. You might even like it. Perhaps next time you'll do as you're told the first time.
Either way it will be done. If you allow it, it probably won't hurt as much. Please let me clean myself, I promise I will listen next time. You aren't even listening now. I think we need this lesson out of the way, if you are to learn anything for later. I was too afraid and confused to actually move any part of my body.
When I tell you to do something, I mean now, not when you feel like it. Do you understand me? I was too afraid to look up at him to speak. I was trembling in fear, trying to cover myself as best I could, I was ashamed and afraid for Daddy to see my body.
I'd never seen him this way, it was like my Daddy had been possessed. He quirked an eyebrow at me, which made me realize I had hesitated again. I moved as quickly as possible to comply with his request. I placed both my hands atop my head and interlaced my fingers. The cold was terrible, but the heat from the shower was finally starting to warm further out than where the curtain had been. Do you see how much better it is when you just do what I ask? I didn't want to provoke him any more than I already had. He looked at me for a long time.
He seemed to take a mental note of my entire naked frontside. I did my best not to fidget through the shame. As if it were a normal day, Daddy went back to washing me. He ran the loofah gently up my arms, and across my shoulders. He washed my sternum and down my cleavage to my tummy. He looked me right in the eye, smiled, the slowly ran the loofah back up my chest. Washing my breasts, circling them and covering them in soap, then running the rough plastic of the loofah across each of my nipples several times.
If they hadn't been fully erect before from the cold, they certainly would be now from the irritation. Not only was he washing my naked body, he was complimenting it! Daddy can't look at my 'tits'! I'm sure a look of sheer confusion passed over my face, because Daddy began to chuckle. Daddy pushed his flat hand between my thighs and pushed on either of them gently, I assume encouraging me to move them apart.
I took a step with my right leg, and then my left. Opening as wide as I was comfortable on this slick surface. Only after I had moved, did I realize that I had done it. Daddy's face lit up with joy, or maybe it was pride. I was still afraid, but somehow now, excited. I almost wanted him to touch me.
He rubbed the soapy sponge against my lips for a moment, before I felt a finger slip down through the slit that was protecting my clit from his touch.
That motion made it possible for the loofah to follow. He stroked the harsh material over my clit a few times before dropping it. He continued to clean my clit and lips with his fingers, occasionally pulling on one of my lips and pinching my clit. I could feel myself starting to swell. I was humiliated and afraid, but now, I didn't want him to stop. My trembling was almost gone, and the cold was becoming a vague memory.