Chapter 4: Busted on purpose

A few days later I was home alone. I think Mother had taken Lizzie and my brothers shopping for school clothes or something. Anyway, I was lying in bed, naked again, and playing with myself, wondering if Father would come in and catch me again. Actually HOPING he would catch me, because, you see, what I was thinking about as I lay there fucking myself with a cucumber I’d fashioned into a fake cock was what would happen if Father saw me doing THIS. And then he did.

I heard him opening my bedroom door, and when he walked in I didn’t even pretend to stop.

“Hi, Daddy,” I grinned up at him, sliding the cucumber in and out of my cunt while he watched me. “I’m being bad again, aren’t I,” I said. “Are you going to punish me in front of my brothers and Lizzie and Mother again?”

He walked over to my bed and didn’t say a word. Instead he just stood there looking down at my naked body, his face red. I could see he was conflicted, fighting his emotions, the “Satanic demons” growing inside him, so I tried to be as nasty as I could to tease him.