Chapter 1

This is the sequel to “Teaching Daughter Caution “, which was written by my friend Limnophile. If you haven’t read it yet, you should.

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CAUTION - This story includes female domination, non-consent / coercion, revenge, involuntary crossdressing (man in makeup and woman’s clothing), incest play, public sex, sex toys / pegging, and humiliation. If any of those would bother you, please read something else.

When we got home from the sex shop, my daughter Jan ran to her bedroom with tears streaming from her eyes. I’d embarrassed her a lot, but I thought it was funny and not that big of a deal. I worked on a few projects in the garage until supper time.

My wife Emily and I ate in the dining room as usual, but Jan stayed in her room. We had a rule about no bad news or arguments during meals. When we finished eating, Emily said, “I’ve never seen Jan so upset. I calmed her down a little, but we need to make some big changes! You should be ashamed of yourself, terrorizing a young lady like that!”

“I only...”

Emily shouted, “You made her so ashamed and afraid she might never go on a date again!”

“I ... I’m sorry.”

“You need to be a lot more than sorry! You might have ruined her love life forever! Do you want grandkids some day?”

I shrugged. “Well, yeah...”

“She’s only 18. Do you want her to be afraid of you and hate you the rest of her life?”

“Of course not! I love her.”

“Then you better show it! You’re not just going to say you’re sorry. Tonight, you’ll do anything she and I tell you, no matter how embarrassing. Show her how much you’ll put up with, so she’ll know that you understand. If you won’t, I’m going to leave you. I’m serious! You’ll do it, or I’m calling a divorce lawyer on Monday!”

“I ... I didn’t know it was that serious. I’m sorry, I really am.” The look on my wife’s face told me that wasn’t good enough. I added, “Okay, I’ll do whatever it takes. Anything you two want.”

“Good. Take off all your clothes.” I stood and started walking toward the stairs. She asked, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To undress in the bedroom.”

“No, no, no! Strip and sit on the sofa.”

“Uh ... okay.” I undressed, then covered my crotch with my hands as I bashfully sat on the couch.

She called out, “Jan! Come down here!”

I complained, “But she’ll see me!”

My wife grinned evilly. “That’s the idea.”

Jan stared at me and asked, “Mom, why is Dad naked?” I saw her cheeks slowly turning pink and felt my own flushing with shame.

“I know him saying he’s sorry won’t make it up to you, not even close. We’re going to make him feel the way you did, so he understands. What did he do, and how did it make you feel?”

My daughter complained, “He showed me all kinds of porn and sex toys, and talked about sex a lot. I was so embarrassed! And ... and worse yet, um ... I got turned on, which was even more embarrassing! It was horrible!”

I deeply regretted my actions when I saw tears at the corners of my daughter’s eyes. They weren’t ‘silly little girl crying over nothing’ tears. I’d obviously hurt her badly.

My wife asked, “Your Dad got you hot in public?” She shook her head and looked at me scornfully. “Take out your phone and get pictures of him naked, so he knows how it feels.”

My formerly sweet and innocent child started taking pictures! I objected, “But, but...”

Emily ordered, “Yup, show her that, too. Stand and put your hands on your head, then turn around, nice and slow.” I did as commanded, and felt I was starting to die a little from the overwhelming shame.

She made it even worse by asking Jan, “Doesn’t he have a shriveled little cock?”

“Uh, yeah Mom. The ones in porn are so much longer.”

“It gets bigger when he’s excited, but sometimes he needs help. Have him take a Viagra in the upstairs bathroom.”

“Dad needs dick pills?”

I tried to defend myself. “I don’t NEED them, they’re for extra fun.”

My wife tattled on me. “You think the two minutes you can give me without them is enough to be FUN?” She scoffed and ordered, “Give him a pill, then take him to your room and dress him in your clothes; panties, a bra, skirt, whatever you want. Even the naughty clothes you think you’re hiding under your bed.”

Jan was quite angry. “You snooped in my room, Mom?”

“He did, and he told me about it. I think fishnet stockings and high heels would look good on him, don’t you? Maybe even mesh panties, too”

Jan grinned from ear to ear but said, “I wear size eight. There’s no way my shoes will fit him.”

“Then we’ll go to a shoe store. Hurry up. Get him hard and dressed, so I can make up his face.”

I was shocked and astounded. “Makeup! High heels!”

Emily scowled as she grabbed one of my nipples. “You’ll do it, right? So that I don’t leave you?”

“I ... I ... okay.”

After a pill and ten minutes digging through Jan’s closet with an involuntary hard-on, I led her downstairs. My wife stroked my thigh through black fishnet stockings, then lifted the front of ‘my’ light green miniskirt. She asked, “Why is he commando underneath?” She held my stiff dick and showed it to our daughter, shaming me further.