Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

All her life, Sarah had been an obedient girl... mostly. There had been times where she had pushed the envelope as all children did at one point or another. She had lied once or twice to the man when she had been at slumber parties about whether there would have been drinking, and of course, had made herself sick upon easily accessed alcohol. She had forgot certain dates or projects at school when she had absolutely needed an extension upon the deadline. And she had of course, conveniently failed to mention if one outing or another with her friends would indeed have mixed company, or that one or two of the young men in that mixed company had seemed to take an interest in her. Each little white lie was carefully crafted, and spoken with care as Sarah knew better than anyone that her Father had an excellent nose for lies, and often he could sniff them out from a mile away. But then, she would never have guessed that he would keep this secret from her. Though, in retrospect, she reasoned that there was no way to approach her about this particular proclivity. She was the man's daughter, and some things you simply did not share with your children. Sarah's fingers trailed over the tails of a leather flog as she shook her head quietly. No, there was no way that her Father would have ever have been able to look her in the eye, and tell her that he was a man of... certain tastes... What should have taken only seconds, a quick peek into her father's secrets before she settled herself down next to her dog again instead took up several minutes, each tool and implement on the wall, each piece of equipment demanding her attention from the thin light of her cellphone, and each thing she saw made her wish that she had the full use of the lights so she might get a better view of her Father's hobby. But the girl lost track of time, absorbed in this secret life he had hidden away from her over the past sixteen years or so, and she did not realize that she had been discovered until she heard the roll of the door being pushed open. The man spared no time for stealth, for indeed why should he? Sarah was the one intruding upon his domain, and Sarah was the one who had broken his trust. The girl felt her heart pound a little louder in her chest as she felt the man's presence, and turned to see his frame, his shadow really, fall across the doorway. Blue eyes widened as she saw him standing there and filling up the door frame. He was not a small man and it was impossible not to feel that initial rush of animalistic fear when his shadow fell across the door and she saw him. She was caught there was nowhere to hide in this room, nowhere to run, and Sarah stared like a deer caught in the headlights, as her Father's glittering eyes landed upon her. For a moment, nobody spoke and Father and daughter regarded one another quietly across the shadowed darkness. She could not see his featured clearly, but she knew this quiet and foreboding silence well enough as the man approached. She nearly cringed as his tall frame stepped passed her and slid his fingers against polished wood of what seemed to be a piece straight out of medieval times. And when he spoke her Father's voice was pitched low and velvet in a tone that always made her shiver. He only used that voice when he was particularly displeased with her, and it never failed to have the girl standing just a little straighter and made her stomach twist into knots as he asked a question that they both knew the answer to. But even if it was rhetorical, Sarah also knew that her Father wanted some answer from her. I... she started, only to close her mouth as she watched her Father's form, and resisted the urge to shine her light higher. She desperately wanted to see the man's face, to gauge his reaction. But she thought better of anything that might further displease him as she took a slow breath. Lies never helped, and nor did excuses the man could always see right through them. And so, Sarah swallowed against the lump of nerves in her throat, and she gave a shake of her head as she stared to the solid black shadow that was her Father. No, Daddy... she murmured in a soft voice that sounded steadier than she felt. The door was open and I was curious. But I should have respected your privacy. Turning her eyes about towards the shadowed tools and bits of leather and polished metal on the walls, the girl bit back the urge to squirm in place while standing among the instruments of sweet torture, and she instead kept her eyes upon her Father's shadow. I don't think I would have guessed that... Well, that this was what you had down here. I was expecting... well, not this.