Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Punished. The word hung, dark and menacing in the dim room, as Sarah stared across the way at her Father. The girl's eyes were fixed upon the man's face with a certain sense of alarm. It was a rare day that Sarah saw this look of cold fury upon her Father's face. After all, she like all teenagers, fibbed a bit. And her punishments were dealt out accordingly. But rarely had Sarah tested her Father's patience to the point that she saw this menacing, and dangerous expression upon his face. And just as it had made her shiver when she had been a child, the girl felt the first tinglings of icy trepidation skate up and down her spine. Sarah could not help the shiver that passed though her, even under her Father's sharp gaze. Instead, she finally dropped her eyes away, becoming quiet as she chewed nervously at her lower lip. She had no idea what her Father was planning, but she supposed she should be thankful that it would not come now. No... her Father was probably going to think on it, and he would launch his punishment as soon as the heat came on again. Until then, she felt the heat of his eyes leaving her, and she dared glance up to see that the man had gone ahead and laid down upon the bed. The discussion was quite clearly closed, and further comment upon it would likely just earn her a solid slap. Perhaps she might press a little at another time. But it was clear to her that her Father wanted to keep a few secrets to himself for a little while longer. Sarah would have to respect that... And she clearly was supposed to just go to bed to try to keep warm... Frowning to herself, Sarah wished that she had thought to pick up a few books from her room. She would have on her intended trip up, had the sight of an opened door not been such a tempting invitation. She might have read by candlelight, or looked for her portable book light. But she hadn't... and she supposed that she wouldn't have been allowed the chance to read anyway, as angry as her father seemed. Sighing quietly, Sarah realized that speaking further was useless for now and instead took the band from her hair and unwound the braid. She took a moment to run her fingers through her hair, and reached through her sweater to unhook her bra. Underwire was impossible to sleep in, and the girl had been burdened with heavy breasts that required a bra with any outfit. But even if she had to share a bed with her Father, she planned to be comfortable. Her arms slipped into the sweater, and the straps slid down her arms and out from the hem of her sweater. Her instrument of lacy torture hung against the bedpost, Sarah slipped her arms back through her sleeves, and she pulled up her side of the blankets. The sheets were chilled as she slipped into them, and Sarah shuddered as she curled herself into them. Pillowing the pillow against her arm, Sarah curled herself away from her Father, and towards the wall not out of anger but for simple comfort. She was a side-sleeper, and bundled under the blankets, she curled herself up for warmth, tucking her toes tight against her body as she gave a final sigh. Comfortable as she could be in a bed that was not her own, Sarah closed her eyes and tried to quiet her mind. She tried for a good twenty minutes, then turned over onto her other side. Another twenty or so, and Sarah's breathing slowly became even, and she slipped off into a dreamless sleep as she rolled onto her back. Hair tossed about her pillow in a wave of auburn, the girl slept comfortably enough at her Father's side, despite whatever punishment he might ultimately decide upon. She had survived the spankings as a child, and endured lectures, shouting, and all the rest that most children survived. She could handle whatever punishment her Father deemed necessary for this later infraction.