Ted Leonard

Discipline for daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Pretty little Marsha Brennan cowered under the covers as she heard the front door open and close. From the sounds in the other room, she knew her father was drunk again. She heard bumps and scrapes and something fell to the floor. She heard her father curse. Marsha dreaded these sounds in the night, sounds any other teenaged girl would pay little attention to. She drew the blankets tighter around her neck and shuddered. Odd feelings coursed through her body. The cold fear, the shortness of breath, the mounting dread, these she could understand. It was the other feelings she couldn't grasp – the tickle deep in her belly, the funny feeling in her cunt and the tingling of the pink nipples on her jutting tits.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and shut her eyes tightly. Please God, she prayed, silently, don't let him come in here again. Please let him pass out.

She heard footsteps approaching her bedroom. Her heart beat wildly behind her rising and falling tits. Panic seized her and she squeezed her thighs together. But the pressure against her pussy created sizzling feelings and she quickly let her legs fall open, again.

The footsteps stopped, turned around, and went away. Her father was returning to the living room. Marsha stuffed the blanket in her mouth to keep from sobbing aloud. She was so scared, so deathly afraid of her father. Tears welled in her eyes and she rubbed her fists into them.

Her mother would have chided her for that and she knew it. "Don't do that, darling," her mom would have said. "You'll make your eyes all red."

A shudder ran through Marsha's body and she sniffled. She could almost hear her mother's loving words and for a second she imagined that her morn was still alive.

She missed her mother terribly and as she thought of her, new tears came to her eyes. Why did she have to die? Marsha cried to herself. It's not fair. She was so kind and good. Why does God let all the bad people live while good ones like her mother had to die? I need you, Mom, she said in her mind, I need you so much!

But her mother was gone and Marsha was utterly alone, stuck with a drunken, brutal father and a brother who was twenty years old and also drank too much.

Marsha's ears perked up. She could hear no sounds in the living room – or anywhere. She relaxed her grip on the comforting blankets and heaved a sigh of relief. Her reined tits quivered.