Story: Tanya's Punishmet 1 of 5   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       Tanya sat in the living room and waited with dread for her dad to return   
   to the room.  Just yesterday, things were so much different!  Her mom, a   
   professor, had left for an overseas conference and wouldn't return for a   
   week.  Her dad meanwhile was away on an overnight business trip so the   
   fourteen year old decided to take advantage of the parental absence.   
   Taking the extra keys to her mom's Saturn, she decided to go across town to   
   meet some friends.   
      
       Admittedly, Tanya didn't have a license and she had only driven once or   
   twice before when her dad let her drive a few hundred yards for fun.  But   
   it didn't seem all that hard to drive so Tanya thought it would be a snap.   
   Unfortunately, backing the car out of the drive in reverse proved to be a   
   rather difficult exercise.  The Saturn's side got swiped against the garage   
   leaving a nasty scratch on the exterior of the passenger side of the   
   vehicle.  And since it was rather dark out, Tanya had trouble navigating   
   and ended up running over the mailbox.   
      
       The visible damage wasn't terrible.  One of the tail-lights was   
   completely smashed out and the bumper had a few scratches.  The real damage   
   came from the mailbox scraping on the underside of the car which damaged   
   the exhaust pipe and muffler.  Both would need to be replaced.   
      
       When her dad came home from his business trip the next day, Tanya   
   tearfully confessed all she had done.  Fixing himself a drink first, her   
   dad had gone out to inspect the damage.  And now she was waiting for him to   
   return.  How bad was it going to be?  Tanya knew her dad was generally more   
   lenient with her than her mom.  Hopefully the damage was going to be   
   fixable, the fourteen year old thought.   
      
       She heard the door slam and her father's footsteps.  He entered the room   
   and his expression was not grim, but only thoughtful.  Tanya took this as a   
   good sign.   
      
       "So how bad is it Daddy?" she asked hopefully.   
      
       "Well," her father said tinkling the ice cubes in his drink, "the   
   scratch on the side isn't terrible.  The busted tail-light isn't hard to   
   replace.  But the underbody of the car is another story.  The muffler and   
   exhaust pipe need to be replaced.  But even worse, there's a puncture in   
   the oil tank.  Did you notice the oil all over the garage floor?  I'm not   
   sure if oil tanks can even be replaced.  I'm sorry honey, but it's going to   
   be expensive."   
      
       Tanya burst into tears again.  "Mom's gonna kill me!" she sobbed.   
      
       Her dad sat down next to her.  He put his arm around her.  "Don't cry   
   sweetie.  It's be all right," he consoled her.   
      
       "You know how protective mom is about her car!  She's going to blow up!"   
   Tanya wailed.   
      
       Her dad stroked her long blond hair.  "I'll tell you what, Tanya.  We   
   can make a deal.  I'll tell your mom that it was my fault.  But in return   
   you have to do something for me."   
      
       Tanya wiped the tears from her wet face and looked at her dad.  "Really?   
   You'd do that?"   
      
       "Of course.  But in return you have to do everything I say."   
      
       "I will!  I'll do anything!"   
      
       "Do you promise?" her dad prodded her.   
      
       "Of course!" Tanya agreed.   
      
       "Then it's a deal," her father said, sipping his drink.  Tanya waited   
   for a moment as he continued to sip and swirl his drink.   
      
       "Um, so what do you want me to do," she finally asked.  Tanya supposed   
   it would be something like doing chores.  Or possibly even doing some   
   community service.  Her dad was big into stuff like that.   
      
       "First," her dad said, polishing off his drink, "I think I'm going to   
   give you a bath.  It's been a long time since I've done that.  It must be   
   seven or eight years now?  ..." Her dad trailed off.   
      
       Tanya was confused.  Had she misheard.  "Did you say you wanted to give   
   me a bath?"   
      
       "Yes."   
      
       "But you can't!  I'm fourteen years old!" Tanya complained.  This must   
   be a joke of some sort, she thought.  "Why on earth do you want to give me   
   a bath?  I can't let you do that!"   
      
       "I'm going to give you a bath, Tanya.  That was part of the deal.  You   
   would do everything I say."   
      
      
      
       Tanya was dumbfounded.  She couldn't let her dad see her naked!  "But   
   Daddy..." she protested.   
      
       "No buts," her dad cut her off.  "Either you do everything I say or your   
   mom gets to know the truth about the car."   
      
       Tanya reflected a moment.  If her mom found out, she would likely be   
   grounded for a least three months.  When Tanya was twelve she broke her   
   retainer which had to be fixed for a cost of $200.  Her punishment then was   
   to be grounded for a month and she had to do chores for the entire summer.   
   The car would probably cost at least $1000 to fix.  Was it worth it then to   
   let her dad give her a bath?   
      
       "Okay," she muttered under her breath.   
      
       "Come on then," her dad said taking her by the elbow.  He led her   
   upstairs to the master bathroom in his bedroom where there was a large   
   clawfoot tub.  Tanya stared distractedly at the porcelain and linoleum   
   around her.  Was this just some sort of strange dream?  Her dad moved past   
   her to the tub.  The sound of running water filled the room and a mist of   
   steam rose from the tub.   
      
       Her dad turned her around to face him.  He began to unbutton her shirt.   
   Tanya fought the urge to resist and push him away.  It felt wrong!  Her dad   
   undid the final button and slid the shirt from her body.  Tanya felt the   
   blush rising in her face.  Next her dad undid the zipper of her skirt and   
   let it drop to the floor around her ankles.   
      
       She now stood in front of her dad wearing only panties and a bra.   
   Suddenly cold she shivered, realizing all too soon that the chill would   
   make her nipples perk up.  Glancing down at her chest, she saw her hardened   
   nipples poke through the material of her bra.  Tanya looked up at her dad's   
   face and saw her looking at him, with a strange expression she had never   
   seen on him before.   
      
       She reached her hands up to cover her nipples.  "Please, Daddy," she   
   pleaded, "I don't want to do this!  Can't we please do something else   
   instead?" She gazed into his face imploringly but only saw a hardened and   
   concrete expression.   
      
       "Turn around, Tanya," he said.   
      
       Reluctantly, she turned around.  Her father's hands fumbled with the   
   clasp of her bra for a second.  Tanya held her breath, hoping that he   
   wouldn't be able to undo it.  But he did.  She felt the bra straps fall   
   from her shoulders and the cups loosen around her breasts.  Her dad slipped   
   the bra free from her arms.  Topless now, Tanya stood, blushing heavily.   
   At least she wasn't facing her dad.   
      
       Then she felt his fingers slip inside the elastic waistband of her   
   panties.  He started tugging them down.  Soon, they too were around her   
      
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