Perverted Daddy System

(A/N I went back and fixed the last chapters, since I had forgotten to include the pervy bonuses!)

"Hmph, very well, daddy. But I will make you pay for this!"

She sulkily grabs the envelope and walks toward the door in big angry strides.

Perfect! The excuse is flawless and knowing what he said to her I can adapt my strategy accordingly.

I move to the living room and wait. After two minutes the doorbell rings. I open the door and find Hester in her school uniform looking at me with a grumpy expression.

"Good afternoon, Hester! I wasn't expecting you. How can I help you? Is there any problem with the apartment?"

Hester doesn't reply and just thrusts rudely the envelope into my hands.

I raise an eyebrow at her attitude, then ask.

"What is this, exactly?"

With disdain in her tone, Hester replies to me.

"Da… my father wanted me to give you this. Sign it, so I can bring it back!"

Ha! The little slut sure has the princess part down pat. Too bad for you…

I sigh in evident exasperation of her manners.

"Very well, please come inside, we can have tea while I read it."

"Hmph! I am not entering your house. Read it and sign it here!"

I let an angry expression show on my face.

"Watch your tone, young lady! I don't know why your father didn't teach you manners, but I wouldn't mind doing it for him! Now, either move your butt inside so I can read this damn letter, or take it back and tell your daddy to find another sucker to donate a million to the school!"

My outburst, coupled with the high amount I mentioned and her father's threat of not being able to buy new clothes, put Hester on the back foot momentarily.

I glare at her and ask.

"So? What is going to be?"

Hester is hesitant, but after a second gathers her wits and replies.

"Fine!"

She storms past me and enters the house, then stops and stands there hugging her chest with her arms.

I snort at her.

"I don't think you are in the mood for tea, so fine. Let's go to my study so I can read this."

I start walking and after some hesitation, Hester follows me. Poor little bitch doesn't know that the room I am headed for is in fact, my playpen…

As we reach the door, I stop. I really want to scare her shitless!

"Ah, I forgot my phone in the living room! Go ahead, sit in the study and I'll come back immediately. The light switch is two feet on the left when you enter the door."

As I say so, I turn around and start walking leisurely toward the living room, while in fact, I am checking from the corner of my eye her movement.

Angry at our previous confrontation, Hester slams the door open and walks in, looking in complete darkness for the light switch, which is in fact, in the opposite direction of what I told her. I quietly retrace my steps and enter the room as well, closing the door behind me, locking it, and pocketing the key.

At the sound of the door's latch, Hester is freaked out.

"Wh-what?"

I move to the right, press the light switch, and enjoy the look of terror in her eyes as she sees the pillories, whips, and chains that decorate the big room. She screams and runs to the door, but as much as she rattles the doorknob, she is unable to open it.

Cornered, she turns with her back to the door and looks at me in horror.

I grin at her expression and walk slowly toward her.

"Welcome to my lair, where all bad little girls become obedient little sluts…"

As I approach her, Hester tries to run to the left, but she is too afraid and stumbles, allowing me to grab her by the hair.

I raise her until her head is bending backward and she is on her tiptoes, then bring my face near her and smile.

"Well? No rude words now? Did you already learn your lesson? Nah, I don't think so!"

I punch her in the stomach, causing her to double over on her knees and retch while I circle around her, like a cat playing with a cute little mouse. I get on one knee in front of her and once again I raise her head by grabbing and pulling her hair backward, then grasp her chin with my other hand.

"You think you are a princess? That everyone must bow to you? Hah!"

I slap her on the cheek, not as hard as I can, but strong enough to make her lose balance and fall on her side. without any care in the word, I grab her by an ankle and drag her to the other side of the room, where a chain with two leather manacles is attached to a hoist.

When I let her leg drop, she tries to get up and run away, but for the third time, I grab her by her hair and force her to stand. Hester is now too terrified to try anything, so I bring my mouth close to her ear and whisper.

"Try something! Anything at all! Give me an excuse to beat you to a pulp…"

The little bitch remains immobile while I sniff her neck, but her legs are trembling.

"Sigh, too bad that I am expected for dinner, otherwise I would really enjoy spending a couple of hours beating you half to death… perhaps later…"

I grab her arm and force her to raise it, then I pass it through the loop of the leather manacle and tighten it. Hester understands that this might be her last chance to win free so she starts to struggle, but it is already too late. Soon enough and despite her efforts, her other hand is manacled as well. Satisfied with my work, I move to the wall where the hoist controls are and raise the chain until her hands are high above her head without forcing her to stand on tiptoe.

I move back to her while smiling happily and kneel behind her. I grab an ankle and force her to raise her leg, then remove her shoe. I repeat the same with her other leg, then I place both of my hands on her pantihose-covered ankles and let them slide upward, caressing her skin.

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