Father's reaction

Lucciana shuddered in her car. She was dressed again although both her and her clothes were still wet from the rain. However, the shivering she felt wasn’t caused by just the chill but also the dread of what her father will say.

Better than to feel fear was to feel angry at the cop who got her into this situation. She had such audacity to take advantage of her. One way or another this will not go unanswered. For her family, there aren’t many people on Earth who are untouchable.

“Fuck it, let’s see what happens,” Lucciana muttered as she pressed down the gas pedal in her car and watched the speed increase on her retina display. She was tired of driving under 50 on a 100 road.

The speed got over 50 and she squeaked in surprise.

It felt like someone pressed a buzzing vibrator against all her erogenous zones at once. She could feel dramatically increasing stimulation against her still engorged clitoris, nipples, and even inside her vagina and ass.

Obviously, the cop was not fucking around when she was setting up her sentence for speeding.

She was expecting a slowly increasing teasing or something more “car-safe” but instead her wet already excited body got the feel of a **** of a full set of phantom buzzing vibrators.

Instead of just slowing down, she had to stop the car.

It is a proof of her heroic self-control that her body didn't go into another series of unorgasmic spasming until she successfully turned off the engine. But once the car was still and the stimulation kept up at its peak, she quickly ended up riding the edge of orgasm that her body needed but the implants would not give her.

Suddenly the harassment abruptly stops altogether once the time limit passes.

Fortunately, modern car seats are equipped to resist damage caused by bodily fluids leaking out of her when she starts the car again.

Lucciana decided to just turn on self-driving and take a moment to recover.

The rest of the ride would usually take her less than five minutes but now she arrived after nearly 20 minutes being careful to stay away from the 50-mile speed limit imposed on her.

At the mansion, there was already a servant waiting with an umbrella for her. She stepped out but umbrella or not her hair was still wet and her wet dress was clinging to her body leaving little of her curves to imagination.

Her car drove itself away to its designated parking spot.

"Good morning, Miss Lucciana, your father is waiting for you in his study," one of the other servants greeted her as she stepped inside through large wooden doors.

Lucciana froze, did her father already know? It was possible since he was her primary guardian and managed her MPA. He might have received a notification.

"Does he appear aggravated?" She asked carefully.

"Please don't keep your father waiting and follow me straight away," was the only answer she received.

Their house was large and her father's study was on the third floor. Along the way, they passed several of the house staff who had a hard time hiding side glances at her wet nearly exposed form.

After her ride, Lucciana's arousal still hasn't fallen back even to the new high base level of 80 % set by the policewoman. She felt lustful and in need of a release that would clench at least some of the fire between her legs.

Her father was waiting in his study sitting behind a large ebony table. He was an imposing muscular man at 6 and a half feet tall with graying hair which only gave him more charisma.

Lucciana had to focus on making eye contact. Her father didn’t like it when she acted scared or bashful.

She could feel his eyes on her body and she was intently aware of the vision that she was presenting. Instead of his elegant educated daughter, she looked like a cheap prostitute caught in the rain. Water was running down from her on the wooden floor making a puddle.

"Stand there and tell me what happened," he said without any greeting in a stern voice.

Lucciana went through the whole story with the police officer. She knew her father expected every detail of the encounter including a description of all the effects of the stimulations that she had undergone.

During her story, she did not make any attempt to cover herself and she focused on making her voice well articulated.

As she talked, her father stood up from behind his desk and slowly walked towards her. Lucciana with her height was used to looking most men directly in the eyes and looking down on women but her father was head taller and she had to look up when she got close.

She would never admit to it, but sometimes she fantasized about being poor and without any servants. That way her father would have to do all her exercising. Maybe now because of the policewoman, he will do it for the first time.

"Now just before her birthday, my daughter has a record of threatening a police officer. Do you know how that may reflect on the whole family?” started her father. Although his words should sound angry, they were just cold.

“Everyone can get a speeding ticket but once you make a threat and you don't follow through you smear my name together with yours.

I may be able to erase your record with the police president but that will mean that I will then owe a big favor to him.

Me being requested to handle your exercising on your birthday directly is completely out of the question and more than a step too far.

You are now old enough to be able to handle yourself. When you make threats then make threats that you follow through."

Lucciana wanted to tremble in fear knowing that her father would find a new way to punish her on top of the sentence issued by the police. But she also knew that she could not show fear to her father or she would make everything even worse. He could never stand a weakness in her.

Without being asked a question, she knew not to respond when he was like this.

He just looked at her with his brain calculating the next steps.

In the end, her father's eyes glazed over as he used his retina display to connect to her MPA implant.

"Your birthday is tomorrow. Until the party tomorrow, you will be stripped," he pronounced.

With that, he waited just looking at her emotionlessly until she realized that he meant for her to start stripping right now.

Lucciana's eyes widened in shock at the implications of her father's command.

She began to undress, her heart pounding in her chest as she revealed what was left of her hidden skin to her father.

Her arousal climbed even higher at the thought of being exposed even though it was hardly the first time he had seen her like this.

Soon the servants and anyone in the mansion will have the opportunity to ogle her as well which unfortunately also would not be the first time although it hasn’t happened in a while.

**** to regain some semblance of control, Lucciana focused on the task at hand, removing her wet black dress slowly. She was careful not to look like she is hiding any part of her nude body, especially her breasts and pussy. Otherwise, she might be punished for the weakness of being embarrassed in front of her father. As she stood there, naked, she tried to swallow her fears, knowing well that she had to face the consequences of her actions.

Without any command, Lucciana stood at attention to show that she was finished and at the pleasure of her father. Her nipples, previously rock hard and easily visible under the wet dress tightened further now exposed to the air and father’s chilly gaze.

She stood with her legs spread apart and her fingers laced behind her head with her arms pushed back to push her chest out. She knew her arousal must be clearly visible on her body.

Her skin was glistening with wetness. Her nipples were hard and pointy on her chest that heaved with every deep breath she took to calm herself. Between her thighs, her hairless sex was red with her burning button obviously engorged. You could even see it pulsing if you paid attention.

Lucciana’s form was beautiful and her posture radiated strength even in her situation. Her youth and angelic face gave her a shroud of innocence that was hard to overcome even in her current state.

Her father stepped back to look at her properly, seemingly satisfied with her compliance gave a new order. "You will go to your room and you will perform the exercise issued by the officer with your hands against your bed posts."

Lucciana visibly shuddered dreading what awaited her.

"There is also a matter of your regular exercising still scheduled for today.

To teach you a lesson about disrespecting our family. As soon as your exercise on the bedpost ends, still stripped, you will go find Alejandro, and you will ask him to exercise you in the main ballroom while the other staff will be there preparing your party.

Your exercise will last at the minimum of the full hour and will be based on a cock worshiping routine with your hands, mouth, and tits. Finally, after half an hour you will beg him to fuck you in any way he wants in any hole he wants in front of everyone there and you will be enabled to have his orgasms while you won’t.

Alejandro won’t be allowed to stop until his cock won’t be able to shoot any more sperm which will be confirmed by his MPA."

She stood there in shock. It was supposed to be her birthday weekend with everyone nice to her and instead, she now has to go through all of this. It has been over two years since the last time she was ordered stripped in the mansion and it is not an experience she wanted to repeat.

"You can go now," said her father dismissing her and seemingly not paying any attention to her anymore.