Not quite.

I set the paddle aside on my now otherwise empty desk. Valerie's sobbing had quieted to a sniffling little cry. Reaching for her shoulders, I gently pulled her into a standing position and turned her to face me. I cupped my youngest daughter's chin and lifted her tear-streaked face until she met my gaze.

There was an unexpected heat in her eyes, as though she were intensely aroused, but she said nothing as I studied her.

She'd said she wanted to be like her mother. "Your mother knows and accepts her place." I stated simply, noting a slight tightening of Valerie's eyes around the edges. "You're not a child anymore, Valerie. It's time for you to do the same."

I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't the almost giddy enthusiasm that spilled forth from my sweet girl. "Yes! Please, Daddy! Put me in my place. Teach me, like Mommy. I need it..." her voice trailed off slightly. I detected awkwardness of perhaps embarrassment, but no shame or feigned sincerity. She was being genuine. She just needed to become more comfortable around her father.

I immediately shifted into my dominant mindset. "I see. You need it." I frowned. I had failed to properly teach my daughter respect and discipline. That was a mistake I would gladly rectify. "Then consider yourself in training. Right now." I tugged on the t-shirt barely clinging to her shoulders. "Take this thing off. No more clothing until I say otherwise. Clothing is a privilege you will earn."

She paled slightly, but nodded. "Yes, Daddy." She quickly pulled the scrap of fabric she called a shirt over her head and tossed it haphazardly into the mess of things all over the floor. Then she kicked her shorts off of her foot to join it. Aside from the mechanical shock collar she wore, she was completely nude.

I took a moment to drink in the sight of my daughter's body. She was stunning, I realized. The lines of her body reminded me strongly of her mother, but she was much younger, free of the ravages of time and childbearing.

My cock stirred. I wanted to fuck my daughter. In my conscious mind, that should have seemed wrong. And yet, as I considered it, it only seemed appropriate. She was my property, after all. Just like her mother... and her sister, I realized.

Valerie noticed the way I looked at her, and also took notice of the growing tension in my pants. She swallowed nervously and her breathing deepened, but she said nothing. Good girl.

Something nagged at my mind, something that seemed important. "Tell me, daughter. You said you need this. Elaborate. Be specific, I know you can be very articulate. I want you hear you say what you need."

She shifted, more uncomfortable with the question than the possibility of being **** by her father.

"That wasn't a suggestion." I snapped.

"Ah! Uh, I guess... When you said that, it made me feel really good. I know I want it. Being put in my place, I mean. I want what Mom has. That surety, that peace..." She swallowed, steeling herself, but continued, gaining confidence as she spoke. "On my birthday, on the boat, when everything happened... it happened so fast..."

Neither she nor Melanie had gone into any detail about the experience in that boat. I would want the whole story, in time, but I let her tell me the parts she considered relevant to our specific situation.

"The guys, they stripped us, fucked us. Had it just been us and our friends, that might have been the end of it. Just a big long orgy on a boat." Valerie didn't look traumatized or saddened by her story, only resolved to tell it. "It wasn't until the ship captain got involved that things got out of hand. He was twisted. Sexist. He showed the guys new ways to play with us women." She put an unpleasant emphasis on the word, imitating the captain, I assumed.

"They hit us, humiliated us. They nearly killed Megan when she tried to fight back. Nearly drowned her, laughing like it was funny how she struggled. The captain kept saying we didn't know our place, needed to learn our place." She looked up into my eyes, then, her eyes sad. But there was also something softer there, warm even. "He wasn't a good teacher like you, Daddy."

I smiled, and she continued.

"He liked to play games, as he called them. I was his favorite. He liked to tie me up, and he hit me a lot. Mostly slapping and spanking, nothing I couldn't handle. And yet.... something awakened in me on that boat, Daddy. Something that won't go away. I can't just ignore it. I watch you with Mommy, and just now... and I just... I need it." Her eyes glittered with excitement. "Please. I know you can help me."

I regarded her silently, taking it all in. "Are you telling me you want to be a ****? Bondage, discipline, the whole nine?"

She shivered at the word, and I knew her answer before she even opened her mouth.