Back to Jennifer POV

Jennifer really didn’t know the program as well as she should have. She had thought it was just a scare tactic used to scare kids and teens into being more controllable. She wasn’t going to let that happen, at least. She wasn’t going to comply easily, she knew that much although she knew if her father wanted, she could be in it for a month or more so she was going to have to at least act like she was obeying.

She started to turn and head towards the bathroom but was stopped.

�No more wasting time, you can undress right here.�

She knew everyone was going to see her ‘birthday suit’.

�Can you at least turn around?�

He shook his head.

�God, no relief for the tortured.� She turned herself around with her back towards him.

She was slow undressing, still deeply embarrassed for even her father to see her this way. At least she thought her hair would allow some coverage though, if she had read the rules like she was supposed to, she would have learned differently.

She turned back around to face her father, using her arms to cover the ‘vital’ areas. �I can’t go to school like this. You know how I am. I can’t let anyone see me this way!�

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of people being allowed to touch her. She knew her complaints would get her nowhere, especially now. �I’m going to need years of therapy after this.� She shook her head.

She could not quite shake the feeling that she was forgetting something, something the NUDEP assembly said. Since she really didn’t pay attention and threw the pamphlet they gave her in a trash can on the way out, she really couldn’t remember.

Still not moving her arm that was covering her upper region, she lowered her other arm to pick up her backpack. She slid one strap over her shoulder and headed toward the door once again but then stopped to turn around. �I do go to school now, right?�

�No, dear. I am not quite sure you are ready. Put your backpack down and come back here.�

Jennifer reluctantly put down the backpack and came back to her father, still trying her best to cover up with her hands.

�I have to make sure you are ready. Now put your hands on your head and spread your legs.�

�WHAT! No, it’s bad enough that I have to go to school like this.� She was thinking that perhaps the backpack would help a little once she moved it around to her front.

Peter looked grim. He stood up, walked over to a drawer and pulled out a black, leather paddle. He walked back to his daughter who was now backing away.

�Don’t you DARE. You can’t hit me with that thing.�

Before she really knew what to do, he had grabbed her by the wrist, turned her around and smacked her bare bottom with the paddle.

�WHAT WAS THAT FOR?� She was now totally pissed off. She didn’t care what he would do now. �I was fine with this little school thing, I could live with it. But now you’re hitting my ass for no reason!� She had felt better after saying that but was still steaming.

She somehow felt that her little outburst would come back to bite her. She took a deep breath and realized, in her fury, she had dropped the arm that was covering her. Then she said, almost to herself, �It’s just not worth it.� She put her hands on her head as he had asked.

She blushed when she realized what else he had asked her to do. She reluctantly complied, not really spreading her legs but pushing them a little further apart than what they currently were. �Now what? I am already late because of all this and if you’re right my homeroom will make a point to correct that. Well at least I won’t have to run into anybody on the way there.�

�That is probably true. By the time I get done, you will have missed the bus. Now let me explain. You will be required to maintain a state of arousal. Do you know what that means?�

Jennifer blushed. �Uh huh.�

�Good, now let me check you.�

Her eyes got wide. �NO! You can’t do that. It’s indecent.�

�I am your father and this is necessary.� He reached out with his hand and just lightly touched her exposed slit. Jennifer burned with mortification.

�Alright, I think that will do. I’m sure that a little help from the school will increase it. Now one last thing before we get in the car.� He took her wrist and once again dragged her over his lap. With her face down over him, he said to her, �This is for giving me such a hard time. From now on, you will behave.� He began to smack her with the paddle, quickly turning her bottom bright red. She soon started to kick and squirm and plead with him to stop.

�When he finally quit, she was openly crying.

�One more thing to keep in mind. You are going to periodically have to cum. Make sure you call it out ahead of time when you do because you will be spanked otherwise. Now let me take you to school.�

Jennifer was wishing she would die right there. �Is the whole world this perverted?� First her father touched her most private area and now she was going to have to cum IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. She couldn’t see how it could get any worse. Though she was wrong about that -- everything can get worse.

She picked up her bag, not wanting to anger her father anymore before school. She walked to the door, peaking her head out first to see if anyone was around. She was satisfied, no one was out. She quickly ran over to the car hoping the door would be unlocked.

�He planned on me doing this.� The car door was locked and now she was out in the open. She slid down next to the car, waiting for him to come and unlock it. It didn’t take long for people to notice her ‘exposed’ state. Neighbors had begun appearing in their windows. She blushed a fire engine red. She felt like if someone wanted to, they could cook on her face.

It seemed like forever before he finally arrived. She quickly stood up. �Can you please hurry and unlock the car, I’m being watched.�

He took his time, making her fully endure her punishment. Once he unlocked it, she flew in. �You know this IS hell on earth, right?�

The car trip there was quiet. She was too mad and afraid to say anything. The thought of what she was soon to endure was making her sick at her stomach. Once there, she realized she was a little late. �I hope Paul doesn’t have to see me like this.�