She knows everything

You head down the hall following the sounds of Ashley sobbing. She's in your office. You look in and see her curled up with her legs pulled to her chest on a chair looking at your computer. Tears streak her face. "Ash, what's going on?"

She looks up and turns to you. Her face scrunches up into a look of disgusted anger. "It was you! You let this happen!"

You're caught totally off guard. What does she think you let happen? "Babygirl-"

She cuts you off. "You went to my computer and gave him my photos."

Oh fuck. "B-but he was blackmailing me, Ashley. I didn't-"

"You had a choice! He sent us the chatlogs. It was your decision. He sent me everything. The spanking, your choice. Giving Paul a handjob, your idea. You sent me to the strip club and...and watched me get drunk and d-debase myself!" She gives a big sniffle and stands up. The anger in her face turns to sorrow as she starts to sob. She looks you straight in the eye. "You went back to the gloryhole knowing I'd be in the booth. You chose to fuck me like an anonymous whore through the wall."

You place a hand on her naked shoulder to comfort her but she shrugs it off. "Ash, I'm so sorry. I-I- was trapped between my life being ruined and..."

"I don't care. You had your chance to make choices for me," she scowls, "now it's my turn." She storms past you, into her bedroom and slams the door.

You're shellshocked. Instead of going after her to provide comfort you sit in the chair and look at the computer. She has multiple files open. Front and center is a video of her room which clearly shows you sitting at her computer. You click play and watch yourself going through her files until you find the "naughty" photos. You're embarrassed when you see yourself reach into your pants and start stroking to the photos and the video of Ashley breaking her hymen with a cucumber. It's humiliating when you see yourself take off your pants and are reminded that you were wearing her thong. The video ends when you pull the flashdrive out of her computer, stealing your daughter's intimate images. "Fuck me," you whisper under your breath.

You start looking through the other files. You find the chat log where you told the blackmailer very clearly: "I want to see the pictures and **** her." Your blood runs cold as you keep looking. There's the log where you tell her to go to the strip club, the one where you tell her to give Paul a handjob, the one where you order her to wear the butt plug to school, when you sent her back to the gloryhole, and so on - everything.

Finally, you get to the source, an email from the blackmailer addressed to both of you:

I was curious what would happen if I let the two of you off my leash. I had my suspicions that you'd end up fucking but part of me thought...no...hoped you'd be able to resist temptation. Yet here we are: Daddy's slut and her pervert father. Did you know, Ashley, that it never had to be like this? I asked your father if he'd like to involve you, that's true, but I gave him a choice. He decided he wanted you to join him in his misery. In case you don't believe me, I've attached documents showing every decision he's ever made on your behalf.

In fairness to your dear old Daddy, he didn't need to push you very hard. You rarely protested. In fact, I'm pretty sure your submissive nature craved being blackmailed into more and more humiliating situations. But, here we are at the end of our journey. Ashley, knowing what you know now, I place the fate of your father, and you, in your hands. You get to decide what I do with these last two pieces of ****. One is a photo that will likely cost him his job and marriage, but not the millions he's stolen. The other is a financial document that will send him to jail for, likely, two to three years but might not, depending on how forgiven your mother is of a financial transgression, end his marriage. Here are your options:

1) I submit both. Destroy his life. I keep all of his money. You come and be my submissive.
2) I destroy the photo but submit the document. I keep all of the money. He goes to jail and you'll be poor but you probably still have a mother and father. It also saves your mother the heartbreak of the affair. You go free and spend the next couple of years getting over your Daddy fetish.
3) I destroy the document but send the photo. He loses his wife and job but keeps half of the money he stole. I keep the other half. You submit to him and flee the country.
4) I destroy both documents. I take half of the money. Your mother comes home to a secretly wealthy husband and the sexual tension between the two of you. We wait and see what happens.
5) Make me a proposal.

I want you to take the day to think about your decision. Your father will go to work and leave you alone. If he doesn't, I send both documents. If he tries to run, I'll send both documents and everything I've included in this email to all of your family and friends plus the video of you two confessing love while having sex. You'll tell me your decision at 4 p.m. He'll come home at 5 p.m. to learn his fate.

I hope the two of you have a beautiful day.

And that's it. Your future us in Ashley's hands. You want to plead your case but you know you can't. Instead, you go to work and try your best to focus on your job. You run through some escape scenarios but they all end terribly. You could probably get away for a while but the new files of your time with Ashley would probably ruin her life. You decide to see it through. At 4:30 p.m. you start the drive home.