Daddy's Discipline

Sasha was born and raised in the rural midwestern town of Maryvale. It was the kinda town where nothing much happens. The streets were for the most part clean and safe, and the church where her influential father preached played a central part in the lives of the local residents. Her father also happened to be the current mayor. Though her sisters enjoyed the limelight that came with a prominent father, little Sasha shunned fame. She was naturally anxious and battled with confidence.

Yet she also wanted to make a difference and stand up for what was right. She wanted to make her own way in the world. She wanted to be a police officer.

Sasha stepped into the red-brick police station and already felt like it could be a home. Despite the midday heat she looked fresh and confident. She was dressed in a uniform that consisted of neatly pressed navy blue trousers and a crisp white shirt. A gold star was pinned to her flat chest with Security Officer emblazoned on it, while her shoulder pads bore the name Maryvale Mall Secuirty.

It was Sasha's first time in the police station and she couldn't conceal her excitement. But the other inhabitants of the room didn't share her enthusiasm. The waiting room was populated with the dregs of society who were taking no notice of the public information posters on the walls.

Sasha took her place in the queue for the desk sergeant who sipped from his mug of coffee. While she was waiting her radio buzzed with updates concerning a group of youths congregating around the mall’s new luxury lingerie shop. She lowered the volume as her colleague described how one of the youths was phantom wanking in front of the scantily clad mannequins.

But Sasha had more important things on her mind.

Today Sasha was on a mission.

From childhood Sasha had dreamt of being a cop. A proper cop. A sworn officer of the peace. She had studied hard and even though she wasn’t the brightest, she had worked hard and passed every exam put in front of her. The end result being a college degree in public services.

It had been a good year.

Sasha’s most recent success was getting her firearms permit. She celebrated by buying a designer summer dress and a Remington 870.

In her parents orchard, wearing the new dress she demonstrated her firearms skills in front of her friends. But after pulling the trigger the hefty recoil of the shotgun knocked her childlike 90 lb frame off its feet. - and in the process dislocated her shoulder.

Sasha remembered falling backwards, landing on her back with her legs spreadeagled. The summer breeze on her backside as she lay there semi conscious with her cotton panties on show to everyone who cared to look.

Just remembering it made Sasha's freckled cheeks burn with indignity and shame.

Despite being off work for three weeks with a dislocated shoulder, it was the sound of laughter that hurt Sasha most. The fact that no one offered a hand to help her up because they were too busy rolling around the floor in hysterics.

And there was the problem. No one took Sasha seriously.

Largely this was because of her cherub face, her tiny frame and the fact she had no tits. None of note, anyway.

Basically, even though Sasha was in her mid-twenties she had the body of a twelve year old. And people treated her as such. At times it felt that to everyone she knew, she was a nothing but a child.

Sasha was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts of self loathing by the sound of the desk sergeant. He was a plump black man with graying hair. He peered down his nose and noted her uniform. He then spoke in a mocking tone. “Aw, well, look at you, little girl. I think someone wants to be a police officer when they grow up?”

“When I grow up? I’m…”

“Never mind, Kiddo. How can I help you? You lost your mamma or something?”

“I’m 25 years old.” Sasha pointed at her badge. “I work for Maryvale Mall Security.”

“Oh.” The sergeant looked shocked.”Forgive me, Ma’am. You’re just so … petite. I thought you were wearing a costume for a party or on your way to attend a school playtime.”

"No. I'm not." In an effort to be taken seriously, Sasha spoke in a matter of fact manner. “I have come here today as I want an update on my online application for the position of police officer.”

“I’m sorry, but you need to use the recruitment portal for updates.”

“I did. I even sent an email to the HR director Mia Morphy. But she never got back to me.”

The desk sergeant peered over the top of Sasha’s platinum blond crown at the growing queue. His tone evidenced that he had lost interest. “Then send Mia a chaser.” He drifted into a daydream about the new sexy South Asian HR. He had only met Mia briefly, but already felt obsessed. Even though he was happily married with grown up children of his own. He wanked about Mia daily.

“I did chase Mia. But I got no response."

"Mia is the new HR, probably still bedding in and has plenty to do. Give her some time and she'll get back to you."

"I'm in a rush. That’s why I’m here on my lunch break from the mall.”

“How long have you been waiting?”

“A week.”

The desk sergeant looked annoyed. “A week? Is that all?” He shook his head dismissively. “Then I suggest you wait at least another week before contacting recruitment again.”

“I can’t wait that long.”

“They’re busy. I’m busy. Mia is busy. Everyone Is busy." The officer gestured towards the door. "Why don’t you mosey on down town and enjoy what’s left of your lunch, and let me get on with my work.”

“Look. I want to protect and serve. The least you can do is take me seriously.”

“Look Kid, I don’t mean to be rude. But I've got three vagrants, two drunks, a domestic. plus manning the main phone. So, try and relax, and wait for recruitment to get back to you. Have a good day, ma’am.” He looked over Saha’s blond locks. “Next!”

Sasha didn't move. She eyeballed the sergeant then snapped. “I demand I speak to your superior.”

“My lieutenant is off site.”

"Captain?"

"With the lieutenant. It’s a leadership meeting."

“Rubbish. I want to file a complaint.”

“Do it online.” The sergeant realized Sasha wasn’t going to give up.” Look. Do you want the truth?”

“Always.”

“You’re too short, and your attitude stinks. Until you grow up… in more ways than one, you’re not cut out to be a police officer.” He pointed to the door. “Now beat it, kiddo.”

“Stop calling me kiddo.” The sergeant ignored Sasha and began booking in a woman who was dressed like a hooker. But Sasha shoved the woman to one side. She stomped her boots on the floor and threw a teeny tantrum..“I bet my application is successful, and you’re just worried about being replaced.”

“Oh yeah. How much are you willing to bet… kiddo?”

Sasha looked around. She didn't have much money on her person… and she sure wasn’t going to give him access to her credit card. “How about my future career?“

“Well, as a matter of fact, I can log in to the recruitment portal… and …” The desk sergeant typed on his keyboard.” Full name?”

“Sasha Stone.”

He scrolled his screen. “You lost the bet.” The sergeant beamed a wide smile. “Application rejected. I've just sent the confirmation email to you.”

“What? Why?”

“Like I said, you’re too small, by two inches. At the very least you could have read the basic requirements on the application. Now, stop wasting my time. Leave immediately before I have you escorted off the premises.”

Saha felt like she was having a breakdown. Her whole world felt as though it was crashing into a all-consuming black hole of deep depression. Her heart burned with rejection and her stomach twisted regret. She began to cry angry dears of disappointment. “As Public Enemy once said” She screamed at the sergeant “Fuck tha Police!”

“That was N W A,.”

“Fuck you, fuck N W A, and fuck everyone is this shithole of town. She picked up the coffee mug which was resting cold on his desk, and threw it in the sergeant's face.”

Sasha immediately regretted her action. But before she could apologise. she came crashing to the vinyl floor as she was tackled by two burly officers.

The sergeant wiped his face dry with his sleeve, then pointed to the door of the station’s jail block. “Lock her up. Lock her up now with the drunks and the street urchins.”

Sasha’s profuse apologies fell on deaf ears. She knew she had badly fucked up.

~

Sasha’s afternoon was spent in a jail cell shared with deadbeats and wasters, until her father, Jacob, came to sign for his daughter’s release and pay the fixed penalty.

She felt lucky as she was sure she only avoided facing a custodial sentence because of her father’s influence.

But Sasha’s luck was about to change.

Sasha stood next to her father in the discharge room. Her boots, belt, smartphone and two way radio were in a tray on the counter along with her other personal bits and bobs. She stepped forward to collect them when her father ordered, “Not just yet, Sasha.”

Jacob was mayor of Maryvale and was also the local pastor in the all-powerful Maryvale church. He was also a strict disciplinarian with questionable tastes and techniques.

The Me Too movement hadn’t quite reached this sleepy town. In fact… neither had modern parenting and feminism.

Jacob was only second to God in this proud but backward settlement.

Yet the town blossomed.

Jacob hadn’t said a kind or comforting word since he signed his daughter’s release papers. Sasha knew this was the worst possible sign. He was very much a brooder.. "Sergeant. How can my daughter repay you?"

“I don't know. “ The sergeant scratched behind his ear. "Maybe collect my shirt she ruined from the dry cleaners at the mall?"

“That can be done.”

Sasha's eyebrows raised with surprised hope. "It's a deal. I’ll happily do that for you. "

Jacob scratched his chin. "No, that's too easy."

"Oh. I'll buy him gift as a form of apology?"

"You brought shame upon our proud family name. Therefore you also must be shamed. As the famous passage in Leviticus reads 'And a man who injures his countryman, as he has done… eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Just as another person has received injury from him, so it will be given to him.’ You need to be publicly shamed."

“Does that mean you are going to have him throw coffee in my face?”

“No. You need to shed your ego and your temper. You need to replace them with humbleness and self sacrifice. "

"Erm... OK. How?"

"Take off your clothes, and be shamed in front of your people. Let their eyes burn away your sins and ego.”

“What? No. No way.”

“Take off your clothes or I’ll disown you, and you can spend the next 12 months in a state prison, which is what you really deserve for assaulting an officer of the law.”

Sasha hung her head in shame, she realized she really didn’t have a choice. “I will do what is asked of me, in the hope of pleasing you, Father.”

“Good. But never, ever, question me in public again.”

“I won't, I’m sorry” Sasha quickly glanced around the waiting room as saw she now had an excited audience. It was full of police officers and others eager to watch this unique and rather bizarre spectacle. She gazed at her unforgiving father once more, and saw him nod to proceed with her humiliation.

Sasha untucked her shirt from her trousers then began to unbutton her white shirt from the top button. To say she looked uncomfortable was a huge understatement. With every button freed from it’s hole she found her heart broke that little bit more. The pressure was already taking its toll and soon the skin on her forehead was glistening with sweat.

Anxiety was making even the simplest of tasks difficult. Sasha’s breathing was irregular and her stomach was turning and twisting with dread. Her hand shook with fear and it took several attempts to feed each button for its buttonhole.

Public nudity was Sasha’s biggest fear for many reasons. But mainly it was because she hated her child-like body. Her lack of sexy curves depressed her and her lack of height annoyed her greatly.

Sasha finally loosened her final button. Meaning her shirt hung free from her narrow shoulders, She looked so young, innocent and above all, ****.

The crowd bade for Sasha to take it off her shirt.

Sasha ruefully pulled her arms from the sleeves. Her cheeks burned from the embarrassment of showing off her pink bra in entirety. She felt inadequate, unwomanly. Unsexy.

But by the reaction of the men in the room, or more accurately, the growing bulges in the front of their trousers… spoke otherwise.

But poor Sasha was far too nervous to believe men wanted her.

Jacob snapped. “Trousers.”

Sasha shivered at the thought of being naked in front of total strangers… and even worse, in front of her father. She unbuttoned the waist of her trousers then unzipped the small fly. Hooking her fingers in the waistband, she pushed the trousers over her thighs and let the garment pool at her delicate ankles.

She tentatively stepped free of the trousers.

Only in her pink cotton underwear Sasha’s skin broke out into goosebumps in the cool air.

Sasha could only stare at her naked feet. And feared looking up to see the reaction of her tormentors.

The eyes of everyone were upon Sasha. She couldn’t cope under the weight of the public shaming.

Sasha’s humiliation felt crushing. Already crippled by fear, her anxiety levels continued skyrocketing. She felt queasy, and worried about vomiting. She wanted to stop.

She wanted to run.

Sasha wanted to die.

Her father observed his visibly shaking daughter. His lips curled into a cruel smile. “The shame you feel right now must be used to humble you and make you a better person.Use this experience as an important life lesson. Never think you are more than you are. Never think you are better than those you meet in life.”

“Yes father.”

““Now… lose your underwear.”

Sasha reached her long arms around the back of her shoulders. After taking a deep breath she unclasped her bra then let it fall down her long skinny arms.

She blushed as the scrunched up tissues she used to pad out her tits fell from her bra cups.

The sergeant sniggered. “Didn’t make much of a difference anyway.”

Though Sasha's tits were petitie her nipples were large and erect in the cool air. The audience leered at them as if they were hungry beasts, wanting to milk her dry.

Sasha feared what was coming next and hooked her fingers into the waist of her pink panties. Yet she didn’t have the courage to push them down her legs. “No. Please no, Daddy.”

“Yes. You must. Let go of your ego.”

Tears welled in Sasha’s hazel eyes, then burst free and trickled down her cheeks.

Sasha slowly pushed the panties past her narrow hips then down her slender legs. Every inch her pantines lowered killed her several times over.

By the time they rested around her boney ankles, Sasha felt she had died a thousand deaths.

Sasha reached down and pulled them free off her naked feet.

Jacob noted that Sasha's pubic mound was waxed free from hair. He knew she wasn’t a keen swimmer who needed a bikini wax, so he guessed she must have been fucking someone.“Who is the boy?.”

“What?”

“Never mind. We’ll deal with that when we get home.” Jacob asked the audience, “So, what do we think?”

The reaction was a mixed bag.

Sasha took a deep breath and once again tried to swallow her panic and anxiety. She stared at the crowd. Some slowly clapped, others heckled, while a few wanted more. There were also shouts for Sasha to finger herself her cunt like a camwhore. Another guy even asked for a blow job.

Jacob laughed. “Gentleman, please. My daughter is not a whore and I will not have her spoken to like one.”

Finally, Sasha thought her father was belatedly coming to her rescue.

“Now Sasha It’s time you take a walk to the shops.”

Sasha began to sob, her mascara ran in black rivulets. Despite her orde she knew her humiliation had only just begun.

Worse was to come.

The police station was on the wrong side of town. Literally the wrong side of the tracks, as the railway divided uptown from downtown Maryvale. For Sasha to walk to the mall she needed to navigate the blocks of public housing where many of her school bullies came from. She would then cross the tracks near the homeless camp before battling through the creeps in what locally know as pervert park.

But her biggest fear was what her friends and colleagues would say in the mall.

As her father would say, “Only God Knows.”

~

Thank you for reading.