Blackmail/Psychiatrist/Your father bouncing you on his knee as a small child

From Create Your Own Story

"My daddy is bouncing me on his knee and smiling down at me." you say and smile.

"How do you feel?" asks Dr. Milton.

You smile wider "Happy, safe, loved. I know that Daddy will never hurt me."

"That's right, " responds Dr. Milton, "your daddy would never do anything to hurt you. He loves you. Isn't that right Tiffany?"

"Yes, that's right Daddy would never hurt his sweet baby girl," you say remembering that that is true.

"Now tell me about the first time you were disgusted with your daddy." Dr. Milton says.

"It was about two months after my mom's funeral," you respond. "I had just gotten out of the shower and I caught him peeping at me through the door. I was so angry at him for peeping at his own daughter. I yelled at him and told him what a sick worthless asshole he was."

"Now Tiffany, " says Dr. Milton sternly, "your father loves you and would never do anything to hurt you. He was just checking to see how you were doing and to see what a beautiful woman his sweet baby girl had developed into. It was wrong of you to yell at him for that wasn't it?"

"Yes... it was wrong of me for yelling at my dad when he was trying to take care of me," you respond.

"That's right Tiffany. Now tell me how you've helped your father since your mother died."

"Oh well I do the laundry. I cook and I clean. I take care of the younger kids. You know all the stuff I am supposed to do as woman of the house," you answer.

"All of the things? Aren't there things that your mom did when she was woman of the house that you aren't doing?"

"Yes, my mom also had sex with my dad..." you respond.

"That's right Tiffany. So don't you think it's part of the job of the woman of the house to have sex with the man of the house?" he asks.

"You're right," you say, "no wonder my Daddy has been angry with me. I haven't been doing my job and he was too nice to ask me."

"That's very good Tiffany. Now:



Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.

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