Leah had turned in to a real bitch, my husband had enough and found a way to sort her attitude out once and for all. And it worked.
My 14 year old daughter, Leah, had turned in to a right bitch, she used to be very well behaved, polite, never answered back, and do as she was told, but since she hit puberty and got with a new crowd of friends, she’s just not been the same, I don’t recognise her anymore, and she’s has been pissing me and her father off no end with her disrespectful attitude toward us.
Last night she came home, at close to midnight, long past her curfew, dressed in what I can only describe as a slut outfit, tiny skirt with the bottom of her ass showing, a skimpy tight very low cut tank top with her breasts practically on show, her face caked in makeup, and I could smell weed and alcohol on her, she stank to high heaven of it.
“Where the hell of you been, we’ve been worried sick, do you have any idea what time it is?” her father snapped.
She sniggered, and let out a snorting laugh, “Jeesh! – chill the fuck out, dad.” She replied.
“Don’t you swear in this house young lady.” I shouted.
“And what are you wearing? – You look like a tramp. Have you been drinking?!? I can smell it all over you.” her asked her.
“So what if I have. Mind your own fucking business.” She replied.
“It is my business, you’re 14 years old, and you shouldn’t be drinking. Look at the state of you, you’re a mess.” he said.
She started to get cocky and wave her hand, like she was shooing him away, “Whatever, dad. Go sit down and shut up.” She said.
“Don’t you speak to your father that way.” I said, wading in.
“Well he shouldn’t be speaking to me like that. He’s a right dickhead.” She replied.
I became enraged at her language and behaviour and stormed towards her and grabbed her arm, “How dare you….” I was talking, then Leah took a swing at me and hit me with the back of her arm, causing me to fall to the floor.
“Clumsy cow.” Leah laughed.
“Get upstairs – NOW!” her father shouted at the top of his lungs, as he helped me to my feet.
After sitting me down on the sofa and making sure I was okay, he headed out of the front room, stopping at the door briefly and telling me, “Leah had gone too far this time, we’d put up with her behaviour and disgraceful attitude for months, I’m putting an end to this tonight. No matter what you hear in the next few minutes, you stay down here.” he said, then he headed up the stairs and I heard a door slam shut.
A few minutes went by and I started to hear a lot of shouting, yelling and screaming, so I went upstairs to see what was going on and try to calm them both down, otherwise they’d be screaming at each other all night.
I opened her bedroom door and stepped inside, I was both shocked and horrified at what I saw, he had her pinned down on her bed, he was on top of her, with his jeans around his ankles, and he was fucking her.
“Mom, stop him, please!” Leah begged, when she saw me come in to her room.
I looked at her father, who stopped and looked back at me, “She needs to learn some respect. And if she wants to dress like a little slut, then I’m going to treat her like one.” He said.
“Please – Mom!” she begged.
I looked at her, as a mother I didn’t want to see my little girl get hurt, but she hasn’t treated me like her mother in months, she did need to be taught a lesson, and if her father thought this was the way to do it, then I was with him all the way, maybe this is what she deserved, I looked at him, “Do it.” I said.
“No – No, mom, pleeeease.” She begged and cried.
I stood by the door and watched my husband rape our daughter on her bed, he sat up to fuck her, holding on to her legs, and I watch him thrust his big cock in and out of her, pounding her pussy very hard and aggressively.
Eventually she stopped screaming and crying, and was just lying there huffing and gasping as her father fucked her.
He finished and let out a long deep groan as he ejaculated inside of her, “Oooaaarrh!”
When he got off her, her got off the bed and pulled up his jeans, Leah quietly rolled on to her side, with her hands between her legs, facing away from us and sobbing, “Come on love, let’s go.” He said, and we walked out of her room and went back downstairs.
A few hours later Leah came downstairs, she had changed in to her pyjamas, scrubbed all the makeup off her face, she looked like our little girl again, “Mom… Dad.” She said.
“I don’t want to hear it.” Her father snapped.
“No – I …. I want to apologise.” She said.
“Okay.” I said.
“I’ve been really horrible to you both, and I’m really-really sorry…” she said, then she started to cry with her head facing the floor, “… I’m so sorry for hitting you, mom. Please forgive me. I love you both so much. Please don’t hate me.” She sobbed.
She sounded very sincere, “Come here, baby.” I said, holding out my arms, she walked over, I pulled her on to the sofa and her father and I gave her a big hug.
It seemed what her father did to her upstairs had a positive effect on her, she is our little girl again, and she hasn’t swore and misbehaved since that night.