The Punishment Dress

Claire was walking home from school feeling sad. She used to enjoy school but had been struggling since her mum died 3 months ago. Her school grades had become worse and she was glad that it was now a week's holiday so that she could spend time with her father.

But her father was making other plans. He watched his beautiful 16 year old daughter as she walked through the front gate. He had plans for this beautiful brunette who was was a bit of a brat. Of course she was grieving for her mother but he'd never really loved her mother just marrying for her money. Now she was dead and he had to look after their daughter. He gave her a hug as she came in the door, her slender body feeling so delicate under her school uniform.

"Good day at school?" Her Dad asked.

"It's been difficult Dad" she said looking at him with her dazzling green eyes. She had a soft beautiful little face and her brown hair shone in its curls that came down round her shoulders.

"Well you have a week's holiday now so we'll spend some quality time together."

She was happy to hear him say that, she knew she had been difficult recently and her father had been distant.

"Can I have a quick shower?" she asked. "I feel so yucky it's been so hot today."

"Of course" her Dad replied. His daughter was already obsessed with being clean and hated any dirt or bad smells.

"I think you need another one too Dad." She wrinkled her nose slightly at him.

Her Dad smiled; she definitely wasn't going to enjoy the punishment he planned for tomorrow.

After dinner and a movie that evening they went to bed. Her Dad had thought about starting his plans straight away but had decided it would be more fun to start off with an entire day.

He woke her at 8 the next morning wearing his cream colored silk pyjamas. She looked surprised when she saw the time on the clock. She still  had a very girly room; she lay on the bed in a thin purple nightie surrounded by soft toys. 'Light came though a big window which her Dad had just opened, it was going to be a very hot day.

"You might think I'm waking you too early but I've got plans for you today. I've decided you need to be disciplined."

Claire looked surprised. What had she done? She opened her mouth to speak but he put a finger to her lips.

"Shhh darling this is important. I think you have become spoilt and a brat, you always want your own way, you always want to look pretty and have nice things. Well I'm going to teach you to appreciate me and all I do for you.

"I do Dad" she interrupted feeling upset at his words.

"Quite he said forcefully and she quailed at his tone. Was he going to spank her?

"Now get out of bed." She stood up as her Dad picked up a package off the floor "You inspired me in how I could teach you a lesson of humility. Do you remember when we went shopping last Thursday?" Claire remembered they had gone to the shopping centre after work because she had torn her school skirt. After getting a new one she had seen a beautiful purple dress in a shop window. She had asked if she could have it and had shouted at him when he said no. Her Dad was angry that she'd embarrassed him in public.

She apologized again. "I'm sorry Dad I just liked the dress and I like to look beautiful and I was upset that day...."

"Shhh Claire I decided to get you a new dress one with purple on it as I know it's your favourite color." Claire looked excited she loved new things.

"You'll look pretty in this her Dad said pulling a black dress out of the package. Claire had never seen anything like it before.

"It's made of latex" her Dad explained "which is a wonderful material for making girls pretty, although it will also be uncomfortable to wear. You have to learn to appreciate what you've got and not embarrass me in shopping centres. Now sit down I need to help you to put this on."

She sat down and was surprised as he rubbed talcum powder on her bare legs.

"It makes it easier to put on he explained as he wriggled a black latex stocking up her leg then smoothed it out. They reached almost to her bottom and she felt uncomfortable at her Dad's touch but didn't want to complain and make him angry.

He did the same to her other leg then pulled her to her feet. He laughed at the sight he saw. She wore harsh black latex leggings contrasting with a soft purple nightie. He made her lift her arms up and pulled the nightie off. She had her back to him as he put the dress on. Her arms wriggled through with the sleeves coming to just above the elbow. It had a zipper at the back and she had to breathe in as he pulled it up to where it formed a turtle neck at the top. There was a small click and Claire was startled to realise she was trapped in this weird dress. He then put some elbow length fingerless latex gloves on her.

Her Dad steered her to the full length mirror on her bedroom wall and she recoiled back into his arms. The dress hugged her body tightly and she was shocked and embarrassed to see her body and legs so weirdly exposed whilst wearing clothes. They were so tight she could see every part of her shape. She was a self concious girl and her  this dress made her modest breasts and curves stand out in a way that disgusted her..

What was worst for her as she was a shy girl and one of the favourite things for her Dad was how the dress left her knickers exposed. It had two purple stripes to the sides and as it got to the bottom it flared out to a skirt which was shoulder width with a purple band around the hem. But it was only long enough to fall half way down her bottom.

Her Dad laughed as she tried to tug the dress down and her face became red with embarrassment. She still wore her pink knickers, her last piece of innocence clashing with her latex dress. Her Dad put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her face in the mirror.

"Please Dad, I don't like this" she said.

But her Dad just moved his hands to her waist, pulled her pink knickers down slightly then let them drop. Claire's hands immediately covered her privates and Her Dad held up some black latex knickers. She nodded her head reluctantly and put them on. She then held on to her Dad's shoulder for support as he put her feet into black shoes with 3 inch heels.

He stood back up and Claire was looking at the mirror in horror. It was a joke of a dress, the skirt section was so short it drew more attention to her knickers. It would have been better if she'd had no skirt section at all.

"You always wanted to be treated more like a grown up so now you have heels. This dress will make you appreciate all of the luxuries I give you and you will wear it until I decide you can take it off. Understood!"

"Yes Dad." Claire already felt uncomfortable in the dress and hoped she wouldn't have to wear it for long. She was also starting to feel hot in it.

"One other thing, I'm tired of you're fussiness with food and I think you are too concerned with your appearance." He took out a purple corset.

"Breath in" he said and Claire gasped as he laced it up tight. She found it hard to breath and she looked with pleading at her Dad who just smiled. couldn't believe how much it restricted her.

"They're you go, very pretty; you'll have to be careful not to get short of breath when wearing this though. I'm going to make you do lots of work so I guess you'll have to save your breath by quitting your bratty complaining.

"Claire tugged a bit at the corset but it stayed tight. Why was her Dad doing this? Had she really been that bad? She felt guilty. "Now my first job for you is to get a towel from the cupboard. I then want you to stand in the bathroom waiting for me. Holding the towel in front of you with both arms. If you don't do as I say or if I think at anytime that you've disobeyed my instructions you're punishment will be increased. I've installed some extra cameras so that I know if you've obeyed me. Understood!"

Claire nodded meekly and her Dad found the worried look on her face incredibly sexy. "Go. I'll be there when I'm ready."

He picked up a book and read for thirty minutes. He loved the power he had over her and smiled to think of her stood in the bathroom like some mindless piece of furniture with nothing to do but wait. When he went to the bathroom she looked irritated but he ignored her.

"Dad..."

"Not a word he said sternly "You speak when you have permission."

Her Dad took a long shower and Claire stood there feeling jealous. She already wanted to be out of this horrid dress. It was so tight and uncomfortable that she thought about what she was wearing constantly. It was also very hot and she hoped her Dad would let her change before the day got hotter.

Her Dad got out of the shower took the towel from her outstretched arms then walked out, leaving her stood there without saying a word. She couldn't understand why he was treating her like a towel rack and not his daughter. She felt worthless and waited another 20 minutes until her Dad called.

"Claire come down and make us breakfast." Her Dad watched his daughter walk down the stairs so sexy with the clothes hugging her like a 2nd skin. Whilst he was sat at the table comfortable in shorts and a t-shirt. Claire served breakfast then sat down and other than her dress it could have been like any normal breakfast. Her Dad asked about her friends and what she'd been up to in the week. Claire found it weird him talking normally whilst she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She was trying to find some relief from the tight clothes and trapped heat.

"Right Claire I'm going to make you work hard, you will keep the punishment dress on as it shows you're privileged and rich whilst also showing you're in servitude."

Claire nodded, she never thought she was spoilt. But she didn't want to get any more punishment by disobeying. She did as her Dad instructed her, first cleaning the kitchen. She felt uncomfortable as she knew he watched her. She moved awkwardly, it was difficult to bend down with the corset on and the leggings made it harder to bend her knees. Her Dad watched his daughter with lust, loving her discomfort and how she was heavily sweating. She looked more beautiful than he had imagined in the latex dress.

She looked at him and he sniffed the air with an evil grin. She hated bad smells and she was already stinking of latex and sweat. As he sniffed she started to cry.

"Please Dad, I've learnt my lesson, please let me have a shower and put my normal clothes on."

"No!" Her Dad shouted with fake anger and Claire shrank back. He grabbed her hand and dragged her quickly into the back garden. Claire struggled to keep up with him on her heels and the corset meant she was out of breath even just from covering the short distance.

"I told you not to question me, or disobey me!" Claire was in tears as he picked up a washing line and tied her to a post that came just up to just below her shoulder blades. He then tied wires to her wrists stretching one arm out to a fence post and the other to part of the conservatory. Her Dad then fetched some wet clothes from the house; he hung clothes on the line but put underwear on Clair's arms and shoulders.

"They need to dry" he explained. "You're my human clothesline; you can stand here and think of all the washing you create. Maybe next time you'll remember this when you want to change clothes 3 times a day."

Her Dad put sun cream on the little skin that was exposed on his daughter and then went to sit on a reclining chair a few metres away. He lay back to enjoy the sun but for Claire the sun was torture. She was standing there on a hot June day sweating endlessly. This punishment dress was too much for her to bear and she moaned quietly to herself.

It was 4 oclock as she had cleaned most of the day and her arms and feet already hurt, she shifted her weight but it did little good. She had little relief except for the occasional drink her Dad brought her. Other than that he treated her like garden furniture. He'd feel the clothes drying on her and just say "Not done yet." As if talking to himself. He didn't talk to her.

She felt so much shame in this humiliating punishment dress; he didn't even treat her like his daughter but just as another garden object. It was heartbreaking. She wanted to beg him to untie her but she now feared him.

He didn't say a word to Claire. He just watched her as he read his book wondering how she could stand the heat as he was so hot himself. He wouldn't be able to stand the latex on a day like this. But of course she had no choice. Claire felt like she was being slowly cooked in the oven and the smell made her want to be sick. She couldn't bear to think that the smell came from her.

After 2 and a half hours he decided she'd had enough. He got up and her drooping head lifted in hope. But first he went upstairs to run the bath. He then came down and untied her, she collapsed into his arms sobbing with relief. Her arms and legs on fire from being tied.

"There there my little clothesline, you've done well. Let's give you a nice bath. Claire now reeked of sweat and latex. She was desperate to be clean.

In the bathroom Claire's arms were still numb so her Dad helped her to undress which was difficult as her skin was so hot and clammy. Her chest heaved in relief when the corset came off but she got embarrassed again when she was naked. She moved her hand to cover her vagina and breasts but her Dad grabbed it.

"Would you prefer it was covered in latex again my little clothesline" he liked the new nickname.

She shook her head fearfully. Her Dad put light handcuffs on her wrist as he had one more surprise for her in the bath. He picked her up, it was a deep wide bath and he dropped her in from just above the water. Claire screamed in shock the water was freezing. She sat up but couldn't push herself out. All day her body had been hot now her Dad smiled as he took her to the other extreme. Claire was sobbing for breath then shrieked as her Dad poured a large bucket of ice in.

"Ice baths are good for the muscles after they've been under a lot of strain." He said.

Claire was shivering so Her Dad grabbed the soap and put his hands in. But the water numbed his hands quickly. He took them out to put on wet suit gloves and then scrubbed her down.

Claire's teeth were chattering and she was hoping he'd hurry. When he had finished he lifted her out and wrapped her in a warm towel. She put her head against his chest needing some comfort after such a hard day and he hugged her.

"Better get to bed I've got a lot more planned for you tomorrow." Claire looked at him in horror.

"Dad please..."

"No Claire I've made my decision. Now get into bed and I want you sleeping naked tonight. Claire nodded her head sadly. Her Dad came into his daughter's room when she was in bed with the punishment dress.

"I'll put this in your wardrobe ready for the morning," he kissed Claire on her forhead. "goodnight."

Clare laid there wishing she could chuck away that horrible dress. But she couldn't. She just had to lie there and she could smell it. A horribly strong smell coming from her cupboard which she couldn't escape.