Diane sat up, reached for a robe to cover her nakedness, and tried to speak to him, tried to say something to calm him.

And then he looked at her face and his own seemed to become distorted with loathing for her. "You must be punished, Diane. I must punish you for the terrible sin you have committed." He turned and left the room.

Diane was slipping her panties up her legs when he returned. To her horror, he was carrying a whip.

His face, now red with anger, told her that she couldn't protest and that she would have to suffer whatever punishment he had decided for her.

"I want you to lie over your bed," he hissed. "I'm going to whip you. What I caught you doing was something so horrible that I have no alternative!" His voice rose as the girl lay meekly over the edge of the bed. He stepped to her side and, lifting the whip, he struck her with savage force across her ass cheeks, protected only by her flimsy panties.

"Ohhhh!" Diane cried. "Oh, noooo, please, Daddy, please!"

As she cried out in agony, he hit her again. Her screams filled the room, but her father was now blind with rage. He lifted the whip and struck her a third time.

The white panties were suddenly stained with blood and the sight of it inflamed him still more.

He suddenly stopped beating her and flipped her quivering body over onto her back. He stared at her through hazy, lust-filled eyes. Drool dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he looked down at her sobbing face and swollen eyes.

She reached up in a pathetic effort to defend her face and titties. He suddenly placed his knee between her legs and began to fondle her tits. With inflamed, bloodshot eyes he moved his hands roughly down her body.

There was a look of terror in Diane's eyes as she expected him to strike her tits and cunt, but instead he roughly forced his fingers between the furrow of her pussy.