by Writing Shark
Your family is ready for your new reign
You and your daughter don’t have to wait long. Not even two more days can Gemma stand it.
“Why are you doing this?” she asks, at first almost too quietly for anyone to hear, then, at your demand, louder, with more energy.
You are about to give Alice a bubble bath in your upper bathroom for her excellent behavior this day. Unbeknownst to Gemma and even Hellen she swallowed you almost completely for almost ten Seconds and you emptied yourself in her quivering mouth. After that your daughter has wished to pose for you ‘wet and ready for the day my daddy makes me his little girl’, as she called it, a compensation for not being able to disappear today in your love nest on the outskirts of the city. But Gemma has other plans.
Hellen is too intimidated to shut her up, and Alice is also looking at you expectantly as you turn from the landing of the stairs.
“What did you say?” you ask icily but, as you hoped, it’s just too much for Gemma. For more than a week, the poor girl had to watch you shower Alice with affection and attention while she went empty. She didn’t understand that her mother felt the same way, even though Hellen tried to explain it to the naive girl.
‘Your father and sister have a special bond’ she had said but Gemma hadn’t understood. ‘We do have each other though.’ But your look made Hellen pull away from her little princess and now the frustration and insecurity of your 18 year old daughter burst out of her, especially since she seemed to came to terms with the realisation that her mother couldn’t provide a single thing she needs in her life.
“Why do you like Alice better than me?” She already understood that and you respect her for it, but she’s defying you and you wouldn’t even let Alice get away with that. Gemma looks at you with reddened eyes, puffed cheeks, and clenched fists, fighting the urge to immediately apologize to you for her behavior. Perfect for you.
“Gemma your behavior is inappropriate,” you say softly with the authority of a family father who knows best.
“But I didn’t do anything” protests your youngest daughter. “And Alice…”
“I’m just his favorite child” Alice shouts out. You can understand your muffin. She wants to finally have sex with you, to show you her appreciation. Gemma is no help there. But you shut her up and Alice presses her lips together.
“Is that true?” asks Gemma who already knows the truth. She has arrived in your world.
You nod icily. You’re doing this for her own good. Hellen is quiet, not strong enough to come to the aid of her favorite child. This makes you angry and your wife knows it, defying you but at the same time being weak. It’s too late to apologize.
“Why?” asks Gemma in a shaky voice. You don’t hesitate.
“Because Alice is a perfect, faithfully, devoted daughter to me.” It’s simple.
“So am I!” exclaims Gemma, her voice brittle and anxious, not caring about her mother anymore. She is out on the open sea, at night, the weather stormy, and all she can do is yell at the shark. But there’s no blood in the water. Yet.
“Not like your sister” you say, and Gemma catches her breath.
“It’s my fault” Hellen confesses quietly and lowers her eyes. Everyone sits at the table except you, you stand in the room. But everyone is looking at you except Hellen. “Gemma honey it’s my failt.” Her voice is equally quiet and sulking. Unlike her daughter, she knows the shark can do anything he wants to her. She’s in his element. Every girl in your house is. And you’re hungry.
“But mom…” Hellen looks at Gemma seriously.
“No honey. Stop turning to me for advice. Your father is the one who raised you, who made you who you are now, and it’s time you understood who you have to be grateful to.” That hit home and certainly you won’t be spanking your wife as hard today as you had planned next time. But Gemma, unfortunately, isn’t ready yet.
“But we’re family!” she cries and sees she has only one way out. “And dad certainly doesn’t know it all!” She points at you. “You’re unfair! And mean!” Then she points at Alice. “And you’re mean!” And then to Hellen. “And you’re his wife! You have to do something when he treats me mean.” Then she turns back to you. “And you…”
Then she realizes she made a dumb mistake when she has to lift her head to look at you. You stand very close to her and her face turns chalky as Gemma understands. Too late.
Before she can say anything, you grab her and lift her effortlessly off the ground. Her eyes widen, her mouth is stupidly open as you lift her up and the tip of her nose almost touches yours. You just stare at her and her mouth moves, but no sound comes out of. Her throat is tight as she stares into your dark eyes.
“Apologize,” you say coldly.
“I’m sorry” Gemma babbles immediately. This was her fight and she lost.
“Again.”
“Please forgive me father.” Your youngest daughter looks at you stunned and you feel the trembling of her body while her feet dangle helplessly at your knees.
You have raised your family well, all your girls. You will take care of Hellen after you visit Alice in the bathtub. But now…
“That’s not enough for me” you say and Gemma gets tears in her eyes. Then she squeals like a guinea pig that has seen a bad wolf. But you don’t hunt in packs. You’re a shark, hunting alone, and that’s fine.
You look around the room. Hellen looks down like a helpless child, Alice stares at you, worried, but you see the love in her eyes. She knows that from today she doesn’t have to hide anymore.
“It looks like I have to remind my family what the dynamics are like in my house” you speculate. No one says anything and all you hear is your princesses rapid, shallow, panicked breathing. “Into the living room.”
Hellen and Alice literally leap to their feet and dash out of the kitchen. You put Gemma rudely on her feet and drag her effortlessly behind the other women.
In the living room, you have the other girls line up in front of the big sofa. Alice leers at her mother and imitates her submissive posture, hands in front of her lap, head lowered, eyes turned to you, feet clenched together. You are proud of her. She deserves to come today.
And by reminding Gemma of her place, and by doing the same for Hellen, you make sure that all your girls will have a good future.
You sit down on the sofa. Gemma, eyes moist, trembling, watches you.
“Come here” you say. And she obeys.
Writing Shark 