It wasn't that she was scared of her step-father. Anything but! She was actually very attracted to him and this was her problem. She found it hard to be in a room with him because her hormones raged and she found herself getting very aroused just by the sight of him. It had become increasingly difficult for her to hold a conversation with him without, afterwards, wanting to slide her hand down between her legs, close her eyes and make herself cum. So, for now, she felt it was much better to just avoid confrontation with him for any reason. She shut the door, locked it, and walked through the dark house to the kitchen. She fetched herself a glass and was just filling it with water when the light snapped on. 'What time do you call this??' Her step-father's deep voice filled the room. Sighing Amanda put the glass on the counter before she turned to face him. 'I'm sorry Steve, I just lost track of the time. I had no idea it was as late as it is till just now.' She crossed her fingers behind her back, hoping the lie would be a good enough excuse. She watched him, wide eyed, as he approaches. 'I don't know how many times I have to tell you to be home on time. I have enough to do without sitting here worrying as to where you are, worrying if your OK or if something has happened to you.' He said as he stood towering over her. Amanda felt her body tingle as it responded to his husky voice. She sighed deeply, trying to think of something else to say that might diffuse the situation. 'Don't you sigh to me girl.' His hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. 'I never thought I would never find myself in a position when I would have to punish you again, but seriously you leave me with no choice!' Amanda pulled back in shock. She was 18 for heavens sake, she was way too old to be punished. She glared up at him, all arousal forgotten in her anger. 'Don't you DARE threaten me with that Steve! Your days of punishing me are well and truly over!!' His fingers tightened round her wrist. 'Don't push me Amanda. I'm at the end of my tether with you and I have no idea what else to do,' came his response. She tried again to pull her wrist from his grasp but it was obvious he wasn't going to release his grip. She knew better than to raise her voice to him but she was so angry she just didn't think. 'Let me go!' she yelled at him. He didn't even bother to respond. He just turned and walked out of the kitchen, pulling Amanda along in his wake.