It was twelve-fifteen when I arrived home that night. Daddy was livid, sitting in his recliner when I walked in the door. I smiled to myself knowing that he probably wouldn’t do anything about it but bitch a little. Boy, was I wrong.
“Lorine, get in here.” he bellowed and I knew by his red face and the vein standing out on his temple that he meant business. ” I am sick and tired of your disobedience and disrespect and it’s time you learned a lesson.” He stood up, pulled off his belt, and motioned to his recliner arm. I knew then that I was in for it and that my ass was done for.
“Drop those britches.” he ordered. I squirmed out of my skin tight jeans, revealing a tiny pair of black lacy panties. G-Strings, barely there, that revealed my plump ass cheeks and barely concealed my freshly waxed pussy. I could feel the creamy wet spot where my lover had gushed cum deep inside me just an hour ago. Now, thanks to my disobedience, Daddy/daughter phone sex discipline awaited me.
“Please, Daddy, NO.” I tried to get out of my spanking by begging my incensed father. That just made him madder. The belt came down hard on my ass cheeks and I slithered to the floor. “Fine.” he said, jerking me to my feet. “You wanna fight me, I’ll make it worse.” Daddy sat down in the recliner and yanked me roughly across his lap, locking his hand across my back, squishing my ripe young titties into his far thigh. This was the most violent spanking that I could imagine!!! I could feel the edge of my pubic bone against his other thigh and I prayed that my lovers cum did not leak unto him.
His hand came down hard, sharply cracking, over and over. Daddy’s frustration with his naughty girl erupted full force as his hand bruised my muscular ass. I could hear Daddy breathing hard and I realize that a massive erection was poking into my side. This made me horny and I found myself rocking on Daddy’s lap, pressing my pussy into his leg with each spank. I am so darned submissive!!!
Daddy began to ease up a bit and rub my fiery bottom. I felt his soothing hand rubbing, his thumb barely grazing the edge of my pussy lips. I felt myself began to climax and squirm just as Daddy began to shudder, too.
I’m a good girl now, well, most of the time. If not, Daddy is there ready & willing to bust my firm bottom like good Dad should. I find myself wanting to ask my BF to spank me too, but that’s a story for another day. Come on, Daddy, your bad girl needs punishment. Wouldn’t you like to apply the paddle, crop, or the hand?
