Sometimes, I feel as if I don't belong in my family. I am the youngest of five. I am so different from all my siblings. Melinda and Greg are twenty seven. They have always been inseparable. They went to the same college, both became high school teachers, and have even bought a house together to fix up and sell. Amanda is 25 and is well on her way to becoming a doctor. Michael is closest to me at 22 in age but that all that we have in common. He is intent on becoming a hotshot lawyer someday. They are all overachievers and have goals that they are set on achieving.
In contrast to them, I am more content to hang out with my friends and slack off. That is why I am bringing home the report card right now that will tell my parents that I have to do another year of high school. When I get home, my father is the only one home. I silently hand it to him. He reads it, and then without a word he leaves the house. My parents have never been too strict but I at least expected him to yell a little bit or tell me he was disappointed in me. But I got nothing. I didn't let it bother me though. I went up to my room and I dress in my usual slutty attire. Today I have chosen a short denim skirt, a tight fitting t-shirt that leaves little to the imagination, a black thong, no bra, and a pair of heeled sandals. I then leave the house before my father has returned. I only give him a fleeting thought as I call my best friend and we go out to meet our friends at the year end party being thrown at one of our classmate's homes. We party a better part of the day and into the evening away and I ignore multiple calls I get on my cell.
When I finally make it home, it is well after on in the morning, early for me. Imagine my surprise to find my father on the couch waiting for me. I am a more than a little tipsy at this point but when I look into his eyes I know that he is really angry.
"Jessica, sit down. We need to talk." Without a word, I sit down across from him.
"You have really disappointed your mother and me. I cannot believe that you have to go back to school. Luckily, your principal has been nice enough to allow you to only go the first semester of school next year in order to make up for the credits that you have missed. You will be enrolled for that semester and I will be making sure that you finish whatever needs to be done." I nod as he tells me this.
"Your mother and I have been very lenient on you, but that ends now. I hope you enjoyed that party you were at tonight because it is the last you will attend for a long time. You will get a job and be responsible young lady this summer. You will be punished for any misdeeds. We are not playing around young lady. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes what, young lady?"
"Yes Sir."
"Now, as for your punishment for leaving and ignoring my calls all night, get over here and bend over my leg I will be administering your punishment here and now."
But Daddy, you can't spank me. I am eighteen!"
"I am your father and I will do what is necessary to teach you to be respectful and act like a young lady should."
The only time I ever remember him spanking me is when he caught my friend and me stealing some gum from the convenience store down the road. I could not believe he was serious but, by the angry tone in his voice I know that I better not test him. Resigned I walk over and bend so I am lying over his lap. My father pulls up my skirt, and he spanks me for what seems like an eternity. Tears are rolling down my cheeks, but at the same time I realize that I am incredibly wet. I dismiss this as I have just had too much to drink. My pussy should not have a reaction like this to m father spanking me. Finally, he relents. He fixes my skirt and tells me to stand before him.
"You will be up at 7:30 tomorrow morning. We will go out and you are going to apply for any job out there and you will continue looking until you are employed and making some kind of money. Now, go to bed. I will be in in the morning to wake you."
I turn and go to my room. There are so many emotions running through my head. I cannot believe he spanked me, and why is my pussy wet? This cannot b normal. Why do I have to get a job? This was supposed to be a great summer and now it looks like I am going to be a prisoner in my own home. I go to sleep with these conflicting feelings. Anger, hurt, lust all weave their way into my dreams.
I am there again, on Daddy's lap, he is spanking me but when he is done, he holds me there, his hand rubbing my bottom that he just spanked. His had finds its way in between my legs. Just as he is sliding my panties to the side, I am awakened by my father shaking me.
"Jessica, it is 7:30, time to get up."
"Yes Daddy. I am going to take a shower and be down."
"I want you to dress appropriately. None of your normal attire. I want everything that should be covered, covered.
He only leaves after I have sat up and am rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. As he closes my bedroom door, my dream comes back to mind and I feel my face flush. I put it out of my mind and go take a shower. After my shower I get out my most responsible outfit. I really don't have a lot that covers what my father wants me to have covered. I dig out an outfit that my mom bought me that I have never even worn. To be honest, it is not my style but it will serve its purpose today.
We are out of the house by nine and we spend all morning and a better part of the afternoon with my applying for jobs. My father doesn't say much to me the whole day. We stop and have lunch but even then it is hard to even get him to engage in small talk. After I have put my application in to every place possible, we return to the house. I go to my room and change my clothes and we go about the day.
"Daddy, since I don't have a job yet can I go out tonight?" I ask figuring I know what his answer will be.
"No, you may not. I told you last night that you will be spending all your evenings in until further notice." he says sternly.
Rather than throw the tantrum that I want to, I just nod and go to my room. For the next few days I play the good girl he wants me to be. By the end of the week I get a call for a job in one of the stores that I actually frequent. Despite the fact that I am angry he is making me work all summer, I am happy that at least it is in the mall, and it is a store that would not embarrass me to be working at... The beginning of the following week, I start my new job. I go about this routine for a couple weeks. I get up every morning and am dressed by 7:30. If I do not have to work I am given a list of chores to be completed in the house. My father is some kind of analyst and he works most of the time from home. So, he is always there to supervise me.
About two weeks after I begin working a group of my friends come into the store. They invite me to meet them for dinner before I head home. I willingly agree. I figure it will be ok. It is only an hour! I am so excited by the time I get out seeing as I have not hung out with my friends in nearly a month. After we have eaten, we are sitting there just chatting and they invite me out to a party. As much as I wish I could, I decline knowing I have pushed the boundaries enough today.
When I arrive home, my father is the only one home as usual. I start to go up to my room when I hear him.
"Jessica, please come in here!" He calls from the living room.
"Yes, Daddy?" I ask as I stand in front of him.
"Where have you been?"
In hindsight, I know that I probably should have told him the truth but I didn't.
"I had to stay late at the store. One of the girls called in and I stayed until her replacement got there."
"As a matter of fact, you did not. I was out at the mall and I thought that I would see if you wanted to meet for dinner since your mother will be in meetings until late tonight. So, imagine my surprise when your boss told me that she had sent you home already. So, why don't you tell me again where you were?"
"I just met a few of the girls for dinner Daddy. They invited me out to a party too, but I told them no."
"So, you lied to me about where you were and you expect me to be happy you didn't go to a party. You know the rules. You are not allowed to go anywhere without permission. You brought this upon yourself"
"I'm sorry."
"I know, but that doesn't change the fact that you must be punished does it?"
"No, Daddy."
"Well, Jessica, I believe that your punishment will be the same as last time. Come over here and lay over my lap."
Images of the last time he spanked me pop into my head as I lay across his lap. It is only when he raises my skirt do I remember that I had not worn any panties today.
"What is this???? You try to tell me that you only went to dinner with some girls and yet here you are with no panties."
