Lily and her daddy sat outside the headmaster's office. Daddy was still angry at her for having to take the afternoon off work just to come and see the headmaster because of his daughter's complete lack of concentration during lessons.
"I was supposed to be in a meeting today Lily," he told her for the hundredth time.
"I know daddy, I'm sorry," she said, nervously fingering the hem of her short grey school skirt.
"You're 18 years old for God's sake, Lil, you need to start thinking about your behaviour! Your Mom and I don't have to pay these extra fees for finishing school if you're not going to appreciate it!"
The door of the office opened and the headmaster's secretary, a young blonde woman, called them through. Lily walked in behind her daddy and kept her head low.
Mr. Smith, the headmaster introduced himself to Lily's daddy and they shook hands over the large antique wooden desk. The headmaster gestured to them to sit down in the two large leather chairs.
"As the letter home said," began the headmaster, looking from Lily's daddy to Lily, "Your daughter seems to have trouble concentrating in certain lessons."
"Apparently so," daddy said, "and her mother and i are very disappointed!"
Lily remained quiet, slumped down in her chair, hoping this would be over soon. She hated being in trouble with her daddy and she wanted to make it up to him later on before mom got home.
"Do you see how you have disappointed your parents, Lily?" Mr Smith asked her, a severe frown on his face.
"Yes," she said quietly.
"Is that how you talk to all your teacher's Lily?" daddy asked her, his voice very angry. "I think we need to be dishing out some punishment here. Thought we may get through to you just by talking but apparently not."
The headmaster coughed, taking daddy's attention away from Lily. "What form of discipline do you use at home, may I ask? How do you and your wife punish Lily when she is bad?"
Lily knew her daddy could not tell the headmaster exactly what sort of punishment she received from him. There was a moment's silence before Lily's daddy spoke up. "To be honest I think her mother is too soft on her, let's her get away with anything. I lean more towards physical punishment myself."
Lily felt herself blushing slightly as she thought of her daddy's form of physical punishment which usually involved his cock and her pussy.
"I think spanking is highly underrated these days," the headmaster informed daddy. "Its a shame they banned it, was a great deterrent. Do you spank Lily at home?"
"Quite often, yes," daddy shifted slightly in his seat as he looked across at Lily, his mind already planning the spanking she would be getting after this meeting. Lily knew his cock would be stirring and she licked her lips thinking about sucking it while he spanked her.
"Do you use your hand?" the headmaster inquired. "Or perhaps a cane?"
Lily could see from the look on daddy's face he was considering purchasing a cane now it had been suggested. Her buttocks began to tingle imagining how painful it would be. She was used to how daddy bent her over and smacked her until her cheeks were red, but surely a cane would hurt a lot more!
"Of course there is a certain way of ensuring the best results from physical punishment, it's the way you slap, the technique you use." The headmaster was sounding thoroughly in to his special technique, it made Lily cringe.
"Really?" daddy said, a small smile appearing on his lips. "And what is the technique you would use?"
"Well of course I would have to demonstrate," the headmaster informed him.
"Be my guest," Daddy nodded, "Lily, stand up!"
"What?" Lily looked in horror at her daddy.
"I said get up!" he almost shouted.
"But daddy, you're not going to let him...I mean Mr. Smith...smack me?" she stuttered in shock. Daddy surely would never let another man hurt her.
But apparently, just this once, he would. He rose from his chair, grabbed Lily by the arm and pulled her to a standing position, he then lead her to the side of the desk and looked at the headmaster. "Bending over?" he enquired.
"Always the best option," Mr. Smith nodded.
Daddy pushed Lily forward until her head was on the desk and her ass sticking out ready to be spanked.
"And of course, it is always more productive to ensure skin on skin contact," Lily could tell the headmaster was enjoying this a little bit too much, his voice was more breathy than it had been and Lily imagined his cock was stirring in his pants just like daddy's was bound to be.
"Of course," daddy agreed and Lily felt him reach down, take hold of the hem of her school skirt and lift it up over her ass and up to her waist. He then pulled her tiny white panties down slightly, just to underneath her buttocks. Lily was blushing furiously as she heard the headmaster come round to stand at the side of her. She tried to block out what they were saying but overheard suggestions of 'open-handed slap' before the first smack came. It hurt much more than she had imagined, daddy never smacked her that hard so she knew it was the headmaster. "Looks like I've been doing it all wrong, Lily," daddy said to her, "Mr. Smith's way is much better, don't you think?"
Lily didn't answer; she was trying to hold back the tears of pain and embarrassment. The second smack came down on the opposite cheek, sending a shock of pain through her entire backside. But she knew this time it was her daddy and the pain didn't seem as bad. In fact she knew that her pussy was starting to get wet, despite the whole situation. When she felt the headmaster's second slap she moaned slightly with pleasure.
"I think my daughter might be enjoying this," daddy apologised, and then Lily felt him slip a finger down in to her panties. He rubbed gently around the entrance to her pussy where she knew she would be wet. "Oh yes, she is definitely enjoying this, see how wet she is?"
