Daddy's Discipline
Disclaimer:Not real people, everyone is 18/18+
WREN
I laughed as I finished the mural of my dad's likeness on the backside of the gym. Then I sprayed a big red X through it, that would piss him off really good this time. I heard a noise and dropped my spray can and grabbed my bag bolting back over the fence and to my car. I cackled as the guard yelled from the other side of the fence while I zipped away, it didn't matter if he got my plate. Dad would know it was me, it's my art style.
I pulled up to the house and got out of my black Versa. Dad was standing on the front porch looking angry. His gray eyes narrowed and his salt and pepper hair messed from sleep, his bodybuilder frame tensed with anger.
"Where the fuck have you been?" He asked his arms crossed over his bare chest, my eyes raked over his abs and down the patch of graying black hair to the band of his sleep shorts. "Answer me Wren!" He snapped and I looked up at him and smirked.
"Working on an art project." I said nonchalantly as I pushed past him into the house, the spray cans clinking in my bag and the smell of it clear on my skin.
"Little bird! You better not have been at the school." He growled and I waved at him as I went up to have a shower and go to bed.
VAHN
I stared at the comical image of me and tried to breathe through my rage. The formerly brick building would have to be power washed multiple times now. At least she had done me the courtesy of putting the defacement on the back of the gym. I stormed back to my office, as principal I would have to make the phone calls to get this cleaned up.
I slammed the phone down and cursed. The cleaners said that a project of this size would take nearly a month to fix. I took a deep breath before I pressed the intercom next to the phone and paged my secretary. "Judy, get my daughter in here. Now!" I snapped and shut down the connection without waiting for a response.
The knock on my office door only sparked more anger. "Come in." I growled and in walked my eighteen year old nightmare. Her black hair pulled back in pigtails, her blue eyes outlined in a cat eye look that made them look big and innocent. She was wearing her uniform in an altered state, again. With the t-shirt tied at her belly and the skirt rolled up to her thighs.
"Wren." I said in a warning tone and she flipped me off. I snapped, it had been enough. I stood and walked around my desk towering over her.
"Daddy?" She said her eyes wide and scared suddenly, realizing too late she may have pushed too far.
"I've had ENOUGH little bird!" I shouted and grabbed her as I sat at the couch at the back of my office and yanked her over my knee.
"Daddy no! I'm sorry!" She yelped but it was too late my hand came down hard on her ass and there was a resounding smack in the room then another and another. Then there was a low female moan followed by a whimpered. "Don't stop, Daddy."
My eyes got wide as a very familiar scent hit my nose, one I loved, the smell of an aroused pussy. I realized my hand had drifted down as I had spanked my daughter. That I had slapped across her barely covered pussy, and that my hand was wet. I froze and took a deep breath and closed my eyes as my body reacted to the aroused and horny woman in my lap. My cock pulsed under her and I heard her whimper.
"Wren, get off my lap. Go home, you're suspended." I said and she leapt off my lap with a look of shame and rage on her face. She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off.
"OUT! NOW!" I roared and she flew like her namesake out the door pulling her skirt down to cover herself as she went. I heard her give a single sob as she went and I closed my eyes tightly at the onrush of emotions I felt.
"Judy! Cancel the rest of my day. I'm going to the gym." I said and grabbed my gym bag from the floor of my office and rushed out the door.
WREN
Daddy didn't come home till late that night and when he did he didn't even talk to me, he just went straight to bed. I spent the rest of the week avoiding him. I had known the moment he had bent me over his knee I would react that way, it was a major kink I had.
Then the weekend finally came and we were stuck at the house together, and it was a holiday weekend so we had three whole days with no one but each other for company. I was getting dressed Saturday morning when there was a knock at my door. I finished pulling on my red halter top and adjusted my plaid miniskirt and opened the door. My dad was standing there looking shy and holding a plate of my favorite, French toast and whipped cream with berries.
"Listen, I think I crossed a line the other day. I just blew my top, and I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." He said and I gaped at him in shock.
'Was he apologizing to me?' I thought and looked from him to the food and back. He was actually apologizing to me.
"Daddy, um, about what happened. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have let my, uh, inside thoughts out." I said and he nodded. His face was a mix of emotions I couldn't decipher.
"Let's just enjoy the weekend and pretend it didn't happen okay?" He said and handed me the plate. I took it and the fork he offered with a shy smile.
"Am I still suspended?" I asked and his expression soured, his gray eyes turning to a hard glare.
"Yes, little bird, and I'm clipping those wings too. You're also grounded. I've already taken your keys." He said and I realized how badly I had screwed up. He almost never took my keys. The last time he did that I had accidentally set fire to the Chem lab.
"Daddy, please. Not my keys, not Lucy." I whined pouting up at him with big blue eyes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes there was something different in the way he looked at me.
"No, little bird. Not this time. Nothing you can do will change my mind." He said and walked out of my room and back to the kitchen. I snarled in rage and slammed my door.
'How dare he take Lucy away!' I thought in outrage. Then I grinned. "Nothing I can do huh?" I said as I sat at my desk and ate my breakfast, it was delicious and perfect brain food so I could make my plan.