My Daddy knew something was wrong the minute I walked in the door. He can always tell. I wanted him to hold me and make me feel better but not until I'd had a chance to go upstairs and change clothes. When he met me at the door, I knew I was going to be in trouble.
He stood with his hands on his hips as I came up the walk. There was a strange look on his face, partly concern, partly disappointment. He could see the tears in my eyes and how upset I was, but he could also see that I had broken one of his rules. I was not supposed to wear these black thigh high stockings to school. There was no way I could hide my disobedience now. I clutched my books in front of me almost like a shield. It always made me feel bad to disappoint Daddy.
"Daddy…" I began but he held up his hand to signal me to keep quiet. I obeyed and followed him into his den. He shut the door behind me then sat down behind his big desk while I stood in front of it.
"Put the books down," he told me. "Hands by your sides." I knew he liked to look at me in this thin white blouse. My nipples, even though they were still kind of small, always got so hard when Daddy stared at me this way. It was easy to see them through the shirt.
"First," he began, "Tell me why you are upset. What made you cry? You know it hurts me when you are sad."
My bottom lip poked out in a perfect little girl put. Maybe if I seemed really upset, Daddy would be nice to me and not punish me.
He only laughed gently, seeing right through my act. "I really want to know Susie, but my sympathy will not stop me from giving you the spanking you deserve."
Now I was genuinely downcast and dropped any pretense. "The boys on the bus were picking on me, Daddy," I whined.
"Why were they doing that, baby?"
"They were trying to look down my shirt and trying to grab my titties. One of them even pulled up my skirt! He started to put his hand in my panties!"
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I know boys can be so mean sometimes. But you can also look at it this way - it means they like what they see. Just like I do."
I guess I'd not thought of it like that. A smile and a blush went over my face and I felt much better. Until I saw the stormy look on Daddy's face. I quickly lowered my eyes.
"If I didn't know you so well, I would think that you like those boys to act like that. When you wear those kinds of stockings, you draw attention to yourself, you know that. That's why you're never supposed to wear them to school!"
"I know Daddy," I apologized. "I'm so sorry. I just wanted to show them to my friend."
"You could have shown her after school. Now come here - you know what is going to happen."
I nodded and went around behind Daddy's desk to stand in front of him again.
"Pull your panties down, little girl."
I reached up under my skirt and pulled the white cotton panties down to my ankles. Daddy was looking at my chest again because he knew what kind of reaction this causes. My nipples were so hard and crinkly that they were pushing the thin fabric tight across my titties.
He scooted forward on his chair and took me by the arm to pull me down across his knees. My face always turned red with shame when he did this. He pulled my skirt up to expose my bare bottom.
