"Where have you been?" Daddy asked, as we stood together in the living room.
"I went out for a walk Daddy," I said.
"Dressed like that?" Daddy said.
I didn't know what was wrong. There wasn't anything wrong with wearing a black miniskirt and a pink hoodie, I even wore the ones Daddy got me for my birthday- an ochre skirt and a rose-red quarter-length sleeve shirt.
"Don't you like it Daddy?" I asked, twirling my hair with my hair in my fingers.
"Of course Daddy likes it, but only Daddy can see his baby's special parts," Daddy said.
"But Daddy I'm nineteen," I said.
"But as long as you live with Daddy you will do as Daddy says, now go to my office... you need to be punished," Daddy said.
"But Daddy I didn't do anything bad," I said, as Daddy took my wrist and led me to his office.
He turned on the lights. Daddy's office had no windows, he liked his privacy. His desk was set in the middle of the room, and he had cleared it off so it was bare.
"Bend over the desk and spread your legs," Daddy said.
I did as I was told. Daddy lifted my skirt and ran his hand over my bottom through my panties.
"How many times must I tell you- You are not to wear panties in Daddy's house!" Daddy snapped as he ripped off my panties.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I bit my lip and gripped the far edge of the desk. My ass stung from Daddy's harsh slaps.
Then... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!... and SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Four slaps to each cheek.