I entered through the kitchen door after school, as usual. I couldn't wait to change out of my pristine school uniform into some comfortable clothes. I had plenty of homework ahead of me that evening and I was eager to get it out of the way. I had recently turned 18 and had just one semester left until college.
Everything appeared normal, like every other day I came home from school. As I entered the living room, there was Daddy in an authoritative stance with a stern expression on his face. This was normal as well for times when I had misbehaved. Only this time he held a riding crop in his right hand and was methodically tapping it into the palm of his left hand.
"You have been a VERY bad girl." Daddy informed.
"Wha..what have I done, Daddy?" He only punished me physically when I'd done something terrible. Like that time I snuck out to go to a party. I could still remember the pain from that whooping. My Daddy wasn't a very strict man, but he had his rules and I was required to follow them to the letter.
"I think you know exactly what you've done, Miss. You also know what to do now." He commanded.
I proceeded to follow the regimented guidelines which Daddy had clearly defined for my punishment. I set my books on the floor and stepped over to the dining table. The table fit my height perfectly so that I could bend over it and lay my torso down, baring my behind for swatting. I assumed this position swiftly in an effort to please Daddy so that maybe he'd go easier on me.
"Ah-ah. Haven't you forgotten something?" Daddy inquired through gritted teeth. My plan was failing and I was only making him angrier.
"Oops, sorry Daddy." I let a nervous giggle escape my lips as I pulled my white panties down to my thighs. Daddy never liked me to take them all the way off. He liked to see my behind perched just above the elastic band. This also enabled me to spread my legs if it pleased my Daddy. I raised my skirt up to fully expose myself for punishment.
"Don't toy with me, little girl. This is serious. You have been very bad and you're in big trouble. Do you know what you've done?" Daddy was angrier than ever.
"No, Daddy." I replied sheepishly.
SMACK, Daddy let me have a good hard whack with the crop. "LIAR!" He shouted as the crop impacted my ass. "You know exactly what you've done to deserve this. Your lying only serves to anger me further and extend your punishment. I can't believe you'd lie to your Daddy like that. You lying little bitch!" Daddy knew I hated when he called me humiliating names and I began to cry. "You think crying is going to make me stop? Think again, dirty little liar." The crop did its job again as he announced the word 'liar.' "How many smacks does a lying little bitch like you deserve, huh? Ten, twenty? Answer me, slut!" Daddy only called me dirty names when I'd been extremely bad.
"I deserve as many smacks as Daddy pleases." I whimpered through my streaming tears.
"Well, you got one thing right for a change, slutty little bitch." Daddy administered a stream of hits so swiftly I could barely keep count. The pain seared through me as I lay sobbing on the table top. Such a stinging pain. I could only imagine the view my Daddy had of me prone in front of him, the redness of my ass cheeks contrasting the pristine white of my panties. "Spread your legs wider so that I can properly punish your entire nasty ass." Daddy swatted my inner thighs to encourage the result he sought.
I couldn't contain myself any longer and began to plead for him to stop. "OW! Daddy, no. Please don't. I don't know what I've done wrong, but I promise to be good. I promise. Please stop. It hurts, Daddy. It hurts. Please, Daddy, please." But my whimpering went unheeded.
"I'll stop when I'm damn good and ready to stop, you lying cunt." Daddy delivered a smack to the crease between my ass and thigh as he said 'cunt.'
"Ow, Daddy. Ow! Daddy, I'll be good. I'm a good girl, Daddy. I'll be so good to you if you stop. Please, Daddy?" Even though I knew the sound of my voice angered him further, I couldn't help myself. I had no self-control and continued to implore.
"Shut up!" He smacked the crease of my ass and thighs again several times. Than he stopped for a moment. I began to breath a little easier. This time he did something new. He pulled my panties all the way off my legs. My privates were now completely exposed to him. A blush ran through my entire body as I felt the embarrassing humiliation of his action.
"What are you doing, Daddy? Please don't. I'm so embarrassed to have you see me like this. Why are you doing this?" My mind raced as panic filled my voice.
"Don't question me, slut. I'll do whatever I damn well please to you, because I'm the Daddy and you're the little girl." His voice was different now. It was more like a deep, breathy whisper. I lay there exposed to him for a few moments. I could feel him staring at me. His breathing quickened as he issued a few more swats. Then he tossed the crop on the floor and let out a deep groan. He slowly and delicately ran his big hands over my reddened ass cheeks.
"No, Daddy! Don't! This is wrong. You're not supposed to do this to me." I began to squirm.
"Hold still. Daddy knows what's best." He held my hips firmly with his hands for several moments as I lay still before him. My red ass and young pussy were in full view for his inspection.
"You've been a very, very bad girl. Daddy didn't want to have to punish you like this. But you leave me no choice. You've been a dirty, naughty slut and you're going to have to pay." He gingerly rubbed a finger up my dampened slit and his breathing increased as he said this.
"Oh, Daddy, no. Please stop. Don't do this." The humiliation was unbearable and I was delirious with sensation.
