"That is the last straw Sarah, I will not put up with you and your behaviour anymore! For god's sake you are eighteen years old now! You can't be going out to parties every night and then turning up some time during the night. You are living in my house, and I excused this behaviour when your mother died, but enough is enough young lady!" I fumed as I paced back and forth in front of my young teenage daughter who was sitting down on the living room couch with tears silently falling from her pale cheeks.
My daughter was very attractive in my eyes. Her hair was long and chocolate brown that she kept in waves down to the small of her back. She had the same milky completion and had the same deep chocolate big brown eyes like her mother. Unlike her mother she had a bit more curve to her shape, which she usually kept covered unless on a trip to the beach or a day cleaning around the house. Her legs were long and her stomach was flat and soft, taking the shape of a healthy young girl. She barley wore makeup because she didn't need to. She was the picture perfect girl next door.
I hated seeing my only daughter cry, and it killed me to know that I was the one causing her the pain. I thought about easing up on her, but then remembered the attitude, the disobedience! I let it go on for too long, and now it's all catching up on me years later.
"Now you listen, and listen good. You are grounded until I see some changes in you. I don't want any complaints, moans or whining about this, do you hear me?" I waited a few moments to hear her response, instead she just looked down at her feet without saying a word. "Sarah Mondale, you answer me right this instant!"
"I understand Daddy. I'm s-" She stopped with a choking breath and more tears flowing down her stained cheeks. "S-so sorry."
She looked so innocent, so venerable. But something snapped inside me that I didn't know was there, two things actually. The first was rage towards her. Angry about the tears that were dripping from her face, angry that I shouldn't be feeling guilty about punishing my own daughter. The second was tension. Sexual tension for my innocent, venerable daughter.
"Stop that crying Sarah! Are you still a child, because if so then I will treat you like one!" I then picked her up in a swift movement and laid her across my lap with her ass only inches away from my face.
I knew that if I thought about this for to long then I would chicken out. So I pulled down her pyjama shorts down her soft long legs quickly before she could protest. When she was a child and she misbehaved I would give her three quick spankings on her bare cheeks. It kept her good as gold for many months before I had to do it again. But then she started growing a pair of hips, and instead of a spanking I would ground her.
"Now Sarah, baby, you've been a very bad girl. You made daddy very upset, and you know your punishment for making daddy upset, don't you baby girl?" I recited the old speech.
I heard her soft sobs though I knew she was trying to be quiet. I smiled quickly and ran a finger along the shape of her left butt cheek, then doing the same thing to the left. I felt her shiver under my fingers.
"Answer me Sarah."
"Yes Daddy." She whispered.
"What did you do wrong?"
"I stayed out late out night and was rude to you. I'm so sorry daddy."
I smacked her quickly, leaving a faint red mark on her creamy butt. She screamed out in protest, trying to move from under my hands.
"Sarah, what do you do at those parties? With all of those boys?" I ask as I rub her cheeks slowly.
"N-nothing Daddy, I swear."
I spanked her again, a bit harder then before, leaving a brighter shade of red on her cheeks. She whimpered again and said something under her breath that I couldn't quite hear.
"You're lying to me Sarah. Daddy always knows when you're lying. Tell me exactly what you do, or three more spankings."
"I ..." She stopped. Perhaps she noticed that her voice was shaky. "I don't usually do anything wrong daddy. Only once."
