Caution: This story contains violence and male abuse. If this topic offends you or does not interest you, please do not read.
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Who in the Hell said girls are easier to raise than boys hasn't met my 18 year old tomboy daughter. I drove on, staring straight ahead with a scowl on my face, with my daughter sitting next to me. We were on the way home since she had been suspended for beating up David Williams and putting him in the hospital with a broken nose and dislocated jaw. The principal, Mr. Templeton was not pleased and neither was I since it was the third time this semester I was called to school for my daughter's fighting.
As a single 38 year old parent, I had tried to do the best for my daughter over the past 8 years since my wife left me for a younger man. Stacey had always been a bit of a hell raiser, and although at times I admired her spunk, this was the first time her actions had led to suspension, and I needed to do something about it.
I pulled into our drive and both of us exited the car. I watched her move up the walk and just shook my head at the contrast in her looks and her aggressive personality. She was all of 5'3" and 110 pounds and loved to wear dresses to show off her shapely muscular legs. She constantly wore her hair in a pony tail or pigtails.
When she became a teen, she became aggressive and almost domineering to her classmates, and she even beat up a male history teacher until he agreed to change her grade from a D to a C so she could remain on the boys wrestling team.
I stared at her as she gave me that little smile over her shoulder and said "Come on Pop, I'm hungry."
How could she be so blasé about what just happened to her? The young woman was just kicked out of school. I was beside myself on what to do, but we had to have a talk. I did my normal clothes washing and folded her bras and panties, then fixed us a nice dinner of pork chops, mashed
potatoes and peas, as I constantly ran over what I was going to say to her in my mind.
Before dinner, she changed from her shirt into a pair of tiny silk shorts and tank top which showed off her taut round buttocks and shapely round breasts. She stepped into the kitchen in her bare feet, with her painted pink toenails and her braless breasts bouncing freely.
Her pigtails jumped up and down as she pranced over to me at the stove and planted a kiss on my cheek. It always felt a little strange that we were almost the same height and she didn't have to reach far up to kiss me. At only 5'5" myself, and 130 pounds there was little difference in our physical makeup except that her 110 pounds was hard as a rock muscle and I was a little soft, through years of sedentary office work.
Her bubbly attitude and beautiful young body made it very difficult to remember that I was quite angry with her, and staring across the dinner table at her protruding nipples and the evident cleavage of her firm young breasts did not help matters.
After dinner I cleaned the dishes while Stacey went down into the basement to work out with her weights. Setting the last dishes in the washer and starting the cycle, I knew I couldn't put off our talk any longer and took a deep breath and headed down stairs.
As I neared the bottom of the stairs I stopped short, in awe of my young daughter. I watched as she curled 95 pounds in steady fluid motions for 15 reps. I would be lucky if I could curl 40 pounds for 8 reps and bad form.
As she set the bar back on the stand, I entered the room and crossed the mat which she used to practice her wrestling moves.
I took her hand and said "Honey, we need to talk," and led her to the couch against the wall.
"Sure Pop. What's up?"
She stared at me with those crystal blue eyes and sparkling smile and I wanted to melt. My young daughter knew how to wrap me around her finger and her hold on me just grew stronger as the years passed. I was determined this time to lay down the law and remain strong, no matter how much her smile could turn me to mush.
"Baby, what you have been doing with the fighting is very wrong and something has to be done about it because with the suspension, it has gotten totally out of hand. I don't want to do this to you, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you."
If I didn't know better I would have thought I detected a smirk cross her sexy moist lips as she said, "Oh Daddy, please don't punish me."
"Don't get smart and make light of this young lady. It is very serious. I have given it a lot of thought and have decided that you will do without the car and the television for two weeks, and as much as I hate to do it, I must give you a needed spanking.
Once again the smirk appeared and her eyebrow was raised as she calming said, "I don't think so Pop."
"Young lady, this is non-negotiable and those are the terms of your punishment, so I would like you to bare your bottom and lay across my lap for twenty spanks."
I was shocked to hear my sweet young daughter laugh in my face. I had never been shown any disrespect from her, but then again, I had never really confronted her.
"Daddy, you know I love and respect you, but David Williams deserved the beating I gave him, so the punishment is uncalled for, and I will not accept any punishment. And as far as the spanking goes, you surely should not threaten what you can't deliver on."
