"Fucking thing!" My 27-year-old stepdaughter screeched as she kicked the sofa.
"Hey Missy!" I scolded her as I entered the living room.
"I won't have that kind of language in this house! Remember - you're not too old for a spanking!" I laughed.
Shocked at seeing me, she covered her mouth with her hand.
"Oh daddy...I'm sooooo sorry!" She grinned as she mumbled, " I bumped into the sofa and... I didn't know that you were....Oh shit!"
"Hey! What did I say about cursing?" I smiled as I waved my hand in a spanking motion.
Tiffany gave me her 'Who do you think you are?' look and sashayed over to the sofa, in her tight blue jeans, to pick up the phone.
In a moment of madness I leapt in front of her, threw my left arm around her waist and pulled her across my knees as I dropped onto the sofa in one fluent motion.
"Daddy! What do you think you're doing?" Tiffany giggled as she punched my thigh.
WHACK, my hand cracked against her cute ass. WHACK, I hit the other cheek.
"Daddy! Stop that!" she squealed, "That hurts!"
"I'll stop when you learn your lesson and apologize to me." I chuckled as my hand landed on my stepdaughters' firm buttocks.
"Ouch! That really hurts. Stop it!" she laughed as she tried to wriggle off my knee, but couldn't as I held her too tightly.
"Apologize!" I told her as my hand landed on her ass for the fifth time, making it shake.
"Like Hell I will!" She defiantly screamed at me as my full hand cracked against her ass again.
"Well you won't be able to sit down for a week, then." I couldn't stop laughing as I continued spanking her ass.
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for swearing." She shouted until I stopped. "Is that what you wanted to hear? Happy now?"
As I released my grip she staggered to her feet. Tears were running down her cheeks as she danced around the room laughing hysterically as she rubbed her sorry ass.
"I told you that you weren't too big for a spanking, didn't I?" My laughter was nearly uncontrollable as I rolled around the sofa, watching Tiffany frantically rub her firm ass with both hands.
Tiffany unbuckled her belt and peeled down her Levi's until she exposed her reddening butt cheeks to me.
"Look at what you've done!" she bent over waving her half-naked ass in front of my face, "I'll be marked for life!"
Tiffany is 27 and I'm 46. We've always been close, perhaps closer than most fathers and daughters. Tiff wasn't a exactly a Tomboy as a teenager when I married her mom, but she loved watching sports and working on my cars with me. She didn't share all of her girlie secrets with me but I probably know more about her than Katie, her mom did.
I howled with laughter as I tugged her jeans down to her knees, making her stumble.
My hands held her milky white thighs until she steadied herself.
"Would you like Daddy to kiss it better?" I giggled as I rubbed my face across her soft flesh.
Tiffany began giggling like a teenager as I planted a host of wet sloppy kisses all over her sore ass, running my tongue over the silky smooth skin.
"Mmmmmm. That's nice!" She chuckled as she pressed her ass against my face, "He, he, he! It's feeling better already."
With Tiffany still arching her back, I automatically pulled her tiny red thong to one side and ran my tongue down her butt crack until I touched her asshole.