“You’re correct darling. You acted totally unreliably, seriously endangering yourself as well as other people, and to exacerbate it you did it since you weren’t focusing. In the wake of driving home today, it will be quite a while before you are permitted to drive once more.”
I check out at Dad with wide eyes. How might I get around? Dad can’t simply remove my vehicle.
“Try not to look so amazed at the young woman. Until you can show me what a dependable young lady you can be, Dad will clutch your vehicle keys.”
Dad stands me up and ascends to his feet before me.
“Go to the center of the room and strip totally bare.”
“Good gracious Dad, please, not here.”
“Are you disrespecting your Dad?” I peer down. “No sir, Dad.”
I move to the center of the room and start up my shoes, take off my top and open my pants sliding them gradually down my legs. I stand up, wearing only my white ribbon clothing now and give him an arguing look.
Dad gives me his exceptionally harsh look “You know better.”
I will improve. One of Dad’s standards about spankings is that I generally must be totally bare. That implies no things of dress, adornments or groups in my hair.
I moan and detach my bra, sliding it down my arms before I slip my thumbs inside my undies and pull them down. I eliminate my hoops and jewelry and detach my clasp. He’s watching me with a restless dislike of his temple.
At the point when I’m finished, he opens a cabinet in his work area and takes out a wooden ruler. I shut my eyes and chomp my lip anxiously. He takes off his suit coat and rolls the shirt sleeves up. Stroll around the work area, move the seat remaining before it and clear the work area.
“Here! Twist around, elbows and hands in the work area.”
I get in line, feeling totally humiliated being bare and uncovered in Dad’s office. I put everything on the line. Slim walls will maintain no mysteries by the same token.
“Do you have something you might want to ask Dad, darling?”
I understand what he maintains that I should ask and it never gets more straightforward. Another of Dad’s guidelines is that I need to ask him for my discipline spankings. This should assist me with tolerating my discipline and show Dad the appropriate accommodation.
I take a full breath “Yes sir, Dad. If you don’t mind, kindly give me discipline and punish me for acting so flippantly?”
“Indeed darling. I definitely will.”
I feel the primary hard smack of the ruler raising a ruckus around town on top of my base cheeks, covering the two cheeks. I coarse my teeth and smother a howl. I don’t believe individuals should hear me, in spite of the fact that they presumably heard the ruler associating with my poor uncovered base. Dad continues to hit me, firm.
Covering my base with hard smacks, centering on my sit spots and the wrinkle between my base and thighs. I attempt to keep silent however before long I’m crying and wailing, asking Dad to quit, promising to be a decent young lady.
“Arrive at the back and spread your little base cheeks quite wide for Dad, so I can punish those weaknesses appropriately.” I arrived back and spread my base cheeks open for him. I can’t stand it when he beats the weaknesses between my base cheeks directly over my pussy lips. It harms on a level that is truly unheard of and I cry harder fully expecting the aggravation.
I howl and shout as Dad smacks my most weaknesses with the ruler. Dad puts the ruler on the work area before me and puts his hand on my irritated base.
I’m crying hard. My hair is adhering to my face and I’m attempting to pause and rest. Dad is stroking my base delicately, his hand sliding down between my legs and I recoil.
“Goodness my, what a wet young lady you are. Dad beating your exposed minimal base so that the entire office might hear is making you trickling wet, right?”
I’m actually twisted around the work area crying like a young lady, feeling humiliated that my pussy is responding like this to me being punished.
I hear Dad’s suit pants opening and feel his hand on my hip. He rubs the top of his Dick over my wet lips and I can’t resist the urge to groan.
He positions his Dick over my opening and rams into my splashing wet pussy. I shout out in torment and delight and curve my back. His hands are diving into my hips as he hurries up off his pushes.
He rams his rock hard Dick somewhere inside me, hitting that unique spot inside my wet minimal pussy. He hangs over my back and murmur in my ear;
“Is Dad encouraging his daughter’s pussy? Do you have to cum for Dad?”
His words are pushing me nearer to climax “Gracious Dad, please may I cum. I want to cum, Dad.”