Daisy hadn't meant to make him mad. Not really. She was just having one of those days. And it had been so long since he had reminded her of her place. He always said that when she was overwhelmed with responsibility it was his job to treat her like the little girl she was. He had been so busy lately that he hadn't been doing that, and she had felt the urge to push back.
Now though, as she sat in class, she found it hard to focus on the lecture as her mind drifted to the punishment that would be waiting for her when she got home. She had been running late for class, but sitting in the lecture her priorities became very clear.
She should have taken her time, been polite to her Daddy, and run the risk of being late to class. Tomorrow she knew she would be on time, sporting a very red ass. Suddenly a voice pulled her back to her surroundings.
"Daisy! Here take this handout."
The girl sitting next to her was thrusting a sheet of paper at her impatiently, clearly having tried several times to get Daisy's attention.
"Oh, sorry. Thanks"
As she took the handout her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. In an hour she would be home, and she had no idea what he had in store for her. She would be punished of course, but she had no way of knowing exactly how.
The last time she had been smart with him he had put a bar of soap in her mouth and given a hard hairbrush spanking that had left her crying like a little girl. He didn't like repeating punishments so she doubted it would be the same this time. She only had one clue, one idea of what was to come. This morning before she ran out the door he had said,
"Be here immediately after your class. I want you in the bedroom with your old school skirt on."
She hated that skirt. All throughout high school she had rolled it up, trying to get guys to notice her ass. It had certainly worked, but now she felt silly in the scrap of fabric. He knew that, so he must be planning to add an aspect of humiliation to her punishment.
The rest of the lecture flew by. Far too soon it was time for her to collect her things and head home. Hurriedly she pushed out of the building and started the short walk to the apartment they shared.
When he had asked her to move in she had been overjoyed but now the thought of entering their shared space, full of his disappointment, made her almost tear up. Still, she knew she could not afford to be late.
When she arrived she found the door unlocked. Tentatively, she pushed it open, expecting to see him waiting for her. Surprisingly, he was nowhere to be found. Confused she peaked into the bedroom. He wasn't there either, but his instructions rang in her ears.
Quickly storing her backpack in the closet, she approached the dresser. The skirt was toward the back of a drawer, not getting much use these days. She pulled it out and noted that it looked much smaller than she remembered. Still, he had told her to put it on, so she would. Sliding her leggings off she unzipped the skirt and pulled it up her legs.
To her dismay, the skirt barely covered her ass, and her small black thong was quite visible, peaking out from underneath. Turning to the mirror she took in her appearance. She looked like a petulant schoolgirl, what with the skimpy black tank top and blue pleated skirt. She almost laughed thinking that some white socks and patent leather shoes would complete her transformation into the slutty schoolgirl she sometimes saw in porn. She stopped herself from laughing however, remembering her predicament.
Where was he? It wasn't like him to make her wait for a punishment. She took a seat on the edge of the bed, kicking her legs back and forth as she waiting anxiously. After only a few moments her mind was already racing with possibilities of what was to come. Suddenly she heard the door open. Sitting straight up she clasped her hands in her lap and waited. Soon his tall frame appeared in the doorway.
"Daisy."
Her eyes moved to the floor. How was it that he could put so much meaning into one word? She felt love, disappointment and desire all in that one statement of her name.
"Look at me."
Raising her eyes, she met his gaze, squirming under the intensity of it.
"Would you like to explain what happened this morning? You're going to be punished, but I'd like to hear your side of the story."
Her heart fluttered. Even in this moment he was still kind and caring.
