He was very methodical as he applied the ice to her ass cheeks. Slowly rubbing the cube over her skin while pinning her in position draped over one knee with his free arm as she tried to squirm away. The cold water from the melting ice drizzled down her ass cheeks and inner thigh, occasional drops finding their way down her crack and across her pouty lips. It was, by this point, impossible to tell which was her wetness and which was melted ice between her legs.
She mewed and pulled and struggled, but not that much. There was two reasons for this. The first was, she knew that if she did manage to get an arm free or a leg on the ground, the spanking to follow would be that much harsher. The second reason was. . .she had been a brat all day long so she had earned the spanking and by God, she was gonna get it.
She had started when he came home from work. He had his gray suit on that always made him look so reserved and clean cut. He had walked into their house and found her sex toys laying all over the floor. There was a dirty movie playing in the DVD player, carefully queued to a girl peeing outdoors. In front of the TV set was a big wet spot on the carpet. The implication was, although wrong, very clear to him.
He had not said a word. Instead he had drank the entire scene in and then walked to the kitchen to find her. There he found even more sex toys strewn about casually and smears of chocolate (suspiciously looking like chocolate hand prints) on the counter and fridge door. In the sink was a big ice dildo, now thawed and covered with strawberry lubricant.
Walking from the kitchen to the hall way he found a trail of clothing, starting with a shirt (his, with chocolate smears on the front) and then skirt. A few feet further there was a bra with the lace ripped and then a pair of panty hose with the crotch ripped out. At the bedroom door was her panties, wet with her cum, hung on the door knob.
Swinging the door inward, he expected to find her waiting there. Instead he saw the bedroom was pristine, not a thing out of place. More than anything, this worried him. Either she was not done yet or she had been so busy in other places that she hadn't gotten around to the bedroom. Either way, it did not bode well.
Walking into the master bedroom bathroom, he found the tub filled and the water long since cold. Rubber toys floated in the water and the floor was covered in a shallow pool. Someone had been having fun in the bathtub. A set of anal beads and a waterproof vibrator still were in the tub, along with a wax banana from the table center piece and a turkey baster. He stopped and tried to imagine what the hell was going on and gave up.
Puzzled that he had not heard her yet, he stood still and listened. He heard nothing, just the hum of the ceiling fan. Then. . .a tiny sound. He listened harder and tried to figure it out. . .figure out where it was coming from. There it was again. Distant. . .like through closed doors. Moaning. . .and then a beep. His car.
With hurried strides he went down the hall and to the garage. She was toying with him which, truth be told, had been amusing for at least 15 seconds before the anger set in. Slamming the garage door open he saw his beautiful 65 mustang, the bright, cherry red hood covered with chocolate hand prints. There was also some undefined wetness right at the edge that he had a fair idea of what it was. Sure enough, a dildo was laying on the ground under it and his suspicions were confirmed. She had cum on his hood and left.
The side door to the backyard was open. He walked out of it, good and mad now, but controlling his anger. Striding down the walk into the back yard he saw her there, sitting on the edge of the pool, covered in chocolate like she had been rubbing it over her body, chewing the last mouthful. As he started to speak she slipped to the side and into the water.
Damnit! He thought.
She popped back up after a few seconds and smiled at him.
"Oh.....Daddy! I didn't hear you come in!" She said in a gleeful innocent tone.
"Didn't. . . .?" Calm thoughts . . . calm mind . . . relax. . .breathe. . .
"Ya...I was swimming." She said and nodded in agreement with herself.
"Didn't. . ." That word was just choking him.
