*This story is not real, it is fantasy. It doesn't contain any sex, but sets up the story in a series. It involves a father spanking his daughter and preparing her to serve her husband. If you do not like these themes, do not read on.*
The day of her wedding was here at last. Sandra had been up for hours with her girlfriends, giddily getting their hair and makeup done. She was excited and nervous. She couldn't believe it was here at last.
The last thing for her to do was dress. She had white a white silk brazier, garter to match which was attached to her stockings, and silk panties with a little bow on the front. They sat over her freshly groomed pubic area. Apparently men don't like unruly pubic hair. Over that she slipped into her wedding dress. It was soft with layers, and moved like the wind. Her Mother slowly buttoned up the back. Then they both stood, looking at her in the mirror.
"You look beautiful. Richard is going to be pleased with you." Her mother smiled, "let me go and get your father."
A moment later her mother and father stepped into the room. He mother closed the door behind her. Her father looked at her and smiled, placing his hands on her arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You are my pride and joy," he said. "Take a seat"
Sandra looked quizzically at her father but obeyed him and sat on the edge of the bed. He came and sat next to her and said, "I have looked after you and provided for you for 18 years. You have submitted to my authority and headship, this has been a joy for me. Today, I pass on this headship to your husband and you will submit to him instead. I'm am sad to lose you, but also proud of the woman you have become. Before we go, I want to remind you one last time of what your place has been in this family, and the authority I am passing on to your husband. I want to remind you of the submission you have offered me, and which you will offer to Richard today. I am expecting you to do this willingly and with joy.
"A father and a husband exercising authority over a woman in their care should bring her great joy and security." He paused to look at her, but she had a slightly confused look on her face. So he continued. "I am going to spank you. I have done this many times before and today I will do it for the last time. You have not done anything wrong, but I wish to remind you of the lessons I have taught you over the years. To submit, to obey, to please. As I walk you down that aisle, I want you to feel the weight of what is happening. The discipline of a father being given to her new husband to enjoy and take over. Tonight, your new husband will likely discipline you himself, and he will take authority and ownership of you. And with that transaction made, you will love the rest of your days not as a daughter, but as a wife."
Sandra was breathing heavily. She hadn't expected this and she tried to get her head around it. She looked up at her mother, who nodded at her, then she looked to her father and said, "yes, Daddy."
"Good. I am not going to remove your underwear, and your mother will stay and watch as she has done since you began to bleed. This is to uphold your dignity and virtue. I will spank you, then I will belt you 3 times. I want you to feel this discipline throughout the day, but I do not wish to be too hard on you, knowing that your husband will likely also discipline you tonight."
"Yes, Daddy. Thank you."
"Ok. Come and lie in the usual position over my knees please."
Sandra moved over to lay over her fathers knees. She had been in this position many times before. She lay her body on the bed, her bottom on his lap facing up, and her legs over the side. He lifted her dress to expose her bottom and rubbed it gently with his large hand.
"I do not have a number of swots in mind. The more you squirm the more your dress will crease. Don't worry if you cry, we can touch up your makeup before we go. Ready?"
He didn't wait for an answer. His hand came down firm onto her left buttock. She let out a gasp. She didn't recall him being this firm before, he usually was fairly restrained.
Smack!
Again, but on her right side this time. Yes, he was going hard. This was more than she was used to.
Smack!
Again on the left. Holy moly. Her mind began to panic. She didn't think she could do a whole session at this level.
Smack!
She let out an involuntary cry. Her breathing was deepening.
Smack! Smack!
She felt herself push up, she didn't mean to, but this was much harder than she had experienced before.
"Don't move." He father said sternly, and he pushed her back down with his hand on her back.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
