Lily sat on the chair, facing Daddy in his own chair as he stared at her sternly.
"Well, Lily?" he snapped. "Did you or did you not take my credit card out of my wallet?"
"No, Daddy" Lily insisted.
Daddy sighed. "You know I'll find out the truth eventually, and you'll be in much worse trouble then." Lily stared at the floor. She knew what Daddy meant by "trouble", and she knew he was right - he would find out the truth eventually. Better to admit the truth and take her punishment now, than to get a much worse punishment later. Her heart beating hard, she sighed and nodded.
"Yes, Daddy, I took your card," she admitted miserably. She didn't dare look at him as he sighed heavily.
"Over my knee, Lily," Daddy ordered. Lily hesitated.
"Daddy . . ."
"Now, Lily," Daddy said sharply.
"But Daddy, I'm 18 now. Shouldn't I not get spankings anymore?" Daddy studied Lily. She was 18 now, had been for about a month, and this was her first major infraction.
"Age has nothing to do with it, Lily" Daddy said firmly. "Girl or woman, you must know your place and accept discipline from a man - whether it's your daddy, or maybe someday, a boyfriend." Lily blushed. Daddy had never let her have a boyfriend, he kept her close to him all the time. She wondered sometimes what it would be like to have a boyfriend, but she never dared ask.
"You get a hand-spanking for taking my card." Lily nodded. She had expected that, but Daddy continued: "And then you get the belt for lying to me about it." Lily's heart dropped into her stomach as her eyes flew to Daddy's stern face. "Oh no, Daddy!" Lily protested in panic. "Please, Daddy, not the belt. I told you the truth!"
"Yes, but you lied first," said Daddy. "Now get over here and get in position."
"Oh, Daddy, noooooo, pleeeeease" Lily begged. She tried to throw her arms around him, but he grabbed her arms and held them back. "Daaaadddy," Lily whined.
"Stop whining. Get me my belt."
"But . . . you said I get a hand spanking," Lily pouted.
"You do, for taking the card. And then the belt for lying. And I want you to hold onto the belt while I'm spanking you with my hand, so you can be thinking about what's coming."
"Daddy," Lily tried one more time, but she knew by Daddy's face that she was only making her situation worse. Lily slowly and reluctantly kneeled in front of Daddy. Her hands trembling, she reached out to Daddy's waist and unbuckled his big, black belt. As she slowly pulled it from around his waist, watching it's thick length pass through the belt loops, all she could think about was the pain it would soon inflict on her vulnerable ass. But she noticed something else too - something hard and insistent between Daddy's legs. And the more she brushed against it, the harder it got. Embarassed and scared, she stood between Daddy's legs with the belt, trying not to think about what she had felt there.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Lily whispered. Daddy was a little distracted by his hardening cock. Now that she was 18, it was hard not to notice the curve of her breasts, her soft body . . . he shook his head.
"Not yet, you're not," Daddy promised, grabbing her arm and plopping her over his lap. Now there was no escaping the spanking. She closed her hands around the leather belt, ready to cry before he even touched her.
He rested his hand on the her skirt, rubbing her ass through the thin material, and she squeezed her eyes tight as he lifted his hand, then brought it down hard on the seat of her skirt. Lily let out a small cry, but Daddy knew it wasn't hurting her. Not yet. He brought his hand down on her covered rear several more times, enough to get her thinking about what was coming. She knew any minute he would peel her skirt up and her panties down, and then the spanking would really begin. And then, right before he moved to lift her skirt, she remembered . . . there were no panties for Daddy to pull down! Desperately, she reached her hand back to hold her skirt down as Daddy began to lift it.
"No Daddy, please don't." Daddy didn't like that at all. He grabbed her errant arm and pinned it behind her back, delivering several hard, fast swats before reaching for her skirt again. Lily trembled as the material made its way up her thighs and over her buttocks, revealing her bare bottom to Daddy. She heard his angry intake of breath. "What is this?" Daddy demanded, dropping her skirt at her waist and grabbing her bare buttock, squeezing hard. "Ow, Daddy," Lily whimpered. "Ow?" Daddy said. "Where are your panties young lady?" Lily had no answer for him, just hung her head in shame. Daddy pulled her ass cheeks apart, squeezing each buttock as he exposed her asshole. He realized he wasn't just going to spank her anymore. He was going to introduce her to a whole new world of punishments, teach her what a woman's body was really for. He didn't care that she was his daughter.
"I don't think a spanking and a belting are quite going to do it this time," Daddy told her angrily.
"Ow, Daddy, what are you going to do?" Lily asked in terror.
"That, little girl, you will have to wait and see. But I have a special punishment for little sluts who like to run around with no panties." Before Lily could protest, Daddy began spanking her bare ass. Hard and fast, he brought his hand down on each cheek in turn until she began to squirm on his lap. "Ow, ow, ow" she cried, but she knew this was nothing yet. He began to spank her across both cheeks at the same time, each stinging blow causing her to jump in his lap. "Ok, daddy, ok," she begged, but he wasn't even close to done. He roughly spread her ass cheeks, then began to spank the inside of her crack. It was humiliating and painful, and she began to kick her legs in protest.
The hand spanking seemed to go on forever, alternating between her ass cheeks and her crack, hard and relentless. When her ass started to numb from the pain, Daddy seemed to know it. He would pause, rub her cheeks, play with her ass crack, deliver a few sporadic, resounding spanks. Then he would resume the forceful, unending rain of blows. "Please, daddy, please" Lily was begging, holding onto daddy's legs, struggling to escape the blows. Her ass was really starting to feel the pain, but even this wasn't as bad as it could be. Finally, finally, daddy stopped. Lily hung over Daddy's lap, caressing his leg, wanting to reach back and rub her burning ass, but knowing Daddy wouldn't let her. Daddy rubbed her back, then her red and sore buttocks. Lily was used to Daddy's spankings, they were always hard and merciless, and always on her bare ass. But something felt different this time. Something about the way he was rubbing her bottom didn't feel right. She began to squirm uncomfortably, which earned her a few more hard spanks.
"Hold still," Daddy ordered. Now his voice sounded different, like he was having trouble breathing. He began to rub her ass again, moving his hand down her thighs, brushing against her very private place. Something was definitely wrong with the way Daddy was touching her.
"What are you doing, Daddy?" she protested. He didn't seem to hear her, but he moved his hand up to rest on her bottom again, much to Lily's relief.
"What did you buy with my card?" he asked her.
"It was something I really really needed, I promise, Daddy." Lily said.
"And what was it?" Daddy insisted.
