Maria set down her luggage and sat down, finding a note on the coffee table from her dad.
"Dear Maria,
Welcome home sweetheart. I really missed you. I will be away for a few hours after you get here as im picking up a few things in town and knocking out some errands. I should be back in a few hours. I love you, and remember you still have some rules to follow here. I hope that wont be a problem, but understand that I'll be prepared just in case. As I've made you aware, things will be far more difficult than before if you get in trouble.
- Dad
P.S. - Please put your luggage away before I get home."
Maria knew what he meant when he said "far more difficult than before." When she called her dad saying she was coming home, he told her she would still be spanked if she got in trouble, but more severely than she had been used to.
In exchange for staying with her dad while she figured out what to do with her life after high school as an adult, she agreed that she would be more severely punished than before, including severe spankings. When she turned 18, her dad set the rules out.
1). She had a share of chores to be done in the house, dad had chores to do outside the house. If she didnt complete her share of them, no matter if it was only one small thing, she would be spanked. Her dad never failed to complete his if he could help it, same as her.
2). Midnight curfew. Late? Better call ahead, and better have a good reason. Otherwise, she would be spanked.
3). Lying of any sort? Spanked. Badly.
4). No boys, unless dad was also in the house. Presumably to keep them from getting up to anything crazy...
5). Be obedient and respectful. Her dad was generally fair about what he told her to do, and blatant disobedience (even if it was just forgetfulness in doing what she was told) or disrespect was also a way to really get it bad. This was probably the most important rule, and the most severely punished if broken.
Maria decided to shower and shave herself smooth everywhere but her head. Dried off, she admired herself in the mirror. She was 5'5, with a full, well-rounded bottom. Her breasts were perky and firm, not to mention well-endowed. She was fit, and had toned and beautiful legs. Her skin tone was olive to light brown, indicative of her mother's side, Mexican and Cuban. She always grabbed the attention of the muscled boys at the gym.
She dressed in a T-shirt and yoga pants for the day, and settled in with a snack and took a nap.
She woke to her dad shaking her awake two hours later.
"Hey, Maria. Welcome home."
"Hey dad," she said, overcoming her sleepy stupor. She threw her arms around her dad and hugged him tightly.
"I'm so glad you're home. I'm so proud of you. Your mother will be back in town tomorrow so we can go out with her then. In the meantime though, we have some unfortunate business to take care of."
Maria noticed at the last sentence her father's tone changed.
"Oh, my luggage..."
"Correct. And you know how I feel about disobedience, Maria. Even though it was just a small case of forgetfulness you know we can't just let this slide."
Maria sighed and stood up from the couch where she'd been sleeping.
"I'll go put my stuff away... Can we just get this overwith quickly?"
"Well, we can start soon, but I won't be mercifully fast through the process."
Maria dragged her suitcase to her room. Day 1 of the nearly 30 she'd be spending at home and she was already in trouble. Big trouble. She didn't know what she was in for beyond a spanking, exactly, but she did know it would be worse than before.
Before, it would mean taking off her pants and panties completely, and maybe even her shirt if it was long enough that it would get in the way (embarrassing if she didnt happen to be wearing a bra at the time), and then whipped hard across her bottom with her dad's belt, typically twice her age + 10, rounded to the next highest multiple of ten if it wasnt already a multiple of 10. Maria had been 20 the last time her father whipped her not long before she left, receiving 40. She wasn't sure how her dad intended to make it even worse, and she was now 21 meaning she might receive 50, if the formula hadn't changed...
She came out of her room, and her dad silently motioned towards his bedroom. She opened the door, and stood by the edge of the bed facing her dad, waiting for his instructions.
"Maria, there's a new pair of implements in that closet. You'll know them when you see them. Get them out." Maria's heart dropped into her stomach.
She was already terrified of his belt.
She opened the closet and saw on the shelf a strap and a cane. The cane looked light and somewhat flexible, but long and menacing nevertheless. The strap was between two and three feet long, thin, and made of leather. Maria began to quake and her knees nearly gave out. These looked far worse than anything she'd experienced before.
The belt left her marked and sore for days after on her bottom and thighs. The cane looked like it would leave savage welts across her skin and she didn't want to think about what it would feel like. The strap, however, looked like it would hurt a lot more than the belt, but its edges were beveled, meaning the marking wouldn't be nearly as bad, and it likely wouldn't hurt as much as the cane. However, Maria wasn't sure why she was being told to fetch both.
