Thanks to Allaboutne for editing.
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Marty and I were best friends, we considered ourselves brothers, although we were not blood-related. One day I was sitting at the table in the kitchen, half watching the game on the television in the kitchen, half bullshitting with Marty while he cooked when he got a call. I could tell from his half of the conversation that it was about Carly.
Carly is Marty's 18-year-old stepdaughter. Carly's mother, which was Marty's second wife, tragically died two years ago when a drunk driver hit the car she was driving. His wife's death hit both Marty and Carly hard. Suddenly Marty had a teenage daughter to raise alone.
Carly is a smart girl but has a habit of getting into trouble, skipping class, hanging out with the wrong kids, and was held back her sophomore year in high school because of it. She is a beautiful girl with an innocent look. Carly is tall 5 ft. 10, slender with fantastic long legs and a killer ass. Her breasts are small and sit high on her chest. Carly's bright green eyes dance when she talks and her smile lights up a room.
Although I would never tell Marty, I thought she was a hot piece of young ass and when she's in the room, I can't help but fantasize about doing his stepdaughter.
Marty hung up the phone, shaking his head. "The little brat skipped two classes today! She better have a good explanation." I sat there listening as Marty went on to tell me all the trouble Carly gets herself into.
A little while later, I heard the front door open. "Daddy, I'm home!" My heart started to beat a little faster when she skipped into the kitchen. She was in her school uniform. Red plaid skirt, white blouse, Carly's rainbow dyed hair falling around her shoulders, knee high white socks, and black patent leather shoes. God damn, the things I would do to her.
Carly greeted us with bubbly enthusiasm, "Hi, Daddy! Hi, Uncle Mark!"
"How was school princess?" Marty asked as she kissed him on the cheek.
"It was fine," she said nonchalantly as she started to walk away.
"You went to all your classes?" Marty calmly gave her a chance to tell the truth. Carly rummaged through the fridge for a snack.
"Yup!" I heard her say.
"Carly Marie!" Marty's voice even made me jump slightly.
Carly turned around slowly and looked at him. Her whole demeanor seemed to have changed the second she heard his tone. "Yes, Daddy?" She said in a tiny voice.
Marty looked at her sternly, "What have I told you about lying?" Carly looked down at her feet, holding silent for a few heartbeats. "Answer me!"
She looked back up at him and said, "I'm never allowed to lie to you, Daddy."
"Correct. So I'm asking you again, did you go to all of your classes today?" Marty inquired. I felt a little out of place watching this family feud unfold before me, but I didn't move.
Carly said, almost in a whisper, "No, Daddy."
Marty took a deep breath, "So, not only did you skip classes, but then you lied to me about it? Go stand by the island counter."
I watched from my stool as Carly walked over to the countertop. The island counter was directly across from the table I was sitting at, so I couldn't help but look at her. I didn't know what was going to happen and I found myself a little anxious. Marty walked over to where Carly was standing and pointed at the countertop.
Without hesitation, and to my complete surprise, Carly bent over the high countertop! "What happens to bad little girls, Carly?"
Carly was bent at the waist, her upper body and head resting on the countertop, her sexy long legs were together and straight, tiptoes on the floor. From where I was seated behind her, I could see that her skirt was just long enough to cover her sweet ass and could see just a peek of her white cotton panties.
My cock twitched as I heard her say, "Bad girls get spanked, Daddy."
"And does it matter if there is a guest here?" Marty asked. Carly shook her head no. "And why not?"
Carly sighed, I could tell she didn't like the questions. "Because if I can break the rules in front of people, I can get punished in front of people." She replied.