Gracie sat at the kitchen table sipping the hot coffee. The dishes were still piled high in the sink. She knew that her father would have something to say about it when he came down. Harvey sat in his room wondering just how to solve his problem. Gracie, his daughter had come home to live with him 4 months ago. At 19, she had gone thru a bad relationship and it had left her bitter at the world. But he would not allow her to completely ignore the rules that he had set down when he gave her his permission to live with him.
For two days he had been after her to clean up the house. When he got in from his meeting late last night, he went into the kitchen only to see the same dishes there from the morning with new ones added. Her attitude concerning his orders was the worst part. He had tried to understand about what she had gone through. Her complete disregard about the smooth running of his household angered him more than he wanted to say. Last night it had reached the end of the line. This morning he had to put things into their proper perspective. Dressing slowly, he began to think of just what he would say. By the time he was dressed, he knew what had to be done.
Walking into the kitchen, he went over to the sink. Washing out a cup, Gracie just used them and put them dirty in the sink, he poured himself a cup of coffee. Then he turned and stared at his daughter. Her years had done much to fill out the skinny little girl he used to ride on his back. In the place of the child he knew, was a woman. She stood as tall as his 5'10". He guessed her weight at around 165, but there was little fat or flab. She had taken very good care of her body.
When his mind took in the size and swell of hr tits, he reminded himself that this was his daughter. She must have felt him staring at her. She lifted up her head and looked at him with that bitter defiance she had shown lately. "I asked you to clean up the house yesterday. I come home and find a sink full of dirty dishes, junk all over the living room and the master bathroom a mess. Honey, I know you have been going thru a rough time. But one of the conditions of you staying here was that you would abide by the rules of the house." She looked at him. "I said I would clean up. I just haven't gotten around to it yet." It wasn't what she said, but more the way she said it.
Harvey had to control his temper. Otherwise he would have reached across the open space and slapped his little girl. But she wasn't little any more; she was a grown woman who should know better. Harvey started to smile. His smile caught Gracie off guard. Daddy only smiled like that when he knew he had the upper hand. She involuntarily shrank back from the blow that always followed this mood. Harvey never said a word. He only smiled even more as he poured another cup of coffee. He walked over to the table and Gracie didn't know whether she should stay or run to her room as she did when a child. She flinched when her father reached out his hand. Instead of the blow she expected he caressed her hair and his hand slid down along her face to her chin.
They stared into each other's eyes for a long time. Suddenly he bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "You are still my little girl and I love you very much. I know it hasn't been easy for you. I'm really sorry that things didn't work out with you and Kevin. But you are in my house, under my roof and under my rules." His hand squeezed her chin. His eyes grew cold and Gracie remembered all too well what used to take place when he became angry. "Gracie! Clean up this house before I get home tonight. If you don't, when I come in I'll give you a good old fashion ass whipping like I used to." Gracie shivered. The ass whippings she used to get were all done with her completely naked. She tried to joke it off.
"Daddy, I'm not a little girl any more. Surely you don't think that you can strip me down and whip my ass the way you used to? Look at me Daddy. I'm a grown woman with a woman's body." Her smug look told him that she really thought she had him where she wanted him. Never taking his hand from her chin, he smiled back at her. "Yes my darling, you are a grown woman. And I do notice that you have grown a lot since I had to spank you last. But if you think that I'm not serious, try me." His voice was cold and hard. What scared her was that he never dropped his smile. He took his hand from her chin. Kissing her again on the forehead, he said, "have a good day dear. And don't forget, clean up this house." With that, he picked up his jacket, grabbed his briefcase and went out the door.
Gracie spent the next half-hour sitting at the table staring into her empty cup. How dare he threaten to spank her, she was not a child that could be told to do this or that. She was a grown woman with a woman's mind and a woman's body. She would show him. He wanted this house clean huh; well he could do it himself. She was not going to clean up one thing. Having made up he mind, Gracie went up to her room. Standing in front of the big door mirror, she opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Like she did every day, she examined her breast. Gracie was very conscious of her body and inspected it every day. She rubbed, squeezed and probed as her doctor had shown her. She felt no lumps that were suspicious, but noticed that her nipples were hard and pointy. She looked down at the rest of her body.
The dark color of her skin left no indication that she enjoyed sunbathing in the nude. Unlike women of fairer complexions, she didn't tan. Her eyes stopped at the bald spot between her thighs. She had decided to shave her cunt months ago hoping that it would excite her boyfriend. Instead, he told he it turned him off. But she knew that was only a reason he gave not to fuck her. But Daddy would be surprised if he stripped her to spank her. Her hand traveled down to rub her growing stubble. It was prickly and itched when the hair began to grow back. She needed to shave it. Her hand lingered on her puffy lips. Daddy threatened to spank her. She remembered him saying, "I know this hurts honey but Daddy loves you. To make sure you grow into a proper woman, I am going to spank you whenever you're bad."
She bit back tears. "Oh Daddy! I need someone to love me." She thought she would find love with the guy she had moved in with. But instead she found him in their bed fucking the teenager from down the block. She remembered the last time she received a spanking for being bad. She couldn't remember just what she had done, but she knew it had been bad. She remembered her father coming into her room. He held the strap in his hand. "Strip young lady!"
Daddy never got into a talking match with her when he spanked her. She would get a spanking and there was no need to talk about it. She was sixteen and already her body was beginning to fill out. She thought she saw him looking at her body before he grabbed her by the hand and wailed her bare ass. Daddy gave a no nonsense spanking. It was designed to sting. He never left marks of any kind on her backside. But she was unable to sit for hours afterwards. That time he not only spanked her with his belt, he also spanked her with his hand. She remembered how he hesitated between each slap. And he always squeezed her cheek before he delivered the next blow. Years later as she was watching an X-rated movie, she saw a woman get spanked in just that way. She always wondered if her father had gotten turned on feeling his daughter's young ass quiver and bounce as his hand slapped it.
She thought about how the woman in the movie had been turned on by the spanking. Her moans had turned to whimpers. The man stopped spanking her and began to rub and squeeze her ass. That was the same way Daddy had done her. She tried to remember if he had been hard when he got up and walked out of the room. She was sure he had been. Did he leave because he wanted to do more than spank her? He had went into his room and locked the door. She knew cause she tried to open it. His voice sounded strained as he told her to go to bed.
Gracie stood before the mirror. Her mind was lost in memories. She didn't realize that her fingers had burrowed into the soft folds of her pussy lips. Her fingers were fanning the flames of her passion. It had been awhile since she had a man. Not since before she left her boyfriend, had she felt a hard dick pushing it's way up into her pussy. She missed the feeling so much; she had been taking out her frustrations with her trusty dildos. "Will you really spank me Daddy? Will looking at my woman's body get you excited? Do you really love me Daddy? Would you satisfy me like the man in the movie satisfied that woman after he spanked her?"
Her mind was working overtime. She had denied herself her daily dose of masturbation pleasure this morning. She had awakened before her father and she knew the noise of her cumming would be heard in the quiet house. Her fingers were no longer enough. She flung herself down on the bed. Reaching in her night table, she pulled out her dildo. She also grabbed her vibrator.
