Jennifer pulled up to the house and my stomach was instantly in my throat when I saw that the living room light was still on. There was no way around it; I was going to be in so much trouble. Two hours past my curfew, and it wasn't even worth it.
We were supposed to meet some guys that we had met at the concert earlier that night. Jennifer had gotten the tickets for my 18th birthday which was the next day, well since it was after midnight I guess I was technically 18 now.
We were both virgins and we knew what the guys wanted to do to us but we just never could bring our selves to get out of the car. We parked multiple times but always ended up driving away soon after. We both chickened out and just drove around all night. I knew I should have just gone home but I Was trying to get up the courage to knock on the door of the four hot older guys that would have gladly taken our virginity.
I thought for sure that my dad would have fallen asleep long before I was supposed to be home but that light in the window meant he would be sitting right inside the door waiting for me.
I looked over at Jennifer and told her goodbye with tears in my eye. It would probably be weeks before we could even talk again. I wasn't sure what my dad was going to do but the last time I was late I got grounded for a month and I was only 30 minutes late.
As I tried to open the car door my hands were shaking at the thought of what was waiting for me once I walked into the house. I stepped out, closed the door and watched as Jennifer waved and drove away.
Making my way up the path to door a hundred excuses were formulating in my head but I knew none of them would save me.
I slid my key into the lock slowly, trying to be quiet, telling myself that there might be a chance that he just forgot to turn the light off when he went to bed. A small part of me believed it but in reality I knew better, he never left lights on.
Just as I was about to turn the handle the door swung open. "Get your ass in here now." my dad said in his deep angry voice, standing there in nothing but his boxers. I could see how mad he was by the swollen veins in his muscular arms and neck.
"Where have you been? It's 2 in the morning. Go to your room, I will be there in a minute after I lock up." He yelled and slammed the door.
I ran up the stairs terrified of what was going to happen when he came to my room. He usually made me sit at the table while he lectured me and decided my punishment. This was different and it scared me to death.
I sat on my bed, hugging my body pillow, wondering what he was going to do.
Then I heard him coming up the stairs and I was so scared I thought I might pee my pants. My door burst open and there he stood, filling the door frame with his large body.
"Why do you do this?" he said stepping into my room. "I don't like to punish you, why can't you just be a good girl like you used to?"
"I'm sorry daddy, I don't know why I stayed out so late, and I deserve to be grounded daddy." I said as tears rolled down my cheeks.
"That's not going to work this time, I obviously need to do something different to get the point across. You just got ungrounded two weeks ago and you are only getting in more trouble." He said then stood there staring at me with his arms crossed over his chest.
"What can I do to get you to respect the rules around here? Maybe I should spank your ass like I used to when you were younger. Is that what I need to do?"
"No, daddy, please I promise I won't do it again, please don't spank me, daddy." I whimpered, terrified at the thought of his big hands swatting my ass.
"You don't want me to do that huh?"
"No, daddy, please don't spank me."
"Stand up, bend over and pull your jeans down to your ankles." He said firmly as he watched me wiping my tears away.
"Bbb...but daddy," I was stunned and could barely breath enough to udder the words.
"Now!" He said, so loudly that I jumped to my feet without even thinking.
It had been years since he had spanked me; the last time I remember it was seven years ago when I was eleven.
I started to pull my pants down and remembered that I was wearing a thong, and it was a sexy one. My dad didn't allow me to wear them but I had a few that I kept at Jennifer's house for special occasions. I was instantly mortified, embarrassed and shaking with fear as I pulled my pants down.
I had my pants around my ankles waiting for him to tell me what a bad girl I was and how ashamed he was that I dressed like a slut but nothing happened. He was just silent and still. I wanted to look back and see what he was doing but I was too scared to move. It seemed like an hour passed before he finally made a sound.
He cleared his throat and said, "This is going to hurt and I'm sorry but you need to learn your lesson."
Suddenly I was feeling the most intense pain I had ever felt in my life as his hand smacked my ass. He spanked me so hard I almost fell forward but he caught me with his other hand around the front of my waist. He pulled me back towards him and held me tightly against his leg then smacked my ass repeatedly. I lost count after about six; he seemed to pause between each swat as if he were letting me feel each one fully before delivering the next.
When it finally stopped he stood there holding me bent over against his leg as I cried in pain. After a few minutes of my crying he pushed me over onto my bed without saying a word.
I finally had the courage to turn and look at him. When I turned I could swear I saw him holding his penis through his boxers but when he saw me turn he quickly left my room and closed the door.
I quickly dismissed the thought and told myself that my vision was blurry from crying I must have been mistaken. I laid on my bed for a long time balling my eyes out from the pain. As the tears dried up and the crying stopped I began to relive the experience in my mind. Why didn't he say anything about my panties? And why would I even think that I saw him holding his penis? And why would I think it was hard inside his hand? I thought to myself. Why would I imagine such a thing about my dad?
Again, I dismissed the thoughts as I stood up and examined my red ass in my full length mirror. I could see his entire hand imprinted on my ass and could almost count the swats from the welted outlines of his big hand and thick fingers.
When my head finally started to clear from the shock of what just happened I began to wonder what else my punishment would be. I really wanted to go talk to my dad and find out but it would have to wait until tomorrow because he had to work early in the morning.
I showered and climbed into bed. Lying in bed my head was filled with questions about what just happened. How long would I be grounded? What was he going to do about the panties I was wearing? Why did he just leave my room without saying anything?
The next morning I woke up to the pain of my bruised ass as I rolled over in bed. As soon as my eyes opened all the questions rushed back into my head. I jumped up out of bed, instantly regretting my quick movements as my ass reminded me of the welts from my daddy's hand.
Limping past my dad's room I noticed that his bed was left un-made and his room was a mess. That was very unusual because he always made his bed before work every day. He must have slept in and it was my fault that he went to bed so late.
I felt horrible and decided it was only right for me to clean his room and make his bed for him. His boxers were lying right inside the door and some used tissues were on the floor next to his bed. I hope he isn't sick, or was he crying because he was so upset over my misbehaving? I made his bed and did my best to tidy his room up like he usually kept it.
When I was finished I limped my way down stairs I found a note sitting on the kitchen counter.
It read:
