If you have read Part 1 then you know what's happening.
If not, then this is what is happening. The "Now" section sees Emily in the present day, staying with her Daddy in a cottage in Scotland. The "Then" section deals with Emily's back story whereby her Daddy has travelled from Scotland to California to collect his wayward daughter and they are now flying back to Scotland.
Part 2 continues in that mode, resuming where both sections left off.
If you haven't read Part 1 and don't want to read Part 1, don't worry. I won't take it personally.
All characters are over 18 and while they are fictional they do wear face masks, wash their hands and observe social distancing.
Now
Emily comes in from the garden and enters the cottage's spacious kitchen. She loves the kitchen with its big island in the middle and the table where she has breakfast each morning with Daddy. The kitchen is important to them both because this is where they plan and cook their meals. Daddy had decided that he and Emily both needed to eat healthier and so it became something they planned and did together. They have fun trying to create their own Tex Mex/So Cal/ Scottish fusions that somehow avoids chips, French fries and fried chicken.
Three of the kitchen walls consist of the original stonework from the cottage while the fourth wall is a floor to ceiling glass window which looks over the patio and their garden. Beyond the garden wall and out over the water they can see the Isle of Arran. Next month Emily and Daddy have planned to get the Ferry over to the island and explore it on their bikes.
The cottage started as a renovation project for Daddy and some colleagues from work. When it was completed Daddy bought out his colleagues' shares and moved in. He had been staying here for about 10 months before he came for Emily and now he rented out his city apartment in Glasgow.
Much of the original stone walls and wooden ceilings of the old cottage had been saved and restored and, where possible, they had installed glass walls which ensured that rooms which would previously have been dimly lit now benefitted from lots of natural light.
The cottage had two large adjoining buildings which had also been renovated and now formed part of the new building. On one side there were previously stables and on the other side was a storage facility for farming equipment. The stables had been converted to provide a large bathroom which contained a small sauna and a large shower. What Emily liked best was the large jacuzzi which was just perfect for her and Daddy. The storage room had had been converted to provide two large bedrooms and an office.
In the kitchen Emily looked again at the breakfast table. It was a solid country-style wooden table and that very morning her Daddy had bent her over it. He had lifted her white cotton summer dress, pulled down her white cotton panties and spanked her bare bottom until it burned red. Emily had earned her spanking by pouting and being petulant when Daddy had told her he might need to work late.
She had muttered "Don't hurry back on my account."
It wasn't a harsh, punishment spanking but more like one of Daddy's "keeping Emily in line" spankings. They still hurt and turned her bottom crimson but they were not as physically painful as the punishments.
Now Emily bends over the kitchen table, her hands gripping the sides as they did that morning, and closes her eyes. She feels again the smooth wooden surface on her cheek and she slowly and gently grinds her pussy against the corner of the table. Daddy had been about to leave when she had made her sarcastic remark. He didn't say a word. He pushed her down, bared her bottom and spanked her.
He must have seen her wet pussy and he would have known what she was longing for, would have seen her raise her hips up, wanting him. He had his daughter pinned helplessly on the table and he could have taken her. He could have done whatever he wanted.
But instead Daddy had left there in her shame, slumped over the breakfast table, his handprints red on her cheeks and her pussy lips wet and glistening. Her need for him exposed. Only when she heard the front door close did Emily move herself off the table and pull up her panties.
