This is my first story on here and I hope for those who enjoy this genre that it reads well and provides some adult entertainment. I reached the stage where I needed to stop tinkering with it and get it submitted and hopefully pick up some useful feedback.
All characters are over 18 and it is a work of fiction
Emily; Now & Then
NOW
With a gentle sigh of satisfaction Emily sat down at the wooden picnic bench which Daddy had built at the bottom of the garden. The bench was shaded by a large umbrella so she took off her sunhat and unclipped her straight, sleek auburn hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. The not-so-white t-shirt and shorts which clung to her body, showed all the evidence of her hard work amidst the soil, the flowers and the shrubs.
In the summer sun the garden was looking lovely and very, very green. Daddy had said that watering the plants would never be an issue in Scotland and he was not wrong. Things grew quickly here on the west coast and the battle with the weeds was unending.
Her old garden back in Malibu may have had more exotic flowers but it could also be very dry and care was needed as untended plants could quickly die. In the weeks prior to that day when her Daddy came for her she knew she had been guilty of ignoring the work required to maintain it.
Today though, she was on top of it all and she hoped this would earn some praise from Daddy when he returned from work later in the afternoon. Being his "good girl" was important to her.
With her gardening completed she looked around, mentally checking her list of tasks and making sure everything had been taken care of. All the tools were cleaned and put back in the hut in their proper place and all the cuttings were placed in the compost barrel.
She examined her bare arms and legs to make sure there were no signs of sunburn. She had applied the high factor sun screen as Daddy had instructed and she wanted to be sure that she hadn't been careless.
Slipping off her sandals she walked barefoot across the lawn, enjoying the feel of the lush grass. She caught sight of her reflection in the full glass window of the patio and took a moment to appraise what she saw.
Standing at a little less than 5' 6" her figure had now returned to the slender, athletic build of her mid-teens. She knew that her skin had also regained its smoothness and had a healthy glow. She pivoted slightly to assess her profile and was pleased to see her bottom was tight and shapely and her perky 32B breasts sat perfectly. Not even her grubby clothes could hide their appeal.
Before entering the house she took one more look at the pretty garden. She felt a pang of guilt about her old garden. Sadly it was just one of many things that Emily had allowed to let slide before Daddy came for her.
THEN
Her Daddy had flown over to California from Scotland earlier than she had anticipated. He had found out just how badly things were falling apart in Emily's world and he decided it was time to intervene.
At first Emily wasn't too concerned about her Daddy's visit to her house in Malibu. Too bad if he was unhappy because it was Emily's life and he was just going to have to live with that.
He had stood there on her doorstep. 6' tall, medium build, short brown hair and a close cut beard with little flecks of grey. His skin was pale compared to Emily's but typical of a Scotsman unused to the sunshine that Emily enjoyed in California.
Her Daddy was a ruggedly handsome man with a warm sense of humour and an easy, confident, personality. Today however his anger and disappointment with Emily was clearly evident in his green eyes and his body language showed the rage that had been building up since he had decided to come and see her.
The fact that Emily had answered the door at 1:00pm, bleary eyed, dressed in last night's clothes and smelling of last night's booze hadn't helped his temper.
She had thought his visit would just turn out to be a quick vacation with trips to the beach; see the sights and hopefully an expensive little shopping trip to finish off before he headed back to Scotland.
She would reassure him that everything was fine since Mum had left on her tour with the theatre company and that he could go back to Scotland without worrying about her.
However, after a quick hug on the doorstep Daddy had wasted no time in confronting Emily about what had been happening.
As they stood in her living room he let loose. He seemed to know everything. He knew about her dropping out of college and her failure to find any meaningful or regular employment. He knew about the drinking and partying, the slow change in her group of friends from those she had grown up with to her new crowd. Emily thought they were edgy. Daddy said they were "a bunch of freeloading cunts."
Swearing was just a part of everyday language in Scotland and the way they used certain swear words often confused her. But that day it was pretty clear.
"This house is a fucking pig sty and you? You are a fucking mess!"
The state of the house reflected Emily's attitude over the last few months, untidy and uncared for.
Her immediate response of telling lies and making excuses to cover it up died in her throat when Daddy held up an iPad. Slowly he swiped through all the evidence from a variety of social media accounts. She had thought about trying to remove her online stuff weeks ago, to delete as much as she could. But her recent "Who gives a fuck?" attitude had prevailed and now Daddy had seen it all.
Everything was there and it wasn't pretty. She tried not to cringe when she was forced to look at the pictures. They told the story of a girl slowly losing her self-respect. Abandoning the values instilled in her by her parents. Since they separated 10 years ago they had both worked hard to fulfil their roles and her current wayward behaviour would have affected them deeply.
Emily tried to put together a case for how she would turn things around and how it was her life and she would make her own decisions. After all he had let her spend the last 10 years in the US with her Mother so he just couldn't turn up now and judge her.
But her Daddy wasn't in any mood for excuses.
"We have a flight for the UK at 11:00am tomorrow, be packed and ready to leave here at 7:00am."
"Fuck you Daddy," thought Emily. You can't come here and tell me what to do.
Then, "Fuck you Daddy," a defiant Emily said out loud.
Daddy gave her no time to even think about the consequences of her outburst.
With a few quick strides he was on her, grabbing her arm and twisting her around.
He dragged her over to the sofa and pulled her over his knees. One strong hand on the small of her back pinned her down on his lap while his other hand roughly dragged down her shorts and then her panties....
With her shorts and panties gathered around her ankles she wriggled as her Daddy started to spank her. Each smack was hard and despite Emily's squirming they landed perfectly on her bare bottom.
After the initial shock she yelled at him to stop it but her shouts were ignored as his anger boiled over.
Emily was about to swear at him again when the pain really started, and the burning of her cheeks brought tears to her eyes. She started to sob, whimpering "Stop it Daddy! I'm too big to be spanked!"