Authors note:
This is my first story on Literotica, so please forgive me, if it is not up to your standards, however, I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it.
Sunday Punishment
Glancing at the clock I finish my email as quickly as possible, before rinsing my coffee cup and heading out the office as quickly as I can, without outright running... Standing in the elevator down to the parking garage I righten my tie and smooth down my dark blue suit, before smoothing over my hair and jokingly winking at myself in the elevator mirror.
While I walk over to my black two-seater I run through the things I need to do until Josie comes home: Give one last tidy, make sure her room is stacked with towels and Prepare Dinner. Getting into the car, I take a deep breath of the leather smell of a new car, turn the key, and exit the garage before starting the 25-minute drive to my house in the suburbs.
I use the time to think through all the moments that led Josie to move in with me. 12 years ago, I met her mother Sarah at a work conference in San Francisco and after a wild night, we exchanged numbers and I visited her in Palo Alto, where she lived at the time. We got more serious and after a year of dating, I relocated to Palo Alto and moved in with her and her daughter Josie.
It was amazing, Sarah is an extremely smart and hard-working woman, so we never ran out of things to talk about, sex was great, and raising Josie with her, whose dad had checked out on all wishes to build a relationship with his daughter, was truly amazing. Right up until the moment it was not.
See, she hadn't really wanted Josie as she was more of a career woman, but had always made sure that Josie was taken care of. That however changed when Josie turned 16 and Sarah was now confronted with the kid becoming a woman and she did not take it well.
She started imposing ridiculous rules, such as not wearing skirts or tank tops anywhere (not even in the house), even though Josie was the picture-perfect student and person: Top Grades, Never breaking a curfew or coming home drunk.
In the beginning, I tried talking to her about it and trying to reason with Sarah, but she didn't want to hear anything, so I tried supporting Josie as best as I could (with me not being her legal guardian, that was quite hard).
When Josie graduated high school at 18, she decided to volunteer for a few months at her grandparents' care home on the east coast, and as soon as she left I realized that the house without her was just empty. I and Sarah had nothing in common besides work and we split not 4 weeks after Josie moved to Florida.
I left Palo Alto and returned to the San Fran area, this time to Oakland, where I started building my own (now successful) real estate business.
I turn on the indicator as I pull into my street, breathing in deeply. Josie's Text said that she would be here in 30 minutes, leaving me time to quickly get ready and start preparing dinner, she must be hungry after the 4h drive over from Palo Alto.
Inside, still in my slacks and business shirt, but without the tie, I immediately start preparing her favorite dinner: Chicken Alfredo. And not 20 minutes later the doorbell rings, I rush over and pull the door open and my jaw hits the floor.
The year on the east coast treated her well, her auburn hair has grown and now reaches nearly the middle of her back. She is wearing a flowy summer dress, perfect for the Summer heat. My staring gets interrupted by her 5,3 frame flying towards me, and her legs wrapping around me. My arms instinctively hug her to me, as I try to process when she became not just pretty, but stunning!
Luckily I find my voice and say "Hi Josie, I am so glad you could make it, come on in". She lifts her hand from my shoulder and I reluctantly put her down as she giggles and says "Of Course Daddy, I can't wait to spend my summer with you, before starting my course at Berkeley in a few weeks!" I shortly tense at the Nickname, but decide to ignore it as best as I can.
I head to her car and keep talking to her over my shoulder: "I prepared your room for you and once you are settled in, Chicken Alfredo is waiting for you!" The smile that spreads over her face at that, I wish I could bottle up. She jumps in joy before grabbing the last bit of her stuff and following me inside.
I lead her upstairs: "This is my office, the next door down is your room and opposite that is my room. Let's get you settled in."
She squeezes my arm and says "Thank you, daddy!" My steps falter slightly, but I shake myself internally: This is not a big deal, just because she hasn't called you daddy since the age of 10, it isn't weird and you will get used to it! With my thoughts sorted out, I drop off her suitcases and we agree to meet for dinner in 20.
During dinner, we talk about the last year and how sad it is that her mother forbade her from visiting and how much she enjoyed the volunteering work, and that she cannot wait to become a nurse. I tell her about my business and that I am going to work from home for 3 days a week now so that we can spend more time together, which seems to please her immensely.
At 10:30 she starts yawning profusely, so I look at her stern "Josie, You had a hard day, I think it is time for bed", completely forgetting that she is now over 18 and in fact fully able to make her own decisions.
When she doesn't move immediately, I realize and back paddle "Oh sorry Josie, I fully forgot. Please be patient, I am clearly getting old. Of course, you can stay up as long as you want, I would just recommend not sleeping too short."
But she shakes her head and says "No Daddy, this is your house, your rules and I will do my best to follow them. Your rules were always a lot more reasonable than mums!"
I smile at her, thinking and saying "I am so proud of you Josie, You are such a wonderful young woman, but before you fully agree to that, you know that this will come with Sunday Punishments, right? You can back out now, but not later. So think carefully."
She swallows and for a moment doesn't say anything and my heart nearly stops. But she clears her throat and says "I know." At that, I nod and say "I am very proud of you for choosing that, now off to bed."
She smiles and says "Yes Daddy, I am already on my way. Good night and I will see you tomorrow for breakfast." I nod and say "Yes, Angel. Go on, I will clear up." She gives me a quick kiss and skips off to bed.
Washing the dishes I question myself, what was I thinking. Sunday Punishments is something I invented when Josie was younger. On Sunday, she would have to atone for whatever "sins" she had committed during the week, this meant it never distracted her from school and she would never miss out on any Meetings with Friends on Saturday.
Let's say she had lied on Monday, that would then mean she would have to do an extra chore on Sunday, as that was the cleaning day. The kind of punishment would depend on the severity of the grievance. The punishments were not allowed to impact anything outside the household, as I don't believe that social punishments would actually deter her from committing the grievance again.
But how do you punish a 20-year-old? Cleaning Sunday does not exist anymore, as I have a Cleaning Person for that...Yawing, I realize that this will have to be solved on another day.
Over the next few days, we find a rhythm. Breakfast together, before I start work in the office and she suns and reads outside by my pool. We have a quick lunch together before she helps 2h at the local care home and I finish off work, before making lunch.
Everything is absolutely perfect, until Thursday morning when I start work and she seemingly forgot to plug in her headphones, but I loudly hear music blasting through the house. Giving me an absolute heart attack. I rush over to her room and turn it down, leveling her with one look, before returning to work.
During Lunch she apologizes multiple times, saying that her Bluetooth headphones ran out of charge and disconnected and how it wasn't her fault. I calmly explain to her, that the punishment for this will be on Sunday and that she needs to pay more attention to the appliance's battery because if I would have been in a meeting with a client, it could have cost me a lot of income.
Her lip starts quivering at that and she throws herself at me, sobbing into my shirt "I am sorry Daddy, please don't be angry!"
I stroke her silky hair and reassure her "Babygirl, Daddy isn't angry, but you do understand that it can not happen again and that you need to be punished, right?" She lifts her head and her big eyes find mine as she nods weakly: "Yes..." I smile at her and let her off my lap, before turning my head to the laptop and saying "Good, Babygirl I will see you at dinner."
After she leaves the room, I keep staring at the screen but don't get anything done. Because I just can't seem to think about anything else other than Sunday. How do you punish a 20-year-old?
Every Idea I come up with seems insufficient. Until the moment where my brain finds the idea: "spanking". I pause, could I really spank Josie? Is this not entirely backward. So I keep searching, but as my brain refuses to come up with anything, I open google and check what the internet has to say.
After two hours of reading, it seems that the wide consensus is: "Punishing someone over the age of 18 is very hard and Spanking is Sometimes the only option."
