EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS 18.
16 + 2 = 18!
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Michael slapped another brush full of paint onto the wall, carefully working it in to the lumps and bumps of the textured paper. He was getting tired now and his temper was starting to wear thin with his daughter Susie.
"Susie... you've got paint all down this bit here, I told you not to get it on the wood, that's going to be a right pain in the arse to get off now!"
On the other side of the room, Susie huffed loudly, slapping paint ever more randomly and messily onto her bedroom wall.
"Are you listening to me?"
Susie turned and glared at her father.
"If you don't like it then do it yourself, I didn't want to paint the stupid walls anyway."
"No, cos you've got so much better things to do... like getting into trouble with your friends and hanging around the streets in the freezing cold weather."
"Better than being here," muttered the girl.
"What did you say?" Asked her father, agitated with her tone.
"Nothing..."
Michael sighed, Susie was such a nice girl until she turned 16 a couple of years ago. Since then she seemed to have become a complete nightmare.
"Oh... fuck!"
Michael turned around to see his daughter standing in a pool of paint next to her overturned can.
"Oh for Christ's sake Susie! Go and get a rag... and turn that can the right way up before any more gets on the carpet.
Susie bolted out of the door leaving a trail of red footprints across the bedroom carpet.
"STOP!" Bellowed her father. "Take your damn boots off and come back here."
"Shit..." muttered the girl, as she looked behind her and saw what she'd done.
She unlaced her shoes and walked nervously back into her bedroom. Suddenly her teenage 'attitude' deserted her and she felt like a kid again, she knew she was in trouble and her first instinct was to fall back on playing at being Daddy's girl like she used to when she was naughty, but somehow she knew that probably wasn't going to work now.
Michael watched as she walked bare-footed back into the room, Susie stood no more than 5' 2" and at nigh on 6' he towered over her.
"Why are you giving me so much hassle lately girl?"
"Susie looked up at her Daddy through her blond fringe.
"Dunno..." she mumbled.
"Don't care, more like!" Corrected her father.
"Cos you treat me like a kid..."
"You are a bloody kid."
"No I'm not!"
"Oh really... and, what's that?" Michael said peering at a 'bruise' on her neck.
"What?"
"There, on your neck, that mark?"
"It's..."
"I know perfectly well what it is my girl. And you can consider yourself grounded for a week."
"WHAT!"
"You heard me, I'm sick of your behaviour - you can stay in and do some chores for a change."
Susie turned to leave, tossing a barely audible 'Fuck you' over her shoulder as she did so.
"Come back here!" Bellowed Michael. "Right now!"
Susie stopped in her tracks, she hadn't heard that tone from her father in a very long time and the last time it had been the precursor to a very sore bottom.
"Get here NOW!"
Susie wasn't risking that and stepped out of the door. Within a few seconds she felt her father's hand grab her wrist and pull her back into the bedroom.
"I told you to 'come here'!"
"Owww!" Wailed the girl twisting her arm to try and break her father's grip.
"Oh shut up, I haven't even touched you yet..."
Susie felt herself being pushed down over her father's lap, she tried to struggle but her slight frame was no match for her father's powerful arms.
"Stop struggling, you're only making it worse for yourself."
Susie continued to wriggle for a moment or two and then gave up, it was clearly a lost cause and she slumped, defeated. As she lay there she started to get a little scared, waiting for her punishment to begin.
"You've really tested my patience these last few weeks girl, well, no more..."
The first few hits were relatively painless, cushioned by her thick jeans, but Michael soon realised this and reached under her to undo her button. Susie squealed and started struggling again.
"You can't even feel it can you? Well you're not getting away so lightly. Either you can pull your jeans down or I will, and if I have to do it then you're getting twice as many smacks... so what's it going to be?"
Susie stopped struggling, she certainly didn't want her punishment doubling.
"Okay..." she conceded.
Michael let the girl stand up and watched as she obediently undid her jeans and slid them down from her waist. Beneath them her tight white panties hugged her lower body closely, outlining her sweet, young pussy... the sight was enough to calm her father's anger and instead turn it to lust.
He roughly pulled her back down across his lap and hotched her forwards until her ass was sticking up in the air, her cheeks slightly separated to allow a good view of her cotton-clad pussy.
He breathed in sharply as he ran his hand over his daughter's taut skin, licking his lips as he felt the blood filling his cock. He moved his fingers closer to the middle of the girl's ass and heard Susie sigh as his fingers touched the inside curve of her crack.
"The little bitch wants it," he thought to himself, feeling his cock pressing against his own jeans.
He stroked the girl's ass a couple more times and then brought his hand down sharply, leaving a red mark on the girl's ass and causing her to cry out. He stroked her ass, soothing the skin where he had struck, before repeating the action.
As he continued to warm his daughter's ass cheeks, he felt her hands grab his leg and squeeze tighter each time he spanked her.
"Nooo, Daddy... stop, please! It hurts." Susie blurted through her tears.
Michael whacked her ass a couple more times before Susie pushed a hand back to prevent her ass being punished any more, but this only served to infuriate her father again. He swept her hand away, then swiftly applied eight more harsh smacks to his daughter's tempting rump.
Susie turned to look back at her father, peering through her mess of blond hair, her eyes red and streaming with tears, she begged him again to stop.
Michael looked down at her and resumed stroking her ass, soothing the tender skin.
"Are you going to be a good girl now?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Are you going to do what Daddy tells you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Are you sure, cos if you don't behave yourself Daddy is going to get very cross with you."
"Yes Daddy, I promise."
"Good girl, now... let's see if Daddy can make you feel better."
Susie felt her father's fingers slide between her legs and gently rub her pussy through her knickers.
"Does that feel better baby?"
Susie instinctively squeezed her legs together and was rewarded with a ringing slap to the top of her thighs.
"Don't disappoint me Susie, you said you were going to behave and do as Daddy told you... or perhaps we should just carry on with your punishment instead?"