You come home late one evening. I have been waiting up for you. You try and quietly walk in the house, but I hear you. I surprise you at the front door.
"Where have you been young lady?" I'm standing arms crossed in front of you as you try to get upstairs to your bedroom.
"Just out with friends dad. It's not a big deal." You attempt to get around me, but I block your path.
"You were supposed to be home three hours ago. We talked about this. And what the hell are you wearing?" I step back and scan you up and down. You are wearing a very short skirt that I am certain will not cover anything if you ever have to Bend over, and a button up shirt that is tied in the front, and none of the buttons are being used. It is immediately apparent you are not wearing a bra to cover your tits.
"Everyone dresses like this now dad. It's not a big deal. Besides. I'm 18 now, and you can't tell me what I can or cannot wear. Can I please just go to bed now? You can punish me in the morning." You again try to push past me to get upstairs to your room, and I again block your path.
"I don't think so young lady. This is the last straw. We have talked about your staying out late, and now you're dressing like this. You need to be punished. Now!" I grab your arm and pull you into the living room. I am seeing red, and unable to let your attitude go this time. I sit down in the middle of the couch, and pull you across my lap. You are not ready for this, and are unable to catch yourself before you fall across my thighs with a thump. The sudden movement causes your exceptionally short skirt to fly up revealing that you are not wearing panties either. My blood is boiling at this revelation. I raise my hand high above my head bringing it down swiftly and powerfully against your completely naked ass.
"Ow! Dad what the hell?! You can't do this! I'm an adult!" You scream at me, as you try to get up, but I hold you in place and deliver a second blow to your other cheek. "God dammit dad! Stop it! You're hurting me!"