The story of a horny daughter and her submission to her Daddy
The Wilson's were an average couple. Don is forty-one, Betty is thirty-nine. They have an eighteen-year-old daughter, Chloe. As sometimes happens after twenty years of marriage, they've grown apart. Betty feels neglected by her husband and disrespected by her daughter.
Who could blame her? It's been two months since she and Don last had sex, six months since he took her out to dinner. Yes, he had a physically demanding job and always came home tired, but what about on his days off? Couldn't he find some time for her, instead of working on the car he was restoring?
Chloe never did as she was told to do or argued about doing it. Even doing something as simple as cleaning up after she ate was beneath her; forget about asking her to do a load of clothes.
One day Betty had finally had enough. Sitting in the living room, she came to a life-changing realization; she no longer loved Don and had come to despise their daughter.
That night, at supper, she announced, "Don, I don't love you any more. I'm leaving and want a divorce."
Don looked at her, stunned, his mouth hanging open.
Chloe smirked, thinking, "Good, she won't be bossing me around any more."
"But who's going to maintain the house?" he asked.
"Is that all I am to you anymore, a housekeeper?" Betty screamed, "Teach our lazy daughter how to do it!"
She got up from the table and called her parents, giving them the news and asking if she could stay with them for a while. They granted her request and asked when she'd be there.
"I'll catch tomorrow's Greyhound bus, I should be there the following day," she said.
The following morning she went to the bank and withdrew five-thousand dollars, almost half of their savings, then went home and packed her things. Later, she called a taxi and left her home of nearly seventeen years, vowing never to return.
When Don came home from work, the house was silent. Chloe wasn't home. He went up to their bedroom and found Betty's closet empty as well as her dresser drawers. At that moment, he realized that he had two choices, either hire a housekeeper or make Chloe do the housekeeping.
He sat in his recliner and thought about it. The easy choice was to hire a housekeeper. Then he realized that he had been too lax in disciplining Chloe and that she was now an eighteen-year-old brat.
"That has to change." he thought, "If she wants to act like a little brat, I'll treat her like one."
Later that night, when Chloe came home, she asked, "Where's Mom?"
Don replied, "She was serious, she left us. You're an adult, and you're going to take over the household chores. You're the woman of the house now."
"You've got to be kidding, Dad," she smirked.
"No Chloe, I'm not kidding. You are going to keep the house, cook meals, do the wash, and anything else I tell you to do," I said, "If you don't, there will be consequences."
"I'm not going to do any of that. I'm a teenager, I want to have fun with my friends!"
Don smacks her ass as hard as he can, yelling, "You will not talk to me like that and will do what you're told! When you disrespect or disobey me you will get your ass spanked or worse."
"Daddyyyy," she whines, "I'm not a child. You can't spank me like that!"
"You'll get that or worse when you act like a little brat!" he states, "It's up to you, take care of your duties as woman of the house and I'll treat you like an adult; act like a little brat and I'll treat you like one."
Looking at the floor, she meekly says, "Okay Daddy."
"Now, go get ready for bed, you have a busy day tomorrow."
An hour later, Don is on his way to bed when he notices the light seeping under Chloe's door. He opens it and sees her lying on her bed, still in her street clothes, messaging on her phone.
"Get up," he says sternly.
She stands as he sits on her bed.
"I told you to get ready for bed an hour ago. Why are you still in your street clothes?" Don asks.
"Daddy, Lucy and I always message each other before we go to bed," she replied.
"Chloe, listen carefully. I told you to get ready for bed. That means changing into whatever you wear to bed, not messaging back and forth for an hour. From now on, when I tell you to get ready for bed, you will change into your night clothes and your light will be off within fifteen minutes. During that time you may message Lucy but the messaging ends when the light goes out. Do you understand what I expect?"
Chloe looks at the floor and quietly says, "I understand, Daddy."
"Good. Now lay across my knees so I can punish you for not changing into your night clothes."
She complies. Don lifts her skirt and lays it on her back, then gives her panty-clad ass a hard smack.
"Ow," she yells, "that hurt!"
"It will only get worse if you continue to be a brat," Don says, "Now, get changed and go to bed."
I leave and retire to my bedroom.
Chloe falls asleep and dreams of her Daddy spanking her.
At 5:30 am, the next morning, he shakes her awake. "Get up and come with me. It's time for you to start learning your responsibilities."
She follows him to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Do you know how to make coffee?" Don asks.
"Yes, Daddy."
"From now on, Sweetie, you will set your alarm for 5:45, get up, and make coffee so I can drink some before I leave for work at 6:30 on weekdays. Weekends, you can stay in bed until 7:30."
"I understand the schedule, Daddy." she says and starts the coffee maker.
"Today I want you to wash, dry, and fold or hang all the dirty laundry. During the wash and dry cycles, you can mop the floors. I'll stop and get Chinese food on the way home for supper."
When the coffee is ready, he gulps down a cup, finds his thermos, and fills it, then heads for the door, saying, "See you later, Sweetie!"
Chloe gathers up all the dirty clothes, sorts them, and starts a load of whites. Returning to the kitchen, she pours herself a cup of coffee and sits down at the table. As Chloe drinks the coffee, she realizes that Daddy had called her 'Sweetie'. She thinks, "That's what Daddy used to call Mom, until about five years ago. Daddy also said I'm the woman of the house now. I wonder if he wants me to replace Mom."
Chloe snaps out of her musings, finishes her coffee, and heads for the laundry room. She moves the stuff from the washer to the dryer and then puts the next load in the washer. She grabs the mop and bucket, returns to the kitchen, and prepares to mop the floor. She notices that there isn't much floor cleaner left in the bottle, so she pours half into the water in the bucket and starts mopping.
When Chloe finishes mopping the kitchen floor, she goes back to the laundry room and hangs or folds the clothes in the dryer. She moves the things from the washer to the dryer and puts the last load in the washer. Returning to the kitchen, Chloe finds the floor has dried. She pours another cup of coffee. While drinking it, she realizes that she has to make a decision. Do I mop the dining room or the living room? There's not enough floor cleaner for both. She dumps the dirty water from the bucket into the sink, then rinses and refills it, adding the last of the floor cleaner.
She decides to mop the living room, so she takes the mop and bucket there. Having never been there when her mother cleaned it, she just mopped around things instead of moving them. When she finished, she took the mop and bucket back to the kitchen, dumped and rinsed the bucket and took them back to the laundry room. The second dryer load was ready, so she folded or hung everything and transferred the last washer load to the dryer
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An hour later, she checked the dryer; the clothes were still damp. 'The other two loads were dry after one cycle,' she thought, 'The dryer must have broken.'
Chloe left the damp load in the dryer and went to her room to take a nap. When she woke, it was almost time for her Daddy to come home. She went down to the kitchen and set the table. A few minutes later, he comes into the house carrying the Chinese food.
"Hi sweetie, how'd it go today?" he asks as he lays the food out on the table.
"I had a few problems, Daddy," she says, "let's talk about them while we eat."
