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Daughter Discipline (Ryanmo97+Fancy)

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"About time school let out..."

A relieved sigh came from Melanie as she picked up her bag. The final bell of the day had come just in the nick of time, as she was itching to get out of the class and head back home. She was 18 years old in her senior year of high school. She wasn't the best of students, sometimes falling asleep in class or showing up late, but she managed to keep her grades high enough to pass. Despite her tendency to slack in her studies, she was a rather beautiful young woman. Her long chestnut brown hair reached down past her shoulders, and her gorgeous hazel eyes seemed to glow with the sun. At the moment she was wearing a simple pink tanktop with a pair of tight blue jeans, along with a pair of white sneakers. She ignored the stares of a few male students as she headed out of the room. She was rather popular with the guys, though she had never found one that she was interested in. They all seemed so stupid, only thinking with their dicks.

She walked to and from school everyday. She never really wanted to get picked up my her father, whom she lived with. Her parents had gotten a divorce a couple years back, and they were constantly arguing on who would get custody over her. She didn't really care for either, but she ended up with her father. Of course, they didn't necessarily get along at home. Most of their conversations consisted of bickering over the littlest things, like what she wanted for dinner or about her grades. She let out another little sigh as she spotted her house up ahead. She knew he would be home. It was just going to be like any other day at home. She stepped up and pushed through the front door, closing it behind her. She made sure to head straight for her room, not really wanting to run into her father.
 
Ryan Morris
Age: 43
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan Morris had a pretty good life. He had a very successful company, a nice home, a nice sized bank account. The only blemishes was his failed marriage and his daughter. His wife was a workaholic and divorced after their 15th wedding anniversary because she would rather work than celebrate. Ryan ended up with custody of their daughter, Melanie, because the judge thought he would provide a more stable home life.

Ryan tried to do that, but ever since the divorce, Melanie, had been hard to live with. Her grades were slipping and he was at his wits ends. He was in his home office doing some paperwork when she came home. Ryan came out of his office and saw her walking up the stairs, "Melanie... Come here... We need to talk..."
 
"Damn, not fast enough." she thought to herself. She didn't move from the stairs, though she did turn her head slightly to look back at him. "Hmm? Is there any reason I have to walk back downstairs just to talk? I can hear you fine from up here, so what do you want?" she muttered. If anything, she really just wanted to relax on her bed, or maybe talk to someone on the phone for a while. Still, she knew she wouldn't be getting anywhere with her father following her around. He wouldn't leave her alone until he had made his point.
 
Ryan walked up the stairs to look his daughter in the eyes, "We have a lot to talk about. For example, you are graduating from High School, barely... What do you plan to do with the rest of your life?" Ryan had been giving his daughter's future some thought. Without her knowing it he had started some plans for her future, but the answer to his question would change Melanie's life forever...
 
She kept her blank expression on her face even as he approached her. It was clear to see that she didn't have a lot of respect for him. She grumbled a little at his words. He had been bringing up this topic so many times now. It had gotten so dull for her a long time ago. "Plans? You think I've been actually thinking of a career?" She chuckled a little to herself. "Doesn't seem I have much of an example in youwhen it comes to a job. Seems Mom was always better with maintaining her work, so if I ever thought about getting a career, I'd rather ask her about that."
 
Ryan kept himself composed as she spoke. He wanted to hit her for what she was saying but he couldn't do that... yet... "So... You don't have any plans for college or to get a job? You just plan on living with me for the rest of your life or until you find some other guy to take care of you..."
 
"College?" She let out another little sigh. This was so annoying talking about educational things like this. She got enough of it from her teachers and counselors at school. "If it has to come to that, I'll just have to go to the closest and cheapest school. Simple as that. Course, I'll be expecting you to pay off my fees as always. That's just how it is right?"
 
Ryan shook his head, "You know... That is it... I can't take this any more, Melanie... Your life is about to change dramatically...." He took Melanie by the hand and took her down to the basement. He pressed some buttons on a keypad next to the door, the door opened, and they walked inside. Inside was a large bed and a large cabinet on the other side of the room. There was also a pair of shackles hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room and a pair of shackles resting on the floor embedded in the concrete floor.
 
Melanie seemed rather annoyed with his answer. That certainly wasn't what she wanted to hear. In the past, she was able to get away with insulting him like this. "What are you talking about?" She would have turned to head straight for her room, but she felt him take her hand, not letting go. "Hey! What do you think you're doing? Let go of me!" As much as she tried to fight, he was clearly stronger than her. While she struggled, she was led into the room, one she had never seen before. The sight of the shackles rather worried her, and she could only wonder what she was doing down here. "Didn't you hear me?! Let go of me now!"

(Just a heads-up: I'm usualy okay when it comes to shackles and the like so long as it doesn't get too extreme.)
 
"This is your new home, Melanie," said Ryan as he pulled her to the center of the room. He put her arms and legs into the shackles. "I'm tired of your attitude. I've tried to do every I could to give you a happy life and that might have been the problem. You are spoiled, Melanie, but now that is going to change. From this moment on you are no longer my daughter... You are my sex slave..."
 
His words only added to her worry. "New home? What the hell?!" She couldn't believe there was something like this in her home. It was just absurd! Of course, her struggling continued as he managed to place her in the shackles. "G-get me out of here now!" Her expression had started to change a little. She was starting to look very fearful now, especially with his last words. "W-what?! No! Let me go! I don't want this!"
 
Ryan walked over to the cabinet and took out a large pair of scissors. "That's too bad... I'm tired of having a lazy, spoiled daughter... and since you're not willing to change your ways, I'm changing them for you. Now, since you are now a slave, you no longer have the right to wear clothing." He then started to cut her tank top off.
 
Her struggling had died down just a little bit, knowing her shackles were holding her down really easily. She watched him walk over to the cabinet, pulling out the pair of scissors. Her eyes widened even more in fear as he started to approach her, and her struggling continued. "No! Stay away from me! Don't do this!" she cried, trying to move away as he began to cut into her tanktop. She could feel the the scissors brushing up against her skin, and as he went on, she shivered a little from the cool air in the room.
 
Ryan cut each strap and then down the front and soon the tank top fell to the floor. He then knelt down and removed her shoes and socks "From now on, if you wear clothes. I will give them to you. Otherwise you will remain naked and ready for me to fuck you..." Then he started to cut her jeans off,
 
Her tanktop was soon tossed aside, revealing her pink bra underneath. Next were her shoes and socks. The only things left were her jeans and panties. She couldn't believe he was telling her all this, and he looked serious too. "Y-you've got to be kidding me! You can't do this!"
 
Ryan then cut he jeans off leaving her in just her bra and panties. "I'm not kidding you and I can do this. No one will expect a thing. I'm going to tell your mother and your friends that you ran off to Europe to be with a secret boyfriend you met on Facebook." Ryan walked around her and smiled. "You look so much like your mother..."
 
Her body shivered a little as she was only left in her bra and panties now. She was hating him more than ever now. She couldn't believe he would even think of doing something like this to her. "Y-you think that's going to work?! That obviously sounds made up!" She tried her best to cover herself up as much as possible, though that was hard with her arms and legs shackled down. "S-stop this now...y-you'll regret this!"
 
"How are you going to stop me?" he said. Then, he snipped each strap of her bra and between the cups and soon her breasts were free of her bra. Then, he placed the scissors in the waistband of her panties on each side and soon they fell to the grown at her feet. Ryan then started to walk around his daughter's naked body, as she hung from the ceiling by her arms. He smiled... "How do you feel?"
 
She glared back at him as he continued to taunt her. As much as she hated it, she knew that he was right. With the way she was shackled up, she couldn't possibly do anything to get out of there. She gritted her teeth tightly as he looked over her naked form. She tried to push her legs together to cover up her untouched sex. She was clearly annoyed with how he was going about with this. "What kind of question is that?! You should know how much I want to tear your face off!"
 
Ryan smiled, "I thought as much..." he walked over to the cabinet and took out a large wooden paddle with three holes drilled in the end and put the scissors away. "Now, my dear, it's time to punish you for all the back talk and other problems you put me through for the last 18 years. Your mother didn't want me to hit you... But your mother's not here now..." Ryan stepped behind her and lightly tapped her ass with the paddle a few times. Then, he wound up and smacked her ass hard with the paddle. A loud "THWACK!" Echoed through the dungeon.
 
Melanie grumbled a bit to herself as she watched him. She wasn't liking that look he had on his face as he walked towards the cabinet once more. Her eyes were fixed on the large paddle that he had pulled out, starting to circle her once more. She tried to move away from him as he lightly tapped her ass with the paddle. "S-stop it! Don't you dare!" She gritted her teeth tightly as she saw him wind up, bracing herself. The sound echoed loudly in the room as he smacked her ass. She was unable to hold back her pained gasp, which echoed as well. Her body shivered as the stinging sensation stayed with her. Her ass had started to turn a light pink also.
 
Ryan then walked around so he could face her. "Now, are you going to be a good girl and do what I say or do you want 17 spanks just like you received." Ryan then walked behind Melanie and tapped her ass with the paddle while he awaited her answer.
 
Melanie was panting softly as she tried to recover from that. Her ass was really stinging now, and he was just walking around her so proud. She couldn't stand him right now. She didn't think she deserved anything like this. she grumbled a little at his words. She didn't want either. "Hmph. You think I'll let you have your way? I don't think so!" she muttered. She knew it would get her some spanks, but she didn't want to give in to him.
 
Ryan then wound up and spanked her again. He paused a moment between each paddle. He didn't say anything as he spanked her as 16 more times, for a total of 18. Her ass was quite red. Then he walked back in front of her and said, "Now, are you going to be a good girl and do what I say or do you want 18 spanks just like you received."
 
She braced herself once more for her spanking as he pulled back. The sickening sound as it smacked her echoed loudly once more. She cried out in pain with each one, trying to struggle out of her shackles, but to no avail. He had finally given her 18 spankings, coincidentally one for each year. Her ass was so red now, and she found it hard to keep standing up. Her eyes had teared up a little from the spankings as well. She felt if she had anymore of those, she'd bleed. "Tch...p-please stop this..."
 
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