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Daddy, I've been a naughty girl

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Nov 16, 2009
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Samantha waved silently to her boyfriend as he pulled out of the driveway and silently pushed open the front door. Quietly as she could, she closed the door behind her and glanced nervously up the stairs. Her father hadn't exactly given her permission to go out tonight; she had taken that upon herself when she snuck out her bedroom window to meet her boyfriend for a college party. At 17 years old she shouldn't need her father's permission anyways.
So, taking off her boots and taking a deep breath, she began to climb the stares, wincing each time the leather of her pants made a noise or the stair underneath her creaked. She had to get upstairs and into her bedroom without waking up her father.
 
[OOC: Note to mods and readers. I've already cleared this with her player, so I'm not godmoding her character here.]


She almost had a heartattack when the top stair gave a particularly loud creak and then she realized she couldn't hear the light snoring that usually issued forth from her father's bedroom, the sound that told her it was now safe to sneak out. Diving into her room in case her father had awoken and might come to check on the noise, she could only hear the pounding of her own pulse as she stood their leaning against the inside of her bedroom door. Leaving the lights off so they wouldn't leak under her door and give her away, she began to undress.

Taking off her leather pants quietly in the dark wasn't easy, but she'd had plenty of practice. Soon her bustier and bra followed suit. Her panties had to come next because she was wearing them on the outside of her garter belt and stockings so she could take the panties off without unhooking the garter belt. (Her boyfriend liked her to wear fishnet stockings when they were doing it, so she wore them even when she wasn't wearing a skirt or dress.) She was bent over, her panties down around her knees when suddenly the lamp beside her bed turned on!

There sat her father, in his bathrobe, waiting on her bed to catch her! "Don't stop now," he told her. "Finish taking off your panties and get over here. You're in for the spanking of your life."
 
She hesitated still, bent over with her panties between her knees, unsure what to do. An irrational part of her brain told her that this was all a nightmare, that she really had fallen asleep after her and her boyfriend had fooled around in his backseat. To test this theory, she pinched the inside of her leg and closed her eyes for three seconds. When she opened them, she thought faintly, he would be gone. But when she opened her eyes, her father was still there, still staring at her expectantly and she felt cold fear shoot down her spine.

"D-daddy?" she asked softly, trying to catch on to what he had said. "What are you doing in my room?" The look in his eye was something she had never seen before and it terrified her. The fear caused her to push her panties the rest of the way down, but she didn't move an inch more.
 
His gaze speared her with a stare that promised terrifyingly unspecified disaster if he didn't receive instant and complete obedience. "Far more to the point is what were you doing not in your room for the last several hours, young lady. Now I said to get your butt over here for a spanking. You just doubled how many times you're going to be spanked by not obeying. Would you like to go for triple?" He hadn't spanked her in years, not since her mother died, and she hadn't had a bare ass spanking from him since she first got her period, but he obviously had decided that he had spared the rod and spoiled the child.
 
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