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A weekend away leads to another world.
Don't spank me." I begged.
"Does a good girl look at what you did?" He crossed his arms. "It's not like you have a choice. Well, I guess you do. Either move out today or get a spanking when I come home. I have to go to work." Daddy whisked out the door. It was 6 am and he wouldn't be back for 12 more hours. I pushed him and his threat out of my mind. By the time he got home, he would be cooled off.
I went upstairs and got on my stair stepper. I stepped for 40 minutes and got a good workout. I have a great round butt from three years of stair stepping, which keeps my 110 pound 5'6" frame firm. I'm a curly haired blonde with blue eyes and C breasts for those who want to know. But most of you who like spanking like to hear about my butt instead, and, as I've mentioned, it is round and, oh, it is firm and makes plenty of men and some women turn around to get a second or third look.
After my workout, I showered and dressed. While I put my panties on, I had an absurd thought that I would be spanked later. I started obsessing about spanking a year ago and have had numerous fantasies about a man dominating and spanking me. This has never really happened in real life, hey, I'm only 19 and my sexual experiences so far have been vanilla as they say. I just never thought my first adult spanking would be from Daddy. I couldn't imagine he would be too rough if he actually followed through.
What do you wear for your Daddy when he is going to spank you? I decided to wear a shorter skirt--something he could just flip up and bare me quick with. I didn't want to wear jeans or pants: if he had to struggle taking them down and then saw my front side while doing so I would die of embarrassment. I wore a white blouse, put on some makeup, and went about my day looking at spanking sites online and then studying an hour before Daddy got home.
I heard his sedan pull up and ran downstairs. Daddy walked in the door with a small plastic bag from Wal Mart.
"What's in the bag, Daddy?" I said. I wanted to distract him. Maybe he would forget about the whole thing.
Daddy said, "Go upstairs and wait for me in your bedroom."
I hurried up the stairs and waited a half hour. My stomach churned as I listened to him walk up the stairs slowly. He walked in my room with the bag, crinkled the plastic, and took out a package with a wooden hairbrush.
I gulped. "You aren't going to spank me with that?" I said.
"Of course I am. You write on and on in your stories about being spanked with the backside of a hairbrush. How can you think that is erotic?" He sat on the edge of my bed and patted his lap.
I laid face down across his lap and looked at the carpet. "This cannot be happening," I thought. "Just a dream."
I felt the fabric of my skirt being tugged up slowly. Then I felt his fingertips reaching into the waistband of my white cotton panties. Full seated panties, of course. "No! Daddy you can't spank me on the bare!"
"That's what you write about and that's what you are going to get." Daddy said. "I am going to give you a good bare bottom spanking, young lady." He then proceeded to spank my bare bottom with his right palm. A sharp rapid series of spanks that were more shocking and brisk than painful. He focused on the lower half of my bottom. I didn't feel pain but plenty of shame and humiliation. I tried to keep my thighs squeezed together so he couldn't see anything but then he applied the hairbrush, and that was extremely painful and noisy.
WHAP WHAP WHAP. It astounded me and I failed to keep my thighs together any more. I struggled to keep my composure but started out let out gasps and squeals. "Please Daddy! No more!"
"We are just starting." He gave me a sharp series of spanks all over the bottom and upper half of my butt. He also gave the top of my thighs a few smacks.
My butt wiggled back and forth so much that my panties had dropped from my thighs down to my ankles.