Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Daddy is really strict when it comes to what I wear. Every day, he inspects my outfit and I can’t leave the house without his approval. The other day, I snuck out when he wasn’t home. I was wearing nothing more than a tight black tube top, a matching skirt that barely covered my ass, and sheer black thong. All was well until my idiot brother saw me with a much older guy and told Daddy about it.
Daddy was waiting for me when I got home. “It’s just an outfit, Dad.” I said, as I walked past him to get to my room. “Just an outfit?” He stated, furiously. “This isn’t a game, Amber. Stop being a little bitch.” I cackled and he grabbed my wrist, holding me back. “Turn around.” His face was stone cold as he said it. I hesitated. “What? Why?”
Daddy, No!
Daddy looked me in the eye with the most fury I had ever seen. “Turn around.” He commanded, through gritted teeth. I knew what that meant. “Daddy, please!” I tried bargaining with him, knowing deep down that it wasn’t going to work, before ultimtely turning around and bending over his knee.
Daddy lifted my skirt up to my hips, exposing my bare ass. I winced, preparing myself for the inevitable sting. Daddy raised his hand high in the air and spanked me hard enough that I yelped. “Daddy, no!” I started to cry. “Eyes in front,” he barked. Another swat, then another, then another. Daddy’s palm rhythmically hit one ass cheek, then the other. The heat spread and humiliation seared hotter than the pain. I’d never been so aware of my body.
“Stop,” I whispered, desperate to run to my room. I knew he was embarrassing me for existing beyond the realm of his control. When he finally stopped, my ass was nearly purple and felt raw to the touch. I stood up, pulled down my skirt, and looked directly at him. “You’re ridiculous,” I said, with a hint of defiance. “A monster.”
He nodded, satisfied. “You can call me whatever you want, Amber. It’s not going to change the fact that you broke the rules.”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
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