A Lesson Learned

I’ve been a very, very bad girl lately. I’ve been walking around half dressed, teasing my brothers and sneaking out. My daddy has warned me what will happen if I don’t straighten up, but I just ignore him. I’m Daddy’s Princess, he’s not going to do anything to me! I have him wrapped around my little finger and I always get everything I want. But.. I think I’ve take it too far. I came out of my room the other night dressed in a short blue jean skirt and bikini top, ready to go out for the night. Daddy took one look at me and demanded that I go change. I laughed and started to walk away when he grabbed my arm. “I’ve warned you, Ashton”. He drug me to the living room, sat on the couch and pulled me over his knee. My skirt went to my waist and my panties went down to my ankles. When the first slap of his hand made contact with my bare ass, I let out a shriek and tried to get away, but that wasn’t happening. He put a leg over the back of my legs and held me in place to take my spanking. Each smack hurt worse than the one before, and I just knew my ass was blood red. When he finally released his hold on me, I stood up and put my hands on my ass. My skin was hot and tingly. I raced up to my bedroom to look at myself in the mirror. I could see my daddy’s hand all over my ass. I caressed my aching skin a little, wincing. A little while later, I came out of my room…. dressed more appropriately this time 😉