Author: Jason Scott 
Title: Dirty Panties Punishment Part II
Part: 2 of 3
Summary: Samantha was being punished for putting on dirty
underwear.  Find out what happens when she does it again.  She
expects the same punishment; she gets something much worse.
Keywords:  Voy, ENF, Mg, humil, reluc, preteen

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This is Part II of `Dirty Panties Punishment'.  You
can read this as a stand-alone story, but I recommend reading
Part I to understand how father and daughter got to this point.
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Jack sat at the table eating his breakfast, looking frequently
towards his daughter in an attempt to make eye contact.  Sam just
looks down at her cereal bowl as she stirs the last few pieces of
Fruit Loops around the puddle of milk.

"I think it's time we address the elephant in the room," he says
as he breaks the awkward silence.

Sam lifts her head and scans the room.  She scrunches her
eyebrows, knowing full well there was no elephant in the room. 
She turns to her father in bewilderment.

"It's a figure of speech."

"Oh. I've never heard that one."

"We need to talk about what happened last night."

"Are you mad at me Daddy?"

"Mad at you?  God no.  I'm mad at myself.  I shouldn't have let
it happen.  It was wrong for me to let it go as far as it did."

"Who says it was wrong?  I don't think it was wrong."

"Well, I'm sure there are several laws on the books that say it
was wrong."

"Well the laws should be more concerned about the videos I can
download from the internet, then what we do in the privacy of our
own home.  Do you know what kind of filth I can access in about
thirty seconds on this."  She waves her phone in the air to
emphasize her point.

"Which reminds me, I'll be putting blockers back on your phone
and computer today as well."  She folders her arms and starts to
pout.

"I can't say that I completely disagree with you, but we really
need to discuss what happened last night."  He paused, as he
doesn't want her to stop from being curious, but ultimately knows
it's the right thing to do.  "I don't think it's a good idea to
use our own bodies for anatomy or biology lessons anymore."

"Okay Daddy."

"Okay?"  He was shocked that he didn't get any protests from the
girl that will protest nearly everything.  She'll protest
something as simple as how much toothpaste should be used to
brush your teeth.

"If you have questions, we can sit down together and find an
appropriate answer on the internet."

"If you say so Daddy."

"Which doesn't include porn."

"Fine," she responds in a subdued voice.

He wasn't sure what just happened; it was unlike her to concede
so easily.  He hopes that what happened last night didn't
traumatize her.  He cautiously pushes himself away from the
table, as if he was backing away from a cornered tiger.

*****

The first half of the week was fairly benign, with the usual
routine of school and work during the day followed by homework
and finishing reports in the evening.  He continued to look for
signs that something might be seriously wrong, as she was
unusually quiet the next couple of days.  It wasn't until
mid-week that all returned to normal.

"Daddy?"

"Yes honey."

"You said I could still ask questions about..." she paused for a
second.

"Yes, you can ask me anything you want.  If I can't answer it,
then we can search the internet."

"Okay."  She tries to muster the courage to ask her question. 
"Meghan said that girls my age can have orgasms, just like men."

He tries not to snicker, but at the same time he shakes his head
as it's hard to believe some of the conversations twelve-year-old
girls have in this day and age.  "Well, the questions of what age
a girl can have an orgasm has been debated forever.  But a girl's
orgasm isn't like a man's."

She tilts her head, not fully comprehending her father's
explanation.

"Well, I guess there are similarities.  Our bodies react very
much the same way, but women don't ejaculate sperm, only men can
do that."  He continues to get nothing more than a deer in the
headlights look from his daughter.

"I suppose you want to go to the tape," he jokes as he points to
her phone, which always seems to be in her hand.

"Can we please."  She unlocks her phone and opens her browser. 
"What is the passcode to unlock the parental blocker?" she asks
innocently.

"Nice try; I don't think so."  He grabs her phone and enters the
passcode while trying to shield the code from her.

They sat together and searched for videos that would explain the
female orgasm in a more clinical process.  After several
unsuccessful attempts to avoid porn, he gave up and just let her
watch a couple videos of women having orgasms.

"So, I can do that too?"

"I don't see why not.  You're reached puberty, though some say
girls could have orgasms way before that."

"You mean I've been missing out?"  Sam jumps off the couch and
runs down the hall towards the bedroom.  Though he would very
much like to watch his young preteen daughter in her first
attempt to masturbate, he thought best to give her some privacy
on this.  He waited up to well past his usual bed time before
retiring for the night.  When he entered the bedroom, his
daughter was fast asleep, curled into a ball on her side of the
bed.  He had no idea if she was successful or not, but would wait
for her to raise the subject when she was ready.
*****

Friday finally rolled around and Sam was sitting on the couch
watching cartoons when she was startled by a big crash at the
front door.  She jumps up and rushes to the door and looks
through the glass window.  She instantly opens the door as she
sees Jack picking up a bottle of wine that dropped out of the
grocery bag.

"Daddy, you scared me.  What's with all the noise?"

"Sorry honey, I dropped the bottle of wine.  I'm so glad it
didn't break; we need to celebrate."

"Celebrate?  Celebrate what?"

"You know that account I was telling you about?  Well they just
signed the multi-million dollar contract I have been working on
for weeks."  Sammy didn't really understand all the intricacies
of big business but she knew this was a big deal.  She started to
jump up and down cheering and then jumps into his arms and wraps
her arms and legs around his body and squeezes.

"Congratulations Daddy.  I'm proud of you."  She lays a big kiss
square on his lips, which gets his attention.  It was at that
moment that his daughter is fully back to her old self.

The two spend the evening celebrating the victory.  They start by
cooking a fancy dinner, he was well into his second glass of wine
before any food reached the table.  They ate while he talked
incessantly about the huge account, and the corresponding bonus
check he was going to get for signing the contract.  He even let
Sam try a watered-down glass of his dessert wine he had in the
fridge, just so that she could feel a part of the festivities.

"It's getting late, honey, I think it's time for bed," he said as
he downed the last swallow of his fourth glass of wine.

"Okay Daddy, I'm just going to take a shower before bed."

"Go ahead, I will clean up the table and then I'll be up
shortly."

He finishes cleaning up the table and heads up to the bedroom. 
He thinks about what happened last weekend; the effects of the
wine certainly helping him relive that night.  He's partially
disappointed that he put a stop to those activities, but knows
deep down it was the right thing to do.  He knocks on the door to
make sure Sam knows he is coming in.  He hears no noises as he
opens the door to the bedroom.  As he walks in the bathroom door
is still closed so he goes to his desk and fires up his computer
to check on any last minute e-mails.

"Daddy...I'm coming out and I only wearing a towel," she
announces as the door creeps open.

He thought it was strange, she's never come out of the bathroom
without her pajamas; well except for last weekend when he gave
her the wrong sized pajamas.  "Okay, I'm just checking my e-mail,
I won't look."

She walks out of the bathroom and over towards the bed and throws
her dirty clothes on the bed.  "Why, afraid you might see
something you haven't seen before?" she jokes, trying to get his
attention.

He swivels his chair towards his daughter, he notices a smile on
her face.  "No, I've seen all a want to see of that pasty white
butt of yours."

"Very funny Daddy."  She doesn't stop her stare at her father as
she grabs her panties from the pile of clothes.  A sheepish grin
crosses her face as she eases one foot into the leg hole, then
the other foot.  She pulls them up and slides them under her
towel, the entire time the two never stopped their intense glare
at each other.

"You little brat."

"What are you talking about Daddy?"

He raises out of his chair and walks over to the bureau; he opens
the drawer and pulls out a clean pair of his daughter's panties.
He walks over to his daughter and tosses them at her, hitting her
square in the face.  "Take off those dirty panties and put on
these clean ones before I get out of the bathroom.  I'm too tired
to deal with you right now, but you can expect a punishment
tomorrow."

"I thought the punishment was that I had to go without panties
for the weekend."

"Put on the clean ones and go to bed."

Several minutes later he comes out of the bathroom ready for bed.
 His daughter is in bed, still with a smirk on her face.  He
shuts off the lights and gets into his side of the bed.  He puts
extra emphasis on arraigning the pillows between them, ensuring
she understood there was a boundary between them.

It wasn't long before he was fast asleep, a product of a long
stressful week capped off with a full bottle of wine.  It wasn't
long that he started to dream; a dream that was very vivid.  He
dreamt that he was with a woman and that she was stroking his
cock.  He dreamt that she straddled him and was about to impale
herself on his rigid cock.  He then felt her hands on his chest
as she started to ride him.  The dream started to become a bit
bazaar as the hands pressing down on his chest were not in
proportion to the adult woman in his dreams.  He dream stops
suddenly as he opens his eyes.

"Sammy, what are you doing?"  With the light from the bathroom
illuminating nearly the entire bedroom he could see his naked
daughter straddling him.  His cock was removed from his pajama
pants and was fully erect.  She was sitting on his cock, the tip
poking out from between his daughter's pussy lips as she slides
back and forth.

Though she didn't stop, she knew she was busted, "Sorry Daddy,
you usually sleep like a rock.  I wanted to know how your thing
felt against my kitty.  It's really soft, but hard at the same
time."

He couldn't stop her either, he just let her continue with her
ministrations.  "I thought we agreed we would not do this
anymore."

"Actually, you said you thought it was a bad idea.  I didn't say
I agreed."

He was dumbfounded by her tactics, he feels like she was playing
him all week.  He looked down one last time, noticing that his
daughter's mound was completely bare, unlike last weekend.  The
view along with the dream, or perhaps reality, of the foreplay
was starting to build into a final release.  "You're going to
have to stop doing that."  Indicating for her to stop grinding on
his manhood.

"But why?  It feels good."

"Because I'm about to cum."

"Go ahead, it's going to go on you and not me this time."  She
indicates that his cock was pointing away from her and aimed
towards his chest.

"Oh really?"  He's not sure what came over him, but he couldn't
take it anymore.  He quickly grabs her and tosses her to the bed.
 She squeals as he flips over and straddles her.  He grabs her
wrists and with one hand pins them down onto the bed over her
head.  He then grabs his cock and starts to stroke it, hovering
precariously over her face.

"No Daddy, not again.  Not in my mouth, that's gross.  Please
Daddy."  She could do nothing but turn her head, knowing she was
at his mercy to do whatever he wished.

"Here it comes..."  She squints her eyes and squeezes her lips
tight together in anticipation of what is about to hit her.  Just
as he is about to shoot his first load, be slides back and
presses the tip of his cock between the preteen's developing
tits.  The first load shoots out all over her chest, spraying
only up to her neck.  A puddle of semen forms in the small
crevasse of her throat.  The second and third rope follows the
first as he continues to pump his cock.

Fully spent he falls to the bed, still panting from the intense
orgasm.  "You are very fortunate that I have a heart.  I could
have made you swallow it if I wanted you to."

"EW, that would have been gross."  She too was spent, breathing
heavy from the experience.  "Thank you for not cumming on my
face."  She starts to play with the thick liquid, rubbing it on
her chest and eventually on her tiny nipples.  "This stuff is
gross; I don't know why women like playing with this stuff."

"What women?"  She didn't respond.  "Did you guess the code to
unlock the blocker?"  Again, silence from the other side of the
bed.

"I need to wash this stuff off."  Sam gets up and runs to the
bathroom before he could grill her further.  Luckily, when she
came out of the bathroom he was fast asleep again.  She could
avoid telling him how she guessed the code, at least until
morning.  She puts her nightshirt and panties back on and crawls
into bed, and falls quickly asleep just like her father.

***** Sam wakes up, the morning light creeping through the slit
between the shades.  She rolls over but notices her father's side
of the bed was empty.  She then feels her bladder screaming at
her, so she slides out of bed and heads into the bathroom.  As
she sits on the toilet she starts to think about all the things
she did to disobey her father.  She wasn't sure what the day
would bring, but she knew some form of punishment was imminent.

She finishes her morning business and opens the door to the
bathroom, as she steps into the bedroom she stops dead in her
tracks.  She looks across the room and sees one of the dining
room chairs in the middle of the room.  She looks up and sees a
large shadowy figure standing behind the chair.

"Daddy!  You scared me half to death, what are you doing?"  She
reaches back and flips the light switch, illuminating the entire
room.  She looks back down and on the seat of the chair sits one
of her hairbrushes; the one with a long handle and a big,
slightly rounded brush head.  Without speaking he reaches down
and picks up the brush, walks around the chair and sits down.

"What is this all about Daddy?"  She asks the question, but in
the back of her mind she knows he isn't about to brush her hair.

"Since you haven't learned from the last punishment that it is
not okay to put on dirty panties, then I feel that I have to
resort to a higher level of punishment."  He motions with his
finger to step closer.

She knew what was coming.  "Daddy, you haven't spanked me since I
was...like...ten."

"You haven't blatantly disobeyed my rules, two weeks in a row,
since you were...like...ten," copying her words, but in a very
stern tone.

"I'm sorry Daddy, it was just a joke.  I thought you would just
make me go without panties again for the weekend.  If I knew..."
He stops her gravelling by raising his hand; she knew to stop
speaking immediately.

"Lift up your nighty."  She wasn't sure why he was asking her to
do that, but she complied.  She reached down and grabs the bottom
hem of her nightshirt and pulls it, barely exposing her panty
covered pussy.

"Higher; all the way up."

"What for?"  She asks, but continues to lift the shirt higher;
she stops just short of exposing her tiny preteen breasts.

"This is part of your punishment."  He places the brush across
his lap and then reaches out and tries to grab the waistband of
her white cotton panties.  Sam drops her hands and steps back,
preventing him from hooking his fingers inside her underwear. 
Though less than ten hours ago she was naked and grinding on his
cock, she felt self-conscious of her father pulling down her
panties, especially in the context of receiving a punishment.

"Please Daddy, not on my bare bottom."

He looked straight into her eyes and pointed to the floor
directly in Afront of him, demanding that she return to her spot.
 Again, she knew that further resistance would only bring on
additional consequences.  She steps forward once again.  She
pauses and then reached down and slowly lifts her nightshirt.  He
again reaches out and despite her legs trembling, she doesn't
resist.  He reaches two fingers into her waistband and pulls her
panties down to her knees.

"Would you care to explain this to me?"  He reaches out and pokes
at her soft, bare mons just about her slit; it looked as of he
pushed his finger into the belly of the Pillsbury Doughboy.

"I wanted the hair to be all one length.  I shaved it all off so
it would grow back together."  Her voice quivers, "But I'm kind
of getting used to it now, so I might keep it like this."

He nods, but doesn't respond.  He sits back and taps on his lap.
"Assume the position."  It took several seconds before she could
get her legs to move.  The first step was further complicated
with her panties wrapped around her knees.  To make it easier,
she shakes her legs until her panties fell to her ankles, then
she stepped out of them.  After additional coaxing, she finally
steps to his side and lays across his thighs.  She tries to
adjust herself to get comfortable, but her nightshirt was twisted
in a ball between her chest bone and his thighs.  She pushes
herself up and then pulls the shirt over her head and tosses it
on the floor next to her panties.  She stands naked next to her
father and huffs as she lays back down across his lap.

"That wasn't necessary, but I can't say that it's a bad idea." 
He places his hand on her bare back, putting just enough pressure
to keep her from slipping off his lap.  "Here is what is going to
happen; you are going to get five spankings with this hairbrush."

Sam let's out a deep breath, she was expecting a lot more than
five spanks.  "You will receive five this morning, five in the
afternoon and five before bed."  The air escapes her lungs again,
now it's worse than she was expecting.

"Please Daddy, can you do them all at once...just get it over
with."

"I think my way will have the desired effect."  She flinches as
he places the back of the brush against her bare ass.  "Ready?"

He waited for her to give him some indication.  She takes a deep
breath and grabs the legs of the chair.  She nods her head.

WHACK

The sound of the first blow echoed throughout the room as the
brush makes contact with her left ass cheek.  Without warning he
pulls back and aims for the right butt cheek.

WHACK

Sam's entire body tenses.  She raises her head, lifting her chest
clearly off his lap.  Her ass cheeks instantly start to tingle,
but her brain can't process the level of pain.  She isn't sure if
she should scream or not.

He pushes her back down, before administering another spanking. 
Sam's body shifted slightly, and her soft half lemon shaped boobs
press against his left thigh.  Before she could adjust, another
stroke finds it's mark; half the brush on the left ass cheek and
the other half on the right.

This time Sam screams and reaches back to cover her ass.  "Please
Daddy, no more, that hurts.  I can't take any more."

"Move your hands or you will get five more."  She gives her ass
cheeks a slight rub; tears form in her eyes as she removes her
hands and once again grips the legs of the chair.

WHACK

Once again the brush finds just one ass cheek.

WHACK

The last one being the hardest of all the others combined.  He
drops the brush on the floor and immediately grabs his daughter
and pulls her up into his arms.  Sam starts to sob as she rubs
her glowing red ass.

"I'm sorry I had to punish you, but it was for your own good."

He hugs her tight, rocking her gently while she continues to sob.
 Though her ass is hanging over the side of his lap, he can still
feel the heat emitting against his thigh.  It takes a few minutes
before she stops crying; he wipes the tears from her cheek.

"Daddy?"

"Yes baby."

"I'm sitting on a lump."

They both look down; Sam spreads her legs to reveal a huge tent
rising from his crotch.  The aerial view of the preteen girl's
pussy lips starting to separate did not make the situation any
better.

"Well...I have a sexy naked girl sitting on my lap; I really
can't help it."

She manages to let out a tiny giggles, "I'm not sexy."

"Now why would you say something like that?"

"Because...my feet are too big, my legs are scrawny and I have
the smallest boobs in my class."  She puts a hand under one of
her boobs and lifts it in an attempt to make it look bigger. 
"And all the boys in my class think I'm goofy."

"Well, those boys are going to be in for a rude awakening in a
couple years.  I bet you are going to be a hottie in high school,
just like your mother was.  Those stupid boys are going to
drooling all over you."  The comments elicit another giggle from
the naked girl.  "I mean literally, they will be drooling all
over you.  They're going to want to ask you on a date and you
will be so beautiful that all that will come out of their mouths
is drool.  It will be so bad you're going to need a shower
after."

"Ew, that's really gross Daddy," she says as she starts to ease
herself off his lap.  Her ass brushes across his knee which makes
her wince.

"Go lay on the bed and I will put something on your butt that
should help with the burning."

"I can't lay on the bed.  I can't sit, I can't do anything."

"Lie down on your belly silly, I'll be right back."

Sam walks over to the bed and flops down face first.  She takes
out her phone and opens the camera app.  She tries to take a few
pictures just to see how red her ass really is.  After a few
minutes she yells, "Daddy, what's taking you so long?"

"I'll be right out, just a minute...I...I can't find the cold
cream."

Sam smiles, she has a pretty good idea what her dad is really
doing in the bathroom.

"Found it," he states as he opens the door, a tube in hand.  He
sits on the bed next to his naked daughter; he pauses, admiring
the view.

"Will you stop staring at me and just put that on; my butt is
still burning."

He opens the cover and squirts out a daub of the cream on each of
her ass cheeks.  He eases his hands down, ensuring that he
doesn't put too much pressure on her soar ass.  As the cool gel
spreads around the smooth round mound the little girl starts to
coo.  She moans and lifts her ass to encourage her father to
continue his ministrations.

"Okay, I think that should do it for now."  He pushes himself off
the bed, mustering all his will power to not continue further. 
"Let that sit for a minute and then get dressed.  You should put
something comfortable on.  It's going to be really warm out today
and we need to do some yardwork."  He heads towards the door,
leaving his naked preteen daughter to deal with the many
sensations that is flowing through her body.

***** "What do you want me to do first Daddy?"

He finishes filling the lawnmower with gas just as his daughter
steps out onto the deck.  He turns around and his heart skips a
beat as his daughter stands at the edge of the deck wearing a
tiny sundress that barely goes to her mid-thigh.

"Um...Um...well, I was going to have you weed the flower beds
while I mow the lawn.  But I'm not sure you are dressed for
weeding.  Why didn't you put shorts on?"

"Because my butt is still soar."  She gives him a look as if to
say `duh'.

"Okay, well, just be careful when your weeding."  He looks around
his back yard, somewhat relieved that his property is well
secluded by fences and trees.  It was something he made sure of
years ago as his late wife loved to sunbathe in the nude.

"Why is that Daddy?  Afraid somewhat will see my red butt and
start asking questions?"  She chuckles as she grabs her gloves
and tools and heads towards the flower beds.

He shakes his head and then turns his attention to the lawnmower.
 He pulls on the starter cord; the lawnmower comes to life and he
starts making passes up and down the length of his property.  He
is nearly half way done the back yard when he glances over to see
how his daughter is making out.  He stops in his tracks and let's
go of the safety lever, the lawnmower's engine sputters to a
stop.

"Sammy?"  She doesn't acknowledge him.  "SAMMY!" he yells louder.
 Sam turns around and pulls an earbud out of her ear.  "Why
aren't you wearing any panties?"  He couldn't believe his eyes. 
His daughter is on her hands and knees weeding the flowerbed and
her extremely short sundress has crept up, revealing her entire
back side.  Her puffy little pussy lips and he now pink ass
cheeks in full view for anyone in the immediate are to see.

"Um, duh Daddy...it's my punishment."

"I didn't say anything about no panties."

"Well, whether you did or not, I'm not putting any on.  My butt
is burning and the cool air makes it feel better."

He just sighs, not sure what he is going to do with her.  He
scans his property again, reassuring himself that the back yard
is truly secluded.  He shakes his head again and returns to his
task of mowing the lawn.

After a couple hours of knocking several items off the to-do
list, the two take a break.  Sam sits gingerly on the lawn chair
as her father goes in to make some lemonade.  He returns with two
glasses in one hand and the dining room chair in the other.  He
places the chair down in the center of the deck and then hands
the glass to his daughter.  He turns and sits down in the chair
and proceeds to take a sip of his drink.

"Oh god, please Daddy, not out here."  It had just dawned on her,
he is sitting in the same chair he was sitting in this morning
when he gave her the first set of spankings.

"Finish your drink, and when you are ready, you can come over and
assume the position."

"Can't we do this inside?"

"No."  His answer was short and to the point, she knew she wasn't
in a position to negotiate.  "Take all the time you want, I'm in
no hurry."  Tears start to well up in her eyes, she knows the
spankings are inevitable.  She takes a big swig of her drink and
then slowly lifts herself out of her chair.

"This isn't fair.  I was just getting to the point where I could
sit down again."  She walks over to her father, takes a deep
breath and positions herself to his side.  He puts his glass down
and sits back, allowing her to lay herself across his lap.

Sam looks around the chair as if looking for something.  "Where
is it?" she asks.

"Where is what?"

"The hairbrush, isn't that what you are going to spank me with?"

"Well, it appears the hairbrush has gone MIA.  I suppose you had
nothing to do with that."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she tries her best to
hold back a smile.  "So, what are you going to spank me with
now?"

He raises his hand, presenting her with his open palm, indicating
the tool of choice for this round.

"I was afraid of that," she said as she starts to lean down to
get into position.

"Uh hum, aren't you forgetting something?"  He waves his finger
towards the bottom of her dress.

She stands back up and takes a deep breath.  She reaches down to
the hem of her sundress and pulls it up to her chest, revealing
once again her shaved preteen pussy to her father.  She holds her
dress up with one hand as she braces her decent with the other. 
She lays across his lap, her cute little bubble butt sticking
high in the air awaiting its fate.

"Tell me again why you are being punished," he asks.

"You know why..." she snaps back, annoyed that she is being
humiliated like this out in the wide open back yard.

"You're right, I do know why.  But I want to be sure you know why
YOU are being punished."

She huffs, "Because I disobeyed your rule."

"Which was?"

"No putting dirty panties back on after they have been worn."

WHACK!  Without warning his hand lands hard against the fleshy
glob of her left ass cheek.

"Oooowwww," she cries out.

WHACK!  WHACK!  He follows the same pattern as this morning, one
spank to each ass cheek with the third splitting the difference.
She kicks her legs as the burning once again radiates as if a
flamethrower was aimed at her ass.

"I hope you will learn from this."  He states as he rears up and
crashes his open hand down hard on her bare ass once again. 
Without warning he raises up and slaps her ass one final time.

"Please Daddy, no more.  I can't take anymore.  It hurts too
much."  The spanking was so swift, and sever, that she had lost
count.  She didn't realize that this round of punishment was over
as quick as it had started.  He picks her up and wraps his arms
around her, again comforting her as the water works begin to
flow.

After a couple minutes she gains her composure.  She again eases
off his lap and pulls her sundress down, concealing her cherry
red ass.

"I left the cream by the bathroom sink.  Go put some on, it will
make it feel better."

"Aren't you going to put it on?"

"I've got to make lunch.  I am sure you can handle it this time."
 Her eyes drop; the disappointment showing in her face.  She
drops her head, turns and heads into the house.  He chuckles to
himself as he sees his daughter rubbing her butt while she walks
away.

***** After lunch and a few last chores around the house, the two
retreat back into the house to cool off with the help of the air
conditioner.  He sits at the kitchen table catching up on the
day's news; he then realizes that he hasn't heard or seen his
daughter in some time.  He decides to investigate, first checking
all the usual places; living room, their bedroom, bathroom, etc.
She is nowhere to be seen.  He decides to check the one room
where she hardly ever goes, her own bedroom.  He tries the
doorknob, but it won't turn.  He knocks on the door.

"Sweetie, is everything alright?"  He hears her scurrying around.
 He knows she is in there, but not sure what she is doing.  "Why
is the door locked."

"Just a minute Daddy."  He hears more scurrying and shuffling
before finally a click of the door's lock.  The door eases open
just enough for her to peak through the crack.

"What are you doing in there?"

"Nothing Daddy, I just wanted some quiet time."

"Can I come in?  We should talk."  He starts to push the door
open, but is quickly met with resistance.

"Not now Daddy, I just want to be alone right now."  She pushes
the door with all her might until the latch catches.  He hears
the lock click once again.

"Just tell me everything is okay and I will leave you alone."

"I'm fine Daddy, I promise."

He has a suspicion as to what she might be up to.  "Do you have
your laptop in there?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You guessed my passcode, I need to set another passcode for the
parental blocker.  I don't want you watching stuff you're not
supposed to be watching."

"I'm not watching porn Daddy, gosh, just leave me alone."

"Okay honey, I will trust you, but I will be putting in another
passcode later."

It wasn't long after he was back in the kitchen that Sam comes
storming in.  She throws the computer on the table in front of
him.

"Here, put your stupid blocker on, see if I care."  Without
another word she turns on her heels and bolts out of the kitchen.
 He pushes the laptop aside and thinks about chasing after her,
but ultimately decides it best to leave the hornet's nest alone.
The house was rather quiet for the rest of the evening.  They ate
dinner together, but hardly a word was spoken.  After dinner Sam
watched cartoons while he cleaned the house and did a few loads
of laundry.

As he finished putting away the last load of laundry Sam enters
the bedroom.  She goes to the closet, rifles through some items
and then steps out.  She walks over to her father as he closes
the drawer on the bureau.

"What do you have there?" indicating she has her hand hiding
something behind her back.

"I hid this from you.  I'm sorry."  She swings her hand around
and hands him the missing hairbrush.

"Thank you for returning this."  He grabs the brush and places it
on the nightstand next to the bed.  "Why don't you get ready for
bed, it's getting late."

She grabs a few items and then heads into the bathroom to take a
shower before bed.  When she emerges from the bathroom she sees
her father sitting in the all too familiar chair with hairbrush
in hand.

"Oh god, please Daddy, no more spankings.  I've learned my
lesson.  I will never put on another pair of dirty panties. 
See..."  She lifts her nighty to rveal a clean pair of pink
panties.

"I'm sure you have learned your lesson, but by the end of the day
tomorrow I will be sure the point will be driven home."

"Tomorrow?  I'm getting spankings tomorrow too?  That's not
fair!"

"The punishment shall fit the crime.  You were punished last
weekend for disobeying a rule and yet you did it again this
weekend.  I don't know of any other way to get you to stop doing
it.  You will get another set of spankings tomorrow, just as you
did today.  Now come over here so we can get today's out of the
way."  He points to the floor in front of him, indicating where
he wants her to stand.

She steps forward, reluctantly.  "Please Daddy, don't pull down
my panties, it's embarrassing."

"Perhaps you will remember this every time you put on a pair of
underwear.  I am confident that you will check to make sure it's
a clean pair."  He waives his finger, indicating for her to lift
her nightgown.

She sighs, but with reservation she grabs the hem of her
nightgown, she pulls it up to her belly.  He reaches out, hooks
his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down.  He takes a
deep breath, despite how many times he has seen his daughter's
pussy over the past week, the reveal of her soft virgin peddles
takes his breath away.  It was especially addicting as he sees a
few wispy hairs start to grow back on her soft puffy mound.

"Are you enjoying this?" she snaps him back into the present.

"As I said, this is for your own good."  He grabs her arm and
guides her into position.  Once again she trips as her panties
drop to her ankles.  She kicks her foot free from her constraints
as she starts to drop down across his lap.

"Well, I might as well get rid of this too, so that I can be
completely humiliated."  She yanks her nighty off and tosses it
on the floor, then lays across his lap.

"Now tell me again why you are being punished."

She takes a deep breath, "Because I disobeyed your rule...of
putting on dirty underwear."

Just before he could administer his first spank, Sam yells out,
"WAIT! STOP!"  She reaches back, covering her bare ass.

"What is it now?"

"Daddy, I beg you, please don't use the hairbrush.  I'd rather
you just use your bare hand."

He doesn't say a thing, but Sam hears a light thud on the
carpeted floor.  She then feels her father's bare hand remove her
protective hands from the intended target.  She reaches down and
grips the legs of the chair again to brace herself as she feels
his hand leave her flesh, knowing full well what was coming next.

SLAP!

The first spanking landed hard and fast.  It was with purpose. 
Again the burning of her flesh returned almost instantly.  She
didn't scream out; she bit her lip trying to hold it in.

SLAP!

"OWWW, why are you hitting me so hard Daddy?"

SLAP!

Again, the same pattern as before.  Her entire body clenches as
the pain of the spanking is felt throughout her body.  There a
short pause as he adjusts himself in the seat.

WHAP!  WHAP!

"OOOOWWWW.  Daddy, please, not the brush."  She felt the
difference immediately.  His bare hand made a loud slapping
sound, but the brush...the brush made her entire ass tingle, as
if she was being stabbed by a thousand needles.  She immediately
reaches back to cover her ass, preventing him from striking her
again.  Tears again streaming from her eyes as she tries to rub
the stinging from her tender skin.

"Consider that a compromise."  He pulls her up and tries to hold
her, but she pushes him away immediately.   She jumps off his lap
and runs and jumps onto their bed.  She puts her hands in her
face and continues to cry.  Not sure what to do, he goes into the
bathroom to retrieve the cold cream that has been her saving
grace.

He sits on the bed next his daughter and starts to rub her back
as she lets out the last few sobs.

"Do you want me to put the cream on your bottom?"  She just nods,
her face still buried in her hands.

He squeezes out a large glob of the cream onto his fingers and
then gently rubs in onto her glowing red ass cheeks.  As he
continues to spread the cooling liquid he notices his daughter
slowly spreading her legs.  More and more of her puffy lips being
revealed as he rubs the cream into her skin.  Like a moth to a
flame, he is mesmerized.  He slowly starts to work the gel around
in a wider circle, well beyond where the spankings landed. 
First, he spreads it over her lower back, and then he works his
way down, focusing on the back of her legs.  She moans when he
spreads the cool gel on the very edge of her inner thigh.  She
spread her legs further apart, just enough so her pussy lips
start to separate, allowing her engorged button to peek out from
between the folds.

"Okay, I think I have everything covered."  He's not sure how he
stopped himself from continuing, but he knew it was best to stop
now.

"No, please Daddy, don't stop.  I like it, it's making it feel
better."

"I don't think this is a good idea baby girl.  We talked about
this."

"But Daddy, you said I can come to you whenever I have a
question."

"Yeah, and..."

"Daddy, when I was in my bedroom earlier today, I was trying
to..." she couldn't say the word.  "I couldn't do it.  I need
help.  Will you please help me Daddy?"

"I don't think..."

Sam rolls over onto her back.  She grabs a pillow and places it
under her tender cheeks.  She then grabs his hand and shoves it
between her legs.  She squeezes her thighs together hoping to
lock him in position.

"I couldn't do it.  I tried everything and couldn't find anything
online that helped explain what I was doing wrong.  Just show me
what to do.  Please Daddy, I will never ask you again."

He wasn't sure if it was her pleas, the sad puppy-dog look she
gave him or the feeling of his hand lodged between her moist
pussy lips and the rock-hard nub begging for attention.  Any one
of those would have been enough; the combination of all of them
together made him wilt in her pleas.

"Okay, but you're going to do the work, I'll just offer
pointers."

Her face lit up with his acceptance.  She released her vice grip
on his hand; she quickly fills the void between her legs as be
pulls his hand away.

"Show me what you tried earlier."  She nods as she starts to rub
up and down along her slit.

"The most sensitive part is right here," he says as he grabs her
fingers and places them on her little nub.  "I would concentrate
on that area mostly."  She continues to explore, encouraged by
the building sensations.  She pelvis starts to rise and fall as
she start to climb the mountain.

"It feels good Daddy, but I don't think it's working."

"I think I know that problem."  Before she could ask another
question, he rolls across the bed, opens the drawer of his
nightstand and pulls out a tube.

"What is that?"

"KY."

"What is KY?"

"Give me your finger and you will find out."  She reaches out her
hand and he puts a large drop of the gel on her fingertips.

"It's cold."

"Yeah, it will be at first, but it will warm up quickly."

"What am I supposed to do with it?"

"What do you think?"  He grabs her hand and guides her coated
fingers back between her legs.  She jumps when the cool liquid
hits her sensitive peddles, but the sensation quickly dissipates.

"Oh my Daddy, this is much better."  She continues to rub,
focusing mostly on her clit.  He couldn't believe his eyes when
he sees his daughter start to bury her fingers deep into her
pussy.

"Doesn't it hurt to put your fingers inside yourself?"

"No Daddy, its okay.  It's not there anymore."

"Oh really?  And how do you know what `it' is."

"Daddy, I'm not eight years old.  Besides, Meghan dared me..."

"I'm going to have to have a long talk with her parents.  I'm
afraid to ask, but how?"

Her face turns instantly red as she points over to the chair,
towards the seat where the hairbrush lays.

"Oh god...I guess I know now why you didn't want me to use that
for your punishments..."

"Oh Daddy, I'm going to pee."  Though temporarily distracted, Sam
stops stroking her clit.  The new sensation makes her stop.

"No, don't stop.  You're not going to pee, you're going to cum."
Not wanting to lose the moment, he quickly dives his fingers
between her legs and starts to strum her clit like he was Jimi
Hendrix playing the electric guitar.  She tried to make him stop,
thinking she was going to pee the bed, but he wouldn't slow down.

"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh...oh...oh."  Sam's eyes widen and then
roll up into her head as her body starts to convulse.  Her orgasm
takes over full control of all her muscles, leaving her helpless
against the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.  He
continues to stroke her clit until she can take no more.  She
pushes his hand away from her pussy as her body reduces to
sporadic twitching.

She doesn't speak another word.  Once her orgasm finally
subsides, she just rolls over on her side, curls up in the fetal
position, grabs her blanket and goes to sleep.  He eases off the
bed, covers up his fully spent naked daughter and kisses her on
the head.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, my precocious little
girl."

*****

The weekend, and the punishments, are not over yet.  Read part 3
to see what happens next.

*****

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