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 ***************************************************************** 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. ***************************************************************** 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. ***** Feedback of any kind is always welcome; e-mail me at: jaywscott70@gmail.com