Author: Jason Scott 
Title: Dirty Panties Punishment Part III
Part: 3 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
instead. 
Keywords:  Voy, ENF, Mg, humil, reluc, preteen

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This is Part III of `Dirty Panties Punishment'.  You
can read this as a stand-alone story, but I recommend reading
Part I and II to understand how father and daughter got to this point.
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Sam wakes up, still naked and glowing from the previous night's
new experience.  She looks over to the center of the room and
sees the chair.  It immediately puts butterflies in her stomach,
knowing what is soon coming again.

She rolls over and is surprised to see her father still asleep in
bed.  It's rare for him to sleep in, so she tries to see if she
can take advantage of the situation and lessen or get outright
forgiveness of her punishment.

She tosses the large pillows separating her from her father's
side of the bed and dives under the sheets.  She emerges with her
head lying on her father's chest and her arms and legs wrapped
around his body.

"Good morning sunshine.  What are you doing on my side of the
bed?" Jack asks, still groggy, his eyes trying to adjust to the
morning light.

"It's not a house rule that I have to stay on my side of the
bed."

"Well, if you're going to sleep naked, then I think I should make
that a house rule."

"Well, it's not, so deal with it."  She lays her head back down
on his chest and squeezes her arms and legs tighter around him.

"We need to get up."

"No we don't Daddy, it's Sunday.  We can lie in bed all day if we
want to."

"If this is your attempt to avoid your punishment, you're wasting
your time."

She puts her hands on his chest and pushes herself up in a near
sitting position.  This only served to drive her pelvis harder
into his morning wood.  "But Daddy, I've learned my lesson.  You
don't need to spank me anymore; I won't ever do it again...even
for a joke."  Whether it was subconscious or intentional, she
starts to slide her pussy up and down his rock-hard cock.

"I know you have learned your lesson, and after today I will be
quite confident that it will be set in stone."

"But Daddy..."

"Don't `But Daddy' me."

"But...but...can't you give me some other punishment instead?"

"Like what?"

She thinks for a moment, again continuing to softly grind on his
cock.  The subtle motions not lost on him.  "How about no panties
for a week?"

"Think again; you without panties at school is a recipe for
disaster."

"How about...I stand in the corner for an hour.  You used to make
me do that when I was a baby."

"Nope, don't think so."

"Then...I'll wear my dirty panties over my head for the rest of
the day."

"Good try, but I think the spankings are going to have the best
bang for the buck."  She looks at him with a smirk, she failed to
see the humor in his choice of words.

"Daddy?"

"What is it honey."

"You have a boner."

"Well that's what happens when a naked girl is squirming all over
me."

"Can I watch you cum again?"  She barely could believe she said
it; he was completely dumbfounded by her boldness.

"Um...no, besides I'm not going to cum.  It will go away as soon
as I get your naked little body off me."  He tries to tickle her
and push her off, but she doubles her grasp on him and won't
budge.

"What if I let you cum on me," she says, still trying to
negotiate out of her punishment.

"No, I told you we are not going to do that anymore."

"On my face?"

"Sam stop, no!"

"How about if I put it in my mouth and then you cum?"

"SAMANTHA!  What in the world would make you think that was
appropriate."

"Men on the internet seem to like it.  Why wouldn't you?"

"Your internet activity is going to be the death of me.  Just
because you see it on the internet doesn't mean it's okay for
father and daughter to do it.  In fact, nothing you see on the
internet is okay for father and daughter to do.  I really need to
put that blocker back on your computer and phone."

"But we have done some of those things Daddy, and I don't think
it is wrong.  You didn't force me; I wanted to do it.  So it's
can't wrong."  He is blown away by the logic of a child.  Though
the laws say otherwise, he can't completely disagree with her
thinking.

"But you don't want to do this, you're just trying to get out of
your spankings."

"If it makes you happy, then I want to do it.  You made me happy
last night, so I want to do something to make you happy.  I want
to do it even if it doesn't get me out of my punishment."

"Oh my child, I don't know what I am going to do with you.  I
wish your mother was still alive and she could handle all of this
growing up stuff."

"But she's not."

"I know, so I will do all I can to help you through this.  You
just have to be patient with me; the last thing I want is to have
someone take you away from me."

"So I can do it?"

"Do what?"

She opens her mouth and points down towards his crotch and then
into her mouth.  He shakes his head, but he can't keep a smile
from forming wide across his face.  Before he could make an
argument she ducks under the covers.  To his surprise she spins
herself around so that her head is down near his cock and her
feet are laying on the pillow next to his head.  She's laying
mostly on the bed beside her father, until she swings one of her
legs over his chest, leaving a full view just below his chin of
his preteen daughter's spread open pussy.

"I don't think this is a good idea," he says with little
conviction in his voice.

"Too late," comes a tiny voice from under the sheets.

He could feel a little hand fishing under the waistband.  She
reaches in and grabs his cock and pulls it out of his sleep
pants.  He waits in agonizing torture, not sure what she is going
to do, or if she will change her mind.  He then feels her stroke
his cock, which immediately elicits a moan.  He reaches out for
something to grasp, as the thought of his preteen daughter once
again jerking him off is too much to take.  The first thing he
comes in contact with is a soft mound of his tiny girl's ass
cheek.  He opens his eyes and is again reminded that he has a
bare pussy staring him in the face.

All inhibitions are lost as he feels something soft and wet
surrounding the tip of his cock.  The sensations bring him nearly
to his peak; about to blow his load if he loses focus.  He then
thinks of a distraction; he grabs his daughter's hips and pulls
her pelvis closer to his chin.  He cranes his neck, sticks out
his tongue and slides it from the top of her mons along her slit
and finishing just short of her asshole.

"Daddy!  What was are you doing?"

"Returning the favor."

"But Daddy, I'm supposed to make you happy.  I can't concentrate
on what I'm doing if you're going to be doing that to me."

"Keep up what you're doing and I'll be finished in another minute
either way.  But maybe I can make you cum first." The preteen
took it as a challenge, she was going to do her best to ignore
her father and make him cum first.  She shoves the head his cock
back into her mouth and starts to stroke the base.  He follows
suit by spreading her lips to reveal the prized nub.  He drives
his tongue into her sensitive clit in hopes of getting her off
first.

The fact that he hasn't had a good orgasm in days left him at a
huge disadvantage.  He could feel his sack starting to spasm as
the inevitable is about to happen.

"Honey, I'm going to cum.  You can pull out if you want."

He gets no response from his daughter, she continues her stroking
and sucking.  He feels his cock slide just a bit deeper into her
mouth as the first load shoots from his cock.  Instinctively he
thrusts his hips up, which shoves his cock even deeper into her
mouth.  He hears her gag as the second load fills her tiny mouth.
 Then the third, and the fourth.

She finally pulls her mouth off his cock and she quickly spits
the offensive ooze out onto the base of his cock.  "Geez Daddy,
how much of that stuff were you going to shoot into my mouth?"

He chuckles, surprised at how much he came as well.  He then sees
his little girl's pussy still sitting in front of his face,
begging for attention.  Without pause goes back at her clit with
his tongue.  He wraps his arms around her waist to keep her from
squirming.

"Stop Daddy, please, stop.  It tickles."  He doesn't stop.  "No
Daddy, really it tickles, I'm going to pee.  I mean really pee. 
I know the difference now, and unless you want me to pee in your
mouth, you need to stop."  He heeds her warning and stops eating
her pussy and lets her go.  She immediately jumps off the bed and
runs into the bathroom.

She emerges several minutes later with a smile on her face, proud
of her accomplishments.  She is startled to see her father
standing at the edge of the bed with his arms crossed.  The look
on his face significantly changed from five minutes earlier.

"What are you doing Daddy?  You always scare me when you do
that."

"Let's get this over with.  I don't want any arguments, just do
as I say and I will go easy on you."  He points to the edge of
the bed, "Lay on the bed, feet on the floor."

Her elation is quickly dashed as she starts to pout, but knows
it's best to do what he says.  She sulks as she walks over, she
leans down over the edge of the bed putting all her weight on her
elbows.  She feels a hand on her back and then feels him push
down, indicating that she wants her to lie flat.  She concedes,
as she awaits what she knows is coming next.

Slap.

The first spanking was something short of what she received
yesterday, but slightly more force then a spanking she would get
for her birthday.  She let out a yelp, but it was more reactive
as the usual stinging in her cheek was absent.

Slap...slap...slap

SLAP

Three more easy spankings were followed by the final blow; which
had the same intensity of the previous day.  She reaches back,
knowing she had received the last one, and starts to rub her
butt.  He sits down beside her and pulls her into his arms.  She
sits on his lap, doing her best to hold back the tears.

"I love you and I am sorry I have to punish you."

"I know Daddy, I love you too.  Not very much right now, but I
love you."  They both laugh as she continues to rub her ass
cheek.

After a few more sobs, she pushes herself off his lap.  She walks
over to her bureau and opens the drawer, pulling out a clean pair
of panties.  She makes a point to show him before slipping her
foot into the hole.

"Are you finally done being naked for today?" he asks jokingly.

"For now."  She walks into her closet and reappears after a
couple minutes wearing some baggy sweat shirt and sweatpants.  He
doesn't say a word, he just watches as she grabs her smartphone
and heads down the hall.  He counts the footsteps on the tile
floor before hearing a door close.  He smiles, knowing she has
gone straight into her own bedroom.

***** Knock, knock, knock.

"Can a girl have some privacy in her own bedroom please!"

"I just want to ask you if what you want for breakfast."

"Omelet with toast."

"It will be ready in 20 minutes.  Try to finish what you're doing
by then."

"Daddy - STOP IT!"

***** The food was on the table, he had just taken his second
bite of his breakfast when Sam walks into the kitchen.  Her
cheeks were flush, which made him laugh a little.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing honey, hurry up and eat your breakfast before it gets
cold."

"Ooh, yum, I'm starving."

"I bet you are."

"What is that supposed to mean?"  She gives him a look; they both
know what the other is thinking.

Sam proceeds to tear into her omelet and toast.  About half way
through her breakfast she stops eating; soon she is doing nothing
more than pushing her food around the plate.

"A penny for your thoughts," he asks, breaking the silence.

"What?" she snaps out of her daze.

"I can tell you are in deep thought.  What's on your mind?"

"Well, I've been thinking..."

"And?"

"Would...would you mind if I moved back into my own room?"

"Why would I mind?"

"Well, you would be all alone in bed...you haven't slept alone
since mom died.  I moved in so you wouldn't be sad sleeping
alone."

"God I hope you haven't been sleeping in my bed because you were
worried about me."

"Not just because of that, I didn't want to be alone either.  But
I just realized this morning that it was time to move back in my
own room."

"Oh, was that right after you realized you could make yourself
cum?"

"DADDY - STOP!  It wasn't that...  It wasn't that at all...  I'm
not..."

"Okay, okay, why are you being so defensive.  There's nothing
wrong with masturbating."

"Daddy, will you stop saying that word, I'm not...I just not."

"Okay, so let's talk about your move.  Is this a temporary move
like last time, or can we move all your clothes and stuff too?"

"I think this time we should move everything."

"So, I guess we have our work cut out for us today.  We'll have
to wash everything down before we move your stuff; give your
bathroom a full once-over.  We might even want to paint the walls
first."

She just rolls her eyes; Mr. Germaphobe is at it again in full
force.  After several minutes of negotiations, she convinces her
father that a simple sanitization of the bathroom and running the
vacuum was more than sufficient for a room that has barely been
used over the past couple years.

The house was abuzz with a renewed energy as the preteen and her
father worked to reorganize the two rooms.  With only a short
break for lunch the two rooms were completely renovated by early
afternoon.  Sam completed the last task on the to-do list and
closed the closet door just as her father walked into her room. 
Sam turns around with a shocked look in her eyes.

"Please Daddy, not in my room.  Do I really still need a
spanking?"

He walks in with the now all too familiar chair.  He places it in
the middle of the room and proceeds to sit down, not saying a
word.  He gives her a look as if to say, `it's time'.

"No Daddy, not in my room."  She walks by him, stomps out the
door and turns up the hall.  He watches her every move, realizing
that she is heading towards her old bedroom, his bedroom.

After waiting a couple minutes, he realizes she wasn't coming
back, so he decides to investigate.  He opens the door to his
bedroom and sure enough, his daughter is in his room, awaiting
her punishment.  To his surprise she has already pulled down her
shorts and panties and was bent over the edge of the bed.

"Part of the punishment was that I get to pull these down," he
says as he tugs on the elastic band of her baby-blue panties.

"Can you please just give me my spankings and get this over
with."

"Okay, but first you must tell me why I am punishing you."

"Because, as a stupid joke, I put on dirty underwear.  I have
learned my lesson and will never do it again."

She feels one hand placed on her back as the other hand is placed
on her bare ass.  He starts to rub the spot that will soon become
his target.  She flinches as his hand ever so slightly brushes
across her protruding pussy lips.  She's partially embarrassed as
she suddenly feeling moisture form between her legs.

SLAP

"Ow Daddy, that was hard."

"It's called a punishment."

Slap...Slap.

The next two were gentler.  The tension eases in her entire body.

SLAP...SLAP

"OW..OW...OW"  She reaches back with both hands and rubs her butt
cheeks, the stinging of a thousand needles have returned.  As
like the previous sessions, he immediately grabs his daughter and
comforts her.  There were no tears this time but her butt was
sore enough that she didn't want to sit directly on her ass.  She
laid on her side as her father gave her a hug and told her he
loves her.

"Daddy, will you..."  She reaches towards the nightstand where
the tube of cold cream was sitting.  He thought it was odd, as he
had returned that to the bathroom earlier in the day.  She hands
him the tube and then she rolls over and lays on his lap, her
pink-hue ass in full view.

He smiles as he now has confirmation that her moving out of his
room has nothing to do with him but more that she wants privacy
as she learns to explore her body.  He obliges by rubbing the
cool gel over her tender ass, again she slowly spreads her legs
as he spreads the gel over the entire surface of her ass.  She
lifts her ass, as if begging him to give her pussy some
attention.

He intentionally starts to toy with her.  He puts more cold cream
on her ass and works it to her inner thighs, just when she
thought he was going to focus on her pussy, he pulls back to her
ass.

"I know what you're doing Daddy."

"Do you really?  Why don't you tell me what I am doing?"

"You're teasing me."

"Well, we are here because you are being punished.  Maybe this is
just an extension of your punishment."

"FINE."  Knowing he was not going any further, she slides off his
lap and pulls her pants up.  She winches, confirming that her ass
is still tender.  With her lips pouting she storms out of the
bedroom and down the hall.  He again counts the footsteps and
then hears the door slam, followed by the familiar `click' of the
door's lock.  He then hears the door lock click again; he looks
down the hall to see her toss the chair into the hallway.  With
nothing more than a huff she slams and locks the door again.

***** "I think we need to set some ground rules if I'm going to
allow you to keep that lock on your bedroom door."  He says to
his daughter as he lays out the last plate of food for dinner. 
She looks up to him, not sure what to say.

"I don't like it when you lock the door.  If anything bad should
happen, it would be that much harder to get to you."

"Sometimes I just want my privacy, and I don't want you barging
in on me.  I could be naked."  She quickly realizing how that
sounded.  "I mean, like, I could be just getting out of the
shower or something."

"I have a pretty good idea what you are doing in your bedroom." 
He gives her a wry smile.

"Daddy!  That is NOT what I am doing in there."

"Oh really, so what were you doing in there this morning, after
your punishment?"  He waits for a response, but doesn't get one.
"And how about yesterday?"  Again, she provides no defense.

"I'm not saying there is anything wrong with what you are doing.
If you want to masturbate all day..."

"DADDY!"

"What?  What would you like me to call it...playing with your
kitty?"

"Daddy - STOP!"

"Okay, but what I am saying, if you want your privacy it is not
necessary to lock the door.  I promise that if your door is
closed, then I will knock and wait until you say it is okay to
enter.  Can we agree to that?"

"I guess.  You promise not to come in unless I say it's okay?"

"I promise."

Sam quickly changed the subject; they talk about sports, school
and bunch of other topics so as to avoid the topic of `personal
exploration'.  Sam went to her room while he did the dishes. 
When he was done he figured he would go and reorganize his room
now that he has twice as much space as he did before.  He was so
wrapped up in cleaning and moving things around that he didn't
realize how much time had passed.  He hears a knock on the door,
then in slowly creeps open.

"Did I say it was okay to come in?"  He jokes, "What if I was
naked or something?"

"Daddy, you're not funny."  She stands by the bed, staring at her
feet.

"What's on your mind honey?  Do you need something?"

"Can...Can we get this over with?"

"Get what over with?"

"My punishment."

"So, you came in here asking for your spanking..."

"I just want to get it over with.  Constantly wondering when
you're going to bring that chair into my room is killing me."

"So you want me to get the chair?"

"NO!  Please Daddy, no.  I hate that chair.  Can I just lay on
the bed like last time?"

"I guess that will be acceptable, but I will be preparing you for
your punishment this time."

"Do you have to pull my pants down?  It's so embarrassing."

"Yes I do, for that very reason.  Though I am not sure why you're
embarrassed, there isn't much of you I haven't seen."

"But this is different..." she dared not elaborate, though they
both knew full well the differences.

He walks over to her and turns her to face him, the bed to their
side.  He kneels down on one knee, reaches out and puts his
thumbs inside her waistband.  He looks up into her eyes, as if
asking for permission; waiting for her to prepare herself for the
next step.  She nods her head.  He slowly tugs her pants and
panties down over her hips, slowly revealing her preteen pussy. 
He pauses as he admires the view before him, the view he will
never tire of.  His breath is taken away as he sees wisps of
pubic hair just starting to grow back onto her mons.

"So what did you decide; let it grow back or keep it shaved?"  He
reaches out and slowly pats the strands of hair into one
direction.

"Please Daddy, don't touch me there.  Not now..."

"Sorry honey, I should have asked before I touched you there." 
He grabs her hips and turns her towards the bed.  She knew what
she needed to do, so she leaned over the bed, leaving her bare
ass jutting out awaiting its fate.

"These will be your last five spankings.  Tell me why you are
being punished."

"Because I disobeyed a house rule of putting on dirty panties."

SLAP!  SLAP!

The first two were as hard of a spanking as she has had the past
two days.  He looks to see her reaction, but she barely flinches.
 She balls up the sheets into her clenched fist, preparing for
the next spanking.  He follows the same pattern each time, the
first two spankings fully on each cheek, the next one always
splits the difference.

SPLAT!

His hand landed squarely on the target, but was shocked at the
sound.  It was unlike any previous spanking.  He looked at his
hand and couldn't figure out why his fingertips was sopping wet.
He looked down between his daughter's legs and saw her tiny pussy
lips poking out from between her ass cheeks.  What he wasn't
expecting to see was her bare lips completely soaked.

He looks up to his daughter and sees her grip on the bedsheet
tighten.  "Is everything okay up there?"

"Yes, please just give me my last two spankings."  She could
barely get the words out.

SPLAT!  SPLAT!

He didn't hold back on the last two either.  He could immediately
see his handprints in the red glow of her ass cheeks.  He could
also see a liquid stream dripping down between her legs, oozing
out of her slit.  He reaches down between her legs and gathers
the stream in his fingers.  He smears in on the outer folds of
her pussy.

"Do we have a problem down here?"

"Oh god...please Daddy."

"Please what?  Would you like me to rub the cold cream on your
bottom?"

She just shakes her head, unable to speak.  He brushes up and
down the soft peddles again.

"Do you need some private time in your room?"

She shakes her head again, then releases her grip on the
bedsheets and points to his nightstand.

"I need that."

"What?"  He had a good idea what she wanted, but wanted her to
say it.

"KY."

"Okay, do you want to take it back to your room, or would you
like me to help?"

"Please Daddy, I need you..."

He couldn't get the tube out of his nightstand fast enough.  He
pulls out the tube and puts a glob of the gel on his fingers.

"Do you want to get more comfortable?"

"No Daddy, like this.  Please Daddy, hurry."

He puts the cool gel to her burning pussy, easing his fingers
between her slit in search of the prized nub.  She must have been
ready to explode before she even stepped into his room as he
stroked her clit less than a half dozen time before her entire
body went into convulsions.  She let out a moan as her orgasm
overtook all control of her body.  He laid down beside her and
wrapped himself around her as mini-quakes continued to ravish her
every muscle.

"I really need to put that parental blocker back on your phone."

***** 

EPILOGUE

Sam continued to explore her body, learning how to make herself
feel good.  He kept his promise by not intruding on her knowing 
full well what was going on behind closed doors.  For his
remarkable restraint, he is rewarded with an unannounced 
midnight visit from time to time.  Whenever Sam saw
something new on the internet, she always wanted to try it
out with her Daddy first.  He loved those visits, even though
they became less and less frequent as she got older.  Never the
less he cherished every visit, knowing full well that it might be
the last.

THE END

*****

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