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story for the wife

This is a story I wrote for my wife after she confessed to liking all things Daddy-Daughter. I hope you like it. Sorry it is so long, I got a bit carried away. ;) Daring Daddy. Jennifer pulled up to the house and my stomach was instantly in my throat when I saw that the living room light was still on. There was no way around it; I was going to be in so much trouble. Two hours past my curfew, and it wasn’t even worth it. We were supposed to meet some guys at their motel room but instead we both chickened out and just drove around all night. I knew I should have just gone home but we kept driving around trying to get up the courage to knock on the door of the four hot older guys that we had met at the concert earlier that night. We were both virgins and we knew what the guys wanted to do to us but we just never could bring our selves to get out of the car. We parked multiple times but always ended up driving away soon after. I thought for sure that my dad would have fallen asleep long before I was supposed to be home but that light in the window meant he would be sitting right inside the door waiting for me. I looked over at Jennifer and told her goodbye with tears in my eye. It would probably be weeks before we could even talk again. I wasn’t sure what my dad was going to do but the last time I was late I got grounded for a month and I was only 30 minutes late. As I tried to open the car door my hands were shaking at the thought of what was waiting for me once I walked into ...

... the house. I stepped out, closed the door and watched as Jennifer waved and drove away. Making my way up the path to door a hundred excuses were formulating in my head but I knew none of them would save me. I slid my key into the lock slowly, trying to be quiet, telling myself that there might be a chance that he just forgot to turn the light off when he went to bed. A small part of me believed it but in reality I knew better, he never left lights on. Just as I was about to turn the handle the door swung open. “Get your ass in here now.” my dad said in his deep angry voice, standing there in nothing but his boxers. I could see how mad he was by the swollen veins in his muscular arms and neck. “Where have you been? It’s 2 in the morning. Go to your room, I will be there in a minute after I lock up.” He yelled and slammed the door. I ran up the stairs terrified of what was going to happen when he came to my room. He usually made me sit at the table while he lectured me and decided my punishment. This was different and it scared me to death. I sat on my bed, hugging my body pillow, wondering what he was going to do. Then I heard him coming up the stairs and I was so scared I thought I might pee my pants. My door burst open and there he stood, filling the door frame with his large body. “Why do you do this?” he said stepping into my room. “I don’t like to punish you, why can’t you just be a good girl like you used to?” “I’m sorry daddy, I don’t know why I stayed out so late, and I ...