Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01

... wait for a second and ask, "...Or?"

He responds, "Or you take some responsibility for it and you keep all the money."

I look at him suspiciously and ask, "Take responsibility...?"

He chuckles and says, "Yeah, take responsibility. You think you're too old to be spanked?"

My eyes widen and my jaw drops slightly as I hear his second option. It seems so absurd. Receiving a spanking from my Dad at nineteen would be so inappropriate, wouldn't it? But to keep the money seemed like a no brainer.

I laugh and place my hands on my hips as I asked, "You seriously want to spank me for lying? I know I shouldn't have done it. I promise I won't again!"

He calmly responds, "Of course I don't want to, Raya. But you did lie to me, and I'm trying to give you an option to not ruin your shopping spree."

He stares me down confidently as I consider it. It would be so weird, wouldn't it? But it also seemed like my best option.

With another exasperated breath, I say, "Fine. I guess I'll take responsibility," motioning air quotes for his terms.

I walk over to where he's sitting and turn around to face away from him. I bend over and wait to feel his hand clap against my cheek. Instead, he adds another thing.

"No, no, no. I think you forget how this goes. Over my knee, here," he explains, pointing to his left knee.

I scoff quietly as I do as he says, feeling somewhat embarassed and ridiculous. I watch as he sits back with a stern half-smile on his face, like he's ...

... teaching me a lesson. I take a step forward between his knees and choose his left knee to lean over. I rest my stomach on his large thigh, draping my chest off the other side of it and planting my hands into the rug. My knees rest on the floor and my butt, still half covered by the skirt, is near his mid-section. A few seconds pass as I feel him gently lift the skirt, exposing more of my butt. I then feel a light *tap* on my left cheek, and then another *tap* on my right. Somewhat confused, I hear him start to laugh as he helps to lift me up off of his knee.

As I stand and face him, he smiles and winks at me and says, "There. Lesson learned?"

I take a step forward and playfully punch him in the shoulder. I respond, "Oh my god, that was so not funny. I thought you were serious!"

He laughs and says, "I am serious - you can consider that a warning. If you lie to me again, you can believe I'll make sure you feel it."

I roll my eyes and say, "Fiiine. Whatever. I deserve that I guess."

The way we have been interacting feels very complex. It doesn't feel like I am hanging out with my Dad. It feels like I am hanging out with a friend. But even more than that. It feels silly. Like kind of... flirty? I can't put my finger on it.

He looks at me with a warm smile. His green eyes shining into mine. He asks, "What now, sweetie? Anything else?"

As I look back at him, a part of me can tell he doesn't want this game we're playing to end. And I feel the same way. But I'm not sure ...