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I turned 18 a few months ago, on Thanksgiving Day. We didn’t do anything for my birthday. That is the usual, why do anything special for my birthday when the perfect child’s birthday is next week? My brother is a couple of years younger than me and he’s every parent’s dream. He gets good grades, studies hard, plays football and already has a plan for his life.
I, on the other hand, am the opposite. I skip class sometimes with friends, I never study, I’ve been caught drinking a few times, I smoke and I like older guys. Needless to say, my parents don’t approve. My mom works from home and I don’t think that she’s ever had a day of fun in her life. My dad works a lot. He takes a lot of business trips and he’s almost never home. I don’t think that my parents even like each other.
A couple weeks ago my mother decided that she’d had enough of my behavior and my father’s late work hours and she left us. She took perfect little Eric with her. I don’t know where they went but they haven’t been back. Finally, for the first time in my life, I don’t have to be compared to my brother izmir escort bayan and I don’t have my mother always around to yell at me! I thought that this was going to be great! That changed last week…
I’d gone out to a party and I didn’t come home until late. I walked in the front door and tried to sneak up to my room.
“Get in here Sarah” I heard Daddy say. Daddy has never been the one to discipline me or even tell me that I did anything wrong, so I walked into the living room.
“Yeah?” I said impatiently.
“What are you doing out so late and what the hell are you wearing?” He yelled.
I muttered something about a party and that I was going to bed now, I turned to walk up the stairs but Daddy got up and grabbed me by the arm and turned me around to face him.
“I’m sick and tired of your disrespect! You will start coming home after school. No parties, no skipping and no more acting like a fucking slut!”
I started to argue, to defend myself, but Daddy pulled me down onto the couch so that I was leaning across his lap. I laid there escort izmir for a second, in shock, until I felt his hand smack my bottom *WHACK*
I spun my head around “Daddy what are you…”
“You’re not too old for a spanking young lady. I’ve had it with you. From now on if you need to be spanked I’ll be spanking you.” He growled at me *WHACK* I tried to squirm off of his lap, but he had a firm hold of me with one arm as he spanked me with the other. *WHACK* YOU WILL *WHACK* NOT BE RUDE *WHACK* TO ME ANYMORE *WHACK* *WHACK* DO YOU UNDERSTAND *WHACK* ME?
Tears we welling up in my eyes as he spanked me, each swat harder than the last. “Yes”
“Yes what?!”
“Yes I understand you Daddy.” Finally he stopped spanking me, he lifted up my skirt his hand was slowly rubbing my butt. I started sobbing. He calmly asked me who I was out with. I didn’t want to tell him the truth, that I was out with those older guys again, I knew that he would be mad.
“I was with Laney” I said, hoping that he’d believe me.
“No you weren’t. Lying to me is rude.” He izmir escort said calmly as he quickly ripped my panties off of me.
I started to protest again, but he started spanking me, harder this time. I screamed out who I had been with and he kept spanking me, harder with each time, calling me a slut and a whore.
Finally I stopped squirming and crying, I’m not sure why, but I started to enjoy it. The spanking was turning me on. I guess that Daddy noticed I had stopped crying. He started rubbing my ass again, this time his hand going down further, to my pussy, I clamped my legs together, trying to hide the fact that I was wet.
He pushed my legs apart slightly with his hand while saying “I keep telling you not to hang out with those older men. What did you let them do to you slut?”
I wasn’t able to answer, my thoughts were swimming around in my head and I’ll that I could focus on was how wet I was getting and how close to my pussy his fingers were.
“Did you let them do this?” I heard him ask as he slipped a finger into my pussy. I groaned and started to push back against his finger as he started to slowly pump his finger in and out of me.
Then, suddenly, he spanked me again *SMACK* “DID YOU LET THEM FINGER YOU?” he yelled.
“Yes” I muttered.
To be continued…
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