Sitting in the car next to Daddy as we drive home from school, I'm so scared. I glance over at Daddy; he is clenching the steering wheel, staring straight ahead as he drives us home; I have never seen him so angry! Biting my lip, I stare out the car window and try not to cry. Remembering what has happened, I feel the blush spreading over my face.

I had been attending an all girl Catholic school since I was 5, and now in 11th grade, my friends and I had started to “alter” our modest uniforms after school and hang around the all male military college a few blocks away. We had made friends with a few of the boys, and some of my friends had started meeting them during school hours. The boys would stroll over between classes, and my friends would change in the bathroom, and sneak out to meet with them behind the gym. Until today, I had never done this, but I had met a boy last week who kept encouraging me to meet him. Finally, under pressure of both him and my friends (who kept telling me how easy it was and how I wouldn't get caught - ha!) I agreed to meet him. I had changed in the bathroom, put on makeup (forbidden in school!) and snuck out. Although nervous, I was also excited, and we kissed and fooled around - it wasn't as nice as I thought it would be, but I did get turned on. Just when we were getting into it, Sister caught us! I was dragged to the office and made to wait while Daddy came, talked privately to Sister, and then without a word, took my hand, lead me to the car, and started driving home. Crap! I'm in trouble! I wonder what Sister told him? Thankfully Sister didn't see just how far we went, so I'm sure Daddy has no idea. Still, he does know I was kissing him, and he can see I've changed my uniform. Daddy generally spanked me when I was bad, but it had been years since he had done so. I was 17 now, there's no way he's going to spank me! Still.... he looks so mad!

“Daddy?” I said hesitatingly. He just kept driving. “Daddy, I'm really sorry!” Still, he said nothing.

I sat back and stared out the window, my stomach in knots.

Finally we arrived home. I scurried out of the car and into the house, intending to get to my room as quickly as possible and change out of those incriminating clothes.

“Where do you think you're going young lady?” Daddy said, coming in behind me. I froze.

“To my room Daddy?” I said.

Pointing to a chair, he said one word, “Sit.” I sat. “Don't move.” Daddy said, and he walked out of the room.

Oh god! He was going to spank me! I always had to sit in the chair before a spanking! I couldn't believe this! I was 17 for god's sake! He couldn't spank me at my age! I alternated between righteous indignation, anger, embarrassment, and fear as I sat there. He took a long time to come back.

When Daddy came back into the room he looked slightly calmer. I realized he must have gone out to calm down. Although through the years, Daddy had punished me many times, he had never done it in anger. Having to raise me by himself had been hard on him, but he had always shown me that he loved me and had my best interests in heart. I suddenly felt so ashamed that I had betrayed his trust this way. I did love him so!

“Oh Daddy I'm so sorry!” I sobbed.

“Shhh, now” he said, “get up dear and sit on Daddy's lap.” He moved me off the chair, sat down and pulled me into his lap, holding me as I sobbed and stroking my hair. Saying nothing until I calmed down.

Once I was calm, he handed me a tissue, let me wipe my eyes and blow my nose, and then he began to speak to me.

“Sweetheart, you know I must punish you for this don't you?” he asked.

“Yes Daddy” I replied, “I know.”

“And dear, do you understand why you must be punished?”

“Because I was with a boy Daddy, and I skipped school to be with him.” I said.

Daddy sighed. “Sweetheart, you really don't understand I see. It's not just that you were with a boy or that you skipped school. It's that you endangered yourself, and you disrespected your own body.”

I looked at Daddy, puzzled. “I don't understand Daddy.”

“Dear, you are not allowed to date yet because I don't feel you are mature enough yet to make the decisions you will need to make about how far to go sexually.”

I winced at his use of the word sexually.

“And when I do feel that you're ready to date, I will insist on meeting the young man first, to access his character. By going with that boy today, you put yourself in a position where anything could have happened to you, as far away from the school as you were, nobody could have heard you if you cried out for help. And as you had told no one who that boy was, I would not have known who he was if he had hurt you ... or worse.”

I hung my head, realizing the truth of what he was saying.

“Also, by allowing him liberties with your body, someone you hardly knew, you've shown both me and him that you regard your self as little more than a slut, and that you have no respect of your own worth.”

I jumped at his use of the word slut. “Daddy! I don't think I'm a slut!” I said.

Daddy just looked at me. “Tell me what you did with that young man.”

I blushed furiously thinking of just what I had done with him. Hanging my head, I said “We just kissed Daddy, that's all.”

Daddy said nothing, and finally I looked up at him. His face was so stern. Once I looked at him, he said, “Do not presume to lie to me. Tell me what you did with that young man. Every detail. NOW!”

I looked at him in shock. He couldn't possibly expect me to tell him every detail!! I looked down at my lap, then up at him again. I could feel the knot returning to my stomach. “Daddy! Please! I can't!”

“You can, and you will! If you refuse to tell me here and now, we will return to the school, and you will tell me in front of Sister.”

I stared at him. My god he was serious! He had done this once before when I was 10 and had been caught peeking at one of my friend's father's playboys with her. He had wanted to know what I'd seen, and when I was too embarrassed to tell him, he had brought me to the convent and made me tell in front of the Sisters. I had had to sit there on a bench without being able to get up to go to the bathroom or anything else until I had told everything I had seen. (Which hadn't been much at all). I simply couldn't go through that again! Especially as this time was so much worse!

Biting my lip, I looked down and began to tell what happened in a whisper.

“No,” he said, “speak up. If you were old enough to do this, you are old enough to speak of it in a normal voice.”

“We kissed,” I began again, speaking up.

“No,” he said again. “You are not wearing your normal uniform. Begin with that.”

“Yes Daddy.” I said. “We started changing our uniforms a few months ago after school. We bought extra skirts and shortened them, and thigh high stockings instead of knee high socks, and we would change after school and go to the boys' school to hang out.”

“Just the skirts and stockings? Nothing else?”

Oh shit! I was also wearing a red thong, and a sexy red matching bra! I had worn them only today because I was planning on meeting with that boy I wish now I'd never met!

“We don't usually wear anything else different Daddy.” I hedged.

“Stand up.” he said sternly. “Raise your skirt.”

Slowly I stood, facing him, and slowly raised my skirt, blushing furiously as he looked at my red panties. “Oh please please!” I thought to myself, “Don't have me turn around!!!”

“Turn around“

I slowly turned around, showing my thong clad fanny. Blushing furiously.

“Those are not the panties you left the house in this morning, are they?”

“No Daddy”

I looked at him, but he just sat there, waiting.

“Um, I have a different bra too Daddy.”

“Show me.”

“Daddy, it just matches the panties, honestly!”

“Did that boy see it?” he asked.

Silently I nodded. Thinking, “Oh! Crap! He saw more that that!”

“Show me.”

Slowly I unbuttoned my blouse and part the front, showing the middle of my bra.

“Take your blouse off dear, Sister told me the state you were in when she found you. If you can display yourself like that for a total stranger, you can for your Daddy too.”

“Yes Daddy” I slipped the blouse out of my waistband, and let it fall to the floor - blushing as Daddy looked his fill at my breasts pushed way up by the bra, showing my white cleavage fully.

“Good girl”, Daddy said smiling, “now come with me.” Taking my hand, he led me to the big mirror in the corner, stood me in front of it and made me look at myself. “Now look. See how you are presenting yourself to the world, to a stranger.”

I looked in the mirror. There I was, shiny Mary Jane shoes, sheer white stockings, ending just below the hem of my short short pleated plaid skirt. Slim white waist rising above the low waistband, full breasts pushing out of the low cut red satin bra. Looking in the mirror at Daddy's face over my shoulder, I felt a wave of shame flood over me, and tried to turn away. I looked like a street walker!

“No dear, don't turn away. Look at yourself, understand what you have done.”

I looked, biting my lip and trying not to cry.

“Now lift your skirt as you did for that boy. Lift your skirt and see what he saw.”

Sobbing, I slowly lifted my skirt, seeing my red panties, and quickly looking away.

“No! You will look! Look at your pussy displayed in those slutty panties - look directly at it!”

I looked. My pussy was displayed! The little red satin triangle practically glowed, my pussy hairs peeking out around the edges. Oh god! I looked closer. The satin was a little darker at the bottom! Oh god! It was showing I was wet! My blush turned crimson, and I prayed Daddy didn't notice.

“Now turn, turn and see what he saw.”

Lifting my skirt higher, I turned in front of the mirror, looking over my shoulder I saw my white fanny completely displayed. The thong did nothing but accent it's near nakedness. Unable to stand it any longer, I threw myself into Daddy's arms, sobbing and saying over and over how sorry I was. Daddy cuddled me and held me until I calmed, then led me back to the chair and settled me in his lap.

Wiping my tears again, he spoke. “I know you're embarrassed dear, and I intend you to be. You will remember this punishment and never again put yourself in a position of danger as you did today. You will learn to respect yourself, and not give away the treasure that is you to just anyone. I will show you the error of your ways, and I will show you the joy that your body is capable of giving you.”

I looked at Daddy, not sure of what he meant. Was my punishment over? “I don't understand Daddy.” I said.

Smiling he said, “I know you don't dear, but you will. Just trust Daddy. I'm doing this for your own good, ok?”

Looking at him I felt how much he loved me, and I realized that I did trust him completely. “I do trust you Daddy. I will do as you say. I know it's for my own good”

Daddy hugged me tight and kissed my forehead. “Good girl. Now we will begin. Now, tell Daddy everything that boy did to you, in detail. Tell me exactly how he touched you, and where, and how it made you feel. I don't want you carrying around a burden of shame and guilt, so I am going to purge you of it all today. You will confess all, you will be punished for it, and then it will be in the past, and you will be able to start again with a clear conscience.”

“Yes Daddy.” Swallowing hard, I began:

“We met behind the gym, and he took my hand ...”

“Which hand? Be specific dear, in every detail... I know it's hard, but you must do this. Daddy demands it.”

“Yes Daddy, I'm sorry. He took my left hand in his right, and started to draw circles on my palm with his thumb. He told me how beautiful I looked...”

“And how did you feel as he touched your hand? Remember, you must confess everything to Daddy dear.”

Taking a deep breath, I resolved to be brutally honest and just get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Yes Daddy. I'm sorry, I'll do better. ... When he touched my hand I felt a tingly feeling spread from my hand throughout my body. Then he stroked up my left arm with his hand, and started undoing the buttons of my blouse. I was embarrassed, but excited at the same time. He started kissing my neck, and then he slipped my blouse off. I was chilly, and I moved into his arms. He was so warm! He started kissing my mouth, and he reached up and stroked my from my waist to my.... my ....” I stopped and pointed to my breasts.

“Say it dear.”

“My breasts Daddy.” I whispered.

“No dear, they are your breasts, yes, but the way you were presenting yourself to that boy, they were tits.

I looked at Daddy and gulped, he surely didn't expect me to say that!

“And while we're at it, for the purposes of this punishment, let's get all the terms straight.” He reached out and touched my breasts. “These are your tits - now touch them and name them.”

Slowly I reached up with both hands and touched my breasts. “These are my tits Daddy.”

He smiled. “Good girl.” Reaching down he raised my skirt, and fingered the hairs peeking out of my panties. “This is your bush. Touch and repeat.”

I held my skirt up with one hand and touched my hairs. “This is my bush Daddy.”

“Very good. Now, spread your thighs sweetie. Open yourself up for Daddy.”

Starting to cry a little again in embarrassment, I slowly spread my thighs apart.

“More dear, spread as wide as you can on Daddy's lap now.”

Biting my lip, I spread my lets as wide as I could without falling off his lap.

“Now hold your skirt up for Daddy.”

I lifted my skirt high. Daddy reached down and touched my crotch directly between my legs.

“Now this,” Daddy said stroking me gently “this is your pussy dear.” He stroked me a few times, smiling, and then said, “Now touch and repeat.”

Blushing furiously, I reached down to touch my pussy. Oh God! I was wet! Daddy must have felt! How could I continue this? I had never been so embarrassed or so nervous in my life! This was the worse punishment ever!

“Oh Daddy! I'm sorry! I promise I've learned my lesson! Please!”

Daddy just looked at me sternly. “Shall we continue this at the convent then?”

Gulping I hastily nodded no, then taking a deep breath I said, “This is my pussy Daddy.”

“Good girl, yes that is your pussy. Now bend over Daddy's lap.”

Was I going to get spanked now? Oh! Maybe this was almost over! I sent up a prayer that it was and bent over his lap. Lifting my skirt he grabbed my cheeks in both hands. “This is your ass. Touch and repeat.”

How could I touch my ass bent over like this? Arching my back, I reached back and managed to touch both cheeks with my hands, “This is my ass Daddy.”

Bending me back over, he moved my thong aside with one hand and stroked his fingers up and down between my cheeks, “This is your crack, touch and repeat.”

Crying now, I reached back with one hand and stroked my fingers down my crack, “This is my crack Daddy.”

“Yes dear it is.” He pulled my panties down and removed them completely. Spreading my cheeks apart with one hand, he touched me directly on my ass hole, circling it gently, “And this is your ass hole. Touch and repeat”

Desperately wanting this over, I reached back and touched my ass hole with one finger, “This is my ass hole Daddy.”

“Good girl, you're doing very well! I can tell how embarrassed you are dear, and I know this is hard. But Daddy is proud that you're taking your punishment so gracefully.” He sat me back on his lap and gave me a big hug. “Now spread your thighs again for Daddy, we're almost done with the naming, and then you can finish telling me what you allowed that boy to do to you.”

Oh! I still had to finish my confession! Would this never end?? “Yes Daddy” I said, and spread my legs again. Now I wasn't wearing any panties, I felt like dying!

Daddy lifted my skirt again, and touched my pussy. His touch sent an electrical jolt through my body; it hadn't felt like this when that boy groped me there! I hid my face in his shoulder as I felt my self grow extremely wet. He moved his finger to my clit - the place I always focused on when I masturbated. He circled it slowly, and whispered in my ear, “This is your clit dear.” He continued circling it while I tried desperately not to moan, biting my lip and screwing my eyes shut. Finally he stopped, “Now dear, sit up, look at Daddy, touch and repeat.”

I sat up, looked at him and slowly brought my hand to my clit. Touching it, I was shocked to find it swollen and sharp, breathlessly I said “This is my clit Daddy.”

Smiling he said, “Yes dear, a nice wet little clit.” My face flamed and I removed my hand quickly and looked down.

“Now little girl, tell Daddy the rest of your confession - remember be detailed, and use the proper terms.”

Taking a shaky breath I continued. “Yes Daddy. He reached up and grabbed my breasts... I mean my tits in both of his hands, and he squeezed them.”

“Show Daddy.”

I jumped, and looked at him. “What??”

“Show Daddy how he touched you dear, touch yourself like he touched you. You're not only going to tell Daddy your confession, you're going to show me as well.”

“Oh god Daddy! No! Please! Please don't make me do that!” I sobbed and begged.

“ENOUGH!” He yelled. I jumped and froze. “You will obey me! You will endure this punishment! I will tolerate no further disobedience on your part! You will do as I say! NOW!”

“Yes Daddy! I'm sorry!” I quickly reached up and grabbed my breasts in both hands and squeezed. “He touched me like this Daddy!”

“Continue with your confession - did you like the way he touched you?”

“No Daddy, not really, I didn't really like it.”

Daddy smiled at this for some reason and again said, “Continue dear.”

“Yes Daddy. Then he.... (gulps) he took off my bra Daddy.” I paused, knowing what I should do, but really not wanting to. ...... “Shall I show you?” I looked questioningly at Daddy and he nodded. Slowly I reached back and unhooked my bra, moving it up over my breasts, exposing them to Daddy's view. “He didn't take it off Daddy, just left it like this. Then he started touching my nipples like this.” I reached up and started pulling and pinching my nipples, blushing as I felt them grow hard. Looking down, I whispered, “I liked it Daddy, I'm sorry.”

“I see. And what else did he do dear? Did he stop at your pretty tits?”

“No Daddy, he didn't stop at my tits. He grabbed my ass too.” I stood up and turned my back to Daddy, lifted my skirt with one hand and grabbed my ass with the other. “Like this Daddy, and I really didn't like it .... much.”

“So you liked it a little then?” he said, settling me back on his lap.

“Yes Daddy I did a little.”

“And is that all dear? Or do you need to tell Daddy more?”

“There's more Daddy, he touched my pussy too, but my panties stayed on!” Oh I hoped he'd let me put my panties back on!

“I see. Well, spread your legs and show Daddy how he touched your pussy now.”

Oh god! I was getting turned on doing this! What was wrong with me? Why did I ever get myself into this mess! I leaned back in Daddy's arms, spread my legs, and touched my pussy, “He touched me like this Daddy” I said, stroking my pussy gently. “And I did like it Daddy, I'm sorry.”

Daddy gently removed my hand from my pussy and cuddled me close. “And is that all dear? Was there anything else? Did you have an orgasm?”

Breathing hard, and completely embarrassed, I whispered into Daddy's shoulder. “No Daddy, there isn't anything else; Sister caught us just then, and no I didn't have an orgasm.”

“That's my good girl. You are doing very well. Now your punishment is almost done. I'm going to spank you now little girl. Spank you on all the parts of your body that boy touched. You need to be completely punished both mentally and physically for you to really be free of this shame. Do you understand dear?”

I looked at Daddy in disbelief! He was going to spank me everywhere that boy touched me??? The thought both terrified me and aroused me. I felt myself growing even wetter, and my nipples hardened. I was both eager for this to start and so afraid of what was about to happen. But I knew better than to try to protest again. I just wanted the whole thing to be over! So I looked at Daddy and merely said, “Yes Daddy, I understand. Please spank me and help me to be good again.”

Daddy smiled and moved me off his lap. Leading me over to the coffee table, he told me to kneel on it. I did. Then he told me to hold my tits up from the bottom, presenting them for punishment. I moved my hands under them and pushed them up. Trembling and scared. Daddy smiled then proceeded to spank my tits, gently, first one and then the other, over and over. The slaps getting harder and harder, but not faster. I started to gasp and cry, but forced myself to hold still, knowing if I protested, it would be worse.

Finally he stopped, took my hand and led me over to the mirror again. “Look at your breasts dear, they're not tits anymore, they've been punished, and you did very well.” I looked; my breasts were bright pink, the nipples hard and long. I felt myself growing even wetter seeing myself like this.

Daddy then led me back to the chair and sat down. “Remove your skirt sweetie.” he said cheerily. Head bowed, I unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Now I was clad only in my thigh high white stockings and Mary Jane shoes. My pussy was dripping, and my breasts stood out pink and swollen in front of me. I was now beyond embarrassment, all I felt was arousal. I prayed Daddy didn't know.

Daddy took my hand and bent me over his lap. Stroking my fanny, he said, “Now it's time to turn this slutty ass back into a good little fanny.” I gulped, knowing what Daddy's spankings were like from past experience. He never stopped until I was bright red and sobbing. Slowly at first, and gently he began my spanking. I hadn't been spanked in years, and I remembered with dread how painful this would be.

As Daddy increased the force of the spanks, I noticed a strange thing. They hurt just like they had years before, but somehow they also felt good! What was going on? I could feel my pussy drenching, and dripping down between my legs. My god! I was getting off on this! Suddenly all my focus was bent not on enduring the painful spanking, but on not cumming! Daddy continued, slow and hard, the force of each spank landing directly below my ass hole. I could feel each blow from my asshole to my clit, stinging and stimulating at the same time. The rhythm driving me closer and closer to orgasm. My breathing came harder, and I couldn't help moaning - praying that Daddy would think it was due to the pain.

Finally just as I was on the brink of cumming, Daddy stopped. I was breathing raggedly, and my whole body was sweaty and flushed. Daddy stood me up and led me over to the mirror again. He turned me, snuggled me into his chest and turned us both so I could see my beet-red fanny. “No more naughty ass” he murmured into my ear, “a nice little fanny again.” He said, stroking my sore fanny gently.

“Now dear, you're almost Daddy's good little girl again, just one more spanking to go.” He smiled at me in the mirror. I hid my face in his chest, knowing he meant to spank my pussy, and knowing how wet it was and that he'd see. I started to cry, I couldn't help it. I sobbed as he led me back to the chair, sat down and took me into his lap again.

I sobbed and cried, but didn't resist as he positioned me for my final spanking. We were in the big stuffed chair, and he had me lean back over the arm, while he took my leg closest to him and raised it up over his head so it rested on his shoulder and the back of the chair. He circled my waist with his arm, and gently used his free hand to bend my other leg up and over to the hand coming from behind my waist. He used that hand to grasp my knee, thus spreading my legs as wide as he could, and completely exposing my hot wet pussy. I closed my eyes in an attempt to escape this shame, but he wouldn't let me get away with it, instructing me to watch my punishment, so I could be good again.

He gazed a long time at my pussy, smiling, then he looked into my eyes, and said, “You are so wet my sweet, your body is telling you how good it is that Daddy is taking care of you like this. Did you get this wet and hot when you were slutting with that boy?”

“No Daddy I didn't!” I said in amazement. Was that what was happening? Was my body reacting because Daddy loved me enough to punish me like this? I smiles as the thought occurred to me.

“That's right dear, you are beginning to understand.” Daddy smiled. “Now watch your spanking love, watch how Daddy loves you.” And with that he proceeded to spank my pussy. Slapping gently at first, the sting mild, and soooo arousing. Then gradually with more force, pausing between spanks to gently stroke my clit and lips, commenting as he continued about how pretty and red I was getting, and how wet.

“Oh my dear! Your lips are so nicely swollen for Daddy!” SPANK - stroke - SPANK - stroke. “Mmm, and you're turning such a pretty red my little girl!” SPANK - stroke - SPANK - stroke. “And how wet and hot you're growing!” SPANK - stroke - SPANK - stroke

I watched and listened and felt the inevitable orgasm growing inside me. My breathing grew ragged, and I started moaning and grasping his hand on my knee and his shoulder. “Yes dear, that's right! Enjoy it! Enjoy your punishment! Enjoy becoming a good little girl again for Daddy! Cum for Daddy! Cum now!”

Listening to his words of encouragement, unable to close my legs, feeling the sting and strokes of his powerful fingers was all too much. With a scream, I came harder than I've ever cum in my life. My orgasm exploding over me with a force that left me sobbing and breathless. “Oh Daddy!” I sobbed over and over again.

Daddy continued to spank my pussy gently, as he looked lovingly at me, watching me come down from the heights of my orgasm. Then he stopped and cuddled me close, kissing me and stroking my back. He led me into the bedroom, removed my stockings and shoes, and laid me on the bed.

“Now sweet heart, you are Daddy's good girl again.” he said kissing my forehead. “And good girls don't touch themselves, so you are going to be tied from now on when you go to bed.” He gently tied my hands over my head, leaving enough length to move, but not enough to reach my breasts or pussy.

“And Daddy is going to make sure to give you plenty of orgasms from now on, so you don't need to go looking for nasty boys to play with.”

With that he covered me snuggly, kissed me goodnight, and left the room.