This short story is an entry in the 2003 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: AgePlay
Note: Some of the same characters as in #059: PTN
are used.
PTN 3: Daddy & Missy
By
Courtney <Courtenesca@aol.com>
"Wait till I get you home!" She tingled during the walk home. Missy loved that line! She was feeling fine; she wanted to share....
"Daddy, I'm so hot," she pouted. "Can I change outta my uniform? Pretty-please? Sir?" Chocolate brown eyes blinked innocently. However, feigned innocence worked just as well. Daddy Dale shrugged off his jacket.
"Sure, Melissa, change. Since you asked nicely, it may help getting you off some punishment duty. You've lots to answer for." Dale picked up the TV Guide, slouching on the sofa.
Missy posed by the kitchen; amber light framing her tawny hair like a halo. A flourish: childish pigtails disappeared. Her navy blazer landed on the snack counter; school tie draped over a bar stool. Unbuttoning her pleated skirt, Missy's hips twitched like a stripper on a catwalk.
Despite his better judgment, Dale's attention caught.
A sexy dance: the plaid skirt melted over snaking hips, down to the floor. Missy gyrated with legs spread wide, dancing provocatively in her cotton panties, bobby socks, and saddle shoes.
'She's pulling out the stops,' Dale thought. 'Nice try. Not tonight.'
Her white blouse burst like a dam breaking under the strain; landing on the kitchen stove.
Caressing her butt, "See, Daddy. Told ya. I'm hot." Missy flaunted her voluptuous body. Dale sat up, glimpsing another face of Eve. Teasing the elastic on her panties, she offered a tantalizing view of pink-blushed flesh.
"Five demerits, Melissa. Those aren't regulation panties." Deliberately, he went back to the TV Guide.
"That's it, Dale? Non-regulation panties?" Missy fumed, her breasts heaving under her lacy white camisole.
"You're right.... Ten demerits. But, the panties are cotton. I'll let the pink flowers slide. This time."
"Oh... YOU!" Frustrated, Missy grabbed her clothes, flouncing off. Dale watched from the corner of his eye.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
She pouted on the twin bed in the playroom, clutching her rumpled uniform. Dale leaned casually in the doorway.
"We agreed, Melissa. Tonight is not about what you want, but what you need."
"You'd refuse sex for some stupid play-principle?" Her eyes scorched him.
"It's not stupid, Melissa. And we're not playing a game now. You know that."
"What do I know? I want...I wanted... ARGH!" Missy's uniform sailed round like a white-and-plaid tornado.
Dale ruminated quietly; her clothes falling haphazardly. He picked up the 18" wooden ruler from Missy's school desk, tapping it against his palm.
"Well.... How do we begin? Before or after you hang up your uniform?"
Missy's body slumped in surrender; her eyes beseeched her husband. "I've been way out of line, haven't I, Dale? Not just tonight. Not during the play-scene with the others.... I mean, between us. For real?"
"What do you think, Melissa?" Dale brought Missy to her feet, gazing at her sad face.
"Y-Yes. I've been bad." Dale hugged his girl-wife. She boldly bent over the bed. Her bottom posed, she slid her panties down.
"Daddy. Dale. Please, help me. This is what I need...." The hard ruler stung Missy's waiting backside.
"...And this is what we want."
The End
© Copyright Courtney, 27 June 2003
Reviews
SirHal <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
This is a good story. I did not find any major problems with it. You did paint good word pictures. I think that this story was hindered by the number of allowed words. I find it hard to believe that she was allowed to throw her uniform all over both the kitchen and the playroom. I realize that it is your story but I find it a little hard to believe that the only reason for the spanking was the fact she was wearing the wrong panties. The final line indicates that the spanking was what they both wanted. At least to this reader she was begging for more. You also left me asking what play scene with what others? What did she do or not do at that scene? Who were the others? Was this a regular scene that they visited on a regular basis? I hope you continue with your writing.
Pablo <pablo(dot)stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
I enjoyed this very much. There's a terrific amount of story packed into the space, and that's down to neat, efficient characterisation, smart dialogue, and precise descriptions.
The gentle push and pull of the moment is very effectively captured, too. It's really a sexy and powerful piece in lots of ways. And very true. Particularly liked: the tension between Melissa's not-so-innocent striptease and her frustration with the lack of response.
My only tiny gripe is with the title, which is too bland. The last line of the story, «And this is what we want», would maybe work better?
Trisha Allen <trishaallen(at)mindspring(dot)com>
Complete story in itself, with beginning, middle and end. It grabbed me and pulled at me, until the end. It may not be especially original; however, the author used strong characters and it's well written.