He knocked softly on the door.

“Come in.” She said. Her voice trembled as she spoke. A fat tear trickled down her cheek, she was standing by the bed. He walked across the bedroom and sat down, the bedsprings creaked, his bright blue eyes were almost level with hers. She noticed the deep cleft in his chin.

“What did I tell you would happen the next time you told your mother lies?” He asked. His voice was cold and deep, an educated at a minor public school sort of voice. He was wearing a small neat moustache and a black shirt. 

“P-Please don't take my panties down Daddy,” she said. She began to cry. Great big heart wrenching sobs that made her young body shake.. The thought of having her panties taken down and being spanked made her feel sick. She shivered as he firmly grasped her skinny arm. He dug the ball of his thumb into her bicep as he held her a little too firmly. When he turned his large head she could see a small bald patch. He smelt faintly of beer and masculine sweat.

“You should have thought of that before you told your mother lies.” He said smoothly in his rich deep voice. His brutal heart was as black as his black shiny shoes. He sat on the bed but let go of her and for a moment she contemplated the possibility of running away. Through the door, down the stairs, past her mother washing up in the kitchen and out into the back garden. But she doesn't, she just stands there sobbing like a little girl. Then finally he pulls her over his lap and slowly, with infinite relish, takes down her silky white panties and begins to smack her bare bottom.