Anna woke up in a typical misty morning mood. She only had three periods that day in school and could have stayed in bed till 10, but got around 8 anyway. She minced her way to the living room and plopped down on the sofa to watch cartoons.

“Do you plan on saying hi?” came Laura's voice from the kitchen.

The girl smiled just a bit. “Hiiiiii,” she whinged.

Laura walked into the living room. “You're rude. I don't spank you enough,” she joked, earning herself a huff and a eye roll. “C'mon, I'm just kidding.”

“I know, I know...”

Still, she wasn't much in the mood for jokes. Anna was still pondering whether to talk to her mother about her... doubts, or not. She'd been asking herself that for a long time now, still without answer. At times she felt on edge, like she would say in just a minute and only needed a little push, but eventually kept her mouth shut. Like now. She could say... it'd only take a moment's courage... then... why not...

“Hey, I'm going,” said Laura, straightening her jacket.

Anna looked up and noticed her mother was dressed up rather elegantly.

“Aww... okay... I didn't know you had to work.”

“Yes. We're presenting the new magazine, remember?” The teen nodded absent-mindedly. Laura sat beside her on the edge of the couch. “Hmm... did you want to talk?”

“No, no, it's fine. Really. Have a nice day.”

She'd hurried so much to say goodbye that now Laura was *sure* she'd wanted to talk. “Okay sweetheart. See you later... I've got the free afternoon...”

“Huh-huh.”

“... okay. Good luck with the essay.”

“Thanks.”

The woman leant over to kiss Anna's cheek, and added a tickle to her belly that made the girl shiver and giggle nervously. Laura stood and walked away, and was out the front door in seconds.

“There it goes,” Anna muttered to herself.

On the TV screen, Dora the Explorer was... exploring? She'd have no clue. Why was she watching cartoons anyway? Suddenly disgusted, Anna rose and went to take a shower.

As she was drying her hair, she heard noises coming from the other side of the house. Could her mum possibly be back already? Or maybe Max wasn't at school yet... She tightened her white sponge robe and went to check.

“Hey there,” said Terry. He was dressed in jeans and T-shirt and had just come out of his study.

“Oh. Dad, I...”

“Yes, I'm home. Need to work though.”

“Oh okay. I'm just... heck, you guys are weird this morning.” She rolled her eyes and went back to the bathroom, but Terry called her back.

“Anna? What's wrong with you... you look tired.”

She was just about to snap back, and probably would have done so rudely, when she bit her tongue. Slowly she walked back down the corridor to where her father stood, and leant against his chest. He didn't care about the half-wet hair, just patted her back as she sighed.

“I just... dunno... confused.”

“About something I can help with?”

Anna shook her head, but then thought back of it. “But maybe you can... err, that is... I need a, um, a release, please Daddy?”

“Anna, you've heard your mother: not this week.”

“I know Daddy but please, please, really! I need to... hell I don't know.” She let out a frustrated sigh and shook her head again.

Terry really did want to keep his point, as he and Laura had agreed on that... but it hurt him to see her in such clueless distress. And then he and Anna weren't all that close; those rare times she looked up to him especially, how could he say no.

“Alright,” he conceded. Anna breathed a huge sigh of relief and hugged him tight. “Go get dressed and meet me in my study.”

“Yes, Daddy... thanks.” She ran down the corridor and disappeared in her bedroom.

Ten minutes later she was standing in front of Terry, her still slightly damp hair moistening the pink Hello Kitty! top. She unbuttoned her calf-long denims and pushed them down to mid-thigh.

“It's not too late to back out,” her father said.

“I... think I need it.”

“And if not?”

Anna shrugged. “Won't leave a scar, you know.” Her hands went back to rub her pantied backside, a gesture that had been born out of instinct two years before.

“Alright. Over you go.”

Terry sat up straight and let his daughter drape herself over his lap. Anna pointed her hands on his far thigh, got in position, and let her hands and bare feet dangle off the floor. His thighs were ample and she'd have no problem keeping the balance. She studied the carpeting that her fingers could barely touch and her long hair was brushing.

Smack! Terry's hand came down on the seat of Anna's panties, across both plump bottom cheeks, and while not hard it was a firmer spank than usual. The girl winced and sucked in her breath.

“What's on your mind, sweets?”

“Err... aww...”

He continued to spank, alternating between cheeks now and taking his time. He let even three or four seconds pass in-between smacks, but he did keep his palm rigid. Anna was mostly silent, but after a dozen swats she started to whimper slightly with each as the sting built up.

“Is this about Mum and me?” Smack! Whack! Whap!

“N-no... ow ow...”

Her hand shot back and Terry stopped so she could rub at her panty-clad behind. A few seconds later he could resume, and kept up the same pace and intensity.

“Then Max? Is he giving you heck?”

There was a strangled giggle from Anna. “Not any more... ow! that hurt... not anymore than usual.”

The spanks came down steady, and a dozen swats later Anna was gasping as the sting was diffuse and incessant. Nothing she couldn't bear, of course, and definitely not enough to bring her to tears... which she didn't exactly like, since her chest felt so tight.

Her head was still swarming, her mind kept drifting back to Ginny. It wasn't an obsession, but more like the fear that it might *become* an obsession... is the obsession of being obsessed an obsession itself? Anna's head hurt from just thinking about that.

Terry couldn't know what was going on in his daughter's mind, but did realise she was struggling to let go and couldn't make herself do it. So he remembered all the sessions with Dr. Allen, the family counsellor, and Lucy Rosenberg's advice, and did what he knew was right given the circumstances.

“Okay hon. It's okay. Lift your hips, please?”

Anna whimpered at the request. She knew very well she could back out at any moment, and part of her did want to: to be bare in front of her father at her age was one of the biggest downsides about the whole spanking part of her life.

And still she placed her hands on the edge of the chair and pushed herself up a bit. Terry promptly peeled her panties down to her knees. Now bare from the navel down, she quickly got back in position.

Smack! “Oww!”

He wasted no time and his hand got to work on Anna's exposed bottom cheeks, now painted a dim pink. Again he maintained the same pace and intensity, and Anna once again realised that panties did not really offer any protection in terms of sting.

“I... D-Daddy it's... oww please do I have toooo?”

“Yes, Anna, I'm afraid you have to.”

He punctuated that with three crisp swats to the girl's left cheek, and Anna squealed out in surprise at those. “OW okay, okay!” she said quickly. “It's about... Ginny... I... ohhhh,” she sighed.

Smack! Spank! Whack! “Did you two fight, honey?”

“Owie... hmfff... n-no sir, we... ouch!... it's just that she keeps saying these things about spanking and I... hey easy on the left cheek!” she growled.

“Sorry,” he said, and switched back to the right.

“It... it embarrasses me sooo much...”

“But you do want to say?”

She nodded hard, but remained silent. Terry felt her stiff body relax over his lap; she was letting go, and she just needed a little push...

Spank!! Spank!! Spank!! Spank!! Spank!! Spank!!

Three hard swats fell across the girl's right sit-spot, and then three to the left. Those triggered fresh yelps, that seconds later turned into tears. Terry stopped the spanking as Anna went limp, hung her head and cried her heart out. Both hands came back to softly knead her offended backside.

It wasn't so much the pain to make her weep, but the dam had broken and she was letting go, giving up any pretence of resistance.

It took her a few minutes to get her sobbing under control. She remained bent across her father's lap the whole time, Terry gently stroking and patting her back and hair. At one point she wanted to clutch his hand, and he let her.

Finally she seemed ready to get up. “M-my undies...” she mumbled.

Terry replaced the underwear and Anna got to her feet. One hand never left her backside as the other pulled the jeans back up into place, wincing as the denim brushed against her tender bottom.

“I... yeah I have these thoughts about spanking and Ginny,” Anna finally felt confident to say. “She jokes about it but she doesn't know how I feel about it... You know when Lucy gave it to me... the first time... I didn't tell Ginny, I was about to but didn't... and now I *want* to say... because I keep thinking how it would be if she spanked me... and I'm afraid because I don't know why I like that thought, and Ginny would be mad at me, and Lucy would be mad at me too because I promised her I wouldn't say, and...” She took a deep breath, then exhaled. “I... I guess that's it.”

Terry had listened carefully, nodding his head throughout. Instinctively he hoped his wife was home so she could deal with this, but he knew being a father to Anna also meant trying to help with such things. While maybe not decisive, a male's point of view could always be useful to a young girl.

“Well,” he said, “I don't think it's a bad thing that you feel that towards Ginny. I mean, she's a good friend and you trust her, right?”

Anna nodded fervently, looking at her bare feet and ankle bracelet.

“Or is there... more than that, do you think?”

The teenager blushed crimson and shook her head fervently. “No, Daddy,” she said in a whisper. “I'm not a l-l-lesbian, please believe me, I just... I don't know...”

Terry extended his arms and immediately she found comfort there. “First of all, I don't care what you are or are not. I don't like labels. You are my daughter and I love you.”

She smiled. It might have been something banal to say, but it did reassure her.

“And then,” he continued, “I know you hate me to say this, but you are very young, An. You've got all the time in the world to know what you feel and think... also about these things. Don't rush it.”

“S-so I shouldn't do anything?” she mumbled, biting her lower lip.

“I didn't say that. But whatever you do, if it goes wrong there's a way to fix it. That's what I mean.”

Anna nodded. She wasn't so sure; to the eyes of a fifteen-year-old, pretty much everything is a life-or-death kind of choice. But she trusted her father enough to at least try.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “D-do you mind if we talk about this again? With you or Mum?”

“Sure don't mind. I...” he looked away for a second. “I'm actually so happy you trust us enough to talk to us. It's a rare treat.”

– to be continued... –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction . The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The author does in no way endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and / or teenagers.

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