Correctional Measures - (ff, Mf, inc, bd, spank)
by DaddySir

With a glance at the clock Sara realized how late it was. Daddy would be home within the half hour! She rushed to finish the dishes, sweep the floor and wipe the stove and counters spotless.

Once everything looked as presentable as was insisted upon, Sara ran off to the bathroom and started a hot shower. Stepping into the steam, she quickly scrubbed herself clean and washed her hair. Using a new razor, she carefully shaved her pussy until it was slick smooth, the way daddy liked it. Once clean and shaven all over, Sara stepped from the cubicle and rapidly dried herself off, then smoothed vanilla-scented lotion over her arms and legs, massaging it into her round bottom and up over her belly and breasts. Throwing on a thick robe, Sara tamed her hair into two braids and made her way to her bedroom closet to dress, choosing a few of his favorite items, her snugly fitted dark green shirt, the short pleated skirt that she knew showed off her long legs, and lastly, the beautiful silk panties, a birthday gift from daddy.

Dressed and ready, she checked her appearance in the mirror and hoped that Sir would be pleased. She had decided not to show him the principal's note which was still in her schoolbag; a note that would most certainly result in a harsh punishment for her. No, she had made up her mind to go back to school on Monday and do whatever it took to convince the principal to forget that he had caught Marissa and herself in a very embarrassing position that morning in the locker room. She and Marissa had been best friends since grade school and over the past year they had begun to experiment with each other sexually, more out of curiosity than anything.

Anyways, that morning Sara had been seated on the bench in the locker room, her legs wide apart, with Marissa's face buried between her thighs when the principal walked in! Threats and lectures ensued but suffice to say, Sara was MUCH more concerned with her daddy's reaction than whatever punishment the principal had planned for her on Monday.

Just then, she heard the front door open and she ran out to the foyer to meet him, her pace slowing as she looked at his expression which was dark and stern. "I had a phone call from your principal today Sara.... is there something you would like to tell me?"

Sara gulped, she didn't think that the school would contact him since she had been given the note. "I can explain Sir, really I can..... it wasn't what he thought... please Sir."

Sara could see that he was in no mood for explanations, he only turned to hang his coat up and said in a tone that left no room for argument, "Go upstairs and wait in the corner of my bedroom, nose to the wall and hands above your head. This is your worst infraction yet and you are going to be punished accordingly. I am going to call Mr. Lin and ask him what his plans are for young miss Marissa! That girl is a bad influence on you, Sara! Now Go!"

Sara obeyed and rushed up the stairs with quaking knees; what was he going to do? She positioned herself in the corner of the huge room. Her favorite room in the old house with it's massive four-poster bed and stone fireplace; it was by far the most comfortable. She waited and waited, she could hear the low tone of daddy's voice coming through the floor, probably talking to Marissa's father. Then silence for the longest time. Sara strained to hear some sound from downstairs, then finally she heard the heavy front door open, voices, then the weight of it hitting the frame as it was forcibly shut.

Sara heard a raised voice, then faintly in response, a female tone! Marissa? Sara quickly regained her position as the footsteps on the stairs became nearer, then the door was flung open and her father entered with a frightened-looking Marissa in tow. "Both of you, stand here," he ordered, gesturing to the ornate area rug in front of the fireplace. Seating himself on the overstuffed leather sofa, he looked in silence at the nervous girls until their fidgeting stopped and they stood quietly before him, eyes down. "Both you naughty young ladies are aware of why you are here with me now, correct?" He asked sharply. When he received only a mumbled response from the two, he raised his voice even louder, "The answer is yes, SIR, you disrespectful, ill-behaved things! Can you two imagine how embarassing it was for Marissa's father and myself to receive that call today? To hear from your PRINCIPAL that he had walked in on you two doing a very dirty, naughty thing; a thing which he refused to outline in detail so... now you are going to show me."

Marissa and Sara looked at one another, uncertain. Surely he couldn't want them to do THAT! Here, in front of him? Their fears were confirmed when Sara's father rose to his feet and grasped each of them by an arm and growled, "Get on with it girls, show me PRECISELY what you were up to this morning, and then I will decide the appropriate course of action; which by the way, Miss Lin, I have your father's permission to include you in!"

And with that, he again sat down and crossed his arms, looking at the girls expectantly. Since she did not know just how much the principal had said to her father, Sara thought that doing exactly what he asked was the wisest choice, so looking at Marissa, she moved to a high wing-back chair and sat, facing her father's stern glare. Marissa looked about her nervously then, following her friend's cue, settled to her knees in front of Sara.

Impatient, he snapped at them, "I am certain that you did not land in the mess of trouble you are in by doing THAT! Do not take me for a fool, young ladies, you will regret it. Now, Sara, you get those legs apart! Marissa, get your ass up, farther... that is fine, now proceed!"

Marissa began to tentatively stroke Sara's thighs, moving her hands higher until they were almost touching the fabric which stretched taut over her friend's pussy, there she hesitated.

"Go ahead my Sara, pull your panties aside for her, let her see that naughty slit of yours."

And Sara obeyed, lifting the fabric away from her pussy, which was, despite her nervousness, becoming moist, warm.

"That's' right, my doll, now spread your pussy for her, spread it wide. Yes, now Miss Lin, you know what to do, don't you?" Sara closed her eyes as she felt Marissa's tongue flicker over her clit then slide towards her tight hole, tasting, licking, it was marvelous! Her fear subsided as her pleasure increased. After all, Marissa knew what she was doing, they had practiced alot!

Sara's hips began to move as Marissa concentrated on her swollen clit, moving her tongue faster and faster while moving two fingers in and out of Sara's slick pussy, moaning herself as she became aroused by the response.

Just as Sara was approaching orgasm, they were halted suddenly by her daddy yanking them sharply to their feet and saying, "I have seen enough, enough to know how very badly you both need a good sound thrashing! I want you both here, behind the couch. That's' right, now bend over and hold onto the back. BEND OVER! Spread your legs, both of you!"

He flipped Sara's skirt up over her waist and pulled her soaking wet panties down to the tops of her thighs then he rapidly did the same to Marissa. He stood back and unbuckled his thick leather belt and pulled it from the loops. Folding it into a short strap, he admired the sight before him, two plump, round bottoms, pink pussylips peeking out between white, silken thighs. He felt the blood rush to his hardening cock and he stepped forward and ran the strap up between Sara's smooth ass cheeks while caressing Marissa's bottom with his other hand, squeezing the young flesh until he heard the girl moan softly.

He knew it was time and, bracing his feet, he delivered several thunderous WHACKS to each quivering bottom, alternating between the two. Surprisingly, it was Sara who faltered first, standing and trying to shield herself from the relentless punishment. He smacked her ass hard with his bare hand.

"How dare you break position!" he exclaimed, and put his hand on the back of her neck, pressing until she was completely bent at the waist. "I want you to hold on to your ankles the way daddy has shown you, now stay RIGHT THERE until I tell you otherwise. That last infraction has earned you an extra ten my girl, and Marissa's father should be here shortly to pick her up so you will not have to wait long to receive them!"

Turning his attentions back to Marissa Lin's glowing bottom, he moved in close to her and placed one hand on the small of her back. "Marissa, or should I call you Blaze? You have been friends with my daughter for a long time and although I do not approve of your.... unruly behaviour, I know that Sara cares for you very much, so I am not going to forbid you from seeing one another, IF you will promise to behave. I realize that this experience was difficult for you, but I hope that you have learned a valuable lesson; yes?"

Marissa replied, voice shaking, "Yes... Sir! Yes I have, I promise I'll, I mean we, we will behave, truly we will sir... sir?... OOOOOUCH!"

As she was speaking, he fondled and squeezed her reddened ass before he again brought the flat of his hand down swiftly, SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!, there, the cheeks were quite rosy now, not red enough as far as he was concerned but, Mr. Lin would be administering his own lessons, of that he was certain.

"Alright Blaze, that is all. Tidy up and help yourself to a soda from the fridge downstairs. You can wait there for your father; he will be here directly to fetch you. Be a good girl, Marissa. I do not want to have to repeat this lesson, understand?"

Marissa came closer and, standing on tip-toe, planted a kiss on his cheek and said quietly, "Yes, Sir, I understand," and moved, a little gingerly, towards the door stopping briefly to catch Sara's eye, gave her a rather impudent wink, then raced from the room.

Sara watched from her awkward viewpoint as her DaddySir fastened the door closed again and turned to face her. Sara was beginning to feel dizzy with all the blood going to her head, and frankly, everything was starting to hurt. Her father did not release her though, he simply moved to a small cabinet and pulled a bottle water out from inside. He proceeded to pour himself a drink and, sipping, walked to the foot of the bed and sat down.

"Sara, stand up, pull up your panties. Now come here," he said, and she willingly obeyed, thrilled to stretch out the aches in her legs and back. Once in front of him she cast her eyes down and clasped her hands behind her back, hoping she looked sufficiently contrite.

"Look at me, Sara. Now, tell me, do you know why daddy is so upset with you?"

"Yes sir, I do. Marissa and I were being very bad at school."

Her daddysir nodded slightly, "Yes, my dear girl, you were indeed being quite, quite naughty. What do you think would be a fitting punishment?"

Sara bit her lip nervously, "A...a spanking daddy?"

"Well, that is a start Sara, but I hardly think that punishment alone will fit the crime, do you?"

"No sir... I guess not... no. Perhaps if you use something.... like.... the hairbrush? Will that do?"

Sara saw a small smile play at the corners of his mouth but his voice was as stern as ever, "We shall see, dearest, go into my washroom and retrieve it for me like a good girl." Sara did so, pausing briefly in the bathroom to run her hand over the cool flat surface of the brush, the opposite side coarse and bristled, the sensation was oddly thrilling, he had only used this once before when she had been caught smoking with Marissa behind the school last summer. She had to sit on a pillow for two days! She was getting wet just thinking about it!

Returning to the bedroom she stood before him and handed him the hairbrush which he took and, hefting it in one hand, smacked it loudly against his other palm as if testing it's effectiveness. "Take your skirt and shirt off. No, leave your panties on. Now, come closer to me," he said, pulling her to stand just between his splayed knees. "Hands behind your back, my little one. Why are you so disobedient? What do I have to do to make you behave yourself?"

As he spoke, he reached up and cupped one firm breast in each palm and teased her small nipples, rolling his thumb over the swelling pink nubs until they began to harden then giving each a firm pinch between thumb and forefinger. Sara's knees went weak with the sensation and she could not prevent the small but audible catch in her breath as the mild pain from his fingers toying with her nipples shot straight to her groin. Observing this, he moved one hand down between her legs and lightly grazed her silk-covered pussy.

"Oooooooo....daddy, please daddy," Sara moaned, her pussy was wet now, her body flushed and hot.

"Oh my babygirl, you are such a dirty, naughty, sweet thing. Daddy has a special something for you, but that will come later. For now we shall see to the business at hand, shall we?" And reaching for her, he pulled her up and over his lap and was pleased as she automatically raised her bottom high, arching her back and spreading her legs slightly. "There's a good girl, now you be still for this, and it will be over that much faster."

Picking up the brush, he rubbed it lightly over her bottom and saw that the marks were already beginning to fade, which would be rectified in short order. Smack! smackSMACK! SMACK! SMACK SPANK SMACK SMACK smack SMACK! Sara could feel the fire ignite in her bottom and she began to yelp as the flat brush met her flaming cheeks again and again. There was the pain of course, but also the deep tormenting pleasure, her pussy growing wetter and wetter with each spank.

"Are you naughty Sara?" SMACK!

"Yes sir!" she replied tearfully. SMACK! SMACK!

"How naughty?"

"Very naughty, sir," SMACK!!

"Did you let your friend do dirty (SMACK!) things to you little girl?" SMACK! SMACK!!

Sara was crying in earnest now, the pain in her bottom almost unbearable. "Yes daddy, she did very dirty things ooooooooOOOOOUCH!" SMACKSMACKSMACK!!!

"Tell me Sara." Spank! SMACK! "Tell me what she did." SMACK!

"I-I-I let her lick... kiss me in a naughty place, sir." SMACK SMACK "Oooo..sir, OUCH! Please......daddy owwwww!" SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Where Sara?" SMACK! "Where did you let her kiss you?" SMACK!SMACK!

"Down there daddy...on my, on my......pussy." SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!

He yanked her panties down revealing twin globes of bright red flesh, then he pulled them right off, leaving Sara totally naked.

"Now, spread your legs for me my sweet baby, wide...wider, show me where she kissed you, show me your naughty little pussy."

Sara opened her legs as far as she was able and pushed her ass up high in the air, "Yes daddy, like this? Will you kiss me there too daddy? And spank me? Please daddy, please spank me daddy, spank me hard, spank my pussy too daddy....please," Sara cooed and pleaded, wanting to cum so very badly.

"Oh yes, you naughty thing, I'll spank you more, and hard!" he said, and proceeded to spank her with his bare hand, hard and fast, relentlessly punishing each cheek, then both at once, then several smacks on her white thighs. "Do you think you have had enough young lady?"

"No sir no, I need more daddy, please...I'm such a dirty girl please spank me!" Sara pressed herself against him, feeling the bulge of his stiff cock underneath her pussy, she wanted it inside her so bad!

Daddy delivered several sharp spanks to her bottom then skillfully landed a few wet slaps to her exposed pussy. "Oh my little one, your naughty pussy is so nice and wet, would you like daddy to play with it? (SMACK!) Would you like daddy to put his fingers in there? Tell me Sara, (SMACKSMACK) tell daddy you want to be fucked. C'mon baby, tell me how much you want daddy to fuck you. Would you like that, sweetness?" SMACK! "Oh yes please sir, please fuck me daddy, fuck my pussy hard daddy!" He resumed his spanking but now he began to explore her smooth slit, spreading her open to play with her clit which caused her to moan and buck uncontrollably, then plunging his fingers into her he thrust in and out rapidly, keeping time with the stinging spanks and as he felt her muscles begin to contract, he stopped, nearly made Sara cry in frustration and she jumped to her feet and whirled to face him, forgetting herself in her state, "Daddy! That's not fair I was just about to c..." She stopped mid-sentence as she saw his expression darken.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?" he bellowed and without waiting for a response, he pulled the startled girl over in front of a narrow, backless stool, removed his pants and underwear and sitting down, he ordered Sara to remain standing but to bend far over. There was a large, oval antique floor mirror directly across from him and from this vantage point he had a clear view of her crimson ass and naked pussy as she leaned over towards him. "Now, you are going to have to learn to be a little less concerned about yourself! I want you to kiss your daddy like Marissa was kissing you, that's right babygirl, ohhhhhhh yes my sweet, lick daddy's cockmmmmmmmm. Does that taste good Sara? c'mon, suck... oh babygirl. suck me, that's my good girl oooooooohhhhh yes, suck it hard, hard..."

He could feel his climax approach and he grasped Sara's hair and pulled her head up, not wanting to finish just yet. "Turn away from me now, and put your hands on the floor. As she did this, he grasped her legs and pulled her back towards him with her legs on either side of his waist. Her legs were spread wide and her dripping pussy was just above his rock hard cock which he teased against her tight hole. He took his hard penis and cock slapped her moistness several times, right onto her clit. Sara groaned and pushed further back, begging, "Yes daddy, please fuck me with your cock, it's so hard daddy, my pussy is so wet, please daddy, please fuck my naughty pussy."

Finally, her daddy obliged, thrusting his cock deep into her again and again while he sharply spanked her bouncing ass and fingered her tight asshole. "Cum for me babygirl......good girl, c'mon baby, cum for Daddy," he urged, and Sara did. She came in an explosive flurry of screams and yelps and then again, even stronger, as her daddy rose to his feet and roughly hoisting her by the hips, he pulled her up and drove into her mercilessly, delivering spank after stinging spank as he came.

Afterwards, he massaged soothing lotion into Sara's well-punished bottom and curled her into his arms in front of a blazing fire. "There's my good girl, Sara. That's my girl."