Larry leans over and kisses her. "Oh baby, don't over react like that. He's going to do nothing of the same."
Janice knew different. She knew that when her father told her to be home by midnight, he meant midnight, not 12 thirty or even five minutes past 12.
Janice hurried up the front walk, as Larry sped away from the curb. She quietly unlocked the front door and crept in. It was dark; she thought she had made it. But then she heard her father in the dark. "And where have you been young lady?"
Janice shuddered. She of course recognized her father’s voice. She couldn't see him in the dark. But she knew by the tone in his voice that she was in deep trouble. "Isn't this a school night young lady? You know that you should be home by midnight?"
The light popped on, Claude, her father was sitting in the small chesterfield. In his hand he had the dreaded slipper. Her hand immediately went to cover up her backside. "Just where have you been young lady?"
She smiled. Trying to make the best of a bad situation. "Daddy, me and Larry where at the library studying."
Her father shakes his head. He stands and walks towards her. "I know my dearest Janice that the library closes at 9 o'clock. Just where have you been since 9."
She started to back up. Looking at her father’s slipper, which he was now tapping against the palm of his hand. She was sniffling, as her mind raced to think of an excuse for where she had been. She daren't tell him the truth. That she and Larry had been up at make-out point smooching.
But before she could think of an answer, Claude grabbed her by the ear and pulled her over to the chesterfield and over his knee she went. "Daddy, no wait. I can explain. I can."
"It doesn't really matter where you where young lady. You're late and that's all that counts."
Up goes Janice's dress and down go her panties. "Daaaaady, Noooooo."
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Daddy, oh my daddy, stop." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Daddy, it hurts so. Please I'm too old for this. I truly am." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
Claude continued to tan his daughter’s backside with that slipper. She may think that she's too old to be spanked, but she obviously didn't. She had begun to cry, as he tanned her ass.
"Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
As Claude was spanking Janice, she struggled to free herself. It was just awful. At 18, still being young enough to be spanked by her father. Irene, Janice's mother was standing there in the doorway watching. She had her ass cheek muscles tightened as she watched her daughter getting spanked.
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
Claude released his daughter and she immediately stood up and ran into her bedroom, crying. Claude stood up. His wife says. "Claude don't you think that she's much too old to be spanked like that."
Claude turns his wife towards the hall and their bedroom. He swats her on the back of her nightgown. Swat. "OOOOOO."
"Get to the bedroom or I might just have to spank her mother. If you're not too old for a spanking than neither is she." Irene hurries down to her bedroom. She doesn't want her daughter to hear her getting a spanking and she doesn't even want one either. Claude follows his wife down to their bedroom and they go to bed.
Janice cries long into the night. It was the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to her. After she had stopped crying, Janice got out of bed and went to her private bathroom, off her bedroom. She lifted her night gown and looked at her sore backside in the mirror. She applied some suave to it. She was still sniffling. Thankful that her boyfriend hadn't walked with her up to the front door. He might have seen the entire humiliating spanking.
5 years ago