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| I was even surprised with some of the mini skirts I had plucked up the courage to wear and began to feel more like a teenager than a grown woman of twenty six It turned out not to be such a good idea as I stumbled over into the wheelie bin, knocking it in to the car and setting its alarm off "Just shut up will you, it only happened because I was drunk you old fool" I thought I had taken him off balance and he seemed lost for words It began to take me longer and longer to get my bottom back in the air and all the wriggling I was doing had made my nightie fall over my head and release my breasts to hang down and swing obscenely with each smack I was actually shaking as I brought the cup of coffee to my lips and spilled some on my dressing gown; I turned to face him and said what I had meant to say straight away "Dad this is not fair, I'm twenty six years old," he cut me off in mid sentence "I don't care if your ninety six young lady, you are nothing but a lazy disrespectful little tart and this is only a taste of what you're going to get in future Not only that but I had caught my blouse on my bangle and in frustration to free it ripped all the buttons off the front I could feel myself opening up as I thrust my bum as high as I could and even felt the air trail between my open thighs " "Oh you will have to do better than that my girl" he replied and seemed to turn up the frequency of the smacks I was soon going out 3 or 4 times a week and began dressing more revealingly than John would ever have allowed I looked in shock at some bags in the hall way, he had thrown some of my clothes in them and was zipping them up "Dad" I shrieked "please," "who's the old fool now young lady I remember actually openly laughing at him when he said maybe a dose of the belt on my bare backside would show me some respect The cold of the table on my front was stark contrast to the burning of my bottom and I could feel my nipples harden as my whole body moved as I rubbed 'Noooooo Dad you can't" I wailed as he pulled one knee away from the other then pushed the opposite one as far as he could, with his other hand he was pushing my back down, "stick that naughty bottom as high as you can Claire" he sounded amused and thoroughly please with himself at my ludicrous display That was the final straw and I began to blub like a baby, I really hated myself for making such a fool of myself I was the first to be dropped off in the taxi later on and as usual we were all pretty loud, I had told them before how the neighbours complained about the noise we made and they were louder than ever this time The stupid nightie slid all the way down my back right up to my neck and bunched under my breasts below me He pronounced that he had taken all he could from me and he might regret this in the morning but he was going to show me what he thought I deserved I gingerly stood up and got a glass of water not believing what had just happened and made my way to sanctuary of my bedroom His reaction was indignant that he was plainly aware of what a grown woman had between her legs and it should add nicely to my shame as my behavior had made him feel ashamed of me I was trying to stand the bin up and hold my shoes at the same time when I heard Dad open the door and click the alarm off "get inside Now" he hissed, I looked up sheepishly at him and could see he was furious It was like someone had flicked a switch and transferred me back in time twenty years, I was promising to be a good girl and I would really behave myself in future if only he would let me up Mum and Dad had divorced while I had been living with John and I would have rather moved in with Mum but her new bloke wasn't keen so I had ended up here "You look like a right Tart" he would often say as I went out and said I was getting a reputation with the neighbours for making a noise when I came home giggling like a drunken schoolgirl I put my dressing gown on and walked purposefully downstairs determined to tell my Dad that last night was a one off and I had been very drunk and that he would be in trouble if her ever tried to do anything like it again He had walked in front of me now and dangled his belt in front of my face; "this is going to make your backside dance my girl" he smiled "So a smacked bottom can make you get up early then Claire" he smiled, I was shocked by the way he said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world He stood up and kissed me on the check and reached down to deliver one final hard smack to my bum, "night Claire sleep well" he said sarcastically as he went upstairs " I could only gasp as a reply to his words and the hard slaps carried on in earnest "Don't you look a sight my girl" he sneered as I tried to hold my blouse together at the front not daring to look at him The words seem to stay in my head all that night and I kept picturing him standing with the belt in his hand I knew it was absurd but I had a strange fascination with it I drank a little more than usual and my friends said I was in world of my own all night " I became much more agitated then "Please Dad let me go and put some on, I can put a g string or a thong so my bum will still be bare" I said in desperation "Yes dad' I am a proper little tart" I could feel my face burn as red as could be as I said the words and Dad just stood smiling at me With a final defiant "you smug bastard" I marched into the dinning room to see he had moved some of the chairs and put the table more in the middle of the room I remembered a few occasions as a teenager when Mum and dad argued over me and how Mum had absolutely forbid him to spank me I could hear him take his place behind me and then I heard the dreaded swish followed by the loud crack of it smacking on to my bare flesh He walked round me again and patted my bum, "I think your enjoying this Claire," I had stopped crying by now and did feel very confused about how I did actually feel and my bottom had stopped really hurting and was sort of burning with a kind of numbness that felt nice This was accompanied by several more and I realized that my choice of knickers had provoked him even more I didn't get any time to think about what he meant when he grabbed hold of my hands and pulled me towards him It took me a few moments to come round properly and for an instant I did relate last night graphic memories as a dream but then the horror dawned on me that it had been all too real I took of my dressing gown and put it in the washing machine not bothered if he came back to see me in only my nightie he would see that I was not bothered if he did see a glimpse of my bum beneath it anyway I obeyed his cruel words and began to sob with the mixture of pain and total humiliation I was suffering I was openly crying by now as my Dad helped the nightie off my arms with a sarcastic "I don't this is covering much up now do you Claire God knows what they would have said if I told them what I was thinking about I shook my head at my Dad's question only for him to repeat it emphasizing it with a smack to my bum and I could not help but admit I was enjoying it Dad on the other hand was not very impressed and most of the time began to get more and more annoyed with me I could only shrug my shoulders in an attempt to ignore him but I knew my face burning red with embarrassment " I stood in dumb silence as he told me I had two choices, I could give him back the key and find somewhere else to tart myself around as he put it Dad looked at me straight in my eyes and told me it was up to me, I couldn't think of anyone who I wanted to see me least than the fat slimy Harry but I just replied "yes Mr I was contemplating yelling and calling him all the names under the sun to let me go and instead I managed a whimpering "pleaseeee dad let me up "You can have a rest for a few minutes" he almost sounded companionate and he helped me up but made me stay kneeling on the table this time with my hands on my head although my knees were still wide apart He was determined to shame me beyond belief as he had the cheek to say he ought to put me on diet and gave my bum cheeks a kind of a shake at the same time I could see him looking directly at my chest, my nipples standing firm making me feel even more ashamed, "you really are a little tart aren't you Claire He had managed to look after the house for two years since mum moved out so why did I have to do any of the housework My whole resolve seemed to melt away at his arrogance and I hated myself for saying nothing to him It felt strange walking back in to my old room after 5 years away it had not even been decorated since I was last here He walked out of the room and returned with his mobile phone, I looked in bewilderment as he spoke to a friend of his called Harry, he was older than my dad and I never really liked him he was always leering at me To be honest I had her wrapped around my little finger and did get away with murder as far as Dad was concerned I knew I was no Kylie but by no means was I fat either and I tried in desperation to keep my legs as tightly closed as possible as he ran his hand down to the back of my knee He stood up and left the room, I was delighted; that showed him I thought and now we could forget the whole episode All of a sudden he put the phone to my ear "so your dad has put you in your place has he Claire?" with a slight hesitation I replied "I suppose he has Or I could go in the dinning room kneel up on the table and have my bum tanned properly to show me how to behave His words "tanned properly" kept running round my head I knew instantly I wanted to see what he would do but at the same time wanted to scream "fuck off" as loud as I could He was delivering one swipe of the belt about every minute, waiting for me to push my bum as high as I could and saying good girl as I did "And why do I want to see some or your tarty underwear my girl," I pleaded with him that that was not what I meant and said it was not right that he saw me all exposed More slaps rained down on my bottom and I began to wriggle my hips to avoid the sting, up to now I hadn't said anything and felt so pathetic that I had let him take me so easily in to this humiliating position I couldn't work out how it happened; my right arm was folded behind my back and he was holding it tight in his left hand leaving his right hand free to flip my skirt up I walked to the kettle to make a coffee and he sat behind to watch me, "has your bottom got some colour to it then" I cringed at his comment and it felt very unnerving as if he had known I had looked at it " For some stupid reason I was more concerned about him looking at my fancy low cut bra than what was about to happen I didn't want to get up and let my dad see my hard nipples and stayed rubbing until he took hold of my hands I thought he would take pity on me but he just shrugged "I don't care what you do Claire, you will clean it up so please yourself," I couldn't believe how cruel he was being I had my coffee in peace and could hear him making a noise in the dinning room then going upstairs and back down again a few times after about five minutes he shouted me In between my crying and sobbing and sniveling I was pleading like a two year old for him to stop It felt like one movement as in no time he was sitting on a chair and I was over his knee my head only inches from the floor and my legs dangling helplessly in mid air I soon stopped talking any notice of what Dad said and dismissed him with a surly "yeah whatever" ever time he criticized the way I looked or when I was lazy around the house He waited patiently saying I had a new regime now and I better get used to it and I wanted to yell for fucks sake get on with it as he rambled on about there being some changes in the household and this would be a position I would become used to The more I struggled the tighter he held my arm making it hurt and with a very smug voice said "you have been asking this ever since you moved back haven't you Claire "You can't even have the decency to wear proper underwear can you" as he snapped the elastic of my thong against my bum cheeks The way I reacted last night I expected to see masses of red marks all over my bum and it only made me more ashamed of my pathetic display at my Dads handling of me I had an uncontrollable urge to look at my bottom in the mirror and as I lifted my nightie and turned side ways to crane my neck over I was strangely disappointed to see only a hint of pink covered the cheeks " The pain was really building up and I was craving to rub my tender cheeks to try and sooth them and after the next stroke I lunged full length of the table pressing my boobs hard on to the wood and reaching behind me to rub frantically at my bum My eyes opened wide instantly as if I had been in middle of a disturbing dream He called me a very naughty little girl indeed and then told me he thought a little more humiliation was what I needed I felt his hand touch the cheeks of my bum and gasped in total humiliation as he squeezed them and realized just how far apart they were by his fingers trailing in my cleft and knew he could see my bottom hole on full view "Up you get Claire, we'll see just how smug I can be shall we," I suddenly realized that unlike last night I was not wearing any knickers With out any notice he stopped and let go of my arm, I sort of half fell and half rolled on to the floor on my knees and just flung my hands to my bum to try and rub the heat away " Of course I couldn't answer him and it was followed by a crisp loud smack to my bum cheek " I looked at my dad in trepidation as Harry asked if he ought to come over and see for himself I could not imagine a more humiliating position to be in let alone having my Dad being able to walk freely around me and look from any angle "Barely five minutes over my knee and look at you" he smiled "I think we need to instill a little more backbone in to you Claire don't we" I was nodding stupidly as I imagined how simple it had been for him to bring me to my knees literally My hand clasped the hem of my nightie and I looked in sympathy from my Dad "I've got nothing on under this" I said, just to be met by a sharp "Well that's not my fault is it Claire " With out thinking I whispered "yes' which made him laugh out loud and he made me tell him properly what I was I knew Dad could be a bit old fashioned and liked things doing his way but I knew this arrangement wouldn't be for that long and figured we would get along ok He reached out and put his hand under my chin to make me look at him, "you don't look much like a grown woman now do you" I could only shake my head in agreement as he continued to savior his triumph It made me jerk forward and slump my tummy to the table but my knees stayed where they were making my thighs open even wider, he swung the belt hard twice on my quivering cheeks and demanded I stick my fat arse up in the air where it belonged "Well if you're not going to tell me then I had better take a look myself" he exclaimed, "if you must know its only just a bit pink," I wanted to bite my tongue off the moment I said it now he knew I had taken the trouble to look at it Me and John splitting up seem to happen so fast and although I was pretty upset it wasn't the end of the world and I soon began to catch up with loads of old mates wainwright you can come and see, I am just a little tart who deserves all I get It was really beginning to take effect and my bottom was well and truly burning like mad, "please Dad I'm going to be sick let me up" I squealed He greeted me with a wide smile and looked at the clock; I hadn't even noticed it was only eight thirty and on a Saturday morning I rarely got up before midday I had been living back home about two months when he said it was pity Mum never let him discipline as he wanted when I was growing up or I might not have turned out into a lazy little tart I was quite drunk but in an effort to pacify them I bent over to take my shoes of not to make too much noise on the drive I was almost in tears as I climbed on the table trying to keep my nightie from ridding up my back was impossible as he told me to kneel and bend right over, with a last lingering "please Dad" I put both my elbows on the table |
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