Chapter 6

Sarah blushed deeply at being caught before she even spoke and quickly abandoned the plan to blame it all on her best friend, Karen. Straightening her posture and screwing up every bit of courage in her 5 foot 1 frame, Sarah presented her defense. “I’m eighteen now, Daddy, and in New York State, that makes me of legal age to smoke and drink if I want to.” Sarah had a smug look of confidence on her face as she commended herself for quoting the law in her argument.

“And does New York State put a roof over your head and food on your table?” Sarah’s father responded loudly, his words wiping the confident grin off his daughter’s face.

Sarah felt her nipples harden and her pussy tingle, and was not sure if it was in fear or anticipation. The long silence grew more uncomfortable, and she responded meekly, “No, Sir.”

“And is New York State going to pay for that fancy college that you’re going to in the fall?” Mr. Marrotta continued, his anger fueled by the loneliness and emptiness that he knew he was going to experience when she left for college at the end of the summer.

“No,” Sarah replied in almost a whisper, feeling completed defeated and resigned to her punishment. Seeing her father’s left brow raise above his rage filled eye, she quickly corrected herself, and replied, “NO SIR!”

“So in MY house, under MY roof and MY rules, are smoking and drinking allowed?”

“No sir,” responded Sarah with a gasp, as her father reached for her wrist and pulled her across his lap before she could even get the ‘sir’ out of her mouth. “DADDY!” Sarah protested, “what are you doing, I’m too big for this?”

“I thought you were too,” Sarah’s father replied, as his thick hand landed on the left cheek of her sundress-covered ass, “but your behavior indicates that you’re not.”

“OWWWW!” Sarah exclaimed in shock, and a little pain, then remembered her father’s rules and said, “ONE!” while feeling a little wetness in her crotch.

“Will you respect and obey my rules the rest of the summer?” asked her father as he landed another swat on her other cheek.

“YES ... TWO!” Sarah replied through gritted teeth, squirming on her father’s lap, clamping her legs together tightly to fight the tingles.

“And will there be any more SMOKING or DRINKING going on under my ROOF?” asked her father, accentuating each word with increasingly harder spanks on his daughter’s upturned ass.

“THREE ... NO ... FOUR ... NO ... FIVE!” Sarah responded with a whimper and relaxed, as five swats were the usual punishment. Without thinking, she reached back to rub her burning ass, which caused her sundress to ride up her thighs, accidentally showing her red panties to her dad.

“What the HELL are THESE?” Mr. Marrotta shouted while pulling her sundress up to her shoulders, exposing the red panties and her lower back.

“Oh my god, Daddy,” Sarah gasped in shock, more concerned about him seeing a damp spot on the crotch than she was about being caught wearing ‘whorish’ panties, as he would call them. Turning on her side to look at him, she felt the unmistakable bulge of her father’s cock against her ribs.

“So you’re a WHORE as well as a DRUNKARD?” her father shouted, again swatting her ass with each word, only the thin satin material between his meaty hands and her stinging bottom.

“I’m not a whore Daddy. They just make me feel pretty,” Sarah responded through sobs, her father’s words hurting her more than the spanking.

“TAKE THEM OFF, NOW!” screamed her father, the words coming out of his mouth before realizing what he was instructing his daughter to do.

Sarah looked back over her shoulder at her father in disbelief, hoping he would take back that last command. She thought she saw a little remorse in his eyes, but knowing what a proud man he was, she knew he would never recant.

She waited through the uncomfortable silence, but hearing nothing from her father, she reached back and lowered her panties to mid-thigh, still lying across his lap. What she couldn’t see was the string of fluid that stretched from her glistening pussy lips to the gusset of the panties as she moved them down her legs. What she felt was her father’s cock throbbing and twitching below her, and then his index finger traced up through her glistening slit, causing her to shiver at his touch.