Confront her immediately

It took me several seconds to gather my thoughts. Melanie's inexplicably masterful blowjob had woken me from deep sleep and the effects of that sleep and the potent orgasm had left me slightly off balance. I didn't understand exactly what had just happened or why, but I intended to find out.

Sitting up, I stood and turned toward the door leading to the hallway. On my way out of my room, I passed a small table where I kept several items I'd been using in Judy's training. After a moment's deliberation, I took the wooden paddle into my hand and carried it with me down the hall to Melanie's room.

Her door was ajar, and she sat at the foot of her bed looking miserable. She wore a soft little cotton tank top and small shorts that would have lent an innocence to her if I hadn't just experienced her focused cock-sucking efforts. Now the look was merely a perverse imitation of innocence. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said softly, not lifting her gaze from the quilted comforter she sat on.

I had no idea what she meant to be sorry for, but I hated being in the position of having to ask clarifications and explanations from women. I let a hard edge creep into my voice and closed her bedroom door behind me. "Explain yourself. Be specific."

She raised her eyes to me and noticed the paddle for the first time, eyes widening. She met my eyes. "I- I just... please don't punish me, Daddy. I couldn't help myself. I know you want me to be a good girl but you said—you said—that it's the proper place for a woman and I just... I miss cock so much. I get so jealous watching you and Mom. I want it so badly; I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry. I'm a woman, too. Is that not my proper place? Sucking your cock?"

She lowered her eyes to the floor. "Are you going to paddle me? I know I'm a dirty slut. I can't help it."

I didn't know what to say. Ever since the boat on her birthday I'd just assumed she'd been traumatized; I never considered she actually enjoyed it, missed it even. My sweet young Melanie... a shameless slut? I thought of all the times she stared at me while I dominated her mother. She'd always separated herself from it, seemed to hate it. Now I understood that she was jealous, perhaps even bitter, and she couldn't stand to watch and not participate.

I pointed with my paddle to the soft carpet in the middle of the room. "Take off your clothes and get on your damn knees."

She didn't move right away. I barked "Now!" loudly enough to possibly wake the rest of the family and she flew from the bed, her skimpy sleepwear coming off of her in a flash before she dropped into a kneeling position so hard I felt the impact in the floorboards.

I walked around her, out of her field of vision. "So. You're a slut."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Are you ashamed of me?" The slight tremble in her voice used to pull at my heartstrings, but as an inhuman thing I barely noticed.

"I'm upset that you chose to hide this from me. You should have admitted this weeks ago." I placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed her forward until she got the idea and fell forward onto her hands and knees. I pressed the smooth wood of my paddle against her pert backside and then drew it back to paddle her.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I was ashamed. I thought you would—ahh!" The sharp smack of the paddle cut her off, her words lost to a cry of surprised pain.

"You don't get to choose for me." I paddled her again, waiting for her cry to quiet again before continuing. "You will report to me and I will decide." I brought the paddle sharply against her quickly-reddening backside for a third time, the impact rocking her body slightly.

Melanie began to cry softly and nodded fervently. "Yes, I promise I will. I'm sorry!"

Walking around to her other end, I placed the flat of the paddle under her chin and lifted her head until she could look into my eyes. "It is good to know your place as a woman. You are being punished for hiding from it, not for being a slut. Understand? Hiding the truth is the same as lying to me."

With tears still wetting her cheeks, she nodded gently against the paddle, her head barely moving. "Yes! Yes, I understand. I won't lie to you anymore! I promise!"

"Are you hiding anything else from me?"

She nodded softly, eyes closed. "Yes, Daddy. I am. I'm so sorry."

I withdrew the paddle from her chin and she braced herself for another impact, but I was done paddling her. For now. Depending on what she would say next, however, I might change my mind.

"Tell me everything. Right now."