Daughter Daycare

“Ugh, daddddd,” Rebecca groaned. “Why did I have to come to the store with you? It’s always soooooo boringgggg.”

“Rebecca, you’re a grown-ass adult. I expect you to behave better,” replied her dad, frowning. “If you won’t be respectful, I’ll just bring you to the daycare while I shop.”

Rebecca swallowed hard. She had never been to the mall’s daycare, but she had heard many horror stories about it. Unlike children’s daycares, this daycare was specially made for teenage adult women. It was created to allow parents to browse the stores without being bothered by their angsty daughters.

Since Rebecca had recently turned eighteen, she did not have any experience with the daycare herself, but her friends often complained about it to her.

“Please, dad, don’t make me go there!” pleaded Rebecca.

“You’ve been acting like this all day,” her dad said. “I don’t know if I have any other choice. It will only be for a couple hours while I look at the hardware store.”

Rebecca knew that a couple hours was a low estimate for her dad. He could spend all day looking at fancy tools and new lawnmowers. Still, she had little choice but to follow her father to the room next to the food court. It was decorated with bright colors, which made it look deceptively inviting.

At the door, they were greeted by a middle-aged woman wearing a pink dress and an apron, “Well hello there! Welcome to the Daughter Daycare.”

“Hello, my daughter, Rebecca, here has been acting difficult all day. I figured I’d bring her here while I finished up the errands I needed to do,” explained Rebecca’s dad.

“Excellent!” replied the woman with a smile. “My name is Alice. I can watch her while you finish what you have to do.”

“Great, I’ll be back in couple hours.”

Rebecca watched in dismay as her father walked away, leaving her with the way-too-cheery Alice. She crossed her arms and scowled at the older woman.

“Alright, missy,” said Alice, dropping the happy attitude. “You’ve been a disrespectful brat today so you need to be punished. We’ll whip you into shape before your dad comes back.”

Before she knew what was happening, Rebecca was strapped face-down on a table. Her clothes had been ripped from her body, and Alice was standing over her holding a thick, wooden yard stick.

She tapped the stick against the palm of her hand, keeping a steady rhythm. Rebecca tried to keep her breathing steady as she prepared herself for what was to come.

Without warning, Alice brought the stick down, slapping it against both of Rebecca’s asscheeks. Rebecca yelped as the wood collided with her skin. The next stroke landed further down her ass, causing her to strain against her restraints.

The strokes continued down her butt and onto her thighs. Soon, her legs were both covered with marks.

“That seems good,” said Alice, pleasantly. Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over.

“Now, time to roll you over to do the other side.”