For letting your daughter make friends like Tasha

She gulps and looks down. "Y-yeah, I deserve to be punished pretty harshly for that. J-just a moment all right?" she rushes out of the entryway, leaving you sitting in her comfy chair for a moment. She rushes back, bearing an impressive-looking hairbrush. She puts it respectfully on a little table within reach of the chair. "J-just in case you want it" she says.

She turns around and looks at you over her shoulder as she slides her dress over her apple bottom, letting it fall past her long legs to land in a heap by her ankles. Her buttocks are still perky, though her panties are plain white cotton, somehow incongruous with her sensuous movement. She steps out of her dress and walks over to you, brushing against your chest as she drapes herself across your lap.

"I'm ready for my spanking now" she says in a little-girl voice.