He is not content

He walks you through the house, checking the things he told you to do. Several times, he stops and shakes his head. "No, I'm sorry, this isn't good enough," he says as you've finished the tour. He sits down on the sofa, and nods at you. "You know what that means."

You silently nod, and lie down over his lap. Again, the butterflies rear up, as he lifts up your skirt. You can feel his hand on your butt, massaging it gently. "No longer sore from yesterday, I hope?" You shake your head. "Just so you know, I had planned to punish you, anyway, for hesitating up in the bathroom today. From now on, unless you want me to come in and see you naked, you shower after me. I'll wake you when I go to the bathroom, and you'll go down and make me breakfast, first."

His hand leaves your buttocks, and the punishment starts. He's not as gentle, today, and by the time he's done, your whimpers have turned to cries. Still, your pussy has grown damper with each strike. "So, so," he says, back to gently kneading your sore bottom. And, again, there's that finger, sliding in between your cheeks, gently stroking your labia through your panties. It can't be a mistake this time? Did he notice how damp you were? Your face is burning red at the thought.

He gets you up, off his lap. "You've got a kitchen to clean up," he states. You meekly comply. Afterwards, he sits down with you to watch a movie. As the movie progresses, you find yourself inching closer to him, and he puts his arm around you. It feels good, safe. His body is warm and comforting, and he smells really nice.

The movie eventually ends, and you feel a pang of regret as he gets up and tells you he's going to bed. Some part of you, you have to admit, had hoped that it would lead to something more. "Good night, Zoe," he says. "Don't stay up too late."

You don't. In fact, once you hear him leave the bathroom upstairs, you get up to prepare yourself for bed, as well. As you leave the bathroom, you notice that the door to the Master bedroom is ajar, and you hear a familiar sound coming from behind it. You stop in your tracks. Is your father... ? Well, it's not surprising if he is, is it? After all, you're a very attractive young woman, now, and if your sleeve is reacting with attraction and arousal at him, it shouldn't be a surprise if the same is true the other way around. He's got to relieve the sexual tension, somehow.

You feel a familiar tingle in your crotch, and for a moment you consider tip-toeing over and taking a peek.