Pops frowning

I find Pops standing in front of me, frowning, clearly displeased at my lateness. He's been like this since I turned 18, never liking how late at night I would be or taking longer than usual with something. I love him, but he has become slightly overbearing... but I can't get mad at him. I appreciate his worrying.

"What took you so long Triss?" Asked Pops.

Oh no. He sounded kind of angry. If I want a chance of escaping my ass feeling sore, I decide to use something that works from time to time. So, giving him the cutest smile I can form, I plead all cutesy like, knowing that he likes it, "I'm sorry Daddy! Please don't spank me~!" Especially since there is still cum in me.

Pops grins for a moment, but immediately wipes it off. He sits down on the sofa, pats his knees, telling me to set myself up for a spanking. Like I said, 'from time to time.' My cute acts tend to make him fawn over me. Pouting at my failure, I lay face down over his legs.

Now in position, Pops doesn't wast any time and starts spanking me. "OW!" Yelping in pain, I try staying still, accepting my punishment, but Pops kept hitting my buttocks hard. Though he gives me a bit of false sense of rest every few spanks, then destroys my rest with a hard slap causing my butt to jiggle. Causing me to feel some fear, hoping that he is ignorant to the extra feeling to my ass.

A few minutes later and Pops is rubbing my sore ass, letting me know the punishment is over. I roll my eyes when I feel him groping my cheeks. Surprisingly, he hasn't discovered the cum, but I do feel like in the restful moments, he was scanning my ass.

"Hmm, it amazes me how jiggly your ass can be." I hear Pops mumble. I turn and glare at him. Raising an eyebrow, he replies, "What? It is truly fascinating how, um... how... 'womanly' it is."

"Womanly? Seriously?"

He shrugs. "I may be your father," he starts. "You are." He continues, ignoring my comment, "but, even I can appreciate how gorgeous your body is 'milady.'"

Smiling, not denying that my body is gorgeous and not minding his compliment, I turn my body around, still lying over Pops. "Now may I shower oh high and mighty?" Giving me a small bow, Pops tells me that I can.

Squeezing my booty, I run off into my room and quickly get my clothes and shower ready. In the shower, I wash off the cum, but slowly. I... wanted to drip off, wanting to feel its sensation over my skin. After getting rid of it, I couldn't help but feel somewhat empty. Hmm, could I be what they call a "cumslut?" Most likely.

Now out, dressed in some basic red panties and bra with an over-sized t-shirt that has the text "Boobs here" and two circles below it. It's a gift from Pops two years ago. He got it from some garage sale and had begged and pleaded for me to wear it often at home.

I run back down and find Pops watching TV. "So, Pops wanna do something?" I asked, leaning down onto the sofa.