A spanking! A spanking!

It’s been so long since you’ve seriously punished Ashley you have a hard time coming up with anything. She’s already grounded, so what else is there? You think back to how you would punish her when she was little and before she started turning you into such a pushover. You type to your blackmailer: “A spanking.” The blackmailer agrees that it’s an appropriate punishment, but adds “All you’ll do is spank her. No matter how tempted you are to do more you'll do nothing more. You’ll spank her 30 times. Make sure she counts it out and thanks you.
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You don’t need to wait long. Soon after agreeing to the terms you hear her car come down the driveway. You take a seat, put on your most cross fatherly look, and wait.

She greets you with a quiet “Hi, Daddy” when she crosses the threshold into the house. As required, she immediately begins stripping down. Folding her clothes and placing them next to the door. You watch, trying to keep on the stern face and not showing signs of your growing arousal. You wonder if you’ll ever get used to seeing her flawless young body.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?”

You stand up and step toward her. She looks nervous. “You’re grounded. You aren’t supposed to leave without my permission.”

She takes a step back. “B-but Daddy, it was for school.”

You pull a chair out from the table. “No ‘buts’ Ashely. Place your hands on the seat of this chair and bend over.”

“Wh-what?”

“If you’re going to act like a child I’m going to treat you like a child, now bend over for your spanking.”

Ashley stares at you with her eyes filled with worry and confusion. She hangs her head. “I won’t do it again, Daddy.”

You stand with your arms crossed, not responding. After a minute of silence, she looks up through her bangs and quietly says, “Okay, Daddy, but please don’t be too hard.”

You watch her plant her palms on the chair’s seat and bend over. Surprisingly she spreads her legs about shoulder length apart giving you a good view of her pussy and her asshole. Your cock struggles in your pants as you try your hardest to push out the thought of changing the punishment to letting you fuck her.

“I want you to count to 30. Out loud. And thank me for each spank.”
She responds through clenched teeth, “Yes, Daddy.”

You place your hand on her butt cheek and gently run your palm over it like you’re trying to find a good spot to strike. It’s so soft. You think how nice it would feel to have your cock sliding in between those cheeks.

You start off with a soft slap and she obediently counts “ONE! Thank you, Daddy!”
You whisper a reassuring “good girl.”

-smack- “TWO! Thank you, Daddy!” –smack- “THREE! Thank you Daddy!” –smack- “FOUR! Thank you, Daddy!” –smack- “FIVE! Thank you, Daddy!”

As the number increases you start to increase the intensity of the spanking. She makes it to 11 before you start hearing her response come out choked and accompanied by sniffles. You pause and let her breath. You’ve been alternating cheeks, so both are bright red with handprints. The adrenaline from spanking her is making you want her even more. Keeping a hand on her hot ass you slide down a little, so close to her pussy. You can make it seem like an accident…just a brief touch. How would your blackmailer know if it seemed like you..slipped?

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