As the first days pass, the two of you start falling into a routine

After he leaves, you clean up the kitchen, and start off with your chores.

The day passes much like yesterday, though this time, you manage to do your chores without getting punished. Part of you feels a bit of regret at that, and after three days without punishment, you find yourself sabotaging yourself, just so that your dad will have an excuse to spank you.

As the first weeks pass, the two of you fall into a sort of routine. You continue to show up for breakfast scantily clad most mornings, and despite not commenting on it, you're sure he appreciates the view. The days you show up in more clothes, it's as if he's missing something. You also manage to do your chores pretty well, and he's stopped giving you lists. Still, you find that you need him to punish you every once in a while. Without a spanking every few days, you become unruly and have a difficult time focusing. It's more than just a sexual thing, you've discovered. Your sleeve craves to be put in her place, and you find yourself much calmer afterwards.

One Saturday morning, three weeks in, you're feeling especially impulsive. It's been four days without punishment, and it's as your sleeve itches in a way you just can't scratch. So while you're making breakfast, your dad sitting at the kitchen table, you start to give him a lot more of a show than you usually do. As you bring him his coffee, you press your breasts against his shoulders (it's actually still a bit strange to be so short), and you make sure to strike poses that are certainly a bit more risque than you usually do.

"Okay, that's enough, Zoe," your dad suddenly interjects, sternly, as you're leaning over at the waist, grabbing a cucumber from the bottom drawer of your fridge, leaving almost nothing to his imagination. You freeze.

"Straighten up." He rises, suddenly, and walks over to you, as you turn around. Yeah. He's definitely about to punish you.