Daddy's Problem

I slowly awoke in the morning vaguely aware that I was in heat. A problem that was only compounded when I noticed the form of my father standing at the foot of my bed, butt naked, big cock rock hard and pointing right at me. "Dad? What are you doing?" I asked, stretching the sleep and attempting the horniness from me.

"This is your fault, young lady. Being in heat with me in the house," he scolded like it was something I could control. He then sat on the edge of the bed and patted his knee. "Come here. Bad girls like you need a good spanking."

"But Daddy!" I protested weakly as I felt my body roll over and begin to crawl towards him.

"The only butts I want to hear is yours being tanned, now get over here," he defended and I reluctantly strength across his knees, well aware of his cock as it tickled my little tits on the way past. It sat under my stomach when I was finished.

The spankings were as hard as they were the day before. And I counted 50 of them before he let me up. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I muttered.

"And what are you sorry for, Katie?" he asked, taking my chin in his hand and looking me in the eye.

"Umm...I'm sorry for being a little slut?" I remarked quizzically.

"That's okay, Kathrine. As long as you're Daddy's little slut. So, are you? Are you my sweet little slut?" he asked and I found myself nodding and kicking myself for being in heat. "Really? Well, then why don't you lay on your stomach and present that lovely little pussy of yours to me?"