Father's Touch

Seeing my expression, she picked me up and carried me over to the nearby couch. "Why don't you rest a little bit whilst I clean up this mess," she more ordered than suggested. I don't remember nodding. The next thing I remember is waking up about two hours later, still on the couch, Dad in a chair next it silently reading a book, having changed into a white tank top and black jeans after a shower, the scent of lavender shampoo still lingering on her scent.

Slowly, I sat up, drawing Mara's attention to me. "You feeling better?" she asked and I nodded. "Good!"

Snapping the book she was reading shut she stood to her feet and helped me to mine and gave my forehead a quick kiss. "Still no fever. Good." Taking my hand she lead me to the now clean table and without warning grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face first over it.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I asked as I felt my shorts slide down to my ankles.

"Oh, you didn't think I was just gonna let you ruining the breakfast I spent like an hour making go unpunished, did you?" she replied and started spanking me quite hard.

My heat addled mind was confused. On one side, it hated the pain, but the other side loved being dominated and punished. Especially by my "daddy." I was all I could do to mask my moans as little squawks and hoped Mara wouldn't noticed. "Ah! Daddy! Stop!" I begged, but to no avail as I got 25 spankings in total. I counted.