The small flat is a mess... His daughter didn't do her chores

DISCIPLINE & DESIRE – THE SPANKING LESSON

The Breaking Point

The scent of lemon-scented cleaning spray still hung in the air when Stefano stepped through the front door, the middle-aged archeologist's leather suitcase full of valuable evidence for his next move against his arch-nemesis, the billionaire 'philanthropist' Enrico Montanelli.

"Hu? That's new, is she out late on soccer practice?"

The house was silent—too silent. No clatter of dishes from the kitchen, no hum of the washing machine, no sign that his daughter had lifted a finger all day.

"Damn... I may need to hire a maid if this goes on, maybe Emma can extend her duties here too."

His hazel eyes narrowed as he took in the mess: a trail of cleat-marked mud drying on the hardwood, a half-eaten protein bar wrapper discarded on the coffee table, and—most damning of all—the overflowing laundry basket in the hallway, her sweat-dampened Torino jersey still clinging to the top.

Stefano’s fingers twitched. The Osiris ring pulsed against his skin, its golden hieroglyphs shimmering faintly in the dim hallway light.

"Rebecca?" His voice was calm. Too calm.

A faint shuffle came from upstairs. Then, the creak of bedsprings.

"In here, Daddy!"

Her voice was all sunshine, utterly oblivious to the storm brewing. Stefano exhaled through his nose, rolling up his sleeves as he climbed the stairs.

The Confrontation

Rebecca lay sprawled across her bed, the redhead vixen was still in her practice shorts and sports bra, the young woman's pale skin flushed from her post-workout shower. Her phone was propped against her knees, some soccer highlight reel playing on full volume. She barely glanced up as he entered, her emerald eyes flickering toward him for half a second before darting back to the screen.

"Did you have a nice day?" she asked absently, toes curling into her comforter.

Stefano stood in the doorway, arms crossed. "The laundry."

"Hmm?"

"The dishes."

"Oh! Right, I’ll get to those—"

"The mud on the floor."

Rebecca finally paused the video, blinking up at him with those wide, guileless eyes. "I was gonna clean it! I just needed to cool down first. Practice was brutal today—"

"Enough."

The word cracked through the room like a whip. Rebecca flinched, her plush lower lip jutting out in a pout.

"Daddy, don’t be mad—"

"Mad?" Stefano stepped forward, the floorboards groaning beneath his weight. "I’m past mad, Rebecca. This is the third time this week. You’re nineteen, not a child. You live under my roof, you follow my rules."

She squirmed under his gaze, her thighs pressing together. "I said I’d do it—"

"Too late."

Stefano reached down, gripping her wrist and hauling her upright in one smooth motion. Rebecca yelped, her bare feet scrambling against the hardwood as he dragged her toward the edge of the bed.

"W-wait—!"

"No more waiting."

With a firm yank, he pulled her across his lap, the pale vixen's torso pressed into the mattress, her round ass raised in perfect position.

Rebecca gasped, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets. "Daddy, no—!"

Stefano brought his palm down with a crack.

The Punishment Begins

The first smack echoed through the room, the sound sharp and final. Rebecca jerked, a shocked "Ah!" bursting from her lips.

"This," Stefano growled, landing another spank on the opposite cheek, "is for the laundry."

Rebecca whimpered, her hips bucking. The thin fabric of her practice shorts did nothing to cushion the blow, the sting blooming across her flesh in hot waves.

SMACK.

"The dishes."

"Ow! Daddy, stop—!"

SMACK.

"The mud."

Her protests dissolved into breathless whimpers, her body writhing against his thighs. Stefano gripped her hip, holding her steady as his palm came down again, and again, each strike measured, deliberate, lighting up her nerve endings like a live wire.

The Osiris ring burned against his finger, its power seeping into every touch, every gasp, every tear.

Rebecca’s skin flushed pink beneath her shorts, the heat radiating through the fabric. Stefano hooked his fingers into the waistband, yanking them down to her knees in one swift motion.

"No—!"

Her bare ass was already glowing, the faint outline of his handprint visible on her right cheek. Stefano traced it with his fingertips, savoring her flinch.

"You earned this, Rebecca."

His next spank landed directly on her exposed flesh, the sound crisper, louder. Rebecca shrieked, her back arching, her fingers twisting in the sheets.

"D-Daddy, it hurts— F-Fuck!"

"Words young lady," Stefano murmured, his free hand stroking the scorched skin. "Besides, it’s supposed to."

But then—

"O-Ohmygod..."

A hitch in her breath. A tremble in her toned thighs.

Stefano paused.

Beneath his palm, her flesh wasn’t just warm from punishment.

It was drenched.

The Corruption Revealed

Rebecca’s face was buried in the mattress, the slender beauty's shoulders shaking. Not from pain—from shame.

Stefano’s thumb brushed lower, slipping between her thighs.

Soaking.

A low, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Oh, darling..."

Rebecca sobbed, her wide hips jerking away, but the sinful father's grip on his daughter's small waist was iron.

"N-no, I didn’t—I’m not—"

"Liar," Stefano purred, dragging his fingers through her slick folds. "You’re dripping."

She whimpered, the redhead minx moaned against the bedsheets, that sinful toned body she loved to tease him with, betrayed her utterly. Stefano pressed two fingers against her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles.

"Daddy’s sloppy little slut," he mused, his voice thick with mock disapproval. "Getting wet from her spanking. What would your teammates think?"

Rebecca moaned, her back arching, the young woman's fat ass pressing into his lap. The sting of her punishment had melted into something else entirely—a throbbing, aching need.

Stefano’s fingers slid lower, sinking into her without warning.

"Daddy!"

"Count them, Rebecca," he ordered, his voice layered with hypnotic command. The Osiris ring flared, its power coiling around her will. "Every stroke. Every sin."

SMACK.

"O-one—!"

His fingers curled inside her, scraping her front wall. Rebecca screamed, her cunt clenching around him.

SMACK.

"T-two—ah! Fuck—!"

Stefano grinned, his cock straining against his slacks. "Such a filthy mouth on my innocent girl."

SMACK.

"T-three! Please—!"

Her thighs were shaking, her juices dripping down his wrist. Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Come for me, principessa."

The Osiris ring pulsed.

"O-OHMYGOD, YESS!!"

Rebecca's mind broke, the pale vixen's erotic contralto screamed as she squirted on her dad's lap.

The Aftermath – Sweetness Restored

Later, when the sun had dipped below the horizon and the house was finally clean, Rebecca curled into Stefano’s side on the couch, her pretty face resting on his lap.

"Sorry for being lazy, Daddy," she murmured, her erotic contralto soft, sweet.

Stefano stroked her hair, his other hand resting on the redhead vixen's still-tender ass. "Forgiven, piccolina."

The Osiris ring glowed faintly, its power ensuring she wouldn’t remember the way she’d begged for his fingers.

Not until next time.