Amanda

You hop in your car and head for Amanda's apartment. The whole time, you're devising, refining, and perfecting your ****. As you pull into the driveway, the ultimate **** scheme falls into place in your head. You pull into a space and park, then adjust the rearview mirror so you can get a good look at your face.

As you watch, lost in concentration, your chin lengthens. Your nose narrows, your cheekbones rise, your eyebrows become fuller and thicker. A tiny mole appears on your right temple, just the right size. You darken your skin tone to a deep tan, your eyes fade to a deep brown, and, the final touch, a speckling of grey through your hair. You've only met the man on a couple of occasions, but you would swear that that is him staring back at you from your mirror.

You step out of the car and stand straight upright. Gradually, your stature increases by about four inches. You can't do much about the suit, but a few minor adjustments make it look passable on your now-taller frame.

You stride up to her door and ring the bell. You wait, and begin to wonder if she's even at home. Then, just as you're about to turn and leave, the door opens. To your surprise, the figure in the doorway is not Amanda, but it is someone you recognize. A rush of anger floods your mind as you gaze upon Lorenzo, Amanda's "friend" from acting class. When you first met him, you thought he was obviously gay, but now you're sure you were wrong, as he's standing in your girlfriend's apartment, wearing only a bedsheet wrapped around his waist, sweating like a pig. No wonder she couldn't make it to dinner. "Can I...help...you?" he asks, with his thick Italian accent. You can't say anything, you're so furious. It's only when you hear Amanda's voice that you break your reverie, and remember not only where you are and what you're doing here, but also who you've disguised yourself as.

"Daddy?" Amanda stands behind Lorenzo, wearing a skimpy red satin robe, her hair and makeup a mess, looking bewildered. "What are you doing here? I thought you flew back to New York this morning."

You assume the commanding demeanor of Amanda's big-businessman father, and push past Lorenzo and into the living room. "My flight was delayed. I'll be leaving late tonight. But I want to ask you the same thing, young lady, what the hell are you doing here? This is absolutely unacceptable. I don't mind bankrolling your extravagant lifestyle, but I will not tolerate you whoring around with random men. You should be ashamed!" At this, Amanda collapses onto her knees, bawling, while Lorenzo shuts the door and heads for the bedroom. You seat yourself stiffly on the sofa, continuing. "I don't understand it, Amanda. You introduced me to a man you called your boyfriend just three days ago, and now I walk into this? I'm truly very disappointed in you. What will I tell your mother?"

"P-p-p-p-p-p-please, D-d-d-daddy, don't t-t-tell Mommy! I'll do anything to make it up to you! Just please don't tell!" Your cock strains against the fabric of your trousers at the sight of Amanda, kneeling and groveling at your feet, and the knowledge of just what you're going to make her do.

"Well, the first thing you need to do is to get rid of that...man...who answered your door. Do it now." Amanda nods, wiping mascara from her cheek, and hurries to the bedroom. She shouts in Italian, and Lorenzo shouts back. Shortly, he bursts through the bedroom door, haphazardly dressed, and, shooting you a scornful glare, exits through the front door, slamming it behind him. Amanda returns, standing before you, looking defeated and pitiful. "Now, Amanda, you must promise me that you will never speak to that man again. If you do, you will be cut off, and you will have to fend for yourself from then on."

Her eyes go wide, and she pleads with you, "No, Daddy, I promise, I'll never speak to him again. Never!"

"And the same goes for any other man besides that fine young man you introduced me to the other day. No cheating on him. Not so much as a flirtation with any other man, you hear me? You will treat that young man like a king, and you will do as he commands, always, or you'll never receive another penny from me. Do I make myself clear?"

She nods, desperately. "Yes, Daddy. I understand."

"Now, for your punishment. Come here and bend over my knee." Your heart is thumping hard against your ribs. You use your body control gift to shrink your dick for now, because the pressure in your pants is actually causing you physical pain. Amanda obeys silently, draping her gorgeous frame across your lap. The satin robe is too short to cover everything in this position, and you gaze at the perfect twin mounds of her exposed ass before you. You have to shrink your dick even more.

You begin spanking her mercilessly with your bare hand, relishing the feel of her silky skin against your fingertips after each blow, as well as the whimpering noises your once and future girlfriend makes as her "Daddy" administers her punishment. Soon, her body is quivering, and her asscheeks glow a bright red before you.

"Stand up," you say, as you're afraid that neither of you can take any more. She obeys, and you see fresh tracks in her makeup from a new batch of tears. "Now, you will go and get cleaned up. You will refresh your makeup, re-do your hair, put on your sexiest outfit, and you will go to your boyfriend's apartment. I am going to visit him to let him know of your transgression, and of your promise to me. When you arrive there, he will let you know if he finds the new terms of your relationship acceptable. I am going to give him my telephone numbers so that he can contact me anywhere, anytime, to tell me if you are keeping your word or not. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy." She bends down and hugs you, and the feeling of her full breasts pressing against you is delicious. She gives you a peck on the cheek, and hurries off to get ready.