Flush it, but don't tell your father

You open the package, and with just a little push, the pill falls down, between your legs. You hear it clink twice against the porcelain before it hits the water, your heart pounding in your chest, and then, with a flush, it's gone. The choice is out of your hands.

Taking a deep breath, you get up and walk over to the sink. The face staring back at you might just be your new, permanent face. It's a cute face, an adorable face, belonging to a girl who likes for other to make her choices for her.

Back in the hotel room, you find your father sitting on the bed. He pats his leg. "Lie down over my lap."

"Huh?" You answer.

"I told you to be naked whenever we were alone. That means I would have expected you to undress the moment we came in here. Not in the bathroom. I know you probably just forgot, but I find a little bit of punishment goes a long way in making naughty girls like you remember." From his tone, you're not entirely sure if he actually means this as punishment, or if it's just a bit of roleplay.

"I'm sorry, Sir. Please, don't hurt me." You figure that whatever the case, it's best to play along, and lie down over his lap, your butt up in the air. If he's just roleplaying, this might even be fun, and if he's serious, you'd better do as you're told, or he's likely to punish you harder.

The first strike, however, makes clear what it is. "Ow!" you exclaim. The flat of his hand lands hard against your left cheek. "Quiet," he whispers, but when his second strike lands just as hard, you can't avoid yelping out in pain again. "If you can't keep quiet, I'll just have to gag you." He grabs something from the floor, behind your legs, and then, soft fabric is pushed inside your mouth. Your panties. Your cum-soaked, dirty, panties. For some reason, the realization bumps your arousal up even more. You can feel your face flush with embarrassment, but between your legs, your pussy feels like it's starting to drip.

And the arousal helps. He swats your ass again, and though a muffled "ow" escapes your lips, it's sting is lessened by the burning desire in your crotch. _If this is what he'll do to me if I'm a bad girl, I might have to be a bad girl once in a while, _you think to yourself, as you wiggle around in his lap. And when he's done, his fingers slip between your legs and inside you. "Wow, you're wet, girl," he says. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yeth, Thir, no, Thir." Your answer is muffled, but he reaches forward and pulls the panties out of your mouth. "I don't know, Sir. It stung, it wasn't fun, but... I don't know... it just... the panties..."

"Ah, you're that much of a humiliation slut, are you? I might have to device a new set of punishments for you. But, for now, that'll have to do." He pulls you off his lap, and you stand before him, your soft, feminine nakedness a stark contrast to him, still wearing both pants and a shirt. "You did well tonight, Julie. I'm actually a bit proud of you." He gets up, and kisses you deeply. It feels like a lovers kiss, not one born of lust as much as of... something else. "And I think you deserve a reward."