You let it continue

You open your mouth to speak, but the shock of the situation has left your throat dry and closed. You are only able to manage a slight stammer. You then reach down and remove your father's hand from your thigh before walking away to try and compose yourself.

You keep your back to your dad so that he can't see the desire on your face. "Mr. Abernathy you're a married man. Besides it's not like that not like that between Mike and me. I wouldn't do such things with a student. The reason I needed to get him the book is that it's tough for new untenured teachers. State regulations say if our student's grades drop from the previous year; we have to answer for it. Your son had high marks last year in history, and I can't have them falling because he skipped this assignment."

Your heart starts to pound as Dave slowly walks up behind you. He leans in and with one powerful arm hugs you close to him as he bends his head down so that his mouth is just inches from your ear. You can feel his warm breath on your neck. "That was a compelling speech. If only you had actually brought Mike's book, I might have believed you." He spins you around, and you see that he is holding the history book you brought with you in his free hand. He casually tosses it down on a nearby table. The thud it makes causes you to close your eyes and lower your head.

"No way that's Mikes book. That one is brand new. The bindings are still tight and the cover unblemished. Like I said, Stacy, you are a liar," Dave said in accusation.

"With tears flowing I look up in my father's suave steel blue eyes. "I'm sorry daddy."

"Daddy!" My father exclaimed with a wolfish grin forming on his face. "I guess I am old enough. So like any good father I need to discipline you for your indiscretion."

Dave then grabs you by the arm and pulls you over to the couch. He sits down on the couch and taps his knee. "Bend over my knee young lady it's time for your punishment."

Your eyes go wide with shock. "You can't be serious Mr. Abernathy."

"Two choices: You can walk out of here and take your chances with the principal on Monday, or you can be a good little girl and take your spanking now and be done with it," Dave said with the same stern look he got whenever he had to punish Mike.

The familiarity of the situation cause you lay down across your father's lap without further protest.

Dave then flips your skirt up to reveal your sexy underwear-clad ass. "Even more proof that you were meeting up to fuck my son," Your father exclaimed. "Now first things first, No more of this Mr. Abernathy or Dave garbage. You will address me as Dad or Father. Do you understand?" Dave asks as he proceeds swats your butt a couple of times.

"Yes," you reply.

Another smack greets your answer. "Try again."

"Yes, Daddy," you say trying to reach back and rub your burning cheeks.

Your father grabs your hand holds it behind your back before administering a couple more slaps. "There will be none of that until we're finished. Now question two; how many times have you fucked Mike?"

The blunt way he puts it catches you off guard. "N-n-none," you manage to stutter.

Whap whap whap came his rain of blows. "Do not lie to me and do not forget who you are talking to," Dave yells before starting to spank you more. Tears are starting to flow from your eyes.

"Four times. I fucked him four times daddy," you lie to bring the punishment to an end.

"Now was that so hard to admit?" Your father rhetorically asks as he rests his hand on your tender ass. He then begins to massage your burning cheeks lightly. "So I know your disappointed that Mike wasn't here and that whatever you had going on with him is over, but I think I have a solution." You father then slips his hand under your panties and begins to stroke your pussy. "I think you should give up on my inexperienced son and let me show what pleasure truly is."