Daddy Discipline Part III - Double Trouble!

Part III of Daddy's special punishment regime!...

“Just look at them, flaunting themselves like dirty little whores...” He growls under his breath. He spys on her through the venetian blinds, his girl with her slutty best friend, cavorting on the lawn without a care in the world. He watches intently as the two girls chase each other on the grass, all sky-larking and high pitched laughter, observing them; scantily clad in summer bikinis and outrageously short frilly skirts. Their slender young bodies brush against each other as they shamelessly horse around. He frowns as she grabs the garden hose and aims the spray at her companion, soaking her instantly. More hysterical laughter floats down the garden and through his study window, the sound making him bristle at such wanton behaviour. In his opinion their antics were inappropriate; attracting unwanted attention from the gardeners, the hired help.
“Must nip this in the bud...” He decides but not before feasting his beady eyes back on the girls once more as they wrestle for the hose...
They are supposed to be upstairs studying, not frolicking and this stokes his disapproval. It’s gone quiet he realises.Too quiet and he doesn’t like it one little bit. “What is that disobedient girl up to now?...”

Swiftly he leaves the study and makes his way outside to the summer house. Through the grimy window pane he is stunned by what he sees before him. The two girls are entwined, all glistening wet limbs, panting, pert barely concealed breasts touching. He takes great care not to reveal himself. He grows very stiff, an instant reaction to seeing them kissing and fondling one another in the seclusion of his summer house. He regains his composure, knows he has a duty, his stern disciplinarian persona alerting him to such despicable behaviour. Behaviour he knows is appalling. Surely he has strictly instilled higher moral values into his young girl? Yet here she is...
He makes his grand entrance, the wooden door to the summer house flies open, slamming loudly with the force. The two reprobates jump out of their naked damp skin and jump apart like two scalded cats; fear plainly visible on their flushed faces. They’ve been caught well and truly in the act.

Daddy Discipline Part II - Dealing With Daughter Dearest

His cold hard eyes study the nubile girl laid prone across his thighs and he feels an intense jolt of arousal at having her like this, over his knee, her dignity stripped away.
"If only he knew the truth..." she worried secretly to herself.
"Not so cock-sure now are you, young lady?" he mocks, eyeing her pert round buttocks, still stained with the outline of his hand print. His fingertips are wet, a slick coating of her pussy's creaminess smothering them. Deliberately he rubs his fingers together before running them under his nose, savouring her scent. Breathing deeply he inhales the essence of her sex. It causes him to catch his breath, he barely maintains his austere demeanor.

Daddy Discipline - Part 1

"Close the door behind you." He instructs in a stern tone of voice that causes her to falter nervously. She starts to speak but a sharp glance silences her stammering.
"Do you know why I have called you in here?" he demands, his mean eyes looking her up and down in distaste.
She shakes her head, fear creeping in on her, acutely aware of his intense glare. She shifts from foot to foot, her eyes rooted to the floor in front of her.
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" His voice bellows and she flinches.
Cautiously she raises her head briefly, catching her breath as she sees the barely controlled rage in his eyes.
"Your behaviour of late absolutely disgusts me." he begins, walking purposefully from behind his mahogany desk. She wrings her hands, fearful of his overbearing presence in the room. Tiny beads of sweat form on her top lip and she feels moisture sliding down her back.
"You think I don't know what you've been up to?" he laughs caustically.