Polly Did A Bad Bad Thing (Chapter 3 - 9/4)

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Polly Did A Bad Bad Thing


A Variation on a Theme

Thirteen-year-old Polly and her friend Emma get caught doing a bad thing, and they are punished by their families with having to be naked and getting spanked. Initially inspired by the wonderful “Lia’s New Reality” by Perseus, as well as many other stories I have read over the years, but unlike most other stories on this forum, this one mostly forgoes the typical same-age, peer interactions and instead leans heavily into the M/f dynamic and goes beyond what some people here may find comfortable.

Disclaimer

It WILL eventually escalate to full-on sex between adult and underage characters, including some non-consensual encounters, bdsm play, and possibly more. If you do not want to read that kind of stuff, DON’T. If you do read it, then don’t complain about the subject matter. You've been warned.

I am open to constructive criticism and comments about all other aspects of the story.

Needless to say, all of this is just fantasy, words on the screen, made up for adult entertainment. No one and nothing has been harmed in the course of writing this story, except maybe the English language and the author’s ego.

English is not my native language, and I’ve been using AI to some extent to help me write.


Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

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Chapter 1

Elena dangled two wine glasses upside-down between the fingers of one hand and held an opened bottle in the other as she sauntered back into the living room. She nudged Gary's socked foot off the coffee table with her own. "Move, ogre. You're hogging the whole couch again."

"I am hogging the whole couch because I am the whole couch," he flashed his wife a boyish smile, but he shifted anyway, making room.

Elena put the glasses down and poured them both half full, then sat down. She settled her petite tush in the far corner and stretched her legs into Gary's lap.

"Did you lock the door?" she asked as she got comfortable and snuggled down into the cushions. The toes of her bare feet curled into his thigh.

"Yup."

"Good. I don't want anyone interrupting us," Elena sighed and reached for her wine. "We don't get an evening alone like this often enough."

"Mmmm..."

"So what are we watching?"

"Something with explosions. You picked some stupid romcom with Ryan Gosling last time, and we fell asleep."

"You fell asleep. I was resting my eyes," Elena giggled.

"Sure, you did. You were snoring."

"I don't snore." She slapped at his arm playfully and took a sip of her wine to hide a laugh.

"You totally do, Elena." He said her name with the same affection he'd had for her since they met in college, almost twenty years ago. "You snore a little. It's cute. I'm not complaining."

"I'll remember this betrayal," she said, wiggling her toes into the muscles of his thigh again. "Give me the remote."

Gary picked up the TV remote from the arm of the couch and handed it over, and Elena scrolled through the menu. "The Expendables? At least it's funny."

"Sure," Gary agreed, taking a swallow from his glass and stroking her leg with tenderness. "I'm in no rush to go anywhere tonight, lover."

She settled back, resting her dainty feet in his crotch and smiling when she felt him squeeze her calf muscle. Twenty minutes in, Elena wasn't really watching the movie anymore. She was more focused on Gary's massive hand, which had migrated from her calf to her inner thigh, resting there with a warm weight, his thumb tracing slow crescents. Her feet moved in a slow, steady rhythm, like a cat pushing its front paws in and out, kneading at him. The bulge beneath her soles grew, and the smile on Elena's lips widened.

"Is there something you want, Mr. Wilson?"

"Oh, I think there's a fair chance, young lady," he laughed and slapped her thigh. It was moments like this when he still looked at her the same way he had on their first date, and she loved him for it.

"What was that for?" She thumped him in the arm.

"You're being naughty," he grinned and pointed at her feet, still grinding away.

"Am I? I had no idea. How naughty?"

"Very."

Elena flashed him a coy smile. "Maybe you should show me what happens to naughty girls, then. Sir."

"Or maybe I'll just sit here, drink my wine, and watch Stallone get his ass kicked. I'm in no hurry," Gary teased, and he reached down and adjusted the erection in his jeans.

"Fine," she pouted, "you can watch your explosions, mister. Don't mind me." Elena slipped her feet off his crotch and turned toward the TV, pretending to watch. "Also, reminder—Henry wants to know if we're still on for the grill thing next Saturday."

"Are we?"

"I told him maybe. Didn't want to commit us to socializing before checking with my lord husband."

"Very thoughtful," Gary smirked. "You say it like I'm in control of our calendar. I have control over nothing in this household anymore. I've made my peace with it." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Polly barely said bye when I dropped her off. I could've been a stranger handing the overnight bag for all the attention I got."

"That's puberty for you, big boy. Enjoy it while it's about sleepovers and not boyfriends."

Gary made a sour face. "Don't. I've got at least two good years before I have to think about that."

"You wish. More like two months if she takes after me," Elena laughed and patted her husband's knee.

"You don't have to remind me." Gary's expression turned jaded, and Elena rolled her eyes, laughing.

"So you were not my first. Big deal. Get over it already."

"As if you'd have dated a senior when you were thirteen," Gary said. "Even if we knew each other back then.”

"You know, maybe I would have. I had classmates in middle school who dated high school boys, even seniors."

"Stop it. You're making me anxious. You think Polly would—"

Elena snorted. "Relax. One of these days you'll have to come to terms with the fact that your little girl is not so little anymore."

"But she is little. Just look at her. She's tiny."

"Well, she does take after me, doesn't she?" Elena said with a wicked smile. "Being petite never stopped me from having fun when I was her age. If anything, it made me chase after boys more, just to compensate that I was such a late bloomer. You would not believe how popular I was."

"Yeah, because you're the hottest girl ever," Gary chuckled. "Are you trying to rile me up, woman?”

"I'm serious," Elena said. "It was crazy, and I was the same size then as she is now. Polly's going to have a lot of attention, and there's nothing you or I can do about it. Deal with it. Maybe we should put her on the pill."

Just then, Gary's phone buzzed. He glanced at the display and then at Elena. "Can you turn it down? It's the Sullivans."

"Oh? Did anything happen?" Elena picked up the remote and muted the volume.

"How should I know? Hello?" he answered the phone. "Yeah, hello?" Elena watched him listen to the voice on the other end of the line. She couldn't make out any of the words but she could tell from the tone that it was bad news. Her expression changed too, her playful mood dissipating.

"Yeah... I see... Of course, I'll be right there... No, of course not. Thank you for calling," Gary said, hanging up and looking at his wife.

"What happened? Is Polly all right? What did they say?" she asked, turning off the TV.

"Uh, yeah, she's fine. But we should come pick her up. I guess our little date will have to wait for another time." Gary replied, already getting off the couch and putting his phone in his back pocket.

"Oh no. What happened?"

"They didn't tell me much. Mary didn't want to talk about it on the phone," Gary said, grabbing his jacket and the car keys. "Just that Polly and Emma got into some kind of trouble. Sleepover's canceled. I should come and get her."

"Trouble? What trouble?"

"I don't know anything more than what I've just said. Let me go check and I'll call you, all right?

"Oh, no way! I'm coming too," Elena insisted.

"It's nothing serious, I'm sure. You know the Sullivans. They are a fussy bunch."

"You just said she got in trouble," Elena argued, standing up and slipping her shoes on. "I'm not sitting at home not knowing what happened."

"Okay. We'll both go. But it's probably nothing. Some misunderstanding for sure.”

Gary sighed as he backed out of the driveway. The streets were empty at this late hour, and the ride did not take long. The Wilsons had never been particularly close to the Sullivans. They lived close enough to walk between the two houses, and the girls were good friends and went to the same school, but the adults had never really clicked. Mary and her husband were at least half a decade older, always wrapped up in their own world of opera and charity galas and whatever else the upper middle class did for entertainment, while Gary and Elena preferred casual backyard barbecues and binge-watching TV shows. Their worlds just didn't overlap much beyond their daughters' friendship and the occasional inescapable social function.

When Gary and Elena entered the Sullivans' living room, Polly was sitting on the couch with her hands folded in her lap, looking like she was trying hard to disappear into the seat. She saw her parents, and her face quickly went through the entire gamut of emotions, from apparent relief to fear and embarrassment that confirmed that she knew how bad she'd messed up. Gary's eyes did not stay on her for long, though. His gaze was drawn to the other young girl in the room—Polly's friend Emma. The thirteen-year-old blonde stood in the middle of the room with her hands clasped behind her head, her feet shoulder-width apart, and wearing absolutely nothing.

Gary swallowed, attempting not to stare at the barely teenage girl's nudity too obviously, but it was impossible not to look. Emma was a real beauty, with long hair reaching halfway down her back, sky-blue eyes, and a luscious hourglass figure. Gary's sight kept getting drawn to the shapely roundness of her breasts and the puffy areolas capping her nipples. He couldn't help but let his male gaze roam lower, following the smooth, flat stomach, and farther down where the sparse patch of golden hair failed to hide her pink labia. The girl's face was red with shame, her eyes cast to the floor and refusing to meet his or his wife's.

"What the hell's going on here? Polly?" Elena asked, her own eyes taking in the naked girl with disbelief.

"Emma's... naked!" Gary said, stating the obvious.

Doug Sullivan was sitting in an armchair across from his daughter and her friend, his hands laced on top of his head and a stern, thin-lipped frown on his face. He was a stout man with short, neatly cropped, gray hair and a fastidiously trimmed pencil mustache that only seemed to emphasize the image of a severe disciplinarian. "Yes. She's naked," he said. "And she's going to stay naked until I deem she learned her lesson."

"Her lesson?" Gary repeated, annoyance creeping into his voice. "What lesson? You drag us out here in the middle of the night, don't say squat about what happened, and when we arrive, we find our daughter's friend standing in the middle of the room buck naked!" As irritated as he was, Gary could not prevent his eyes from darting back to Emma's exposed body. Her young breasts were small but perfect, sitting high and firm on her chest, lifting with each shallow breath she took, and the way she held her arms behind her head only served to thrust them out.

"I'll tell you what happened. We thought the girls were mature enough so we could rely on them to babysit little Timmy while me and Mary went for a quick dinner downtown and a stage play. Well, guess what? They forgot we still had the nanny cam installed. And the two vixens thought it was funny to strip Emma's little brother down and force him to crawl around the house naked on a leash like a puppy."

Gary turned to his daughter, flabbergasted. "Is that true?"

Polly nodded, raising her head to look at her father. "Yes, but... but..."

"There is no 'but' young lady," Elena interrupted. "Why would you do such a thing? What were you thinking?"

"It was just a joke, Mom! He didn't mind. He thought it was funny, too!"

"But that's not all they did, is it? Emma?" Doug addressed the nude girl.

Emma shook her head. "No, sir."

"Go on. Tell everyone. They might as well hear the whole story," Doug said.

Emma's voice was small, and she kept her eyes on the floor as she spoke. "We, uh... made him hold his... his wiener, and we played with it. But it was Polly's idea... she's the one who wanted to touch it."

"I did not!" Polly denied.

"You did! You were the one who had the idea to take his pants off in the first place!"

The look Elena gave Gary was one that said, I told you. Gary could see she was doing her best to maintain the stern, disapproving parent face that the situation called for, but the twitching corners of her mouth betrayed her.

Gary shot his wife a look that was part exasperation, part begrudging acknowledgment. "What were you two thinking?" he said. "You were supposed to be babysitting, not doing... that. How could you do that to Timmy?"

"But we didn't hurt him," Polly pleaded. "It was just a game. We didn't mean anything by it."

"I don't want to hear any more," Elena said. "Polly, get up. We're going home."

Just then, Emma's mother, Mary, returned to the living room, carrying a tray with coffee cups and cookies. "Oh, you're leaving already?" she said. "But I just brought coffee. I'm so sorry we had to call you, but these two girls need a good punishment."

"Yes, I understand," Gary said. "I don't disagree. And rest assured, Polly will be punished for her actions. Thank you again."

"We were talking before you got here and we've agreed with Doug that Emma should remain naked for the rest of the weekend," Mary said, setting the tray down on the table.

Gary frowned. "You're punishing the poor girl with forcing her to be naked the whole weekend?" He couldn't help but glance at Emma's nakedness again. It was impossible not to stare when she presented her bare charms so openly. He should not be lusting after a middle-school girl, he told himself. But damn, if she wasn't a real looker.

"Yes," Doug said. "Maybe the whole of next week, too. I know it may sound extreme, but we've done this before and it's been very effective. Of course, Emma will receive a severe spanking as well. I don't want to tell you how to raise your daughter, Gary, but as I understand it, she was the instigator here, and I hope you understand that what they did is very serious."

"Yes, I am aware," Gary replied, suddenly feeling his throat go dry. "But we should really be getting home." He cleared his throat uncomfortably, his eyes refusing to leave the sight of the naked girl. The mental image of the pretty blonde bending over her father's lap to take a spanking, her shapely buttocks rippling from the blows, flashed in his mind and was not entirely unpleasant. Gary shook his head and looked away, wondering where the hell those thoughts came from.

"We'll deal with this. Thank you again," Elena said. "Come on, Polly."

All three of the Sullivans, including the very naked Emma, saw Gary and his family out to the front porch. The Wilsons walked back to their car. Polly kept her head bowed, visibly ashamed and embarrassed, and Elena had her hand on her daughter's back, nudging her forward. Gary was the last one, walking a step behind his wife and daughter, and he turned back, not able to resist taking one last peek at the pretty, nude blonde.

"Thank you again for calling us, Mr. Sullivan," he said. "We're very sorry about the trouble. I'll make sure it won't happen again."

"Please, do that. Let me know if I can be of any help. And please, call me Doug," the older man replied.

Gary nodded. "Of course. Doug."

As the Wilsons drove away, Gary stared in his rear-view mirror, watching the naked girl until she disappeared as the car left the driveway and turned into the street. "What a bunch of nuts," Gary said aloud, hoping the words would somehow drive the inappropriate thoughts out of his head. "Forcing the poor girl to walk around naked. What kind of parents punish their kid like that?"

"Well, you heard Doug. He thinks it's effective. I'm not sure I approve, but..." Elena trailed off, leaving the thought unsaid.

Gary shot a sideways glance at his wife, but he didn't say anything, and they drove the rest of the way to their house in silence.

"All right," Gary announced when they got back home. "I know it's late, but you behaved horribly, and we agree you need to be punished. Go brush your teeth and put on your pajamas. Then wait in your room until we call you. Mom and I will have to discuss this."

"But, Daddy—" said Polly.

"Now, young lady!" Elena insisted and put on a stern face. "And leave your phone behind."

Polly took a deep breath, but she knew there was no arguing with her parents when they were in that mood. Her shoulders sagged, and she dragged herself upstairs to her room and tried not to think of what would happen when her parents called her back. She stripped down, folding her clothes neatly and putting them on her dresser, then she changed into her pajamas and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Back in her room, Polly sat down on her bed and waited. She sat there, stewing in her guilt, and the minutes ticked by. In hindsight, what she and Emma had done was really stupid. It seemed fun and hilariously naughty at the time, but it was a dumb idea and she felt she deserved whatever punishment her parents decided on. They had never punished her too harshly before, and she wasn't too concerned about this time either. She'd probably get grounded or have her phone taken away for a few days or something like that. They were the cool parents, after all, not like Emma's mom and dad who had a stick up their ass. 

Polly thought back on the moment at the Sullivans' place when Emma had been ordered to take all of her clothes off and stand in the middle of the room naked, her bare pussy and butt and boobs and everything just out there for her dad to ogle. She didn't even complain, either. She just said, "Yes, sir," like she'd done it a hundred times before. That was a hell of a punishment. If Mr. Sullivan had told Polly to get naked like that, she'd have died of shame. Just the idea made her heart skip a beat, but Polly couldn't help but feel a tingling heat growing between her legs, too. She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing the soft fabric of her pajama bottoms. It was kinda hot, actually, even though Polly would never admit that to anyone.

A loud voice startled her and shook her out of her reverie. "POLLY!" her father's voice boomed. "Come downstairs! Now!" He sounded stern. Polly had never heard him yell like that before.

"Coming, Dad!" Polly's heart pounded as she hurried downstairs. Her mother and father were sitting at the dining room table, looking serious. 

"Do you have any idea how angry your mother and I are with you?" Gary began.

"Your behavior tonight was completely unacceptable. Do you realize that the Sullivans could be filing charges against you?" Elena said.

"We've never been so disappointed in you," Gary added. "This is very bad, Polly. What you did was wrong, and you have to be punished."

"Yes, Dad. I know. I'm sorry. We didn't think—"

"That's right. You didn't think," Gary said. "We thought we could trust you. That you were growing up into a mature young lady. We were wrong. What you did was very inappropriate and immature."

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"I'm not sure sorry will be quite enough this time, honey," Elena said. "At first, we didn't want to do it, but we decided that you should be punished in the same way your friend Emma was. It's only fair."

Color drained from Polly's face. Surely they wouldn't... "Wha— What do you mean?"

"You'll be spending the night naked, and we'll be spanking you," Gary said.

Polly's jaw dropped. She did not expect that. She'd always boasted about her parents being the cool ones, but now her own mom and dad wanted her to strip naked, and they were going to spank her! That could not be real. "You're kidding me," she said.

"Not in the least, honey," Elena said.

"But... But that's crazy! You can't do that! You can't make me be naked!"

"Yes, we can," her father said, getting up. "Take off your pajamas, Polly."

"Dad, please, no! Can't you just ground me? I'm sorry." Polly looked from one of her parents to the other. "Please?" she asked quietly.

"We have decided. It's not a discussion," Elena said.

"But, Mom—"

"Now!" Gary bellowed.

"You're crazy," Polly muttered under her breath, but she reached for the hem of her pajama top and pulled it over her head, exposing her flat belly and barely budding breasts. Her dad was watching her undress, and it was making her feel self-conscious. He had seen her in the nude before, but now that she was being forced to strip on command, it felt so much different, awkward, and embarrassing. She crossed her arms over her chest. Her head dropped, and she felt the heat creeping up her neck, flooding her cheeks with a deep, humiliating blush. She wished she could disappear and escape the weight of her dad's stare.

"Go on," her dad said.

Polly nodded, daring to look up into Dad's eyes, and seeing a flash of warm curiosity hiding behind the sternness of his voice. Her heart thudded, and a nervous thrill tingled in her tummy. Slowly, she reached down, taking the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms and sliding them off her narrow hips, revealing her striped panties. Her arms came back up to cover her breasts, and she stood in the middle of the dining room, feeling terribly vulnerable and embarrassed.

"Everything," her father barked.

Polly jumped, tears stinging her eyes. Her fingers hooked into her panties and slowly pushed them down. The fabric slipped past her smooth, bare slit, uncovering her completely hairless pussy. Then she pulled the panties all the way down and stepped out of them. Finally, Polly stood naked in front of her parents, feeling intensely embarrassed and not knowing what to do. She had already turned thirteen, which technically made her a teenager, but she was petite like her mother, small for her age, with barely any breasts to speak of. She could easily be mistaken for a ten-year-old, and as a matter of fact, she often was, and it irked her to no end. Her hands instinctively folded over her breasts and pubic mound.

Garry swallowed, letting his gaze roam over his daughter's body. There was nothing wrong with appreciating the girl's nakedness. It was natural. He wasn't a creep or a pervert. He was just a man, and besides, she had to learn her lesson. 

"You're a very bad girl," he finally said. "And a very immature one, it seems. You and your friend had some fun at little Timmy's expense. But now it's time for you to grow up. Stand up straight, hands behind your head. And spread your legs wider."

"Dad..."

He raised his voice. "Do what I say, Polly! Don't make me tell you again or it will get worse."

Polly did as she was told, standing with her fingers laced behind her head and her feet spread apart, exposing her smooth, bare vulva and her tiny breasts. It was beyond embarrassing, but there was also something weirdly exciting about the situation. Her pulse was racing and her skin tingled, and she didn't know how to make sense of the contradicting sensations. She could not bear to look at her father.

Gary cleared his throat. He could feel the blood rush to his groin, and a stiffening of his cock, which he valiantly tried to ignore. Any man would react the same, seeing a young, pretty girl standing bared like that in front of him. But he was a father disciplining his daughter. That was the focus here. Nothing else. "Turn around," he said.

Polly turned, exposing her bare backside and the smooth cleft of her buttocks.

"Bend over," her father ordered, and Polly obeyed. She bent forward from the waist, arching her back and pushing her bare butt out. She could feel her father's eyes on her, staring at her exposed private parts. That wasn't what embarrassed her the most, though. What was really embarrassing was that a part of her wanted him to look. She had no idea why, but her nipples hardened, and her kitty felt flushed and tender, the same way it did when she touched herself, late at night, under the covers, when no one was around. She felt ashamed for having those thoughts in front of her dad, but the shame only made her arousal grow.

Gary took a deep breath, watching Polly's submissive posture, her legs spread wide and her ass jutting out. The position put both her little pussy and butthole on display, the puffy lips parting, and the smooth, pink flesh beckoned to him. He felt a little awkward and ashamed that seeing his little girl exposed like that was turning him on, and he was hoping that Elena wouldn't notice. 

He cleared his throat again. "Now stay like that. Don't move. Mommy's going to spank you first."

Elena got up and walked over, standing next to her daughter. "I know we haven't had to spank you in a long time, and we were hoping we wouldn't have to start again, but tonight you have given us no choice." She lifted her hand and brought it down with a loud smack on Polly's left buttock.

"Ow!" Polly yelped, jumping and losing the position.

"Stay put," Elena said. "This is going to hurt, but it's for your own good."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Elena brought her hand down on Polly's bottom, again and again, and Polly started sobbing almost immediately. "Ow, ow, my butt!" she wailed. "Mommy, please!"

"What's the passcode to your phone?" Gary asked.

"Huh?" Polly was taken aback. "You cannot look through my phone!"

SMACK!

"You lost any rights for privacy tonight. Tell us the passcode or we'll just have to take it away," Elena said.

"6767," Polly muttered.

Gary rolled his eyes and picked up the cell phone that was lying on the table while Elena continued spanking Polly with fast, sharp slaps with her open hand.

 SMACK! SMACK!

Polly's eyes flooded with tears. She tried to stay in position, but it was hard, and she had to clench her fists, and grit her teeth to keep from yelling. She did not know what was worse, that Mom spanked her bottom, or that Dad was scrolling through her photos and messages.

"Hmm. Would you look at that," Gary said and showed the phone to Elena. 

Polly's heart jumped and nearly stopped. She was sure she'd deleted those videos. The screen showed a close-up of her face with her tongue outstretched, flicking against the end of Timmy's little boy pecker.

"Oh boy. This is not good," Elena said.

"No," Gary agreed.

"It was a joke!" Polly sobbed. "We didn't mean... Please!"

"And this? Was that also a joke?" Dad showed another video of Polly pulling her pants down and rolling her bare pussy before the camera. "Are you sending naughty photos and videos of yourself to other people, Polly?"

"Uhh..."

"Answer me," Gary said.

"Don't lie to us," Elena said. "Tell the truth." Her hand kept smacking her daughter's bottom.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Aaah! Sometimes, yeah, okay?" Polly cried. "A couple of boys I know asked for it. It's no big deal. Everybody's doing it."

"Oh, no, no, no. Not a big deal?" Elena shook her head. "You never know where these pictures are going to end up and what people will do with them. It's a very, very bad thing. Very bad."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"OWWW!" Polly wailed when her mom continued raining blows on her already red and burning butt. Her mind went into a panic, and she was not able to think straight. She started crying and pleading, offering her apologies, swearing that she would never do anything like that again.

"I know you're sorry now, but that's just not enough. You have a lot more coming, young lady. We're very disappointed in you," Elena said and sat down, shaking her hand, which had gone a little numb. "Your turn, babe. I've warmed her up."

Polly sniffed and wiped her eyes, and then yelped in surprise as Dad grabbed her hand and pulled her across his knees. He lifted his hand and brought it down hard.

THWACK!

"OWWW! Da-aaa-ddy!" Polly howled. Dad's large, rough hand spanked much harder than Mom, and it felt like he was trying to slap the already burning skin right off her butt. 

THWACK!

"Oww, Dad, please stop! I'm sorry! Ohhh! OWWW! I'll never do it again!"

Gary did not lay into his daughter's ass nearly as fast as Elena had, but he made each blow count. He landed his open palm in a different place every time, spanking both cheeks and her thighs, and then let the hand linger, savoring the feel of her naked skin. 

THWACK!

"Oww, please, Dad, that hurts! Ahh, nooo, stop! No more, please, no more!"

THWACK! THWACK!

"Of course, it hurts. It's supposed to hurt, you silly girl." Gary spanked Polly some more, watching her little ass ripple and jiggle under the blows. The whole situation was getting to him, his erection was throbbing in his pants, and he couldn't remember the last time he had been this aroused. He felt a little guilty, knowing he shouldn't be thinking of his daughter in that way, but he didn't even try to hide his arousal anymore. Elena had probably noticed anyway. He didn't want to get carried away, but there was a certain undeniable thrill in having Polly over his lap like this. The image of pretty, blonde Emma, naked in the Sullivans' living room flashed in his mind again, and he imagined it was her cute little butt he was spanking, watching it shake and turn pink, her squeals and wails of protest ringing in his ears. 

THWACK!

"Owwwww, Daaaddyyyyy, no more! Please, Dad, I'll be good, I promise!" Polly cried when her dad's heavy hand came down again on her sore ass, sending shockwaves through her entire body. She didn't think her parents had ever been this angry with her. The spanking was hurting more than she could have ever imagined, on top of being extremely humiliating. She was aware of her father's large erection pressing into her stomach and her ears burned hot. What kind of dad would get a boner like that from spanking his own daughter?

"All right," Elena interrupted, laying a restraining hand on her husband's shoulder. "I think she has had enough."

Gary stopped, his hand resting on Polly's reddened cheeks. He had not expected his daughter's bare ass and pussy to be such a turn on, but she was a pretty girl. His hand moved lower, brushing the tender skin of Polly's inner thighs.

"Okay, get up," he told her.

Polly stood up and turned to face her parents, her hands once again covering her pussy and her breasts. 

"Stop covering yourself." Gary said sharply. "Apparently, you've shown your naughty bits to everyone. Why should you hide them now?"

Hesitantly, Polly moved her hands away, but she kept her legs tightly pressed together.

"Spread your legs. Hands on your head. From now on, you'll be standing like that without having to be told."

"But, Daddy—"

"Quiet! Do it," he barked.

Polly complied, spreading her legs, turning her feet out, and clasping her hands behind her head.

"Now, listen," Gary said. "It looks like today was no accident. You and Emma have been spinning out of control, and it's time we put a stop to it. Your punishment will need to be much stricter than we originally intended. The Sullivans might be on to something, and I think we should do the same thing. You will no longer be allowed to wear any clothes at home."

"WHAT?" Polly's jaw dropped, and she stared at her father in disbelief.

"Yes, honey. Your dad is right. You'll spend the whole day naked, every day, until we say otherwise," Elena said.

"But—You can't do that!" Polly complained.

"You'll do what we say," Gary said. "Now, you'll put all of your clothes in a laundry basket and bring them to the basement."

"But—"

"Do not argue with me. Move!"

With a crimson bottom, tears stinging her eyes, and her face twisted in bitter disbelief, Polly hurried upstairs and collected the clothes from her room, piling everything in a laundry basket. Then she took the basket to the basement and placed it on the floor by the washing machine. When she returned upstairs, she was shocked to see her bedroom door lifted out of its hinges and leaning against the wall.

"You don't deserve a door," her mother explained. "Get to bed."

"Wha—What?" Polly gasped at what she was hearing. Her parents were going insane. They couldn't treat her like this, could they? But, it looked like they could. Polly slipped into her bed, but found her blanket was gone as well. 

"Good night," Mom said and switched off the light.

"Good night. We'll talk tomorrow," Dad added.

Her parents left and Polly was alone, in the dark, lying naked on her bare bed. As exhausted as she was from the evening's events, Polly couldn't fall sleep. Her butt hurt, and she tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position. Then she heard the unmistakeable sounds of her parents fucking. It was not the first time she'd heard them having sex in their bedroom across the hall, and it had always made Polly cringe. But tonight, it sounded like they poured all of their frustrations and anger into the act, and the sounds were louder and more violent than Polly had ever heard them. It was as if they wanted her to hear, and Polly's ears burned with another wave of embarrassment. 

Polly listened to the grunts and moans and the sounds of her parents' bodies slamming together. She imagined her mom naked and her dad on top of her, fucking her with heavy thrusts. Her own pussy already tingled, and she was ashamed to find herself getting wetter. Her hand found its way between her legs, and she stroked her clit, her eyes closed and imagining her father's naked buttocks, covered with a sheen of sweat, pumping up and down. It was wrong, Polly knew, but she couldn't help herself. She was so turned on by the noises coming from the next room and the images flashing through her head. Her fingers danced on her clit and her hips began to rise and fall to meet her hand. Before she knew it, Polly was on the edge.

"Ahhh!" Polly cried. Her whole body tensed and then shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over her. She was still gasping for air when the shame hit her and Polly buried her face in her pillow, overwhelmed with guilt. 

No! She had cum listening to her parents having sex. Gross! What the hell was wrong with her?

[Mental_Shifter]

A very good start.

[tiger_kitten_2025]

I really liked this. I certainly don't mind a bit of a harder story. I can't wait to see what happens next. Thanks for writing this.

[Melissaj15]

OMG this story is the best spanking one I have read ...I can't wait until the next installment.

[alberic]

Chapter 2

Gary Wilson woke up and stretched on the king-sized bed. He was a large man, both in height and mass, and he liked his space. He turned his head and reached out, searching for his wife's warm body, but her side of the bed was empty. It was a rare weekend morning that Elena was up earlier than him. She liked to sleep in, and Gary was the one who'd usually jump out of bed at the crack of dawn regardless of the day. He got up, pulled his loose boxers on, and followed the smell of freshly brewed coffee to the kitchen. Before he headed downstairs, though, he stopped to peek into Polly's room. The door stood tilted against the wall beside its frame as a stark reminder of the night's events, and nothing blocked Gary's view of his daughter's bed.

She was sleeping on her stomach, hugging her pillow, and her butt was completely exposed. Not only that, but her legs were apart, one of her knees drawn up and her foot tucked in, and the puffy folds of her pussy spread open, hinting at the darker pink of her interior. Gary watched his daughter for a moment as if mesmerized. She was such a precious little thing. 

Yesterday felt unreal, like something out of a wet dream. His sweet little Polly was apparently not a little girl anymore, not by a long shot. The punishment they had decided on last night was extreme, yes, but he couldn't deny it was warranted. He had to be the tough dad now, because the alternative was being a pushover, and that could only lead to more trouble. Gary shook his head to tear himself from the sight and made his way downstairs. He found Elena sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. She was wearing a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet from the shower.

"Hey," Gary greeted her with a kiss.

"Morning, babe."

He poured himself a cup and sat down. "You're up early."

"Yeah, well. I've been up for a while, just couldn't sleep. You seem chipper, though," Elena observed.

"Oh, yeah, no, I'm not, uh..." he stuttered, "I'm not excited about punishing Polly, if that's what you're thinking. That's not fun."

"No. But we do agree it is the right thing to do. Right?"

"Right," Gary nodded quickly. "Absolutely. No clothes. All day, every day."

"I said I was wild when I was her age, but not quite like that. We didn't have smartphones and TikTok in the nineties, thank God." Elena reached across the table and picked up Polly's phone. "I've been going through her messages. She's sent some pretty racy stuff to at least half a dozen different guys, some of it going as far back as last year. So if you thought your little Polly was an innocent flower, think again. At this rate, she'll be pregnant before she even starts high school."

Gary blinked. "You mean she's... doing it already?"

"No. I don't think so," Elena said. "Little Timmy is probably the only cock she's ever seen up close. But there is no question that our daughter is horny. The question is what we are going to do about it."

"What do you mean? Punish her. Of course. We talked about this."

"Of course. That stands," Elena said and wrought her hands. "Keeping her naked at home, constantly embarrassed... it should make her think twice about what's appropriate."

Gary nodded slowly. "Right. Okay. So we're on the same page."

"But... if she got what she needs, here at home from someone who actually cares about her, she wouldn't have to look for it elsewhere, with some selfish, pimple-faced boy, and possibly get hurt."

"Wait. You're not suggesting..." Gary raised his eyebrows. "You want me to fuck her?"

"No, dumbass." Elena rolled her eyes and thumped him. "I didn't say that. Just... you know, show her what it's like to feel good from a man's hand."

Gary swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. "You're actually giving me permission to touch our daughter? In that way?"

Elena shrugged. "It's not like you weren't already getting excited about it, don't pretend. You think I haven't noticed? And believe me, your daughter noticed, too. That thing of yours is like a ballistic missile. There's no chance in hell she missed it. Your daughter knows you got hard spanking her. What she thinks of that is anyone's guess."

"Lena, I..." Gary started, then trailed off.

"Come on, I'm not accusing you of anything," Elena said, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. "Besides, you were an animal in bed last night. We haven't had sex like that in years. I want more of that. And if giving Polly a little tough love gets you there, I'm fine with it."

"Maybe it's you who needs some tough love, young lady. I can't believe you'd suggest that."

"You wouldn't dare, big boy."

The next thing Elena knew was that her husband's strong hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her out of the chair. She shrieked, half protest, half giggling as she got stripped out of her bathrobe and thrown naked over his bare knees. He started spanking her with as much force as he had used with Polly the night before, and Elena laughed and pretended to struggle.

"Daddy, please!" she protested, hamming it up. "I'll be a good girl! Daddy, owww, please, no more!"

Gary spanked Elena a little longer, watching the firm roundness of her tight ass ripple and turn red, and he was soon fully hard and tenting the front of his boxers. He then bent her over the table, dropped his underwear, and pushed inside.

---

Polly woke up to the sounds of her parents having sex downstairs, and a wave of cringe washed over her. Oh God, not again. Were they going to do that all the time now? In the kitchen? The noises were loud enough that Polly didn't need to imagine much. She could hear them clearly, the moans and the slapping of skin against skin. It was Saturday morning, and Polly's face already burned with embarrassment and her pussy grew hot. It was disgusting, listening to her parents fucking. Gross. Totally gross.

She ran to the bathroom and got the shower running, hoping it would drown out the sounds. As the hot water splashed her back, she was reminded of the soreness in her bottom. It was no longer as bad as it had been last night, but her ass cheeks still tingled and smarted a bit, and Polly's fingers found their way to her slit without her even thinking about it. She closed her eyes and imagined her dad's strong, heavy hand coming down hard, turning her little ass a bright shade of red. The thought was disturbing, but also thrilling, and it drove her crazy. Why was she like this? 

She remembered how her dad's big, stiff thing pressed against her belly, and the way he'd made her stand fully exposed in the middle of the dining room, spreading her legs and holding her hands behind her head. Would they really make her be naked at home, all the time? That seemed genuinely insane. Being naked in front of her parents was bad enough, but what if someone else came over? Then she would die of embarrassment. And then... then... her fingers rubbed faster and harder, and she could feel the orgasm building in the pit of her tummy. A tiny part of her, deep inside, was looking forward to the idea. 

Polly masturbated herself to a quick orgasm. Coming down from the high, the guilt hit her hard. She could not understand. It was all so wrong, yet so exciting, and Polly wondered if that made her a bad person. Was she a sick pervert or something? 

She got out of the shower and grabbed a towel, quickly patting herself dry. Then she wrapped the towel around her body and reached for the hairdryer, turning it on high. The aggressive roar and whir of the machine helped smother the noise coming from the kitchen, making the cringe a little more bearable. She stayed in the bathroom until she was certain her mom and dad were done fucking, waiting until the silence stretched long enough that it felt safe to emerge.

About to head downstairs, Polly remembered she was supposed to be naked, and almost dropped the towel, but her hands instinctively tightened. A streak of defiance surged through her. Maybe they hadn't meant it. Maybe they changed their mind. And maybe if she just walked down wearing it, they'd realize how ridiculous this all was and give up on the whole nakedness thing. But another thought, darker and more insidious, pushed its way into her mind. What if she just refused? A shiver traced its way down her spine as Polly realized with a sudden jolt that that last possibility—the chance of being forced and disciplined again—frightened and at the same time thrilled her far more than any of the others.

With a pounding heart, Polly slowly descended the steps and walked into the kitchen. Her parents were now dressed, sitting at the table, and looking up when she entered. They exchanged glances, and Dad raised his eyebrows.

"Good morning," Mom said.

"Morning, princess. How did you sleep?" her dad added.

"Uhh... morning." Polly was suddenly tongue-tied. Her hand held onto the top edge of the towel like it was a protective shield. "Okay, I guess."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Dad said. "You were supposed to come down naked, Polly."

Polly's stomach clenched, but a stubborn defiance flashed in her eyes. She knew she was asking for trouble, but she wasn't going to give in easily. "I won't be walking around naked, Dad. It's stupid."

Mom and Dad looked at each other again, and something unspoken passed between them. Polly sensed a little smile cross her mother's face, but it was gone before she could be sure.

"Take the towel off," Dad said, enunciating every word.

Polly bit her lip, her grip on the towel tightening. She shook her head. "No."

Her father was on his feet in an instant, and before Polly knew what was happening, he grabbed the towel and yanked it off her with force. 

"Daaad!"

Polly tried to cover herself, but before she could do that, her dad's hand grabbed her wrist, and held it up, forcing her to stand on her toes. His other hand slid down and squeezed her buttock, his fingers digging painfully into the tender flesh of her butt crack.

"OWWW!" she yelped.

"Don't test me, missy. I am not playing."

"Dad, please, let go!"

Gary released her, and Polly stumbled and nearly fell. Then, as fast as lightning, he grabbed her by the arm and marched her toward the kitchen table. Next thing she knew, she was bent over his lap and his large hand was spanking her ass.

"No, Dad! Owww! Ahh!"

He spanked her harder than yesterday, the blows falling fast and relentless, rapidly turning her skin a bright shade of pink, then red.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! 

"Oww, Dad, please! OWWW!"

Polly kicked her legs and tried to twist out of his grip, but she quickly found it was useless. The only effect it had was that it opened her legs wide, and her pussy pressed against his leg. She knew her dad was looking straight into her crotch, and she felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck and into her face as the familiar tingle in her belly came back.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! 

"OWWW! Ahhh, nooo, stop! Please! Noooo, Daddyyyyy!"

Finally, the spanking stopped, but he kept his hand on her burning butt. He stroked her reddened skin, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass and the cleft between her cheeks. Then his hand slipped between her legs.

"Dad!" Polly gasped in shock.

"Shush," her dad said, and he caressed the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs.

Polly fought hard not to clamp her legs shut right away. Her pussy tingled with a familiar warmth, and the thought of her father touching her there was mortifying yet undeniably thrilling. His fingers were rough and thick, so different from her own delicate touch, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if he moved them higher. 

And then, he did. Dad's fingers crept closer to her slit, and then brushed against her outer labia. "You were right. She's wet," he said matter-of-factly.

Polly thought she was going to die. She couldn't believe her father had his hand between her legs, stroking her pussy. His finger dipped into the slick groove, and Polly gasped, feeling the fat digit slide between her lips and then brush over her swollen clit. Her mind screamed for him to stop, but her body betrayed her. A yearning moan escaped her lips and her hips involuntarily moved, trying to grind her mound against her dad's hand.

"See?" her mom said. "I told you."

"Hmm. Like mother, like daughter. It looks like someone liked the spanking," Dad said, and his finger slipped deeper into her wetness.

Polly's ears burned hotter than her already flaming ass. She drowned in embarrassment, and yet her father's fingers were stirring a strange and confusing throb inside her. His fingers rubbed along her folds, getting faster, dipping deeper, and flicking the sensitive nub of her clit with purpose. And then, suddenly, he stopped and slapped her ass again. 

"Get up."

Dazed and confused, Polly scrambled off her dad's lap and onto her feet.

"Stand how you're supposed to be standing."

Polly spread her legs and brought her hands up, behind her head. The excitement she'd felt was quickly draining away, and she stood in the middle of the kitchen, feeling terribly awkward and humiliated. She stared at the floor, not daring to look either her mom or her dad in the eye. 

"You don't know why we're doing this, do you?" Mom asked.

Polly shook her head. "I—I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise."

"Look at us when we talk to you, young lady."

"Sorry, Mom." Polly brought herself to look up and into her mother's eyes.

"You're almost a young woman now," Mom said. "It's a wonderful age, and we want you to enjoy that. But you can't go on acting the way you did. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is what you've been doing? When you send a naughty picture of yourself to a boy, you think that is the end of it? No. He will say how much he likes you, and how pretty you are, and how he wants to be your boyfriend. He will say anything. But he will share the picture with his friends, and their friends, and before you know it, it's out there somewhere, forever, and you can never take it back. I can guarantee there is a man you don't even know, who knows how old, on the other side of the world, jerking off to a clip of your spread pussy. It that what you want?"

Polly's stomach did a somersault and her eyes went wide. The thought had never crossed her mind. It was terrifying. "No, Mom. I didn't think..."

"Well, that's the problem," Dad interjected. "We have to get it into your head that actions have consequences. So here's what's going to happen. You will remain completely naked at all times in this house, indefinitely. You'll also get spanked every morning and every evening. You'll present yourself for inspection before breakfast and before bed or whenever you are asked, and you will not complain or argue about the things we tell you to do. Are we clear on all that, missy?"

"Yes, Daddy," Polly said. It took a lot of effort to look up at her dad's face and wrench her gaze from the tenting bulge in the front of his pants.

"We're doing this because we love you," Dad said. "You might not believe it now, but it's true. We don't want anything bad to happen to you. Now present yourself for inspection. Lie down on your back on the table."

Polly resisted the urge to talk back and climbed on the kitchen table, lying flat on her back with her legs dangling from the edge. Her breath came shallow, and a nervous thrill spread all over her body. Whatever was going to happen felt like a huge step-up from just stripping naked and getting spanked. 

"Open your legs wider and put your feet up," her dad instructed. 

Heat pooled low in her stomach as she drew her knees up and apart, exposing her bare vulva. Dad moved between her legs, staring silently, and Polly felt increasingly self-conscious and embarrassed. Her father's hands stroked her inner thighs, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin, and he did not speak for what felt like a long time.

"Now show us your pussy. Spread yourself open with your fingers," he finally said.

Polly blushed furiously. "Daddy! That's... I can't do that! Please."

"Funny," her mother said picking the phone from the table, "you were not as bashful when you showed it to Mike, Joey, Bruce, PeekingTom, VoidStare, and... DirtyHarry? Really?"

"Mom! I'm sorry," Polly gasped. "That was stupid, I know. I'm sorry."

"Well, it's a bit late for that, isn't it?"

"Spread your pussy," her dad repeated. "Let's see the little cunt that's gotten our daughter into so much trouble." He slapped her inner thigh. 

Polly had never felt a more intimate violation, but she did as she was told. Her shaking hands slid between her legs, and then, closing her eyes and feeling her heart hammering in her ribs, she reached with her fingers into the wet cleft of her vulva. She pulled her outer lips apart, unwrapping the pink tissue inside. She felt like she'd combust from shame when she heard her dad say, "Very nice. What a beautiful little cunt you have, baby." Oh, God! That, coming from her dad. Would she really get an inspection like that twice a day? That was beyond fucked up. But a part of her, a deep, shameful, secret part, was also thrilled by the prospect. The memory of her father's thick fingers exploring her pussy made her shudder with excitement, and the butterflies in her tummy started getting restless again.

"Look at this," her dad continued, and then he brushed his fingers against the wetness of her slit. "You seem to enjoy it. Just as horny as your mother." He held his hand up to show the thick, creamy film coating his fingertips, and Polly's face flushed red.

"Dad! Please," Polly protested weakly and instinctively tried to close her legs.

"Keep those legs open, young lady," her father warned. 

Mom stepped closer and lowered her face to Polly's crotch. "Hmm, let me see. She's quite hairless. Have you been shaving, Polly?"

Polly shook her head. "Uh-uh," she gasped. She was acutely aware of her mom's fingers sliding between her folds. 

"It's fine, honey. I was the same late bloomer," Mom said with a smile. "You'll get there. Oh, wait. Here's one." She took a solitary dark hair between her fingers and plucked it out.

Polly groaned. "Ow, Mom!"

"There, now we're all nice and neat. Let's see what you got." She dipped her fingers into Polly's slit, spreading her further. "She's still a virgin, see? There's an intact cherry if I ever saw one." 

"That's a relief, I guess," Dad said. 

Polly winced as her mother's finger probed her opening, pushing inside. "It will probably withstand a finger or a tampon, but she'll bleed when anything bigger goes in." Polly squirmed. It was weird and humiliating, having her mom talk about her hymen like that, like she wasn't even there.

"Let's keep it that way," Dad said. "You hear me, Polly? I'll be checking every day, and if I find that little thing missing, there will be hell to pay. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"And no masturbating," he added.

"Wait, what? Why not?" Out of all things her parents could have taken away, this one hit her hardest. Losing her phone and even her bedroom door seemed trivial compared to that.

"Because I say so. We're doing this to teach you some self-control, and if you pleasure yourself anytime you feel like it, you won't learn. Besides," Dad said, and his fingers returned to her slit. "This pussy is not yours anymore. It's mine and Mom's. You are not allowed to touch it, or play with it, or put anything inside. Do you understand?"

"But—"

"Don't worry. We'll make you cum when we feel you've earned it," he said, and to Polly's utter mortification, Dad's middle finger slid into her, slowly pumping in and out, while his thumb rubbed against her clit. "Would you like that?"

Polly was in shock, yet the forbidden arousal inside her grew hotter and stronger. She was not able to form any coherent words, so she just moaned and nodded her head, her hips bucking under her dad's touch. The butterflies in her tummy fluttered and danced, and her pussy flooded with juice.

"Mhmm, that's my girl."

"Oh God," Polly muttered, a wave of heat spreading through her entire body. It was all too much. Her orgasm came fast and hard, and it crashed over her like a tsunami. She bucked and writhed, her hips thrusting against her dad's hand, and she bit her lip, stifling a scream. She had been masturbating for close to two years, and she thought she knew what an orgasm felt like. This was a whole different level. It was as if a dam had burst and the release was so powerful, it almost hurt.

"What a good girl. Such a sweet little cunt," her dad said. "Keep being a good girl, and you'll get it every day." He winked at her. Polly shuddered at the indignity, and the last of the tremors passed through her body. Then her father's hand withdrew, leaving her feeling strangely empty.

"Get up, sweetie," Mom said, and helped Polly off the table. "Have some breakfast. Do you want pancakes?"

---

If it were a typical, normal Saturday, Polly would spend a lazy morning chilling in her room, maybe watching something on the TV and texting with Emma or some of her other friends, and then they'd go hang out together at the mall. But she couldn't do any of that now. She didn't get her phone back, leaving it hostage to her parents, with its shameful history of all the harebrained, naughty things she'd done over the past year. She had no way to contact Emma and ask her how she was holding up. 

Polly wondered if Emma's punishment was any better than her own—or worse? The Sullivans were strict parents and Polly knew Emma was getting spanked often. Sometimes she'd seen the marks when the girls were changing for P.E., but when asked about it, Emma did not want to elaborate and quickly changed the subject every time. Polly couldn't even begin to imagine what a spanking from Mr. Sullivan would feel like. Would her traitorous pussy gush as bad as when Daddy did it? She recoiled at that thought, horrified at herself. A fresh wave of heat blazed through her, and she had to clench her thighs together to stop the sudden ache. She was a mess.

Being naked at home was an awkward experience, and Polly hated it. The fact that her parents were so casual about the whole thing just made it worse. They would chat as if nothing was unusual about their already teenage daughter walking around the house and doing chores with no clothes on, and the way they looked at her was equally humiliating. Sometimes she caught Dad staring openly, looking her up and down, and his gaze would linger on her little tits and her crotch. At first, Polly instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands or by twisting her body, but her dad made it clear that he would not stand for that. "Stop hiding. Show yourself properly," he'd say.

At other times, he would come up and stand right next to her, his hand resting on her ass, and he'd talk about random things, with his fingers stroking the curve of her bottom. It was weird and demeaning, but the more he touched her, the more the butterflies danced and the hornier she got.

It was early afternoon, and Polly slumped at the kitchen table, chin propped up with one hand, glaring at the math homework in front of her like it was to blame for all her troubles. Every few seconds she'd sigh loud enough to be heard in the next room.

"Polly, will you stop that sighing?" her mom said. "Sighing won't make the homework do itself. Just finish that thing already."

"It's not fair, Mom. It's Saturday. Nobody does homework on Saturday."

"Then you should have finished it yesterday, before you went to Emma's."

Polly rolled her eyes and let out a sigh so heavy, it sounded like she was deflating.

"Polly! I've had enough of your attitude. Come here."

Elena grabbed Polly's arm and yanked her out of the chair. She pulled her to the counter and bent her over, and Polly braced herself for another spanking. But this time, instead of using her bare hand, her mother picked up a wooden spoon from the drawer and gave Polly's naked butt a solid smack.

CRACK!

"OWWW!" Polly was stunned. It stung far worse than Dad's hand, and tears sprang to her eyes.

"I'd have thought that we got it into your head by now that we were not playing. You don't argue with us. You'll do what we say and not whine and complain about it."

CRACK!

"OWW, Maa-aaa-am, I'm sorry! Stop!"

But, her mother did not stop. Elena continued raining blows with the wooden spoon, and Polly howled and kicked her legs. The spoon landed in the middle of Polly's butt, the tip catching her open crack, and the pain shot through her like an electric bolt.

"AAAAH! OWWWW! OUCH! Please, Mom, no more! I'm sorry!"

At last, Elena stopped, and Polly slumped sobbing against the kitchen counter.

"Come here, sweetie." Her mom pulled her upright and hugged her tight. "I know this is hard, but you were asking for it." Mom kept hugging her, rocking her gently. Then she drew back just enough to look Polly straight in the eye.

"Is that what you're doing? Asking for it? You know, there are people like that who enjoy spankings and such. I'm a little bit like that myself. Is that it, Polly? Are you one of those?"

"What? No, Mom! I don't know. It hurts." Polly sniffed. She did not know what to think. When Mom spanked her, she did not feel the same thrill as when Daddy did it. It mostly just hurt and embarrassed her. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that maybe, deep down, she wanted to be punished and disciplined and spanked. Was that what it was? 

"I don't know. I don't think so," Polly mumbled.

"You're a bit confused, huh? You know, I understand. It's a confusing age, and there's a lot happening. You'll have plenty of time to figure out what's what and how you feel. But you need to stop being difficult, okay? Why don't you leave the homework for today, and go pick up laundry from the dryer."

Polly shuffled to the basement without another word, dragging her feet theatrically enough to make her dismay clear without actually saying anything out loud that would land her in more trouble. Her mother saw that, but chose to let it slide. By the time Polly made it to the laundry room, she muttered under her breath, narrating her suffering to no one in particular. 

"Pick up laundry, wash the dishes, clean your room... blah, blah, blah. What am I, their slave or something?"

She took out her frustration on the laundry instead, yanking the socks and shirts from the dryer and throwing them in the basket with more force than necessary. She tossed the last shirt into the basket and slammed the dryer door shut with a bang. For good measure, she kicked the basket against the wall, sending some of the clothes spilling onto the floor. It was then that she noticed her father's large figure hovering in the doorway. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, watching her silently. Shit! 

"You done?"

Polly froze. "Dad! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there."

"Apparently. What's wrong with you? Why do you insist on being such a brat?"

Polly didn't answer, just gave a stiff nod, eyes fixed on the basket like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. A sudden flush of heat crept up her neck, and she didn't dare look her dad in the eye. She was in for another one, for sure.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

She looked up immediately. "I'm sorry, Dad. I was just—"

"Just what?" he demanded, pushing off from the doorframe and stepping into the laundry room. Polly backed up instinctively. "Throwing a tantrum because you have to do chores?"

"Dad, I—" Polly started, but before she had time to react, he was at her, and his fingers closed around her nipple, squeezing and pinching. A sharp gasp caught her off guard as the shocking sensation shot through her body.

"Ahhh! Dad!"

"You don't get to throw tantrums and talk back," he said. His thumb rolled over the hardening nub, sending another painful jolt through her.

"I—I'm sorry," she stammered, trying to pull away without making him angrier, but she had nowhere to go. Her back was against the washing machine, and the cool metal covering pressed against the heated skin of her butt. 

"I've had it with your bratty attitude, missy." His grip on her nipple tightened, and Polly sucked in a breath. The thumb and index finger of his other hand reached for her other breast, giving it the same treatment.

"Oww! Dad, please, it hurts!"

"That's the point." He looked straight into her eyes and pulled her little tits upward, forcing her onto tiptoes.

"Daddyyyyy!" Polly whimpered, her knees turning into jelly. Her stomach clenched and the familiar heat spread between her legs. The rough pinching hurt like hell, yet the ache in her nipples was somehow connected to a different ache between her legs. Finally, he let go and sat down on a stack of boxes.

"Come here," he said, patting his thigh, and Polly knew what came next. Without needing to be told anything more, she shuffled forward and bent over Daddy's knees. His arm wrapped around her waist and puled her close. The spanking didn't surprise her. What did surprise her was that her legs parted of their own accord, spreading wide as soon as she got down. Her bare pussy pressed against his leg, the rough denim of his jeans feeling surprisingly good against the sensitive skin of her crotch.

"Hmm," was all that he said. The first spank landed, making her jump, but he did not spank nearly as hard as he had in the morning. Instead, he took his time, rubbing and caressing, and the sting gradually turned into a dull warmth. Each spank made her grind against him, and the butterflies in her stomach danced wildly as the sting in her ass mingled with the ache in her core. The slaps came spaced more and more apart, until finally they stopped entirely. Dad's hands moved to exploring her tender bottom and crotch, kneading and spreading her cheeks and pussy lips.

Then, without warning, one finger slipped into her.

"Ahhh," Polly groaned. Her dad's finger was so thick it tested the limits of her virginity, and the discomfort was frightening, yet strangely exciting. Polly's pussy flooded, and the finger inside her pushed deeper, sliding in and out with ease. Another moan escaped her lips.

"Your mother was right. You're enjoying it, aren't you, baby? Look how wet you are."

"Uhh," was all she could manage. Dad's finger curled inside her, probing around her inner walls. She no longer thought of how wrong and humiliating this was. Her entire world was reduced to the sensations between her legs, and the pressure building up, and she wanted nothing more than for him to make her cum. Her father had other ideas, though. Just as she was nearing the peak, he withdrew, and left her hanging. His hands spread her butt cheeks wide apart, and Polly felt the slick tip of his finger rubbing around the entrance to her other hole.

"Uhhh, Daddy—" she gasped.

"Shhh," he said, and his fingertip pushed inside, stretching her. "All of your holes need inspecting." His finger worked its way deeper into her asshole. It was not pleasant, but not painful, either. It was a strange, invasive feeling, and she squirmed in his lap. His finger pumped slowly, and then he pulled it out and lifted her up to her feet.

"Stand up how you're supposed to stand." Polly turned and stood upright, legs apart, hands behind her head. She could see Dad's gaze roaming her body. "What are we going to do with you, Polly? Look what you did to me."

It took Polly a moment to realize that he was not talking about the bulge of his fly, but the dark, wet patch on the leg of his jeans where her pussy had been rubbing.

"You are enjoying this a little too much. It's supposed to be a punishment, not a reward. I guess we'll have to talk with Mom about this. You're a real handful, young lady." He pointed at the laundry basket. "Finish with the laundry, and then you can take all these boxes out to the trash."

Polly looked at the stack of boxes that Dad was sitting on, and suddenly it clicked. The trash containers were in the front yard, lining the fence where it bordered the sidewalk. She would have to carry the boxes out in plain view of anyone passing by.

"But, Daddy—"

"What now?"

"That's outside. I cannot go out like this. Someone might see me."

"So what? Exactly," he said and turned to leave. "You've been showing yourself to boys before, haven't you?"

[alberic]

OMG this story is the best spanking one I have read ...I can't wait until the next installment.

Thank you so much. Even more spanking in chapter 2.

[Melissaj15]

I can't wait..

[Melissaj15]

Chapter 2 was a great follow up. love it..

[Somebody]

Hot story