Spanking and Breeding My Daughter After Her High School Graduation

Story Excerpt

Emily squirmed on my lap, her barely covered ass right under my hand, the heat of her skin radiating through that flimsy thong. Her young curves pressed hard against my thighs, each wiggle making my cock strain painfully in my jeans. My palm hovered above her, itching to strike, to mark her as mine, to make her feel every stinging reminder of who was in charge. I wanted her to know she was still my little girl, even at 18, and no amount of graduation parties would change that. Her breathing came in shallow bursts, her fingers gripping the couch cushion tight as she braced herself.

“You’ve been a bad little girl, haven’t you?” My voice was deep, projecting authority as I stared down at her trembling form.

She whimpered, shaking her head against the couch. “No, Daddy, I didn’t mean to—”

My hand came down hard, a loud smack cracking through the quiet room as her ass jiggled under the impact, a faint red mark blooming instantly on her pale skin. “Don’t lie to me, Emily.”

She gasped, her body jerking forward. “Ow! Dad, that hurts!”