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Was this really happening? The story that Zoey had to some degree inspired was going to play out for real in some way. I tend to over-analyze things and have to make a conscious effort to avoid it, which I was to some degree successful, but I couldn’t get the image of little Zoey pulling her tight, black pants down and laying over my lap, her face silently begging for a spanking!I had to leave; there was nothing left for me to do here so I headed towards the door with her standing at her podium biting her lower lip.“Goodnight! Hope to see you again real soon!” she said with a double entendre known only to us.“I hope so too!” I replied less definitively than I would have liked but I was still in disbelief and imagined any number of things going wrong by the time ten o’clock rolled around. Walking through the door I looked back at her, still looking at me and nodding her head ever so slightly twice as if to say, ‘It’s for real!’ As I walked to my car, I checked the time; seven-thirty, which was much later than I’d normally be leaving but still two and a half hours till Zoey got off work.I couldn’t plan anything as I had no idea what was really going to happen. There’s no way she was going to invite me into a minivan for fifteen minutes of hard non-stop spanking the way my character Rachel had. Those things don’t really happen, but the best imaginary stories are those that push the boundaries of reality way back.I killed time with a couple of unimportant errands and wandering around stores, but most of them close at nine. I made my way back to the restaurant parking area and just waited for an hour to pass, mentally trying to will her out the door towards my car.Finally, she did come out and I blinked my lights twice to show her where I was. She came right to my side and bent slightly to rest her elbows on the door, her face close enough to kiss with a little stretch.“Nice car!” she commented on my racy two-seat convertible, but wasn’t making any move to get in. “Buy me a drink?” she asked motioning to the sports bar next door. I put the top up on my car and we walked together to the door and before long we were seated with a couple of glasses of wine. There was a minimum of small talk before we got to the preferred subject.“So, all I saw was the title about good girls needing to be spanked. What was it, a porn site about spanking?” she asked.“No, it’s a site that publishes stories by amateur writers on a variety of sexual şişli escort scenes and practices. That story was obviously in the ‘Spanking’ section.”“You go there to read sexy stories? No pictures or videos?”“Nope! Occasionally there’ll be a single picture on the title page. A well-written story can have your imagination conjuring up its own pictures probably better than any porn site. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy spanking porn, but they usually lack any real story behind them other than ‘You’ve been a bad girl and need a spanking’. These are very short stories, very direct and to the point, but they still lay out a scenario and dialog between the characters and that can be very – arousing!”“I’ll have to check it out. Do you do more than read stories about spanking?” she asked with a challenging smile.“Actually, I’ve written a few.”“Ooo, I’d like to read them!” she interrupted.“But I think what you’re really asking is whether I give, or get, any real spankings?” She nodded indicating that was indeed the question and I replied, “Yes, I have had some good girls across my knee for a spanking. Are you a good girl, Zoey, or have you been naughty?”“Do you remember when I said that there are times I like to be seen as a little girl? I should have said ‘naughty little girl’; one who gets spanked by her daddy when she needs it!”“And do you need it now? Have you been a naughty girl, Zoey?” I asked very directly.“Yes, daddy!” was her equally direct reply, biting her lip!“Then I guess we need to find someplace where I can get you over my knee and give that gorgeous bottom of yours a good spanking!”“I live close by. Can I trust you to show you where I live?” she asked appropriately.“Only you can answer that question,” I replied honestly.“Good answer. C’mon! You can follow me.”In the interest of expediency, I left enough cash on the table to more than cover the check and tip. We walked outside and back to my car where Zoey pointed out her car, so I’d know what to follow. Within a minute or two we were at a traffic light leaving the parking lot of the shopping center. It took maybe ten minutes before we were pulling into a large apartment complex and another minute or two winding our way through various parking areas to park in front of her building. She came to my car as I was about to get out.“Give me five minutes and come in. The door will be open.” I agreed and waited for what seemed like the longest five minutes ever! şişli escort bayan I went to her door and as promised it was open, so I walked into a typical small one-bedroom apartment, the living and dining area visible, but no Zoey.“Zoey?” I called out.“Hi, daddy! I’m in my bedroom putting my pajamas on! I’ll be out in a minute!” So, I AM her daddy, and my naughty girl will get spanked in her pajamas. Believing she had some kind of plan, I resigned myself to just go along with it. When she came out any doubt that she could look any cuter than she already did was gone. She came bouncing out of the bedroom in silky pink pajamas with a button-up shirt and short pants. “Hi, daddy!” she said again and gave me a kiss that wasn’t exactly passionate, but not a daughter kissing her father either. Then standing in front of me with her hands behind her back and twisting her body back and forth, she gave the perfect impression of someone guilty of something. “Um, daddy? There’s something I have to tell you,” she said, and biting her lip she looked up at me with an innocent face that was trying hard not to smile.“Zoey!? What have you done now?”“I – I got in trouble at school again,” she admitted sheepishly and turned to retrieve a folded piece of paper on a nearby chair. “I have to give you one of these again,” she said handing me the paper, which I opened to find a letter from a headmistress at a private school that Zoey presumably went to call comically Hittinbottom School for Girls. Now I was trying to suppress a smile as I read the letter Hittinbottom School for GirlsAs per the policy of this school, the purpose of this letter is to inform parents when corporal punishment has been administered to their child. I regret to inform you that Zoey received a disciplinary punishment today, Thursday in my study for a behavioral situation in one of her classes. She was sent to me by the teacher listed below for disruptive behavior in class. As you are aware, this is not the first instance of such behavior and the punishment given reflects as such.Punishment Details Class: English Teacher: Miss DavisBehavior: Disrupting class with jokes and engaging others in her behavior Punishment: Spanking Position/Clothing: Bent over spanking horse, bare bottom Count/Strokes: 200Note that the school strongly recommends that any punishment given mecidiyeköy escort at school be repeated at home so as to maximize the benefit of the disciplinary punishment and show the child that you support the school’s disciplinary procedures, however the school recognizes that how a parent handles such a situation is completely within their discretion and is therefore neither known nor judged by this school’s administration.Please acknowledge receipt of this letter by signing and dating below and returning it to the undersigned. Signed: Mrs. StrictmorIma B. Strictmor “Zoey!” I said in a stern voice, “What did you …”“Are you gonna spank me too? Like last time?” she interrupted with the same innocent face.“What did you do, Zoey,” I asked again.“The letter is right. I was joking around and getting the girls around me laughing,” she admitted. “Am I gonna get spanked again?”“You know you are! You know I follow the school’s recommendations! And you shouldn’t even have to ask me that! Get the chair! You know where to put it!”“Yes, daddy!” she said, turning almost eagerly to retrieve one of her dinette chairs and carry it into her bedroom, placing it at the foot of her bed. I could see her from where I was standing and when she stood beside the chair with her arms folded behind her in an ‘I’m ready’ stance, I went to her and sat down. Taking her elbow, I led her around to my right side ready to go across my knee. “You’re not gonna give me double what the school did like last time, are you daddy?” she asked, giving me a promising idea of what she was expecting.“Maybe not, but it WILL be a LOT more than the school gave you! Now get over my knee!”“My poor bottom,” she lamented as she bent herself over my right thigh.Resting my hand on her cute, little butt I could tell she was wearing full-coverage panties underneath her pajama pants. Not knowing her limits, I decided to pull her PJ pants down, but not her panties at first. Grabbing the loose elastic of her pants, I started sliding them down over her hips while she lifted herself up to allow them to come all the way down, revealing tight, white cotton panties that hugged the curves of her small, sexy bottom.“You got two hundred spanks at school?”“Yes daddy, but” she hesitated.“Then you’ll get three hundred now!” I interrupted.“Oh, daddy! Please!?” she said with no meaning.“Shall I make it four hundred?”“Please no, daddy! You can’t!? My bottom still hurts from the spanking at school!”“Four hundred it is! … and I want you to count them, Zoey. Since I’ll be spanking you rather fast at times, here’s how you’ll keep up. When you get past ten, you go back to 1 – 2 – 3 … 8 – 9 – 20 – 1 – 2 – 3 … 8 – 9 – 30, and so on. Understand?”
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