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In my upcoming release, Report for Punishment, Sarah and Craig love to roleplay. Keeping with the back-to-school theme of this hop, here's an excerpt from their first naughty schoolgirl/Daddy roleplaying session:
I knocked on the door to Craig’s home office, nerves flittering like butterflies in my stomach.
“Enter.” His voice sounded deeper than usual.
“Ah, Sarah Jane. How was school today, baby girl?” He’d known it was me, yet he played the part well. We’d planned this. Every Saturday night we planned a new naughty scenario. This evening’s scenario had been his idea, and it felt naughtier than anything we’d ever done.
I stepped into the room and shut the door. “Um, hi, Daddy.”
His eyes grew darker as he stared at me, and I remained in the center of the room while he inspected my appearance. I’d donned white knee high socks, black Mary Janes, and a pleated, plaid school girl skirt. Not the short slutty kind, either, but the real kind. I was even wearing plain white panties, per his instructions, and a navy cardigan overtop a button down white shirt. My hair was done up in pigtails, each tied with a white ribbon. I looked every bit the innocent that I was not.
“Is something wrong, baby girl?” He scooted his chair back and patted his thigh. “Come here and talk to Daddy.”
I approached his desk, noting the neat stacks of papers and the thick wooden ruler sticking out of a jar of pens and pencils. Yikes. I gulped as I sat down on his lap.
“I have something to tell you, Daddy,” I said, staring at my hands.
“What is it, baby girl?”
“I wa – was naughty in school to – today. Mrs. Adams ca – caught me passing a note.” Though the story was entirely fictional, my cheeks flamed as I stuttered over the words.
His body tensed beneath me. “I see. Did Mrs. Adams punish you?”
“Yes, Daddy. She spanked me in front of the whole class. It was so embarrassing.”
“I see. Passing notes in class is against the rules, little miss. I hope Mrs. Adams gave you a good spanking. Is your bottom still sore from it?”
“Tell me about your spanking. I want to hear exactly what happened.”
“Oh, please, Daddy. Please don’t make me tell you. It’s too embarrassing.”
“Sarah Jane . . .” he warned, tipping my face to his.
“Okay.” I sighed and slumped in his lap. “She called out my name and told me to walk to the front of the class with the note. So I did. She opened the note and read it aloud to the class. It was just something silly I wrote to my friend Drea about going to the movies next week. Nothing too bad. But Mrs. Adams wasn’t happy and she scolded me for writing notes in class. She said I’d been a naughty student and that I needed to be punished, and she pulled her chair out from behind her desk and sat down in it.”
“Then what happened?”
“She instructed me to raise my skirt and lie across her lap. She paddled me with that awful ruler of hers, Daddy. Oh, it was terrible. The whole class saw and all the other girls were snickering when I sat down.”
“Thank you for telling me what happened, baby girl. Now refresh my memory. What is my rule about getting in trouble at school?”
My lip trembled. I felt every bit the part of the naughty schoolgirl who was about to get a spanking from her strict father. “Your rule is that if I get a spanking at school, I get another spanking at home.”
“That’s correct. Now, do you think I’m going to spank you over your panties like Mrs. Adams did, or on your bare bottom?”
I flushed. “My bare bottom.”
“That’s right, baby girl. Daddy always spanks your bare bottom. I’m disappointed you were so naughty at school today. You must be punished.” He stole the ruler out of the jar, placing it on his desk in front of me.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He stroked my back. “I’m sure you are. Nevertheless, you’re still going over my knee.”
Nodding, I rose to my feet with his help. He positioned me to stand between his legs.
“Lift your skirt up, baby girl.”
Hands trembling, I pulled my pleated skirt up above my waist. He turned me around and pulled my panties down.
“My my,” he said. “You still have marks from Mrs. Adams’ ruler.” In truth, any marks I had were from the spanking Craig had given me earlier for sticking my tongue out at him during lunch.
“See, Daddy! She already spanked me. You don’t have to. Please don’t spank me, Daddy.”
“Hush, baby girl. You know that won’t work on me. Now get over my knee.”
I gave a small stomp of my foot, but in the next moment he yanked me across his lap. Without further ado, he began striking my already sore bottom with his hand, scolding as he spanked. Thrill after thrill coursed through me. I’d been hesitant to try this particular scenario, but holy hell it was hot. Addressing him as daddy made me all tingly inside. My pussy tensed and my clit pulsed with need.
The spanking went on and on, and though my bottom began to sting, it wasn’t as painful as a punishment spanking. I kicked my legs and begged him to stop, just for show. Hardness swelled in his pants under my stomach, a promise of what would happen later.
“Ow! Please, Daddy. No more spanking! It hurts.”
He picked up the ruler in response. Thwack! Fire lashed my bottom. I’d forgotten how much a wooden ruler hurt. Mercifully, he only gave me ten spanks with the implement.
“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, patting my sore bottom.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. I won’t pass notes in class anymore.”
Report for Punishment will release next week with Blushing Books.
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