Not too old #18+, NSFW

“Daddy, no!  I am too old for a spanking,” Lizzie cried, stomping her foot in frustration. 

Her father, unimpressed, crossed his arms and waited for her to quiet.

“Really, Daddy…this is just…it’s silly! I am 19-years old! I am a grown up,” Lizzie said, her face worked up into a pout.

When she quieted under his stern gaze, he began to lecture her in a tone she remembered well.

“And what makes you a grown up, young lady?” Daddy asked her, his voice deadly calm.

This made Lizzie stop and think.

“Well, I’m 19, Daddy!” she whined.

“Yes, there is that,” Daddy agreed.  “And?”

“And… and I am going to college!” Lizzie added, her heart sinking a bit as she realized where this conversation was going.

“Yes, that is true.  You are going to college.  A college which I am paying for,” Daddy pointed out. 

Lizzie pouted, trying to come up further justification for her self-proclaimed “adult” status.

“And who pays the rest of your bills, young lady?” Daddy asked, sternly, his arms crossed.

Lizzie looked at the floor, her cheeks stained with color.

“You do, Daddy,” she relented.

“And who sees to it that you have a car that runs?  And car insurance?” Daddy asked.

Lizzie knew she had lost this argument.

“You do, Daddy,” she answered, her voice softer.

“And who provides you with a cellphone?  A laptop? Your clothes?  Books for school?” Daddy continued to pepper his girl with questions, driving his point home.

“You do, Daddy,” Lizzie whispered. 

“That’s right, young lady.  Just like when you were a little girl living at home, I provide all of those things for you.  And now that you are living at home again, and under my roof, you will abide by my rules.  Is that clear Elizabeth Anne?” Daddy asked, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said softly, staring at the floor.

“Now, this is the second time this week that you have missed your curfew and I am not going to tolerate that kind of misbehavior.  I believe I told you to get up to your room, change into your pajamas, and to put your nose in the corner and wait for me.  Was there something unclear about my directions, Elizabeth?”

“No, Sir,” Lizzie answered quietly.

“Then I suggest you obey me immediately, young lady, or you will be getting another spanking that has nothing to do with the spanking you have earned for missing your curfew.”

Lizzie’s eyes went wide.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, quickly making her way out of the kitchen and in the direction of her bedroom.

When she was out of the room, Daddy shook his head, exasperated.  Elizabeth had always been a sweet girl, but also certainly a naughty girl.  Thankfully, a good spanking applied to her bare bottom always straightened her right out.  After learning her lesson the hard way, she would be the sweetest, most well-behaved girl for at least a few weeks. 

Opening the pantry, Daddy reached in and drew out the family spanking paddle.  The paddle looked innocent enough, but each of his daughters knew it delivered a mighty sting to a bare bottom.  Daddy tapped the paddle against his palm thoughtfully, pondering if he should lay Elizabeth down across her bed for her spanking or turn her over his knee. 

Over his knee, he decided, nodding to himself.  The thing was his daughter had begun to fancy herself too old for a spanking.  Turning her over his knee, taking her panties down, and paddling her bare fanny would reinforce her status in his household.  His rules would be obeyed. 

And she would learn that she was certainly not too old for a spanking over Daddy’s knee.

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Are we ever too old for a good spanking?

Hope you enjoyed this, my kinky friends! 

Happy spanking 😊

XOXO,

nora