An Obedient Daughter
Sandra’s father regarded his daughter with a certain satisfaction.
She was in her mid teens now and such had been his domination of the household that she no more than her Mother would have even considered defying his every wish.
When he was less than happy with her school report (which had been very good but not perfect) he only had to tell her to be in her study room ready at seven o’clock that evening for Sandra to know exactly what she needed to do.
Accordingly as he entered the room he saw, on the far side, his pretty daughter already bent over the desk, skirt up, knickers down and in her hands in case he wished them adjusted so his stingy cane could leave its red tram lines wherever he choose on her bare bottom and thighs..
He sighed with contentment even as his daughter begun to cry.
Sandra’s father regarded his daughter with a certain satisfaction.
She was in her mid teens now and such had been his domination of the household that she no more than her Mother would have even considered defying his every wish.
When he was less than happy with her school report (which had been very good but not perfect) he only had to tell her to be in her study room ready at seven o’clock that evening for Sandra to know exactly what she needed to do.
Accordingly as he entered the room he saw, on the far side, his pretty daughter already bent over the desk, skirt up, knickers down and in her hands in case he wished them adjusted so his stingy cane could leave its red tram lines wherever he choose on her bare bottom and thighs..
He sighed with contentment even as his daughter begun to cry.