The very next day - Friday after work - Jane was returning from the mailbox cluster and met Karl as he was headed to check his own mail. “Hey, how’re you doin’?” he asked.

“Great. I’ve been thinking more about our chat yesterday. Ok if I drop-by in a bit to discuss?” Jane asked.

Karl paused, “We can do it now. There’s probably nothing but junk in my box anyway.” Jane nodded. A few moments later, they were in Karl’ kitchen and he was pouring them each a glass of cabernet.

Jane paused and then began tentatively, “So, I definitely wanna try role play and I really like the step-father/daughter idea. Last night, I thought about her coming home after a party tipsy and way past curfew.”

“That’s a great idea,”Karl replied. “Any notion on when or where?”

“How about now and at my place. I’d like to get spanked in my own bedroom,” Jane answered.

“That works. Hold on a sec,” Karl replied. He got up and left the room, coming back a minute later. He handed Jane a large wooden hairbrush. “This is the perfect domestic tool for warming a naughty girl’s backside. Why don’t you set it on your dresser?”

Jane took the brush and turned it over in her hand. The reality set in that she had just requested a spanking and soon this innocent looking object would be painfully impacting her bottom. “Give me, say, ten minutes to change into my party clothes.” She stood and began to leave, then stopped and added, “I’d like you to finish with your belt as I bend over the bed and then fuck me from behind.”

“My, you’ve really given this a lot of thought and planning,” Karl replied with a smile. He had felt himself getting stiff at the mere discussion of spanking but Jane’s explicit request had completed the process. Jane looked down and smirked seeing the reaction she had induced.

Fifteen minutes later, Karl knocked on Jane’s door. She opened it having changed into jeans and a tank top. “I brought this for afterwards,” Karl announced, showing her the open bottle of cabernet.

“I’m gonna go out and wait a minute before coming back in…late from the party. Ok?” Jane proposed.

“Sounds good,” Karl agreed.

Jane went out the front door and paused. She was about to cross into uncharted territory. She wondered if any of her neighbors were looking out, seeing her standing on her own doorstep pondering her decision and next steps. She took a deep breath and opened the door. She staggered a bit, feigning inebriation on the way to her bedroom. “Good night, daddy,” she said with a slur.

“Hold on, young lady,” Karl countered, putting down his phone. “You’re way past curfew and smelling like a brewery. What did I say would happen if this sort of behavior continued?”

“I’m sorry, daddy. Please?” Jane countered.

“What did I say would happen?” Karl demanded.

“I’d get a spanking,” Jane replied meekly.

“Exactly, and it’s gonna be a doozy,” Karl declared. “Go sit on your bed and contemplate what you’ve done and what’s gonna happen next!”

Karl knew that anticipation was a key part of the experience for both parties. Jane took a deep breath and headed towards her room. As instructed she sat down on her bed and was genuinely nervous about what she had instigated. Karl waited patiently for a full two minutes before he appeared in her doorway.

“Stand-up, young lady,” Jane rose anxiously from the end of the bed where she had been sitting. “You’ve gotten yourself in serious trouble this time and I’m gonna give you a bottom-warming I doubt you’ll soon forget.” He sat down in the spot she had vacated and ordered, “Get those jeans and panties down and make it quick. You don’t want to vex me anymore than you already have.” He looked ahead and saw his hairbrush on her dresser as he had instructed.

“Please, no, daddy! Not on the bare,” Jane pleaded, quite authentically. At this moment, she was actually a little reticent at exposing her intimate anatomy to Karl.

“Jane, quit the back talk and bare your bottom, maybe a little embarrassment is exactly what you need. Besides, I need to see how my efforts are progressing. Do it now, girl!” Karl barked.

Jane’s genuinely quivering fingers unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them and then pushed them down, dragging her panties part way off, as well. Dissatisfied with the pace, Karl interceded and pulled them both to mid-thigh and guided Jane across his lap. He began to spank and soon Jane began to wriggle, writhe and moan at the increasing discomfort. After a few minute warm-up, Jane’s cheeks were thoroughly rosy and Karl paused.

“Get me that brush on your dresser,” he ordered. Jane rose and shuffled to the dresser, handing him the implement she knew was going to make his hand feel like a tickle. “Back over my knee,” Karl instructed and Jane re-assumed the position. Karl tapped the brush against Jane’s warm bottom and glanced at his watch. “I’m certain that this brush is gonna leave a lasting impression on you,” he announced and began to spank again. The strikes were only of moderate intensity but at a high cadence. At three minutes, he paused to inspect his work, pleased to see moderate but not heavy marking. “Are you getting the message, young lady?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. Absolutely,” Jane answered. He prompted her to rise and she absentmindedly reached down to pull up her panties.

“Leave those there. We’re not quite done yet,” Karl chided. “Bend over the bed, hands flat on the surface. If you break position, we’ll start over with the brush. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Jane replied, adopting the pose. She quivered at the sound of his belt being unbuckled and flinched when he tapped the heavy leather strap against her throbbing bottom.

“Count these” he ordered, then drew back and gave her a hard stroke on the underside of her cheeks, overlapping the sit spots that had received much of the assault from the brush.

“One!” Jane cried out. When she hollered, “Twelve,” her moderately marked bottom now bore an even darker swath across both cheeks, extending from crest to crease.

She looked to her side as Karl dropped the belt on the bed and then heard him unzip behind her. She felt his erection touch her from behind and she reached between her legs to guide him inside. He thrust enthusiastically for a period that Jane hoped would last longer before pulling out and emptying on her well-spanked bottom. He pulled her panties up over the sticky mess and gave each wet cheek a slap with his hand. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, young lady,” he offered, empathetically rubbing her back.

“Yes, sir, I have,” Jane replied with genuine relief.

Karl walked out of the room and in a minute Jane heard him rummaging through her kitchen. When she had dried her eyes and allowed her heart rate to normalize, she gently pulled her jeans over her swollen bottom. She walked into the living room to find Karl on the couch looking quite satisfied and two glasses of wine on the coffee table. She sipped her own glass and smiled at him, content in her own accomplishment.