Mid-morning the next day, Natalie called me. We were both at work so discussing our activities seemed a bit risqué. “You should have stayed around for a bit,” she began. “I had trouble falling asleep so went back to that website and made myself cum. Fell fast asleep after that.”

I paused and then admitted, “I did much the same.”

”You naughty boy,” she exclaimed. “You definitely should have stayed. I’d love to watch that.” There was another pause and she added, “Maybe you need a taste of discipline yourself?”

”Ok. That would be fun,” I replied.

“After we do a few more of our daddy/daughter scenes, I can play your strict nanny,” she suggested.

”Sounds fantastic,” I agreed. As I sat at my desk, I realized that the explicit conversation had created a significant bulge in my pants. “What scene would you like to do next?” By my count we had completed the ones on her initial list.

”How about I fake being sick to avoid going to school,” she offered. “Can you come over early-ish tomorrow morning? I’d love a wake-up spanking that I can feel all morning at my desk.”

”Sure. Will you be wearing the same pjs as last night?” I asked.

”Those are great for play but too hot to actually sleep in. Maybe just T-shirt and panties,” she replied.

We agreed that I would arrive around seven and she gave me the keypad combination so I could let myself in. I tried to get back to work but my thoughts kept wandering back to our phone call, the notion of flipping roles and, most of all, the impending scene we planned for the next morning. That evening I gathered my supplies for the next morning and put them into a conference swag portfolio case.

I arrived a few minutes early and let myself into Natalie’s apartment. The bedroom door was ajar and I knocked lightly, “Natalie, are you up?” I entered the room and she groaned. “Why aren’t you up and getting ready for school?” I asked.

”I don’t feel well,” she replied.

”Do you have a fever?” I asked.

”Uh huh,” she acceded.

I pulled the covers down, “Roll-over facedown and lower your panties.”

”Please, Daddy! Not a spanking. I’m sick,” she whined, shrugging her panties to mid-thigh.

”I’m gonna take your temperature. Cooperate, or you will get a spanking,” I replied. She gave me a sly smile, now realizing what I had in mind. I sat down on the bed and extracted the thermometer and a small bottle from my bag. I put a dollop of lube on the bulbous head of the old-fashioned thermometer, parted her cheeks and slid the instrument into her rectum. She cooed in response and got even more vocal as I dithered the thermometer around, then in and out. I continued for much longer than necessary as we both seemed to be enjoying the motion. Eventually, I withdrew the thermometer. “Normal. As I expected,” I declared. “Are you faking?”

She pouted and then admitted, “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

She started to roll-over but I grabbed an ass cheek and rolled her back. “Now you are gonna get a spanking,” I announced and gave each bare cheek a few hard swats with my hand before standing and beginning to unbuckle my belt.

“Please, Daddy, not the belt,” she pleaded.

”Darling, you’ve earned a good, long whooping,” I replied and gave her bare ass a first very hard stroke. She genuinely yelped in response but was buried her face in a pillow for the following twenty-three leaving her taut, little tush criss-crossed with welts.

She reached back and felt the raised contours on her bottom then rolled over. She began to rub her clit with her right hand while her left lifted her shirt to fondle her small, pert breasts. “Join me?” she asked. I nodded and then opened my pants. She eyed my erection and continued to watch as I began to stroke. I was amazed at how quickly she came and then felt myself approaching apex, too.

“Where shall I cum?” I asked, looking for a towel or other suitable receptacle.

“On my tits,” she replied.