On Saturday afternoon, Joni would arrive as if just returning from school with the awkward news of having been stopped for speeding. I was really curious on how she planned to play the disclosure. We had decided not to script our role play too tightly and I expected the spontaneity and improvisation would add to the fun. However, I had given considerable thought to implements I might use for the various scenes. For today, I had added a short tether to the handle of my paddle and hung it on a hook in the coat closet where it was near-by but not conspicuous.

Joni arrived a few minutes late - perhaps to be provocative - wearing grey yoga pants and a yellow t-shirt. “Hi, daddy,” she began.

”Hey, Joni. How was school?” I asked.

”Ok. But there’s something else I need to tell you about,” she continued.

“Oh, what’s that?” I probed, already feeling some arousal stirring.

”Well,” she replied with a cautious pause before adding, “I got a ticket for speeding.”

”How much above the limit were you going?” I queried and then added, “You remember what I said would happen when you got the warning last time?”

”Fifty-six in a forty. Sixteen over,” Joni replied, fidgeting at the thought of her backside ablaze. “Please, no, daddy, not a spanking.”

“Your lead foot has earned you exactly that. You were warned, weren’t you?” I scolded. I had been sitting on the couch and shifted to the center. “Get over here,” I ordered pointing to the spot on the floor to my right. Joni shuffled into position acting authentically nervous. I wondered behind the wariness if the anticipation was provoking any arousal for her - it certainly was for me. “Get those pants down and get over my knee, young lady,” I commanded. Joni reluctantly shimmied down the tight pants and covered her crotch with her hands.

“Over my knee!” I repeated and she hesitated for a moment before obeying. I admired her fit and firm cheeks - my canvas for the next few minutes - before starting to spank. I covered the whole zone - from just below the top of her crack to the tops of her thighs and side to side. When I paused after about three minutes, her ass resembled two glowing, pink orbs. I asked, “Is the message sinking in?”

”Yes, daddy,” Joni replied, haltingly.

“I hope so,” I said and then gave her right sit spot a volley of five, hard successive strikes and then the same to the left. “Stand-up,” I ordered. Joni rose slowly and began to pull up her pants. “Not so fast, young lady,” I chided. “The paddle is hanging in the closet. Go fetch it.”

She groaned and moving with her pants around her knees she shuffled more than walked the few steps to the closet and back, then handed me the paddle. “Bend over with your hands on your knees,” I ordered and tapped the paddle against her well-spanked bottom. “Count these,” I added and drew back for a moderately hard swat directed at her sit spots.

She rocked forward slightly from the impact and hollered, “One!”

After a few minutes - and fifteen more swats - she was sitting on my lap. This had become our usual post-spanking cuddle pose. Her pants remained around her knees and I was lightly rubbing lotion onto her sore rump. Her hand wandered to my thigh and then up to my crotch. She gave my erection a light squeeze and asked, “Is there anything I can do to please you, daddy?”