The Saturday after we had completed the ‘Young Joni’ tour, Joni and I were on my patio chatting about our next adventure. After a bit, she paused. There seemed to be an idea in her head that she was maybe reluctant to say out loud.

“What are you thinking about?” I prodded.

“I have an idea that I’d like to try,” she said cautiously.

“Go ahead. Tell me,” I urged.

“So, I’d like to continue with daddy/daughter play but maybe as a college-age girl who’s always getting into trouble,” Joni suggested.

”That sounds perfect, keep the age consistent but a variety of offenses and punishment situations,” I replied. “I think I have a perfect way to start.”

Joni smiled broadly, “What is it?”

”So, let’s say you lost your job. Not your fault - the company was sold and jobs were cut. But now you’re living at home and rules are rules. You tell me you’re spending the weekend with a girlfriend’s family at the lake but instead you’re alone with a guy. I catch you in the lie,” I explain.

”Sounds delicious,” she reacted.

“I think so,” I agreed, then added, “I have another idea. Let’s go for a quick errand before we play.”

A few minutes later we were in my car and Joni asked, “Where are we going?”

”It’s a surprise but we’re going to get a new item to apply to your bare backside,” I replied. She made a few incorrect guesses until we pulled into the parking lot of a tack and saddle store. “You’re going to buy a riding crop. It should be at least twenty-four inches long,” I explained and then continued, “If you interact with any staff - including when you pay - you will tell them that it’s gonna be used to spank you. Give me a two minute head start then come in as if you’re shopping by yourself. I will be watching from a distance.”

I went into the store and was pretending to look at boots when Joni entered the store. She looked around, caught my eye and blushed. She avoided staff while attempting to find riding crops. Eventually she found and reviewed a few candidates and seemed to have made her selection. I moved within earshot of the check-out counter and I pretended to assess huge belt buckles.

Joni approached and handed the cashier, who was about my age, the crop. “You ride much, hun’?” the woman asked skeptically.

Joni paused and looked around to see who - besides me - might be able to hear, then replied softly. “No, I don’t ride. I’m gonna get spanked with it.”

The woman smiled knowingly, “Happens all the time.” She swiped Joni’s card and handed it and the crop back. “I’d normally say have a nice day but expect yours is about to get a bit uncomfortable.”

”I’d say that’s an understatement,” Joni replied with a smile. “Thanks anyhow.” She walked out of the shop and I joined her a few minutes later. Soon we were back at my place and ready to play.

”You lied to me,” I scolded. Joni stuck out her lip in her trademark pout. “You really need to be taught a lesson that stays with you and dissuades you from ever lying to me again. Go stand in the corner and contemplate the error of your ways and the punishment you’ve earned.” I pointed to a free corner of the living room and she trudged into position. I let her stay that way for a few minutes before approaching her and tapping the crop against her round tush. “Jeans and panties off, young lady,” I ordered. She quickly doffed her clothes and neatly folded them before resuming her corner pose.

“Take two steps back and bend over,” I instructed and then tapped the crop against her bare cheeks before giving her three sharp strikes - crest then crease and the last mid-way in between. She gasped at the sting and I ordered to stand and step back into the corner. A few minutes later, I repeated the sequence leaving another three stripes on her sumptuous bottom. “Widen your stance,” I ordered and then slid the crop along the inside of her thighs, stopping to briefly tap the keeper against her vulva. She took in a sharp breath at the unexpected contact and I left her that way for a few more minutes.

After another trio, I spent more time probing her sex with the crop, finally sliding it back and forth lightly in the folds, seeing it emerge quite wet. I had her wait again before applying the final three strikes of the session. This time the teasing was even more protracted and I asked, “So, did your boyfriend make you this wet?”

”Yes, sir,” Joni replied anxiously. “I mean, no, sir.”

”Getting punished seems to have aroused you very much,” I noted and then rhetorically asked, “What should I do about that?” I traced the inside of her thigh again, but this time with my hand, not the crop, then slowly slipped a finger inside her while my thumb rubbed her clit. She bucked against my hand and I used my left hand to give each cheek a hard swat. I picked up the crop with my left hand and lightly stroked her ass with it while my right finger-banged her.

Before too long her body tensed and spasmed. After she had mostly caught her breath, she looked over her shoulder, still panting a bit. “That was incredible. Anything I can do for you?” she asked. I shrugged and gave her a ‘like what’ look. She wiggled her very cute and now very striped ass at me. “How about you put something other than your finger inside me?”