Dear Daddy,

This is a hard letter to write, as you'll soon see. Better sit down. I'm coming home from Philadelphia with my grades for the semester, and you're not gonna be happy. I know exactly what to expect. I know I'll be spending time over your knee with my panties down and my bottom up. Which leads me to the reason for this letter.

You know how good my grades have always been before, and I've been sitting around trying to figure out what could have prompted me to let things slide so much. No, I'm not doing drugs, not running around. After a lot of soul searching, I think it's BECAUSE you're going to spank me when I get home that I let my grades slip--it's what I wanted.

Might as well spit the rest of it out. I not only want the spankings, but I fantasize about just about every spankings you've ever given me and yes, I'm talking about sexual fantasies. I think I can pinpoint when the fantasies began. For years I've wanted to admit this to you, but after Mommy died, I haven't had the words. Maybe I won't have them now.

Remember when we lived on 21st Street? It took me a long time to make friends, and the whole summer after I turned 12 I was kind of on my own. I read a lot and, to be honest, I did some snooping while you and Mom were at work. I found your magazines in the basement. In fact, one afternoon I was down there pouring over the spanking pictures--Mom thought I was at Cheryl's, but I came home early to read. They turned me on so much. I must have gone around in a constant state of arousal for six weeks!

I heard you guys come home and I thought I'd have time to slip upstairs and out the door, but no! You started down the basement stairs. So I hid behind those white louvered doors, holding my breath. Daddy, I know it was awfully wrong of me, but I watched you make Mommy bend over the back of the couch. I could see everything while you hitched up her skirt, pulled her panties down. She was wearing her garter belt and stockings and you even unhooked her hose and rolled them down her legs and unfastened the garter belt. I was so enthralled, I slid my hand down the front of my shorts and panties and started playing with myself. I was sooo wet.

When you started scolding Mother and playfully smacking her naked bottom, I couldn't believe my eyes....then you made her open her legs wide, and I could see her pussy and all those brown curls between her legs. My own hair was only just beginning to grow there and I envied her the lush forest she possessed. And, as you know, in those days, I HATED my red hair and was envious of Mom's dark locks.

Then her real spanking began. First you spanked her with your hand, leaving nice pink splashes on her white bum. I found myself wondering if I looked like that to you when you pulled my panties down for my spankings. Then you took the little paddle to her. I nearly died watching--I was jealous, I was much taken aback, and I suppose I was embarrassed and ashamed too. This was a private thing between you and I shouldn't have been a witness to it. Also, I was scared...that you'd hear me, would catch me spying on you, and whip the daylights out of me. And on some level, I was scared you wouldn't!

If you remember the spanking you gave Mother, and there's no reason you should--I know now there were many such--you may recall that after spanking, paddling and smacking her with the belt, you also made love to her. First you took her from behind as she bent over the couch, thrusting into her so hard. Your pants were down and I watched the muscles in your ass contracting as you pounded into her. After you rested a little, she used her mouth on you, and you on her. I had never, in my wildest fantasies, seen anything like it! And when you were hard again, you took her in the ass. I'll never forget the sight of your big red cock sliding up her tight little hole. God, Daddy. You must be reaching for the Wild Turkey by now!! I'm bringing you some just in case!

Well, from that moment on, I was hooked. Remember how sometimes I'd act like a brat for no apparent reason? Mostly I loved pleasing you and Mommy, but sometimes I just *had* to act up so you'd punish me. I lived for the nights you'd come up to my room after scolding me. You always had me take a long bath and get into my pajamas while I contemplated my disobedience. I'd lay on my bed, my radio off, listening for your footsteps on the stairs. And then you'd be there, so big and strong, filling the doorway of my room, your kind face and warms eyes reflecting your disappointment, but something else too, I think. Was it anticipation? You probably weren't even aware of it.

"Come here, Alli," you'd say as you sat on my bed. I'd stand before you, sort of between your legs while you held my little hands in your big ones and told me how you were going to put me over your knee, pull down my pajamas and spank my bare bottom. Everything you thought I needed would be described to a tee, and that description filled me with the most glorious shivers of fear and excitement and anticipation. "You'll receive at least 50 spanks with my hand on your upturned bottom, Alli, and then you'll stand in the corner with your red fanny on display. When I determine that's enough corner time for you, young lady, you're going to bend over the pillows while I smack that naughty young bottom with the hairbrush, and for good measure, you'll get 6 with my strap tonight." I can hear the words you said with every spanking, and I play them over and over in my head while I touch my swollen clit.

Yes, it's true, Daddy. I care nothing for the boys at school. They all seem so shallow and callow next to you. I look at their erect cocks and they seem like children's next to your swollen, red prick going in and out of Mother.

I watched you die a little inside when Mommy got sick, and so many times I dreamed of coming to your room to comfort you, but I know you'd have been horrified, or at least thought you SHOULD have been horrified by the thought of it. But I'm 19 now, Daddy, a woman grown, on my own for the past year, and my feelings haven't changed a bit. And it's been 6 long years since Mom died. I know you've dated a little here and there, but I also know none of the women lasted.

While I know you've seen me in "bits and pieces," I've never really told you. My breasts are 34C, Daddy. The nipples are light pink and the areolas fairly small, about like quarters. When I get excited, they darken in color...and the swell so deliciously. They are perky, and stand at attention so easily. My pussy hair is darker red than the hair on my head, but it's a moot point now because when I was a senior in high school I started shaving my puss completely. The skin on the lips of my pussy is so silky smooth and soft. And my clit stands up like such a little lady to see what's going on when I get turned on. (Which is all the time I think about you and what I'd like you to do to me.)

My ass is sensitive, like Mother's must have been. I have a little plug I bought (yes, am I not just shocking your socks off?!!!) to put up my butt while my fingers thrum on my little clit. Oh, that makes me come so fast! I think about spanking all the time. ALL the time.

I realize now that these past few months at school I've been subconsciously planning for this trip by letting my grades fall off so you'd have no choice but to discipline me when I got home. Once I realized what was behind my behavior, I decided the only way to face this thing is to be honest with you.

Now I know what you think you're supposed to think. But I'm asking you to put aside convention for a bit and simply react. Let your feelings take over the intellect for a few moments. Indulge me to that extent, at least, will you, Daddy? I think I know how hard this must be for you to read, but there's something...call it instinct...that tells me once you get past the shock of this revelation, and your dismay at my utter boldness in telling you, you might just admit you are attracted to me too in a way that goes beyond father-daughter feelings. Do you think of me too?

Do you lie awake on winter nights and imagine me warming your bed after you've warmed my bottom? Do you think of sliding your heavy cock inside my sweet sheath, or up inside my tightest little aperture after you've paddled me for naughtiness? Do you think of toys to use and games we could play? I do. Would you like to see my slim naked form melting into your arms, would you like to watch my lips encircling your big cock, my tongue licking up the sweet ropy strands of your seed as you pump it into my mouth?

Here's the deal, Daddy. I'm parked across the street from the house now.

It was I who left the letter on the door. I'm watching you sit at the dining room table reading. If you want me to come in, come and open the door and beckon to me. But know that if I come to you, it is with the expectation that our relationship will from this day forward change. The world must never know, I realize that, but I know how to be discreet. After all, you never dreamed what went on in my pretty little head, did you? But if you wave me inside, it is as the woman with whom you'll spend the rest of your life in ecstasy, not just as little Allison, home with her report card.

If you turn off the lights and go to bed, I shall turn around and get my ass back to school I will bring my grades up next semester, and that's a promise. We will never ever again speak of this matter, and I will put you out of my mind, or at least you'll believe I have done so, so completely proper will be my manner toward you. I'm holding my breath, Daddy. What will you choose?

Your Allison