Today Mary surprised me with a scene suggestion of her as my naughty stepdaughter. She was feeling guilty after over-indulging with coworkers the previous evening. She had been further inspired by a tale of one of her female colleagues who had shared that as a young intern she had returned home slightly inebriated after similar after-work festivities to find her dad - and his belt - awaiting her. Even though we had previously somewhat avoided age-play scenes, Mary was enthusiastic about the idea and, frankly, it appealed to me, too.

We decided to play at her place after work. I had a code to her smart lock and would let myself before her arrival to play her stern and fuming stepfather awaiting her return. When she entered, I was surprised by her attire - perhaps she had changed at work to fit the scene. Rather than her usual business casual garb she was wearing jeans and a tank-top.

“Young lady,” I scolded. “It’s well past your curfew and you smell like a brewery.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I was just out with some friends,” she replied.

“You need to be taught a lesson about punctuality and drinking to excess,” I countered. “Go fetch your hairbrush.”

“Please, Daddy, I’m too old for a spanking,” she argued with a sly grin.

“You’re never too old for a good spanking when you’re living under my roof. Now go fetch that brush before you make it worse for yourself,” I ordered. She stalked-off to her room and I assumed a seat on the center of her sofa. She returned a few moments later and handed me the brush. “Jeans and panties down, then get over my knee,” I commanded.

“Please! Not on the bare!” she protested.

“You know better than that. Get those pants down, now,” I chided. She put on a pout so adorable, I almost laughed. She slowly opened her jeans and I paused. “Hurry up,” I warned. She slowly slid jeans and panties down and then covered her crotch with her hands. I guided her over my knee and began to paddle her awesome tush with the brush. It only took about two minutes of brisk spanking to redden her backside and she was on the verge of tears when I stopped. “Go get into your pajamas and get ready for bed,” I instructed. “I will be there in a couple of minutes to finish your punishment,” I explained. She hobbled out of the living room with her colorful heinie still bare and I set the very warm brush on the coffee table. I stood and tried to smooth-down the bulge in my pants. After about three minutes, I walked down to her bedroom and found her sitting at the head of the bed, wearing plaid, flannel onesie pajamas. “You’ve been a very naughty girl and don’t think a mere spanking is enough to really teach you a lesson,” I declared, stacking her pillows on the center of the bed. “Lay across these pillows with your bum sticking up,” I instructed and began to unbuckle my belt.

“Please, Daddy! I’ve learned my lesson,” she balked.

“Assume the position right now or I’ll double the strokes,” I threatened. She grudgingly, laid over the pillows and it was only then I noticed the drop seat on the back. She looked at me with a devilish grin, reached back and unbuttoned the flap exposing a rectangle of her already colorful and sore cheeks. I gave the target a dozen very vigorous strokes with the heavy leather strap, causing her to squeal with each impact. My fingers grazed her warm, glowing cheeks and she arched her back, pushing her bottom against my hand. My hand wandered inside the flap and between her legs. As I felt her wet and so tempting, she cooed, “Don’t stop.”