Daddy Broke Me [Part 1]

I was late getting home from school due to the thunderstorm that started just before school finished. 
I hadn’t brought a jacket to school, or an umbrella, which meant I was going to be soaked.
When I walked up onto the front porch, my hair was soaked and clung to my face, my neck and my shirt. My shoes were soaked through, so I took them off on the porch and put them to the side before walking into the house. 
“You are late young lady!” I heard my dad yell from the other room. He had gotten home before me. And if he saw me like this, I knew I’d be in trouble.
“Sorry dad. It rained.” I say as I tried to sneak around to the stairs, but I had only gotten a few steps when he poked his head out of the study.
“You are soaked. Look at the floor it’s all wet. Damit. Go get changed and clean up the floor!” he yelled at me angrily.
I was quick to decent the stairs as quick as I could. I barely got thru the door of my room before I had my shirt off, then my pants, my socks, underwear and bra. I  dropped them into the laundry basket and quickly threw on a new pair of panties, a bra, a pair of short and a tshirt. I grabbed a towel and traced my steps back up the stairs wiping up the water. As I got to the stop of the stairs I looked up to see my dad standing there his belt off and in his hands. 
Fear flooded my eyes as I mopped up the water on the floor but avoided eye contact with him.
“When you are done with that. Be sure to put the towel in the laundry. Then I want to see you in my room.” he said sternly.
I nodded as I continued across the hallway wiping up the water.
“Yes daddy.” I said softly and fearfully.
When I had finished I dropped the towel in the laundry, then headed to his bedroom. The door was open so I walked in. But he wasn’t in there. Before I could turn around to walk out, he was behind me. Breathing on my neck, his arm around my waist.
“Now what did I tell you last time you were late getting home?” he whispered into my ear.
That’s when a tear rolled down my cheek and I remembered.
“Can you tell me?” he probed.
I nodded slowly and with a shaky voice I replied.
“One spanking for every minute late.” 
He pulled my hair back to make me look up at the clock on the wall.
“And how late are you?” he asked, a smile forming on his face.
“forty-five minutes.” I replied cringing as I looked up at the clock.
I had never been this late home. And dad had never spanked me that much before. I was truly scared. 
“Forty-five for being late. And ten more for getting my floors wet!” he said and took his arm away from my waist and shoved me forward by my hair.
“Take off those shorts, and get on the bed.” he yelled at me.
I nodded and did exactly what he said, I slid off my shorts onto the floor and climbed up on his bed and laid down on my stomach. 
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my ass gently.
“Too bad these are going to be so red, and bruised.” he pulled his hand away and without warning he brought it back down with a smack.
“Oooowwww!” I screamed in pain.
This time it was three quick hard smacks.
“Daddy, I’m sorry.