Miranda Punished

“So, you think you’re too big to be punished?” He yelled at her as he slapped her across the face twice. Miranda would of fallen backwards if her father hadn’t a hold of her by the front of her blouse. Even so, when he slapped her, two of her buttons in front of her breasts popped off of her blouse.
“I’ll show you who’s too big for her britches.” He continued to yell and grabbing her by her belt undid the buckle and yanked her pants down pulling her cotton panties down along with them to her ankles.

Then plunging himself into the wooden chair he yanked her down across his lap and proceeded to spank her ass with his bare hand.
Strike after strike, he smacked each ass cheek over and over turning them crimson red.

Miranda kicked, screamed and cried as he yelled at her all the while beating her.

“You want to stay out at all hours of the night?”

Smacking her bottom with each spoken word. “You hang out with boys older then you like a harlot. I will teach you!”

Her ass went quickly from sore to burn as it turned fiery red as he continued to beat her over and over.

When he finally stopped, he could feel the heat radiating off of the blistered bottomed. He rubbed his hand across both cheeks feeling her red hot bottom. Buns firmed from several years of volley ball playing. Miranda lay across his lap sobbing as he slipped his hand between her splayed legs and he felt the heat and wetness emulating from her pussy. An evil thought crossed his mind and he dumped her off of his lap onto the floor.

Miranda laid there crying as he left the room.

He returned several minutes later with several lengths of rope. He grabbed her by both wrists in one hand and lifted her to her feet. Taking the rope he tied her wrists together. Miranda tried to pull away but was no match for his strength and determination.

Holding her wrists above her head he grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it from the front of her body with one powerful yank. Miranda screamed at him to stop but he was beyond listening to reason. Slipping his folding knife from his pocket he made easy work of her bra releasing her growing orbital mounds from their cotton prison.