Missy Learns

Lessons in Punishment

Part 1


It was finally the end of the school year and graduation was right around the corner. Then summer. A hot, sexy summer with Bob if she had anything to say about it. Missy smiled at herself in the mirror and then went out the door. The man absolutely drove her crazy. He was the most patient person in the world, it was maddening. Every time he had taken her it was wild and red hot, but then he wouldn’t touch her for days on end, sometimes weeks. He never, ever talk about any of it and he certainly hadn’t stopped spanking her.

Every day that Mother was gone he took her across his lap or bent her over the bed or dresser, side of the couch, counter and even once over the bar stool in the kitchen. She could just die every time he spanked her, his hands swatting and rubbing, until her juices were visible on her thighs. Then, he would help her stand and walk away from her or send her to her room. She was frustrated and felt like she would go insane with wanting him.

Missy didn’t understand why he was doing this, why he didn’t want her anymore until two nights ago when he came into her room and sat on the side of her bed. He reached up under the light sheet covering her legs and bottom and ran his fingers up her thigh, slowly tracing the space under each rounded cheek.

“Get undressed and come into daddy’s room, baby.” He ran his finger under the leg band of her panties, caressing the little round globe of her ass. “I promised I would show you how to feel everything, remember?”

He stood and went out her door, gently closing it behind him. She was trembling and smiling. Quickly she undressed and went out her door and stood in front of his. Slowly she opened the door, the room was flickering in candlelight and there was a dining room chair in front of Mother’s full length mirror. Bob sat there, wearing a pair of gray shorts.

“Come here, baby, down over daddy’s knee.” Missy could see that he was already thick and getting hard under his shorts and she went to him eagerly. She got down across one of his knees and he wrapped his other leg behind hers.

She looked up and gasped, she could see herself over his knee in the mirror on the dresser, and her reflection in the full length mirror behind her. Bob looked from one mirror to the other, smiling.

“Ahhh, yes, baby girl.”

It was then she noticed the brush in his hand. Mother’s large sliver, antique brush. He raised it over her and she cried out at the first stinging smack. Missy watched entranced in the mirror as blow after blow became a light show. The flickering candlelight and the lightening silver flashes of the brush on her ever reddening skin. She thrashed and cried, the tears on her cheeks another glistening point, like crystal in the mirror. Moaning loudly, groaning in an agony that made her burn for him to fill her.

She shuddered in excitement as he dropped the brush and picked up a jar on the floor next to him. He scooped some fingers-full of gel from the jar and began to rub her burning skin. It was cool and her skin was burning hot, the gel melted and slid down her cheeks and the backs of her thighs. Missy writhed, squeezing her legs together in an effort to cum as his callused hand grated against the fire of her ass. His fingers pressed into the raised, candy apple red skin and moaned.

He rubbed and kneaded, lifting the globes of her ass and spreading them exposing the brown-pink pursed opening and Missy groaned loudly and tried squeezing her cheeks together. Hot wetness pearled out of her gasping pussy and her face turned as red as her bottom, and she looked away, trying to hide under her hair.

Daddy moaned again as he looked from mirror to mirror and then slid a finger into her ass, which went in easily and smoothly, pushing cool gel into her. Her head snapped back up and she caught his eyes in the mirror, her mouth hanging open as she wiggled and panted. He watched her face and stroked with that one finger while he squeezed and swatted at her ass cheeks with the other hand.

Missy moaned and rotated her hips, undulating against his finger. He slid another finger into her, stroking and spinning them; opening them wider and wider inside of her tight little hole. She watched as he fingered here, focusing on the thick strong fingers and wide knuckles as he worked them in and out of her. Her moan became keening and she tossed her head back and forth.

“Look, Missy, look in the mirror, I want to see it.” He practically growled at her as he stroked and stroked her while his other hand gripped her ass in a tight, tight grip.

She looked in the mirror and their eyes locked. Her face and chest were flushed and glistening, strands of her hair stuck to her cheeks, lips and neck. A tear ran down her cheek as she came. Her whole body trembled and her legs quivered and tightened, her ass gripped and squeezed at his fingers. He groaned loudly and took his fingers from her ass, pulling his rock hard cock out of his shorts. In three quick strokes he was spurting cum all into the air and she came again as it struck her ass, burning hot on her hot skin. She moaned and wiggled as she watched it shoot out of him, fascinated and aching still to have him inside her.

He sat rubbing her ass and thighs for a few seconds and then patted her. “Go clean up, baby. You have school tomorrow, get some sleep.”

Missy almost cried when he kissed the top of her head and sent her off. She had a great idea in the shower though, and tonight she would make sure he gave her what she needed.

Part 2

Missy didn’t go home after school. She knew that she was going to be in trouble, but there was a party, and she really wanted to go. She went home with Nancy after school and they ate, watched videos and danced. They were both excited but had to kill some time before leaving. A little later they ‘borrowed’ a couple skirts and tops from Nancy’s older sister. They did each other’s hair and make up, then posed together in the long mirror.

They knew they looked ridiculous in the too tight, too short, outfits and heavy makeup, but Missy was feeling dangerous and Nance almost always did what Missy did.