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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t Jason quietly entered into his daughter's room holding a stack of ironed shirts, and just as planned, caught his daughter as she was just starting to get dressed. She didn't notice, which gave him the element of surprise. "What the hell have you done to your body? What are those tattoos?!" he yelled, doing his best to sound angry. Grace yelped from the surprise and wrapped herself in the towel as quickly as she could. "Dad, what the fuck?! I'm naked, get out!" she screamed. Jason resisted the temptation to smile. "Perfect, another excuse". "Watch your language, young lady! You're already in a big mess, and you've just added to it. I was going to be nicer about it, but now you've really done it", he said. Then he grabbed her towel, and yanked it off her, leaving her completely naked except for the underwear. She gave another scream and covered herself up with her arms, but he already had a plan for that. "No, I won't have any of that. Spread your arms out and turn a full circle. I want to see just what exactly you've done to yourself." She looked like she was about to cry from the fear and the embarrassment, but after a few seconds she fearfully complied, giving him a good look of pretty much everything there was to see. Jason couldn't avoid a small, smug smile. Everything was going according to the plan. "I see, I see", he sternly said while unashamedly staring at her naked body. "You have disappointed me, and it seems I will have to follow the advice of a friend of mine". Said "friend" was actually a regular of the bar he frequented, and who rarely made any sense even on his best days. But a few weeks back during one of his regular rants, he managed to plant an idea in his mind. During one of his many drunken rants about everything that was wrong with society, he waxed as poetic as a man who can barely stand can manage about the good old times, when men weren't pussy whipped, and when children were actually properly disciplined. "Back in my days", he had slurred, "teachers could actually apply some proper discipline. Now the little shits are out of control. You could even discipline a stranger's kids, if they got too unruly. But now you look funny at a kid, and you're a pedo. At least you can still spank your own, but mark my words, they'll get to that soon enough". At the time, Jason wasn't sure why that particular rant had made an impression on him, but later, when he was lying in bed it suddenly clicked: all he needed was a reason to give his daughter some old fashioned discipline. He'd probably get a good look from close, and if he touched anything he shouldn't, it could be explained as an accident in a moment of righteous anger. Maybe with the pain she wouldn't even notice. This thought stayed with him for a week, until a plan slowly took form. "Right. I have decided. Take those panties off. You're going to get a spanking." "Y-you can't be serious" stammered Grace, eyes wide with fear. "Oh yes I am. I've neglected your discipline long enough, and it seems obvious that things got out of hand. It looks like I will need to catch up on my duties." What remained of Grace's composure finally broke, and trembling with tears in her eyes, she complied. It was a pity that things had to be done this way, Jason thought. He'd have preferred to be nicer about it, but it couldn't be helped. He needed his plausible deniability. Jason sat on the edge of her bed and pointed to his lap. "Now, come here". He smiled inwardly. So far everything was going according to the plan. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
I have had for some time the theory that some people approve of spanking because it gives a good excuse to tell a child to drop their pants, without ending up in jail for it.
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