“It’s university, Joe,” Kay protested. “I’m not a schoolgirl anymore! I don’t have to wear a uniform.”
Her stepfather slapped her across her pretty face, and stepped forward, pinning her against the wall of their house.
“First, I’ve told you enough times that I’m your father now, and you call me ‘dad’ or ‘daddy’,” he growled. “Using my first name is disrespectful, and it *will* get you slapped.”
She struggled and tried to get away from him. “Fuck you,” she snarled.
Joe slapped her again.
“Secondly, I’m paying your university fees – and for that matter paying for your rent and food – so I’m the one who makes the decisions about what you will or will not wear to your lectures and tutorials,” he said. “If you don’t like it, I don’t have to pay those bills.”
He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “Well, Kay?” he asked. “Do you want me to stop paying?”
She avoided eye contact, and was silent for a moment.
He squeezed her chin, to remind her who was in control.
“No,” she said finally, in a small voice.
“No what?” he asked.
“No, daddy,” she whispered.
“Then you’ll wear your school uniform to university,” he told her. “It will remind you that you’re there to study. You shouldn’t complain – you look cute in a pleated skirt and white blouse. The boys will like it.”
“I look like a slut,” she complained. “I look like a stripper dressing up as a schoolgirl.”
“You *are* a slut, Kay,” her stepfather reminded her. “Just like your mother. Which is why you’re not going to get to wear underwear to university either.”
“What? Why?” She was baffled.
“Because it will motivate you to sit and stand demurely,” he told her, “and not flash your ass and cunt around like you do at home.”
Kay felt that she did no such thing at home, but bit her lip instead of arguing.
“Yes, daddy,” she said instead.
He looked at her. “Is this all making you *wet*, Kay? Is it turning you on? Your face looks flushed.”
“Of course not!” she said immediately. But her face *was* flushed.
“I think you’d better show me your tits and cunt, Kay,” said her stepfather. “And we’ll just see whether you’re aroused. And mark me, if your nipples are hard or your pussy is wet, you’re going to get slapped, and then you’re going to get a pussy spanking.”
She flushed, and began to unbutton her blouse to her stepfather’s gaze.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” she said as she bared her tits.
And they both knew what she was apologising for.
Kay was going to need a pussy spanking.
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