I come home from work and…

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I open the front door, still wearing my white shirt, tie, grey trousers and shiny black leather shoes.

As you hear the door open, your heart flutters; excited for what's coming next.

You're ready for me — wearing the cute schoolgirl outfit we chose together and a nice tight, black collar around your neck; a constant reminder that you're an owned girl.

The white shirt with short sleeves feels tight around your body, making you feel restricted yet pretty. Your little red skirt is teasingly short, showing off your beautiful smooth legs.

I walk through the door looking stressed and angry.

You're standing the kitchen. Waiting for me.

"Hello Daddy!", you say as you tilt your head to the side playfully

I'm not in the mood for pleasantries. I walk directly towards you, grab a full fist-full of your hair and bend you over the kitchen table without saying a word.

I lift up your skirt to reveal the cute, pink panties with little kittens drawn on them that I made you wear for me. Still holding you by your hair, I use my other hand to give your ass a firm, full-palmed spanking. Again, and again, and again.

Not because you've done anything wrong. Not as a punishment. But simply because you belong to me and that's what I feel like doing. No permission needed.

Without saying a word, the spanking continues. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each spank a sign of ownership and power over your body.