Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Punishing Daisy by Ashley Copyright(C) 2022 by Ashley Our daughter, Daisy, had not long turned sixteen and was at that age that all parents will remember with little fondness: surly, uncommunicative, rebellious, rude. Recently it had been getting worse: it was as if she was testing me, trying to find my limits and, perhaps, to see what happened if she went beyond them. Daisy was already part way through a two week grounding for missing her ten-thirty curfew by a whole hour. It was a bit severe but I was also pretty sure that she wasn -(TM)t with her BFF Carol at all. I couldn -(TM)t prove it but I -(TM)d ramped up the punishment accordingly. I went up to check on her and found her room was empty. As I searched the house I got angrier and angrier. I tried ringing her mobile but my calls went straight to voicemail. I texted her as well, telling her to call me, but got no response at all. Colin was equally furious when I told him what she -(TM)d done but, when she still wasn -(TM)t home by eleven, I insisted he go bed and that I would deal with it. When she finally rolled in, at about eleven forty-five, she didn -(TM)t even look embarrassed or remorseful, in fact she looked positively defiant. -Where have you been until this time? Why didn -(TM)t you answer my calls? - I demanded, in a voice still quiet but laced with steel. -My phone ran out of juice. - she said angrily, as if daring me to prove otherwise. It wasn -(TM)t a sensible dare in the mood I was in. -Show me. - I insisted, and held out my hand. She looked furious at being called out. -No. You -(TM)ll just have to take my word for it. I -(TM)m an adult now, you can -(TM)t keep me locked up like this. - -You may be getting to be an adult but while you -(TM)re living under our roof you will obey our rules. Do you understand me? - Her mumbled reply was inaudible. -Now go up to your room and get to bed. - I told her. -You -(TM)re grounded for another week. - She started to walk away. -Fucking bitch. - I heard her say under her breath. If she pitched it to be below the level of hearing she got it dead wrong. The red mist came fully down and I could hear the blood pounding in my ears. I got up, stalked over to her, grabbed her arm and dragged her back to the couch. I sat down and pulled her, face down, over my knee. -You will not talk to me like that in my own house. - -You can -(TM)t do this! - she cried at the first slap. -Stop it, this is assault! I -(TM)m too old for this. - After four very firm blows I realized that all of her protests were about the indignity and that her skirt was protecting her. It was a short A-line corduroy number which was quite thick. As I took hold of the bottom of the skirt I think she must have realized what I was doing. -No, Mom, you can -(TM)t do that. - she said, and finally there was a hint of something other than defiance in her voice. I lifted the skirt up. Even in the rage I was in I couldn -(TM)t help but notice how gorgeous her bottom looked, barely covered as it was by the tiny pink panties she was wearing. She -(TM)s bought them for herself and I -(TM)d tried to ignore them when I came across them in the wash, but now there was no denying that they made her ass look wonderful. Both cheeks had a slight pinkness to them which confirmed what I -(TM)d thought about the skirt softening my punishment. The first slap after that made a satisfying noise and she squealed at the shock of it. A second followed to the other cheek. -Mom, stop. Please stop. - she said, but it was a half-hearted plea now, and she put a hand back to try to cover herself. I grabbed that hand and looked on with some satisfaction as I saw two pink handprints appear on her cheeks. For some reason I had it in my mind that ten would be a reasonable punishment but, with the earlier ones being so ineffectual, I gave her a total of fifteen. As it sank in that I was serious she began to wriggle on my lap, trying to avoid my blows but for the last five she was strangely quiet and still. As I lowered her skirt at the end I noticed a small dark patch on the crotch of her panties. -~It could be anything -(TM) I thought, -~a stain, a little bit of wee leaked out -(TM). I wasn -(TM)t fooling anyone, least of all myself. There was a distinct and unmistakeable odour in the air. When she stood up I was expecting tears and tantrums but she actually looked contrite. -Sorry Mom. - she said in a tiny voice. -I -(TM)ll try to be better in future. Good night. - She bent down and kissed me softly on the lips and then left the room. I was literally trembling as I sat there. The fury that I -(TM)d felt when she first got back and then sassed me, was gone and I knew now, without checking, that I had a matching wet patch on my own panties. I was also by no means certain how much of the smell of girl sex had been Daisy -(TM)s and how much was mine. The palm of my hand was tingling madly and I couldn -(TM)t really imagine how Daisy -(TM)s bottom felt but I knew it must be intense. When the red mist was down I -(TM)d managed to ignore it but, now it had faded away, there was no denying that I -(TM)d found the whole thing incredibly arousing. I hadn -(TM)t been this turned on since ... I couldn -(TM)t remember when. I moved around in a daze tiding up and turning lights off, steadfastly ignoring my swollen clit and the urgent need I felt in my vagina that was begging to be satisfied. I went up to go to bed and, as I passed Daisy -(TM)s room I thought I heard a low moaning coming from behind the closed door. It took all of my self control not to put my head against the door and listen. Colin was fast asleep and snoring quietly as I got myself ready on auto-pilot; my brain was still a foggy mess from confusion and horniness. As I got into bed I lifted my nighty up and snuggled my naked ass against his body and then wriggled gently against him and smiled as I felt his cock begin to swell. I reached behind me and slipped his semi-hard cock out of the fly of his shorts and put it between my legs, and then closed them sighing deeply at the pressure that put on my pussy at last. Now, when I rotated my hips against him, his rapidly hardening cock slid along my slit and my juices flowed liberally all over it. When it was nicely slippery I moved a little further and now it was rubbing gorgeously over my clit. It was at that point that I think he woke up because his arm came around me to grope my breasts and pull on my aching nipples. He adjusted his position and I groaned as he entered me in one long, glorious stroke. My fingers went to my clit and I managed to turn my head far enough to kiss him. -Harder. - I growled into his mouth, and he increased his pace and I matched him, thrusting back at him in time with each lovely stroke. I -(TM)m not sure I -(TM)d ever been so desperate to be fucked hard. -Harder! - I repeated, and after a moments indecision, Colin forced me face down on the bed and fucked me so hard the bed shook. It was amazing, and my juices flowed all over my fingers as I came hard, screeching into the pillow and clutching at the bedclothes. I came again when he flooded my pussy with his cum and collapsed onto me kissing the back of my neck and giggling madly. -Fuck Sheena, that was awesome. - he said when he could finally speak. -Get off me you idiot, I can -(TM)t breathe. - I replied, but giggling along with him as I did. He rolled off me and we held each other and kissed in a lovely sweaty embrace until I guess we fell asleep. -That was a nice surprise, - he said, in the morning when we woke up. -and on a school night too! - -Daisy didn -(TM)t get in until quarter to twelve last night. - I told him. -Fuck. - he said quietly but resignedly. -And, when I told her off, she was stroppy as hell and then she called me a -~fucking bitch -(TM)! - -What! Jesus! What did you say to that? - -I spanked her. - I confessed. He looked surprised and shocked. -and when that didn -(TM)t seem to be working I lifted her skirt up and spanked her like that. - -Is that why you ... you know ... last night? - -I know. I -(TM)m a terrible mother. - I said, covering my eyes with my hand. -It turned me on so much. - Then I lifted the bed covers and saw his erection. -And you -(TM)re a terrible father. - -I know. - he confessed. -do you want to go again? - -Fuck yeah. - I replied with a filthy grin, and rolled onto my back with my legs spread wide. The next day Daisy was as good as gold and for a while we thought that her punishment had brought about some sort of miraculous change in her. The following Friday though that all changed. Colin was caught up at work and hadn -(TM)t got home yet and I was in the lounge catching up on emails on my laptop. Daisy came down made-up and dressed to the nines. I looked at her quizzically. -Which part of grounded are you having trouble with? - I asked her sarcastically. -There -(TM)s a party ... and I -(TM)m going. - she said, not quite stamping her foot but I thought it was close. -I can -(TM)t stay cooped up in this house another minute longer! - -You should have thought about that before you called me ... before you said what you did. - I told her. -Go upstairs, wash your face and put some sensible clothes on. - She stormed out of the room and I couldn -(TM)t believe it when she headed for the front door rather than the stairs. I jumped up and ran after her, catching her with the door half open. I grabbed her by one wrist, slammed the door shut and pulled her back towards the lounge while she struggled against me. -You -(TM)ve asked for this. - I cried as I dragged her across my knees again. -Why won -(TM)t you learn!? - When I exposed her ass again I couldn -(TM)t help but notice how lovely it was but again I forced myself to ignore it as I meted out her punishment. After some initial fairly half-hearted protests Daisy again went mostly quiet with only the occasional whimper escaping her lips. After twenty blows, each of which made her little ass quiver, I relented. Her cheeks were both bright red and I could feel the heat coming off them. I could also see moisture soaked into the gusset of her panties which hadn -(TM)t been there at the start; there was no doubt in my mind now: being spanked turned her on! -Let that be a lesson to you. - I said, but very gently, and I couldn -(TM)t stop my hand from brushing over those pretty little rose hued cheeks. -Go up to your room now please Daisy. - I could see that she was trembling as she got up and stood with her head bowed meekly. -OK Mom. Thank you. - she whispered, and again she surprised me by kissing me gently on the lips before heading off towards her room. I sat there trembling, as turned on as I ever had been. I couldn -(TM)t deny that punishing Daisy had aroused me hugely but somehow touching myself would be using her for my sexual gratification and that was a line I wasn -(TM)t ready to cross. I was still vibrating like a plucked string when Colin finally came home and found me there. He took one look at me and sighed knowingly. He came over to the couch and put his arm around me. I knew that he could feel me shaking and he knew me well enough to know exactly why. -It happened again, didn -(TM)t it? - he asked, and I nodded. -What did she do this time? - -She tried to leave even when I told her she couldn -(TM)t and... - - ... and you spanked her again didn -(TM)t you?. - he finished for me, and again I nodded. He slipped his hand up my skirt where his fingers found my sodden panties. -Where is she now? - he whispered to me. -In her room. - I whispered back. He kissed me firmly on the lips and then slipped off the couch to kneel between my legs. He put his hands on my knees and slowly slid them up under my skirt. When I felt him take hold of my panties I raised my ass up to help. He slipped my panties off and handed them to me, and then lifted my skirt up. He whistled softly at what he saw there and then dipped his head and I felt his tongue lick between my puffy lips. The panties were drenched with my juices and, as he exposed my swollen clit and lapped at it, I jammed them into my mouth to stifle my squeals of delight. The wonderful flavor of my pussy flooded my mouth and I grabbed his hair as I came hard, clamping my thighs tightly on his head. The release was huge after so long but I knew I wasn -(TM)t finished yet, and I flung my legs wide and pushed my pussy at him, begging for more. He thrust three fingers into my gaping vagina and sucked hard on my clit. It was perfect, and I came again, my ass bouncing up and down on the couch as I tried to get more of his hand inside me. He held me tight until I finally calmed down, then he looked at me and grinned. He pulled the panties from my mouth and kissed me, filling my mouth with fresh juices and stroking my face fondly. -You -(TM)d better get a shower, - he said quietly. -you don -(TM)t want her finding you like this. - He was right but it was a while before I trusted my legs to get me up the stairs. Again she was a model daughter all week but when Friday came around I was waiting for the fireworks in the lounge. Colin found me in there and said he was going to the bar to have a few drinks with some mates. -You might want to hang on for a bit. - I told him. -Why? - -Just give it half an hour. I might be wrong but if I -(TM)m not... - I left it hanging. He gave me a funny look but then sat down fiddled with his phone, and I guess he texted his buddies that he would be late. Daisy came down and stood in front of us. -I -(TM)ve been good all week and now I -(TM)m going out. - she said beligerently. I looked at Colin and gestured for him to handle it. -A, - he said sternly. -you are still grounded and you are going nowhere. - -But-- - she tried to interrupt. -And B, - he continued louder. -if you were going out you couldn -(TM)t go in those leggings. I can see ... well, I can see far too much. - -God, you are such a ... fucking prude. - she retorted, putting her hands on her hips and moving her feet apart. -Everyone wears leggings nowadays. - I could see him take a deep breath to try to calm himself. -Daisy, go up to your room, put some decent clothes on and come back when you -(TM)ve calmed down. - he said, trying to be reasonable in the face of her stroppiness. -And what if I don -(TM)t. - she shouted. -Are you going to fucking spank me like Mom does? Eh? Are you? - -Daisy, just go-- - -I knew it! You haven -(TM)t got the balls! What a pussy! - she cried out, and then laughed in his face. -Right young lady. You -(TM)ve asked for this. - he said, and then reached out for her hand and pulled her over his lap. - He put his hands on the waistband of the leggings. -Dad! - she squeaked when she felt them there. He looked to me for reassurance as he began to pull them down. I saw the tops of her cheeks became visible and it was obvious to me that she had no panties on. -Er, Colin... - I said to him urgently. He looked at me puzzled, but his hands continued to pull the leggings down. -Dad! - she screeched, as her bottom was fully exposed. He finally looked back down and I saw him swallow hard. She was wriggling around but he now had a hand in the small of her back holding her down firmly. I wondered if he would lose his nerve but he didn -(TM)t. He pulled the leggings all the way down to her knees and then began to spank her. If anything he slapped her harder than I had, and she was wriggling around on his lap like a crazy thing. Every now and again her pussy came into view and she was bald without a hint of stubble. Who was that for, I wondered? I crossed my legs and clenched my pussy at the incredible tingling that watching Colin spank her was causing me. The way her little bare cheeks quivered at each blow was so fucking gorgeous it made he tremble almost violently. When he stopped there was a tiny drop of creamy liquid visible at the entrance to her pussy and I found myself licking my lips. She lay there for several long moments, breathing hard, and I could see from her bright red shoulders and neck how aroused she was. Eventually she got up and stood in front of us rubbing the red cheeks of her ass, her pussy with it -(TM)s very wet lips clear for us to see. After what seemed an age she pulled the leggings up. -Can I go out now? - she asked quietly. -Is that enough punishment? - I could see Colin thinking. -You hate being grounded, don -(TM)t you? - he said by way of reply, and she nodded. -How about this? - he ventured. -Every Friday evening you come to us and you decide what your punishment will be for whatever you -(TM)ve done that week. We -(TM)ll trust you to be fair and honest. You -(TM)ll control what the punishment is and how long it lasts for. - Just for an instant I saw a smile cross her lips and then she caught herself and covered it with a hand. -But, - he added. -if we find out that you -(TM)re cheating then we go back to groundings. - -When would this start? - she asked. -Now, if you like. - he replied. She looked thoughtful for a few moments then pushed the leggings back down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She stood next to Colin and lowered herself onto his lap again. Colin looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I nodded at him encouragingly and he began to spank her again. -Harder. - she said in a voice thick with emotion. Then my heart skipped a few beats as I saw her hand sneak under her and towards her groin. Seconds later her fingers were clearly visible rubbing over her clit. -Harder. - she said again and her little bottom thrust upwards after each blow. I would like to tell you how guilty I felt as I watched my husband spank her until she came, but it wouldn -(TM)t be true. All I felt was the most intense arousal and deep love for them both. When she -(TM)d recovered sufficiently she got dressed and hugged us both. -I -(TM)m just going for a quick shower and then I -(TM)m going out. - she said quietly. -That -(TM)s fine. - I told her, smiling. -you know when you should be home. You have a good time darling. - As soon as she had left the room I ripped off my panties while Colin struggled to get his erection out of his pants. I mounted him in one gorgeous stroke and I could at last let out the moan I -(TM)d been holding in for so long. As I rode him hard while kissing his face maniacally he put his mouth to my ear. -What if I was to tell you she -(TM)s watching us from the doorway? - he whispered. I froze, but I think he felt my pussy as it clenched down on his cock. -Is she? - I whispered back. -No, of course not. - he told he with a smile. -That would be ... very bad. - To avoid one of us being cast in the role of bad guy we took turns to take her across our knees and punish her bare bottom until she led us know that she -(TM)d had enough. Afterwards she most certainly did not stand in the doorway and watch us fuck like bunnies. She definitely did not have her fingers in that gorgeous little pussy of hers and finger herself to quivering orgasms while watching her parents screwing. It -(TM)s just as well she wasn -(TM)t watching us because I would have found that almost impossibly exciting and would have been tempted to judge by the urgency of those little fingers how much she liked what we were doing. It -(TM)s just possible that if that had been the case I would have learned how exciting she found the vision of her father taking her mother in the ass. I -(TM)d always loved that anyway and, with her watching, I just couldn -(TM)t stop cumming and cumming. I mean I would have if it had happened that way. Which it didn -(TM)t. No. We were a little worried when she got her first serious boyfriend but apparently she told him early on that Friday nights were family nights and they were absolutely sacrosanct. It seemed he was OK with that. Apart from Friday nights our lives are just as they were before. Well not exactly the same: Daisy is now the most well behaved polite, responsible young girl any parents could hope for. She gets top grades at school, never misses a curfew and it such a delight I -(TM)ve been approached by several mothers, at parents days and such, asking me what my secret is. My answer is always the same: love, communication and a firm hand. It -(TM)s not entirely false or entirely true, but it -(TM)s the best I can offer. Bearing in mind how good Daisy seems to be, it should be a surprise how much she thinks she deserves to be punished!