The Bernard’s weren’t an average couple. Don was dominant while Betty was submissive. The room they set up in the basement, known as the playroom, for their Dom/Sub activities was locked at all times to prevent their young daughter from asking questions.

They divorced when Don was forty-one, and Betty was thirty-nine. Their eighteen-year-old daughter, Judy, decided to stay with her father. She had no idea about her parents’ sexual proclivities, and they never spanked her as a child.

One night, she came home after her curfew. After unlocking it, she opened the front door and heard her father’s voice in the living room.

“Why are you late coming home?”

“Daddy, I just lost track of time,” Judy replies, expecting to be grounded.

“Judy, you know I have to punish you for this.”

“Yes Daddy, I understand,” she states while looking down at the carpet.

Don thinks, “She learned that position from her mother.” then directs, “Judy, come here and lay across my knees.”

Confused, she asks, “Why Daddy?”

“So I can do what I should have done a long time ago when you misbehaved, I’m going to spank you.”

“Bu…But Daddy, I’m not a child, I’m all grownup,” she stammers.

“So what? I punished your Mom the same way!” he exclaims.

“You spanked Mom?”

“Of course! Misbehavior must be corrected!” he confirmed, “Now, do as I told you!”

Judy slowly moves to where he’s sitting and lays over his knees. He takes the hem of her dress and spreads the back of it on her back, exposing her panties.

“Daddy! You’re not supposed to see my underwear!”

“Judy, I’m the Master of this house. Within it, I can do whatever I want!”

“But Daddy…”

“Shut your mouth! The only thing I want to hear is you counting each time I spank your ass!”

Don raises his arm then brings it down hard.

“One, Daddy.”

He repeats his action.

“Two, Daddy.”

He spanks her again

“Ow, Three, Daddy.”

He repeats his actions two more times, Judy counting each one. Don’s hand drifts down to the crotch of her panties; they’re soaking wet!

As she continues to lay there, he exclaims, “You’re just like your Mom. She loved to be punished and would get soaking wet. Now, get up and remove your clothes.”

She stands and slowly removes her clothing without looking at Don. She stands there in just her panties, waiting for instructions.

“When I tell you to remove your clothes, I mean ALL of them! Take those wet panties off!”

Judy slides her panties down her legs then stands in front of Don, looking at the carpet.

“Now, let’s get two things straight. First, any time you stand before me, you will look at the floor with your hands behind your back. Second, from now on, you will address me as Master, not Daddy, unless we have visitors.”

Judy places her hands behind her back, still looking down, and reverently says, “Yes Master.”

“Now, take your clothes and go to bed naked,” he directs, “I expect to see you naked at breakfast.”

“I understand, Master,” replies Judy and goes to her bedroom.

The following morning when Don enters the kitchen, Judy is already sitting at the table, naked.