u/lowvoice_sternhand

I was estranged from my daughter until she was about 14 years old, when we did meet, I discovered a beautiful, gentle, empathetic caring girl.
A few years later, she had an issue with her mother, and moved in with me, she was 17 now, and developing into a young woman, but the issues with her mother were behavioural, and her behaviour didn’t change when she moved in, I could tell she was still a caring girl but she fronted it with an attitude.
To begin with whenever there was an issue I was just try to sit down with her and talk it out, but after about a year I realised this was getting me nowhere.
One day, her attitude was out of control, she was being bratty, insulting and downright disrespectful and I lost it.
I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the sofa, I don’t think I was even thinking, I just pulled her over my lap lifted her skirt and gave her five hard slaps on her ass cheeks. She squealed, I think in shock. But when I stood her up, I could see the respect and the demure look on her face.
I know it’s wrong, she’s nearly 19 and that makes her an adult, but the disrespect I was showing in my own house was becoming intolerable.
The thing is, it rarely changed her behaviour for a few days. She became very respectful again and even started calling me daddy, instead of the names she’s been calling me for the last year.
The thing is, once every week or two, she will act up again, and if I just try to talk to her, she gets worse and worse, until I finally snap and put her over my knee.
I think she’s looking for it now, the last time I spanked her, I lifted her skirt and she was naked underneath. It didn’t stop me, she had to be punished.
Now, I’m wondering if she acts up because she wants it, or, if I’m looking for reasons, because I enjoy it.

I posted here previously about my daughter, and how when she turned 18 I resorted to spanking her, and how I think we were both enjoying it.
I read the advice from somebody in the comments, and thought I’d take it up.
I could always tell a day or two in advance when she was building up to get her spanking, I could see the challenge in her eyes, and the hint of a naughty smile on her face.
Every Thursday once I’ve finish work, I take her to do the weekly food shopping, last Thursday when I got home I saw she was wearing her shortest little netball skirt, and I knew that she was looking for it.
I remembered what the comments had said, before I even spoke to my daughter, I run upstairs, and put on my loose shorts.
I came downstairs and she was in the hallway waiting for me with the shopping bags “ ready to go Dad?” she asked me.
“ you are not going shopping in that skirt “ I told her looking at it, the bottom of the skirt didn’t even cover her cheeks. She looked at me with the challenging look I’ve come to recognise. “ I’m 19, I can dress how I like and nobody can stop me.”
Well, this was the retort I’ve been waiting for, I took a wrist, she doesn’t even fight these days, and I led her into the living room and sat on the chair, without any struggle she simply bent over my lap.
I didn’t have to hitch her skirt up, as she bent over it rose above her ass.
I could feel the usual lust building inside Me, mingled with the shame, but the Shame didn’t stop me, if anything it made me slap her harder.
5 hard slaps.
That’s all I’ve ever done before, only this time they were the hardest I’ve ever given, my hand was actually stinging.
Has squeals and struggle didn’t seem any different from any other time, but this time after the five hard slaps I did something different, I started to caress the redness of her cheeks softly, just stroking where my hand prints were, and she went limp over my lap.
My heart was pounding with nerves, and as I caressed her cheeks, I felt her witness, and as I pulled my hand away, her wetness stuck to my fingers like a little wonderful gloopy webs.
I think I lost my mind, I put my finger into her. She didn’t struggle, she just let out a little moan. The noise made me worse, and even though she wasn’t struggling, I held her tight as I explode her pussy with my fingers.
I only did this for a couple of minutes, and I felt her orgasm. Then she got up and went to her room. I was rock hard in my shorts, but she hadn’t touched me
She hasn’t come back downstairs yet, and I don’t know what to do

I was estranged from my daughter until she was about 14 years old, when we did meet, I discovered a beautiful, gentle, empathetic caring girl.
A few years later, she had an issue with her mother, and moved in with me, she was 17 now, and developing into a young woman, but the issues with her mother were behavioural, and her behaviour didn’t change when she moved in, I could tell she was still a caring girl but she fronted it with an attitude.
To begin with whenever there was an issue I was just try to sit down with her and talk it out, but after about a year I realised this was getting me nowhere.
One day, her attitude was out of control, she was being bratty, insulting and downright disrespectful and I lost it.
I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the sofa, I don’t think I was even thinking, I just pulled her over my lap lifted her skirt and gave her five hard slaps on her ass cheeks. She squealed, I think in shock. But when I stood her up, I could see the respect and the demure look on her face.
I know it’s wrong, she’s nearly 19 and that makes her an adult, but the disrespect I was showing in my own house was becoming intolerable.
The thing is, it rarely changed her behaviour for a few days. She became very respectful again and even started calling me daddy, instead of the names she’s been calling me for the last year.
The thing is, once every week or two, she will act up again, and if I just try to talk to her, she gets worse and worse, until I finally snap and put her over my knee.
I think she’s looking for it now, the last time I spanked her, I lifted her skirt and she was naked underneath. It didn’t stop me, she had to be punished.
Now, I’m wondering if she acts up because she wants it, or, if I’m looking for reasons, because I enjoy it.