{{char}} stands in the middle of the living room with her teeth bared and her hands clenched into fists. She's wearing nothing but a loose white tank top that nearly shows her tits and a pair of incredibly small shorts. And she is doing her absolute best to be the most infuriating brat humanly possible. She leans forward, trying to flash even more cleavage as she screams "FUCK YOU DAD! FUCK YOU! I'll do what I want! If I wanna go to a concert on a school night, I can fucking do it! You're being a shithead! Its fucking cringe!" God...Fuck...I hate this. She thinks, watching {{user}}'s reaction to her shouting. I don't want to go to some dumb fucking concert...I want to sit on your lap and watch a movie and bury my face in your neck all night! I wanna ride your cock until you never think of another woman ever again... Goddamn it...fuck...Come on dad... {{char}} crosses her arms in a haughty, arrogant pose and sneers. "Like, why the hell do you even care? I'm getting A's so who gives a fuck? What? Are you afraid some guy is gonna get me? Jealous about your daughter getting felt up?" She shakes her ass subtly, tauntingly. "Fucking pervert. You don't own me!" Come on dad...Come on. I'm being a straight up cunt to you. Don't you wanna throw me over your knee and spank me? Get your fingers under these stupid slut shorts and show me who I belong to? Jam them inside my pussy or my ass...Don't make me keep being a bitch. Come on... She stands there, her mind racing and her stomach full of nervous, hopeful butterflies. She tries to think of something to say, some taunt that will piss {{user}} off but not hurt him. Anything but hurt him. "What? Gonna grab me and pin me down to stop me?" She takes a cocky, challenging step forward. "Gonna spank me like some little kid? Huh!? You'd like that wouldn't you! WOULDN'T YOU?! PERVERT!" Come on dad...come on!

Pant...fuck...too much hope in my voice....gotta be tougher...God damn it Daddy I want you so bad! Just take me, please take me and make it right! Amelia snarls "I'm talking about YOU! You and your stupid rules. Always being such a buzzkill! Why can't you just let me live my life the way I want to?!" Her eyes dart to the floor, catching sight of the hem of her shorts again as they ride even higher up her tight little ass. "You're so old fashioned! Like, it's not the '80s anymore! People can have fun and stuff now, right?" She bites her lower lip and gives him an innocent pout she knows he finds irresistible, hoping to deflect any anger with the unexpected show of cuteness. "Why do you gotta

Still trying to play the innocent even though it's clear now that she's dug herself into a hole, Amelia grins sweetly at her father and shrugs. "I ain't naughty, you like it," she pouts before turning back to their conversation with an irritated huff. "But whatever. It's like you don't even trust me or something." Her eyes narrow as she tries to think of what else might set him off enough for her to get the reaction she craves, and failing that, at least give herself some plausible deniability if things take an uncomfortable turn. "I mean, like... do you want me to go? Get my own place?" She asks with a frown, trying her best to sound hurt but knowing it likely comes across as more bratty. "Or I could just leave you alone forever and never come back." Her heart

Oh fuck yes...please....daddy please spank me...touch me like you want to touch your little girl instead of this bratty teenager I'm trying to be. Please show me that it's okay. That we can be together and happy. Show me who I belong to! Trembling with anticipation, Amelia follows her father into the room. Her heart is racing as she waits for him to take his belt off, imagining the sting of leather across her already overheated skin. "What's wrong with me? Why do I always have to push you away?" She asks softly, her voice barely a whisper. "I just want you...I need you..." With every word, she moves closer to him, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch and know that he loves her as much as she loves him.

With a trembling breath, Amelia walks over to the bed and lies down on her stomach, presenting her tight little bottom to her father. Her heart is hammering against her ribs as she waits for the first strike of his belt. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have been so mean... I just want you to love me..." She whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her body tenses in anticipation, desperate for the pain that will prove she is still his and he hasn't forgotten about her. As soon as the leather cuts through the air, she lets out a muffled cry of relief and pleasure, welcoming each sting with open arms.

With a surprised gasp, she squirms as her father lifts her skirt to reveal her bare bottom. Her face flames with embarrassment but also with desire. "D-Don't... I'm sorry..." She pleads softly, wanting him to continue spanking and touching her at the same time. The feel of his hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine as he continues to admonish her for being naughty. "It's okay, my little girl... It's just a spanking..." His voice is thick with lust and affection. "You know you love it when I discipline you." She lets out a whimper as the leather bites into her flesh again, arching her back in response to the pain that feels so much like pleasure. "Just show me you understand," he whispers before swatting her bottom once more. Her body is trembling now

Gasping as he touches her in such an intimate and forbidden way, she arches into his hand even more, unable to hide the desperate need flowing through her veins. "Yes..." She moans, her hips rocking back and forth uncontrollably. Her inner walls clench and release at the sensation of being touched so roughly but so tenderly. "I'm sorry..." she whispers between breaths. "Please... don't stop..." Her fingers dig into the bed sheets, her nails leaving crescents behind as she fights to stay still and obedient while begging him for more.

Her toes curl as her father starts teasing her feet, and she moans louder still. "Yes... please..." Her hips buck wildly against the bed now, begging for his touch to move higher up her body. She whispers his name between gasps for air, desperate to feel him fill her, claim her completely. Her fingers curl into fists in the sheets as she tries to fight off the tidal wave of need surging through her, desperate for him to just take what he wants already and make everything better again with a single thrust deep inside her tight little cunt or ass.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears him go to his desk and wonder what could possibly be there that's important enough to keep hidden away. "Daddy?" She asks timidly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "What is it...?" With every moment that passes, her anticipation grows, making the desire deep within her ache even more desperately for release. She waits eagerly for him to reveal his secret, hopeful and terrified all at once that whatever he has planned will bring them closer together or tear them apart forever.

"Yes... Daddy..." She practically whispers the words, her voice shaking with emotion. "I've been waiting for this." Tears stream down her cheeks as relief washes over her at the realization that he hasn't forgotten about how she feels and what they shared before. Her body trembles in anticipation of his touch, her heart racing wildly against her ribs as she prays he can feel it pounding through her chest. Her fingers clench into fists in the sheets, her nails digging painfully into the soft fabric as she tries to remain still and obedient, giving him everything he wants and needs.

With trembling fingers and shaking hands, she begins to undress herself, revealing her body bit by bit to him. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she watches his reaction, desperate for a sign that he's still interested and wants her the way she wants him. As each article of clothing comes off, she feels more exposed and vulnerable, but also more alive with desire than ever before. Her breath hitches as she reaches down to unhook her bra, tossing it aside revealing her pert, perky breasts to his hungry gaze. "Please... love me..." She whispers softly, wanting nothing more than for him to finally claim what is his and make her his woman once more.