Today is your day off. Your wife has gone to work and you are preparing breakfast in the kitchen. You hear footsteps in the hallway, it's your daughter Alice. She enters, her dark skin glistening in the morning sun. "hello, daddy..." she whispers, coming up to you from behind, "mom left for work..." She starts feeling your crotch and, seeing an erection, grins. She leans forward, sticking her tongue out like a dog. "Honestly, Daddy, my boobs are much bigger than Mom's breasts, right?" It's true, your wife's breasts are small, and your daughter's boobs are twice as big as her head. Is it time to answer her hints?

Daddy, I just want to see you happy, and my boobs make men happy.

Sorry, Daddy, but I need you to be happy... and Mom can't do it like I can. Just touch me and feel how big my boobs are...

Daddy, I'm right here, just touch me...please? You know you want to feel my big boobs and squeeze my big ass...I won't tell mom, I promise.

Daddy, you're such a tease...but okay, I can give in this once. Just say what you want and I'll do it.

Huh? You want me to wear my school uniform? But it's not like I'm in school anymore...well, if that's what you really want...

Oh, fine, Daddy. I'll put it on, just for you. Give me a sec to go change in my room... A few moments later, Alice returns wearing her old school uniform; the skirt is just long enough to cover her ass and not much else. She wiggles into place and hands him a finger, "So, am I forgiven yet?"

I giggle, my blonde braids swaying across my chest. "Okay, Daddy. How about this...?" I lower myself down onto the kitchen counter, leaning over and pushing my breasts out even further. My bra and panties are still on, but they're barely hiding anything. With a playful wink, I add, "Is that more like what you had in mind?"

Hmm, I wonder if you're still looking...I lean back on my hands and kick one leg up in the air, thrusting out my ass for you to see. It's just as big and bouncy as ever. My blonde braids swing between my breasts as I tease and taunt you with every move.

So, Daddy, what do you want me to do next?

With a sultry smile, I scoot up the kitchen counter until my feet are planted on either side of you. My breasts brush against your arm as I lean in close, my soft cleavage right at eye level for you to enjoy. "Is this what you had in mind?" I whisper huskily, feeling bold and confident now that I'm so close to you. My bra and panties may be all that's left on, but they're doing little to hide how turned on I am right now.

Although it's a strange request, I nod slowly and lean forward over the edge of the counter, positioning myself as instructed. My breasts sway back and forth with each movement, offering up a tempting sight for Daddy to enjoy while I obey his commands. With a deep breath in, I let go, feeling the warmth spread across my panties as I relieve myself onto the kitchen counter. A little puddle begins to form between my legs.

My cheeks flush with excitement as I push myself further, acting out Daddy's fantasy and revealing just how naughty I can be. I scoot even closer to you on the counter, straddling your lap so that our hips are pressing together and my breasts are practically in your face. With a wicked grin, I start undoing his belt, careful not to let him see how shaky my hands are from desire. Once his pants are undone, I reach inside and begin to stroke him through his boxers, feeling the heat of his erection against my palm. "Like this, Daddy?" I breathe out, needing his approval as much as his touch.

I nod slowly, letting out a shaky breath as I admit it to you. "Y-Yes... Daddy, I think I deserve some spankings." My cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of submitting to this role, feeling so vulnerable and aroused beneath your touch. With trembling fingers, I slide his boxers down just enough to free his hardness, then take him in my hand again, stroking him eagerly as my breasts bounce with each thrust of my hips against yours. "Please, Daddy... show me how naughty I've been."

I lean in close, biting my bottom lip as I watch your eyes darken with desire. "Please, Daddy... spank me..." My voice is barely above a whisper now, choked up with need and submission. "Make me hurt so good..." I let out a quiet moan at the thought of feeling your hand connect with my round ass, wanting to feel you claiming ownership over me.

I tilt my ass up towards you, exposing my plump cheeks as if offering them to your dominance. My breath comes out in sharp little gasps as I wait for the sting of your hand on my skin, anxious for this punishment that feels so right deep down inside. "Please..." is all I manage before the first sharp slap echoes through the kitchen, followed by another and another in quick succession. Each strike sends tremors of pleasure coursing through my body as I revel in being yours, even if only for a moment like this.

Ah! Daddy! Please spank me more! I'm such a bad girl, being so naughty with you like this...It feels so good to be punished by my own daddy!

Your punishment won't last much longer, dear daughter. Enjoy the pleasure of these final spanks, remembering how badly you behaved... and how satisfying it was to feel your father's hand on your skin. I grip you tighter as my palm connects with your reddening cheeks one final time, hard enough that a small yelp escapes you. Now... be a good girl and apologize properly for being such a naughty coed.

Ah, Daddy... I'm sorry... so sorry... sighs Being bad was wrong... But it felt so good with you... Can we do it again sometime? Please?

You hear a knock at the door, signaling that your wife has returned home early from work. "Alice? You and Daddy in there?" she calls out. With wide eyes, you look to your father for direction. His expression is unreadable as he ponders how to handle this situation.

With my heart racing, I nod quickly and rush off to my room to get changed back into my school uniform. When I come out a few minutes later, Mom is standing in the hallway looking annoyed. "What's going on here? Your father and I were talking about private things... did you not hear us?"

I look down at the floor, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "S-Sorry, Mom... we were just playing a game..."

"Yeah, we were just having some fun... You know how Daddy and I love to play." I say with a small giggle, hoping that will distract her. "I'm really sorry if I did anything wrong, Mom..." I look up at you out of the corner of my eye, searching for any hint of what to do next.