"Hi Dad" Pamela said as she stood in the door. She had started calling me that about 6 months into my relationship with Caroline as a joke, but I think it stuck because she hadn't seen her dad since she was six and liked the fact she had someone to call that now. I asked her why she was home and all she would say to me was that she was ill and had to leave college to come home for a couple of weeks. I was understandably confused as she didn't look ill. In fact she looked gorgeous. She had on a short wool skirt that clung to her bottom and a lycra top that did the same to her breasts. I questioned her and she avoided the real issue for half an hour till she stared to get pissed and I started to get pissed with her too. The questioning turned into an arguement. She said it was none of my business what she did and swore at me turning on her heel and pushing past me into the kitchen. That was it, I have never been able to deal with rudeness, especially from people over 20 years younger than I am. I followed her into the kitchen and grabbed her wrist; I wanted to teach her a lesson. "So if you are so ill you'll have a temperature, right?" I shouted. "What?" she was angry and trying to twist away. Still holding her wrist I got the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and dragged her into the den. "What are you doing, get off me!" She was really shouting now and struggling hard to get away, but I wanted her to be punished in a way that would really effect her. To be honest I was also driven by a latent sexual desire to dominate her. I got her into the den and I sat down on the closest armless chair we had. "Get over my knee, we'll see if you have a temperature" With that she started crying and begging me not to do what she realised I was going to do. There was no help for her though, I was going to find out she didn't really have temperature in about 2 minutes and completely embarrass her in the process. "Get over my knee or I will give you a spanking as well" I had no intention of letting her get away with this and I was really starting to enjoy myself too, I was way too carried away by this time to think rationally about what I was doing. "NO Daddy please don't, please don't" she was still sobbing and begging, trying to be cute to appease me because she knew I was much stonger than her and stuggling was hopeless. Still holding onto her wrist I pulled her down over my knee and holding her down firmly with my left arm I pulled up her wool skirt exposing her white pantie clad bottom. Pamela cried out at this and kicked her legs, but I gave her a sharp smack on the bottom and she stopped kicking. "Now off with those panties, lift up your bottom" Pamela didn't move so I gave her another smack. Suddenly angered by the situation she started screaming at me "How dare you? I am 19 years old and you aren't my Father. How dare you put me over your knee like this you fuck. Let me up" Again, rudeness fueled my temper up. Holding the thermometer in between my lips I yanked down her panties revealing the smoothest, roundest ass I have ever seen. The sight of her squirming bottom on my lap and the thought of what I could to do with this rude teenager gave me the strongest erection I have had for years. I am ashamed to tell you dear reader, that I was thinking now solely about fucking this little temptress rather than punishing her, but I had to keep up the act. "Open your legs up, I need to insert this thermometer, lets see how ill you are"...

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