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Giving My Daughter an Attitude Adjustment

Please … No! # 5

Copyright ©2018 Izzy Slam

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Giving My Daughter an Attitude Adjustment is a work of fiction intended for mature readers. All characters are fictional and are consenting adults over the age of 18 years. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Sandra comes home, full of attitude from being trapped underneath a malfunctioned seatbelt. And the little brat demands that I release her right away. But when I find a bag full of sex toys and a webcam in the passenger seat, I demand that she put on a show for me and her uncle.


“What the hell is going on, Sandra?”

I had come outside to check on my daughter after she messaged me from the driveway. Apparently, she was stuck. How the hell do you get stuck inside a car? I was about to find out.

“I can’t undo my seatbelt.” She punched the red button multiple times to prove her point.

“Let me see.” I reached in around her and applied firm but steady pressure to the release, but she was right. It was stuck.

And not only would the latch not release, the belt itself had locked in place and had absolutely no give to it whatsoever. She grabbed the strap and yanked it hard, snarling at me.

“Don’t just stand there. Get the fucking scissors!”

“Whoa.” I held up my hands. My daughter still had that teenage sassiness going on. “Watch your tone, young lady. You’re not too old for a spanking.”

And I wasn’t too old to give one either. Putting her over my knee and smacking her naked bottom sounded quite nice. And I just may do that as soon as I get her free. Which, by the way, did I really want to do that? Maybe leaving her here for a few more minutes would teach her to not sass her old man.

“Sorry, but I don’t know why you’re just standing there when you should be helping me.”

“I’m standing here because you texted me to come out and help you. That’s what I’m trying to do. So why not—”

Just then, the duffel bag sitting in the passenger seat flopped open, and out rolled a giant purple dildo.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing,” Sandra said, rolling her eyes and tossing the dildo back inside the duffel bag.

“I thought you were working today. Since when does the bookstore carry dildos?”

I reached inside the car and lifted the bag before Sandra could stop me. And she tried, bless her heart.


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