She couldn’t believe she was doing this!

Cindy knelt by the tree. It wasn’t just any tree but it was THE tree. It had been years since she’d been here doing this very same thing. It was the tree he always sent her to collect the switches. Joe was as old-school as his name. He’d been her step-dad and stayed in her life even after her mother had fled the scene. Joe was definitely old-school which meant Cindy knew well being spanked, paddled, and, yes, switched. He’d never used his belt. She’d asked him once why.

“Too rough for a girl.” Had been his gruff reply.

Switching wasn’t? She had thought it but not said it since she’d just received a switching that night. It was one of her last ones. She’d been an idiot and run away a week later. Cindy had been almost eighteen then and sure she was too old for such punishments and rules as Joe enforced. She’d show him. She’d left no note, no call back, no more contact period.

“Idiot.” She whispered to herself as she divested another supple branch of leaves.

Her life had been a rollercoaster that always seemed to be going down. It was six years later now and after a lot of bad things she atoned for and lived through she wanted back. She wanted Joe. He’d never left her mind even in the darkest moments. There were so many times she’d wished valiantly she’d stayed and taken her medicine as she should. Cindy desperately wanted to be Joe’s good girl again.

Coming back into town, she’d done some discrete checking around. Joe was in the same house, same job at the lumber mill, same beat-up truck. It was only a little past Christmas and he’d still had up the lights she’d bugged him to buy to decorate. He hadn’t thrown them out or not used them. Did he remember her? Did he want to know her again?

Cindy wasn’t brave enough to cut the switches buck-naked as she had needed to do before. The tree was in the back field behind his house. She had pulled down her clothes as far as she was comfortable doing so and her nipples were complaining.

“You girls will have a lot more to complain about in a few minutes, if this goes right.” She whispered to them.

If it goes right? Was she really doing this? Just going up to the door and saying sorry didn’t seem enough…not at all. She knew she’d hurt him and done it on purpose at the height of her teenage hubris. She had the usual five switches required, all stripped bare, all quite supple. She pulled her dress back up over her shoulders and walked to the front of the house.

It was a little before dinner time. He’d be getting something easy ready. She had been the one who would cook anything remotely fancy. Cindy was sure he’d gone back to his easier ways. It was probably franks and beans. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly then knocked.

It took a moment but the door opened.

Joe looked pretty much the same. Gnarled face and hands from years of manual labor, he looked like one of the pieces of wood he helped mill. His age? Impossible to tell…older, yes, but not old.

“Yes, Miss?” He hesitantly asked.

It had been six years. Did she expect him to figure out at first glance.

“Joe? Sir? It’s….I’m…I’m Cindy, Sir.” She quietly said.

A gasp escaped his lips and he drew back the door more and reached into his shirt pocket to pull out his glasses. “My eyes are a bit worse than they were. If I’d had these on? I woulda known ya, Cin.”

He always had called her Cin. She thought she’d hated it but she truly loved hearing it again from his lips.

“I…I know this is…strange, silly, weird? I don’t know but…I came back to say sorry for what I did to you. To us.” She stammered and felt her heart in her throat. It wasn’t all she felt either. One thing she’d learned in her travels was what kind of girl she was and that was submissive. She craved dominance from an older male. Those had been some her misadventures as she picked the wrong men…married men…immature men. It had finally come to her who she was really looking for.

“I see.” Joe crossed his arms and waited. “What’s that in your hands?”

She blushed. Cindy hadn’t blushed in a few years now, but she did just like a schoolgirl. “I came to say sorry in the best way I knew how that would mean something to you…I thought.” She handed him the switches.

He took them from her and glanced at them then at her. “You’re wanting to come back?”

“Yes, Sir.” She felt her lower lip quiver. “If…if you’ll have me.”

“I’m a little old and you’re a lot older to still need a dad, Cin.” He responded.

She licked her lips. “I don’t need you as a dad, but…I’m a bad girl who really needs…a daddy, Sir. If you understand me.”

His eyes widened and he nearly dropped the switches. “I’m hearing you but…”

“Please, Sir. Punish me first and let me feel some relief for the hurt I’ve caused you, then…if you want me to go then I will.” She told him. “If you’ll let me inside.”

He took in a quick breath and blew it out. “Come on then, you know where.”

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded and went inside.

The house stilled smelled old and dusty. He needed someone to clean and Cindy’s hands ached to do that for him…maybe later. There it was: the couch. It was her destination. He’d once told her he used it so she wouldn’t be bruised anywhere he didn’t want. She now knew what a kindness that had been and a good sign.

Wordlessly, she reached up and shrugged out of her dress again but let it fall to the floor all the way now. She stepped out of it then picked it up to fold over the back of the couch. Cin was always switched naked since she’d been a little girl. It hadn’t seemed strange until the last couple of years to do it that for him. The confusion it wrought on her and her libido at sixteen and seventeen had added to her desire to run. She’d run from how she’d felt.

Those feelings were back as she felt his eyes on her. Cindy knew she looked good. She had great genetics from her wayward mother and she also took care of herself. “I think I grew a little.” She flashed him a little grin to the side.

His rough chuckle felt like a caress. “I’ll say. Damn, Cin.”

She flashed him a warmer smile. “Thank you, Daddy.” She watched is eyes.

His eyes flashed with emotion and his hands gripped the switches a little tighter. “You’re welcome, Little Girl. Now get in position. Go on, now.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She replied and bent far over the couch until her toes barely touched the floor.

Joe cleared his throat behind her and she grinned to herself. He had a full view of just how much she’d grown in six years now. She’d kept a little patch of pubic hair because it felt right. He could see it all.

“Daddy? Stroke me…some…before you start. Please?” She softly begged.

There was a silence but she felt his hand touch her lower back and begin the decent across her ass and around each cheek of it. Cindy purred softly as he did so and knew he could hear it. She wanted him to hear it. Now was the time to say her last piece before it started.

“I’m not really your daughter, Daddy. I never was. I don’t know if you ever saw me…as a woman before but I’ve always seen you as a man, a strong man…a man I want back in my life and to keep and to take care of. I…I just wanted you to know that. I ran away because…because I was afraid of my feelings.” She told him.

His hand stayed on her bare ass as he spoke, “I thought it was I’d gone too far…or…you’d figured out I did see you that way but was trying so hard to be dad…and not…daddy.” He chuckled. “Daddy, huh?”

“Yes, Sir….Sir or Daddy. I’ve learned about myself. I need a Daddy. I chose a lot of wrong ones but I was always just wanting it to be you…with all that it means.” She felt her insides quiver and she felt more vulnerable than ever before in her life.

“Well.” He said as he patted her soft flesh. “Well.” He repeated. “Best get this over with, shouldn’t we?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please…don’t hold back.” She put her head down and waited.

“Oh, I won’t my sweet Cin. My ultimate Cin.” He chuckled once more.

In the next five minutes, he wore each of the five switches down to nothing. Cindy hollered, sobbed, squealed, begged forgiveness, promised to be a good girl, then she just lay there and took her medicine. Joe had switched her from the middle of her thighs to her lower back. She wouldn’t be sleeping or sitting comfortably all the rest of the week…and she loved it.

All five switches now lay on the couch where she could see them. He always did that so she knew where it was at and how far to go, another kindness and a good sign of a good daddy. She blubbered still but it was growing quieter now and she felt the familiar sheen of sweat now burning into the welt lines she had.

She now heard a sound that sent a zap of erotic arousal to her clitoris. She heard him unbuckling his belt.

“Daddy?” She whispered. “I’m not too soft to use the belt now?”

“What?” He asked in surprise. “No…well…I suppose you aren’t that either anymore but that wasn’t what I had in mind at the moment.”

Her eyes flew open. “Oh. Oh. Yes, Daddy. Show me you’re in charge. Show me…everything you want to.”

She heard his pants drop to the floor as his hands reached gently to each side of her waist. “Oh, I plan to, Darlin’. I surely do. Then you’ll fix me some dinner, right, as is?”

She bubbled up with a giggle. “Yes, Daddy. Promise.”