Tony had either spotted the red marks from the bottom of the stairs, or when I returned to the bathroom to fetch my soiled panties. Neither pairs of panties were thick enough to hide the angry red lines on my butt cheeks.

"That's my own business, dad. Have you finished questioning me? Wohhh!" I cried when he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me forward. I put my hands out to stop myself from falling flat onto the bed, but I couldn't avoid going down onto all fours with my ass in the air. "What are you doing?" I wailed.

"Silence," he growled while gripping my neck tightly with his left hand. Then, in an instant, my world imploded when Tony slipped his right thumb in the back of the flimsy panties and slid it down, within my butt crack, taking the back of the panties with it.

"Nooo, you can't dooooo.... Agggggghhh..." My cry was cut short when he squeezed my neck.

"I said, silence, Tammy. I gave you a chance to answer my questions. If you had given me honest answers, I would be weighing you now."

"This isn't right, dad," I wailed in the knowledge that my bruised ass and pussy were visible from his standpoint.

"Your answer about the bruising was unsatisfactory, Tammy. Someone has lashed your buttocks so hard your labia took some punishment as well. I'll give you one more chance to tell me how you got the bruises and who administered the punishment. If your answer is unsatisfactory, I am going to spank you until you tell me the truth."

He slightly relaxed his grip on my neck, then shocked me by placing his free hand on my hot cheeks. The panties with their lax waistband had been easily whisked down to the middle of my thighs, revealing all of my girlish charms. My instinct was to push my knees back, or sideways. I quickly realized though, that the later would open my sex to his gaze while the former would make it easier for him to push my upper body onto the bed.

I didn't want to make it easier for him to spank me. I didn't want him to spank me. It was time to grovel. "Daddy, let me sit down, then I'll answer your question." Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! "Wahhhhhhh!" I cried. "Noooooo, Stooooooop..."

When my butt cheeks exploded with pain for the second time that day, my knees slipped backwards, off the stool while my arms ceased to support my upper body, when I reached back to protect my poor bruised cheeks from more punishment. Tony let me collapse onto the bed and stool, which were roughly level.

I fell forwards, flat on the bed, with my thighs still on the stool. I then buried my face in the covers and wailed for a minute. While I pulled myself together, I closed my thighs and bent my knees while lifting my feet in the air to stop my panties from falling to the floor.

Tony released my neck and placed his left hand in the small of my back. I guessed that he was staring down at my smarting butt cheeks while waiting for my sobbing to subside.

"Tammy, tell me how you got the bruises on your buttocks."

I turned my head to the left so that I could see him. He had one knee on the bed, his left hand remained on my back while his right hand was raised in the air, ready to descend on my bare butt cheeks. I decided to swallow my pride.

"Daddy, we played a bondage game. It wasn't my idea, but Lucy is into all that stuff. She's been having sex for years."