Daddy

Mabel was glad that she and Pacifica had made up.
Mabel was happy that she and Pacifica had started hanging out.
Mabel was ecstatic when Pacifica invited her over to the Northwest Manor for a sleepover.

However, Mabel wasn't exactly sure how she felt about...THIS!

"What's to get?" Pacifica asked.
Mabel stood in shock as Pacifica just nonchalantly asked this question.
"Pacifica, why would I want to SPANK you?"
Pacifica didn't answer. When Mabel finally stopped stuttering and asked the question, she was on the other side of her bedroom. She locked the window and closed the shades.
"Pacifica, I don't want to hurt you! Why you ackin so cray cray?"
Pacifica walked passed Mabel on her way to her closet. "I don't speak jive. Also, it's not weird at all."
Pacifica turned on the light to her walk in closet and left the door ajar.
"I mean, it's one of the most beloved rituals of girl's sleepovers." Pacifica explained as she changed from her day clothes into her night clothes.
Mabel had no need to change. She arrived in her sleep over sweater.
"Really? I'm pretty sure that's not a thing. At all."
Pacifica popped her head from the closet.
"Are you telling me you've NEVER been to a sleepover with spanking?!" she asked in disbelief.

Mabel became flustered. "N-no." she shyly answered.
Pacifica smirked. "Well, girlfriend, you haven't been to a REAL sleepover!" Pacifica popped back into the closet.
Mabel was in awe. NO ONE called her 'girlfriend' in a jovial manner before.
She shook her head.
"B-but I wouldn't even know what to do!" she exclaimed
Pacifica snuck up behind Mabel and turned her around. They were now face to face.
"I'll tell you what to do. You're gonna sit on that bed over there." She points to the large queen size bed.
"And you're gonna sit on the edge. And I'm going to lay across your lap. And you're going to smack my magnificent backside."
Mabel looked down. "That's a beautiful nightgown."
Pacifica was wearing a sapphire satin nightgown.
"Oh, thank you. So, will you or won't you?" she asked.
After a brief silence, Mabel answered.
"I will."

Mabel sat uncomfortably as Pacifica laid herself down on Mabel's lap.
"Now, Pacifica. You're going to tell me to stop when it begins to hurt, right? Believe me, I don't want to hurt you."
Pacifica glanced at Mabel. "Believe me, you won't."
Pacifica straightened her nightgown.
"Listen, Mabel. I'm going to be saying some things during this. Just...don't put too much thought into it. As a matter of fact, don't even mention it. To anyone!" she threatened.
"But I thought you said this was a sleep over tradition?" Mabel inquired.
"The silence is part of the tradition."

"Should I...say anything during, like 'You've been a BAD BAD GIRL!' or-"
"Don't bother. It would just demean us both."

Silence fell upon the bedroom. Mabel raised her hand.
WAP.
...
"W-was that good?" Mabel asked.
"DON'T TALK."
WAP
Pacifica groaned.
SWAP
Pacifica moaned.
SMACK
"Daddy!"


Mabel paused. Did Pacifica just say 'Daddy'?
Mabel smacked Pacifica's ass again.

"Oh daddy!" Pacifica moaned. Sweat beads started rolling down Pacifica's forehead.
'Heheh. Gross.' Mabel thought to herself.

The hits kept on coming. While Mabel soon found the act to be tedious, Pacifica grew more...fondly of it. At times, she would grit her teeth. At times, she would rive in pleasure in Mabel's lap. At times, she would bite her lips and close her eyes, barely containing herself.

At this point, the minutes began to blur together, the moans grew in intensity.
"OH DADDY!"

The door knob began to turn. The door swung open. It's Preston Northwest.
"My ears are burning! Oh daughter, how are you this fine ev-" Preston falls silent.

He stares at the scene in front of him. His most prized possession, his daughter. On the lap of a filthy commoner. Being slapped on her rear end like a child.

Pacifica and Mabel stare at Preston. He stares back.

Time passes. Minutes turn into hours. Days into years. Centuries into eras. The universe implodes and begins anew. The mystery of the Big Bang is solved for all to see.

Preston Northwest does not have a look of disgust on his face. Not a look of shock. Just a look of pure, WASP, stern disapproval.

The silence was deafening.

Preston slowly backed out of the room. His look of disapproval did not waver.

The door closed.

Mabel awkwardly chuckles. "Man oh man! That...that sure was something, right?" She turns to Pacifica, who did not even make the effort to pull herself up from Mabel's soft lap.

She turns to Mabel.

Without missing a beat, all she says is

"Did I tell you to stop?"


SMACK