My Sugar Daddy Spanked Me & My Girlfriend (I screwed up again)

In my last fantasy article I explained how my Sugar Daddy allows me to date girls since I am bisexual and attracted to them too, but they, and in fact anyone, are not allowed to touch me intimately without explicit permission from my Daddy. Anytime a girl wants to touch me: kiss, hold hands, put her hand on my ass, or even just hug, I must text or call my Daddy first and get his permission. For example, one time my girlfriend wanted to put her arm around my waist, I had to text my Daddy. "Yes," was his simple reply. One time we wanted to French kiss. "No," my Daddy texted back to me. "Your tongue is only for me." Well, once again I screwed up and disobeyed my Daddy. And I can never forget it. My ass won't let me. His hand prints are there to this day.

My girlfriend and I just got back after a date to my Daddy's place where I was staying. We were hungry for each other, wanting to kiss and taste and smell each other. The magnetism was too strong to ignore. Our lips almost touched when I remembered, "Wait!" I said. "I need to text my Daddy first." By now my girlfriend was used to this, though it still annoyed her that I had to do this, stop and text my Daddy every single time we simply wanted to touch. I texted my Daddy, "can I kiss my gf?" Then waited. And waited. And waited. We both stared at each other, the romantic moment passing by, now replaced with impatience and annoyance. Nothing. Fuck it, I thought. We kissed anyways, in a big embrace: our lips locking, our tongues in each other's mouths. I could taste the mint breath mint in her mouth and smell her wonderfully-fragrant perfume, it smelled like flowers. Our hands explored each other's bodies over our clothes. Then we decided to finish this inside, so I opened the door and we stepped in.
And boom! We almost walked right into my Daddy! He was standing there at the front door in nothing but a bath towel around his waist, soaking wet. My fantasy Sugar Daddy is 70-years-old, tall, just over 6 feet, with gray hair, wrinkles, but a strong, very hairy chest and broad shoulders. "I saw you kissing outside," he said angrily. "I don't remember giving you permission for that."