Caught Skipping School (Part #3)

"You in that corner, now." Dad ordered as he pointed across the room. He didn't have to tell me twice; I was relieved to be out from under his intense gaze for the moment, though I knew it wouldn't last. "You, go put your nose in the corner opposite your cousin, now." He instructed Kristina and she followed my lead and scurried off to her corner. 

I stood quietly facing the corner of the wall as I listened to my Dad pacing behind me. Every time I heard him come closer to me, I'd hold my breath. My little mind was racing. I've been through this process dozens of times, probably more. I'm not a 'bad' girl, but I have a naughty streak. When that naughty streak comes out, I get into trouble with my father. He and I seem to disagree on the definition of the term "acceptable behavior." So I've been spanked numerous times. It always hurts...it's always somewhat embarrassing being tipped over my Daddy's knee like a bratty 7 year old girl and soundly spanked on my bare bottom. Somehow, this, facing a punishment with not only a witness but accomplice, seemed sooooo much more humiliating. 

"Ladies, by my count, you've got 5 lessons you clearly need taught this afternoon." Dad announced from across the room. I rolled my eyes, knowing he couldn't see my face at the moment. "Turn around, girls." He instructed. I turned from the corner and stood facing my father, nervously chewing on my bottom lip and fidgeting with my fingers and the hem of my skirt. I glanced over at Kristina and saw she had the same pouty, nervous look on her face. I cautiously looked up at my Dad and did my best to inspire leniency with my wide-eyed, innocent, didn't-know-I-was-wrong Daddy's girl pouting. He quickly narrowed his eyes at me, my cue to knock it off, he wasn't buying it. 

"Let's start at the top, shall we.......skipping school. Either of you have an explanation as to why you didn't need to be in class today?" He asked. 

"Daddy I was sick..........of school. And it's not a big deal, I didn't ditch class on any important day, I go every time I have exams and crap like that." I started again to excuse my behavior, obviously not thinking. My father shook his head and glared at me, his eyes holding mine captive for several agonizing moments. My stomach was turning and I was regretting this entire day now. 

"Enough with your bullshit excuses girls. This is ridiculous. You can designate what days of school are important? Because you both at 16, know so much more than the administrators who facilitate your educations, right?" He scolded. Almost in unison, Kristina and I answered, "No, Sir." 

"You don't know everything, young ladies. Far from it. You'd be wise to learn this lesson today; if you ditch school again, you'll be more sorry than you're about to be now. Clear?" He warned. Again, Kristina and I answered together, "Yes, Sir." 

Dad picked up my maple hairbrush from my dresser and tapped it against his thigh as he spoke again. "Natalie Lynn, put the chair in the center of the room." My heart sunk, but I quickly followed his directions. As I positioned the chair, my eyes stayed focused on the hairbrush in my fathers hands. God, I hate that thing. It stings like hell and just a few well-placed swats will have me squirming and whimpering over his lap.....and he never stops at "a few." I knew I was about to get a memorable spanking but my only focus was to remain as stoic as possible.....I was *not* about to be crying over my Daddy's knee in front of my cousin.......I hoped. 

"Kristina Ann.....I want you standing right inside of the bathroom so you can hear your cousin receiving her first spanking before you receive yours. Go!" Dad barked as he pointed toward the door to my bathroom. Kristina quickly scurried off, obviously exhaling a sigh of relief that she wasn't going to be first. Dad returned his eyes to mine and his penetrating stare turned my stomach again as he quietly but quickly approached me. He reached out and caught me by my upper arm and marched me toward the chair. 

"Skirt up now, young lady." Dad ordered as he sat in the chair and placed the hairbrush next to him on the desk. I slowly raised my skirt and he quickly took me by the wrist and pulled me down over his lap. 

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Dad wasted no time at all in quickly bringing down his hard, heavy hand again and again on my pantied bottom. It stung, but wasn't unbearable. He didn't lecture at all, rather focusing his energy on properly punishing my naughty bottom as I lay over his knee. 

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Every swat seemed to fall harder than the last. My breathing was as rapid as the stinging swats raining down. He began peppering my thighs with dozens of harsh smacks that immediately had me squirming and wiggling to avoid the punishing swats. I grabbed hold of his ankle with my right hand and held tight to him, biting my lip and trying not to whimper audibly.

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The stinging slaps of his hand tested my resolve to remain stoic, but somehow I managed it. Just as I was praising myself for this small achievement, I felt Dad reach for the hairbrush. Stoic left pretty darn quickly. 

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"Owww......Daddy pleassseeee, I'm sorryyyy." I squealed as he paddled my upturned bottom with that damn brush. 

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I kicked my legs and whimpered out several times as I held tightly to his ankle. "Up, corner now!" Dad barked harshly as he swatted my sit spots hard with the brush. CRACK!  CRACK!  I quickly jumped up and rushed off to the corner, brushing the tears from my eyes and exhaling a sigh of relief that lesson #1 was over, for me anyway. Then remembering I still had 4 more to go, I again pouted and panicked as I listened behind me to Daddy calling to Kristina.

"Let's go Kristina Ann. Jeans down, over my knee now, young lady." I couldn't see what was happening, but I knew she had quickly complied because within seconds I heard my Dad's hand connecting with her bottom as he had mine a few minutes ago. 

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Kristina clearly had underestimated the strength of my fathers' hands......and she'd probably never received a real spanking in her life. She was very quickly sobbing and squealing out as Daddy punished her bottom. 

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"Ouccchhhh I'm sorryyyyy." She squealed. I heard the unmistakable sound of wood sliding across wood and I knew Daddy was about to take the hairbrush to her bottom. 

CRACK CRACK!   Two loud cracks echoed off the walls and a shrill from Kristina, "Holy shit! Owwwww." I started to laugh......I couldn't help myself. I was so shocked that she would react by cursing when he bottom was being paddled. "Kristina Ann, stand up." I quickly bit my lip to stifle my giggles. I heard my father rise from the chair and very quickly approach me from behind. I held my breath and shut my eyes tight. He grabbed my shoulder and quickly spun me around to face him. "Laughing?? You know better." He lectured as he quickly spun me back around and landed a half dozen searing brush strokes on my thighs. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK   I danced around in the corner, trying to wish away the sting. "First your excuses, then the sarcasm and now laughter Natalie Lynn. One more.....anything else out of you at all and I'll go downstairs and get the paddle. Do you understand me?" Dad warned as he applied another half dozen rapid swats. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK   "Owwww......yes Sir. I'm sorryyyy." 

"Kristina Ann, back to your corner." Dad instructed and I glanced over my shoulder and watched her shuffle off to the corner. Her bottom was already dark red, she obviously hadn't been spanked good and hard before; she marked way faster than I usually do. And I knew if Dad was going to be harder on anyone, it would be me, because I am his and I do know better. 

"Lesson number 2, young ladies.......forgery."


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Caught Skipping School (Part #2)

I peered up hesitantly into my fathers' dark brown eyes and struggled to think of a less offensive way to confess to my naughtiness. He held my eyes captive, his narrowing at mine as he studied my face and awaited my explanation. 

"Daddy.....I....umm....." I fought to piece together the sentence. He sighed audibly and turned away from me and began pacing as he spoke in his firm all-business tone of voice. "I can just call the school; I'm sure they will tell me why my little girl is home so early and my calendar has no mention of a teacher workshop today. Yes, I'll just call the school." He stated as he reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. 

"Wait...um, Uncle Nick......don't call the school." Kristina said. Dad turned to again look at her and I and asked again, "Do you ladies have something you'd like to tell me?" I lowered my eyes again, his stare is penetrating. My stomach was in knots as I stood there fidgeting with my skirt. "Yes Sir.....um, Uncle Nick, you can't call the school to ask about the workshop. You see, it's tragic really, but our principal has just been diagnosed with alzheimers so he remembers like nothing. It's a horrible shame, but I guess you'll just have to take our word for it. Okee dokee?" Kristina explained. I spun around, turning my back to my father as I laughed.....almost hysterically.....at her excuse. I hadn't expected an excuse that brazen.......while it was hilarious, I would have *never* said something that obviously smart-assed to my Daddy. 

"I see." Dad said as I regained my composure and turned back to face him, still grinning ear to ear at my cousins ridiculous explanation. Dad's eyes immediately pinned me to the desk and my smile quickly faded. He glared at me and slowly approached me. I watched quietly, my eyes not leaving his, but my mind panicking. "Last chance, little girl." Dad warned as he stopped directly in front of me, folding his arms across his broad chest. I took a deep breath and looked at the physically imposing wall that is my father......and I decided I'd better confess before Kristina's mouth made this any worse. 

"Daddy there wasn't a teacher workshop today." I quickly mumbled. His eyes seemed to soften briefly, obviously pleased that I was going to tell him the truth. "We gave a note to the school office so we could leave early today Daddy." He sighed and asked, "The school now accepts notes from you to excuse you from classes?" I took a deep breath and looked down at the floor....I couldn't look at his face as I made my next confession. I quickly and very quietly answered, "They do when your signature is on it." I saw his legs quickly approaching me and I closed my eyes tight.....I knew I was toast and I didn't want to see it coming. 

"My what, young lady?" He asked. I stood frozen, staring at our feet and remained tight lipped. Daddy grabbed hold of my chin and turned my face to again meet his as he spoke, "MY SIGNATURE???" I closed my eyes tightly and jumped as he yelled at me......my father *very* rarely raises his voice at me and when he does, it scares me. I cautiously peered up at him again, my eyes welling with tears as I searched my fathers' face for softening.....it was not there. He had that determined, grim, steely look on his face and I knew I was going to be a very sorry little girl before this day was done. "I'm sorry Daddy." He nodded his head at me as he turned and began to pace again. 

"So you are here, skipping school and you were able to skip without the school calling me because you forged MY signature on a note? Am I right?" I nodded my head. "Why?" He asked. Now ordinarily I would have remained quiet and contrite, accepting my punishment and focusing on showing my father that I truly was sorry......but today, my best friend and cousin was standing right next to me and I couldn't possibly be seen as a repentant little girl......I have an image to uphold......and besides, I was 100% certain that whatever consequences I was facing, would not be handed out with her being here. So.....I was "safe." 

"Well Daddy, I didn't feel very good but you leave so early for work and I didn't want to interrupt your classes to have you sign a note so I just did it for you." I stated confidently. "Yeah Uncle Nick....it's morning sickness." Kristina added with a giggle. I slapped her arm and quickly addressed that as my father glared at me, "No daddy....it's not morning sickness, she is a smart ass....but I totally was sick......of school." I bit my bottom lip to fight back the giggles but it was too late......I was laughing hysterically at my smart-assed wit. "You didn't look sick or mention anything to me this morning about not feeling well Natalie.....oh wait, sick of school.....of course, this is so damn humorous, isn't it? Absolutely hysterical that MY daughter thinks she can ditch school, forge my name on her bullshit excuses and then make clever comments to justify her behavior to me in front of her girlfriend.......wait....what's that?" He lectured as he walked to the other side of my dresser. My heart sunk.

"And so the plot thickens...." He said sarcastically as he pulled out the two open cans of beer from beside my television. "Daddy.....I" I began but he slammed the cans onto the desk causing me to jump and he spun and gave me one of those death stares that immediately shuts me up. I froze and immediately lowered my eyes. "I don't want to hear it, young lady. This is just unbelievable." He said as he shook his head. I watched him closely, I knew he was getting very agitated and I knew I was on thin ice. Now my focus was convincing him that I was sorry so I wouldn't be humiliated by being punished in front of my cousin, Kristina. 

Dad approached me and I looked down again, needing to escape his piercing gaze. He grabbed a handful of my long, red hair and tugged my head back to raise my face to his as his other hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of papers, lifting them to my vision. My mouth gaped as I saw the papers......several excuses I had written to ditch class over the last several weeks. "Anything else you have to tell me, young lady before I tell you what I know?" He asked. I pouted up at him, my heart racing and my stomach turning. I knew right now I was in more trouble with my father than I had probably ever been and I knew it was time to just fess up and hope he wouldn't mention punishment until my naughty accomplice was gone. 

"Daddy when we left school this morning and were on our way home I got stopped on your campus for speeding and I wasn't exactly polite to the officer who stopped me." I spilled out quickly. Kristina, still standing next to me, laughed and added, "Yeah, no we were nowhere close to polite." Dad shook his head and again paced, sighing audibly several times before slapping the forged notes down on the desk top and approaching us again. I glanced at the clock and said, "Um Dad it's 1 o'clock, you've got to get back to work, you have a class at 2pm. I'll hurry and make you a sandwich to take with you." I said as I started to walk away, hoping this would work to get him out of the house and save my bottom for another couple hours at least. He quickly grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me back to him again. "Nope, I've got several important lessons to teach here this afternoon." I glanced nervously up at my cousin, who returned my concerned look. 

"So now young ladies.....you skipped school for the 6th time this month with notes that you forged my signature on. You broke into my liquor cabinet and were drinking my beer underage in my house. You were pulled over for speeding and were sassy to the police officer who corrected you. You then, when caught, lie to my face and then when you finally confess you do so with witty sarcasm and seem to find this entire scenario absolutely hilarious. Unfortunately for you....we have very different senses of humor." He scolded. "Now, however, I have a dilemma. What to do. You both deserve to be punished....and you, Natalie Lynn, will be .....but you, Kristina Ann, are not my daughter......so what to do? Shall I call and send you home to your parents?" He asked.

I glanced up at Kristina as she answered my father, "You could call em but they don't care Uncle Nick. I do what I want because they don't care to fight with me." Dad shook his head as he replied, "I see.....that makes sense to me. You see, my daughter is typically a very well behaved young lady because she has been raised right.....however, particularly lately, when you two ladies are together, my little girl gets into trouble. I am not at all surprised that you have no consequences at home, if you did then this wouldn't keep happening. Right?" He asked as he watched Kristina closely. "Yes Uncle Nick." Dad again paced, thinking deeply as I stood nervously fidgeting and clasping my hands inside of one another. 

"I have two options right now. I can send you home Kristina, where you have no consequences and ban you from being around my daughter so this sort of thing does not repeat itself. Or.....and perhaps the most fitting in my opinion, is that if you don't want my daughter grounded from you then I will punish you, the same as I do her.....the two of you misbehaved together and can be punished together......then if I am satisfied that you've learned your lessons and can behave appropriately together, then I wont have to ground you from one another right now." He explained. I thought I might throw up.....I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I cautiously glanced up at Kristina, who now looked as nervous as I was but seemed almost curious. "Kristina Ann.....which is it?" Dad asked. I held my breath. "Natalie is my best friend and I can't be kept away from her.....and you're right, we did misbehave together and it wouldn't be fair for only her to be punished so I'd like to be punished with her Uncle Nick." Kristina quietly stated. I felt as if I might faint. I could not believe this!!!

"Okay then. Just last week you ladies got into a fight at school and you were punished for that rather harshly, or so I thought, Natalie Lynn.....but obviously I was not hard enough on you because you didn't learn your lesson and now here we are just a week later and you AGAIN are misbehaving with your cousin." Dad scolded. I pouted up at him and softly asked, "Daddy, can you just ground me for this please?" I was willing to beg for anything at all other than what I knew was going to happen. Dad glared at me and my legs felt as if they might give out as he spoke again, "Shut your mouth, Natalie Lynn. It is NOT your place to negotiate discipline with me, little girl." He barked. I hung my head and started feeling sorry for myself. 

"Now, as I was saying, last week you were punished for misbehaving with your cousin, Natalie Lynn. Kristina has no consequences at home so this is probably foreign to her. But in my house, my children have all been raised with discipline and consequences when they misbehave. Natalie has been punished the same way since she was a little girl when she is naughty. Natalie.....look at your cousin and tell her how you are punished when you are a bad girl." Dad instructed. I just wanted to go crawl under a rock and disappear. I peered up at my father, silently pleading for mercy but was met with his penetrating stare that conveyed his resolve and displeasure. I turned to look at Kristina, who met my panicked face with her curious but nervous look. I took a deep breath and softly whispered, "When I'm a bad girl, my Daddy spanks me."

Kristina's face seemed to drain of its color as the word escaped my lips. I was so embarrassed that I had just said that to her. She is my cousin and my best friend but I'd never discussed discipline with her. I wasn't going to admit to any of my friends that at 16, my Daddy still spanks my bottom when I am naughty. Most teenage girls get grounded when they are in trouble......I do, on occasion get grounded, but from the time I was a little girl when I misbehave, my Daddy has *always* spanked me good for it. 

"Don't want to change your mind about your two punishment options, Kristina?" Dad asked.....providing her with one last chance to get out of this. I watched Kristina closely and she looked from me back to my father and confidently answered him, "No Uncle Nick. If Natalie is getting spanked then I deserve to be too." I was almost stunned by her calm, cool reaction.......she had *no* idea what she was getting herself into. I, on the other hand, did know. When my Daddy says I am getting a spanking....he means it. Not a couple swats either......when I'm naughty and Daddy punishes me, he makes certain that it is effective......and memorable!


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Caught Skipping School (Part #1)

My bedroom door swung open and there in the doorway stood the towering frame of my father. My heart leapt into my throat and I quickly discarded the can of Bud Light from my hand onto my dresser top, desperately trying to hide it behind the television without raising suspicion. He slowly entered my room, closing the door behind him as my cousin, Kristina jumped off of the desk and stood slightly behind me off to my right. 

"Hi Daddy. You're home early." I attempted a nonchalant greeting as my nervous stomach flip flopped, the beer not seeming like the best idea at this point. Dad smiled warmly at me and returned my greeting, "You're also home early baby, it's not quite 1 o'clock; why aren't you two in school?" My eyes immediately left his and traveled to the wall mirror as I tried to think of a solid excuse and knew I wouldn't be able to look into his eyes and lie to him. Thankfully, Kristina has always been good at thinking on her feet. "Oh, um, Uncle Nick, we were let out at 10am because of a teacher workshop thingy." I breathed a sigh of relief knowing this was a logical reason to miss school. "So Daddy, why are you home early? Decided to come home for lunch?" I asked, smiling and doing my best to change the focus to him with my sweet daddy's girl charm. His eyes found mine and pulled me to him as he spoke again, "I'm not finished asking questions yet, young lady." 

I started nervously chewing on my bottom lip and tugging at the hem of my incredibly short black skirt, trying to slide it down and make it appear an appropriate length. This was *not* what he saw me leave the house in this morning and I was relatively certain he had no idea this was even part of my wardrobe. My mind was racing because I didn't know what he knew but I knew he knew something. I ran through the mounting list of offenses in my little mind and watched him closely, still trying to smile and charm my way into his good graces. What did he know??? I knew I was ditching school, I knew I forged his signature on a note today to ditch school (same as I have 6 other days this month), I knew I was drinking his beer, I knew I'd been pulled over for speeding on my way home to drink after leaving school this morning, I knew I was mouthy to his rookie campus cop and I knew that we had just successfully lied to my Daddy about a teacher workshop excusing us from school. I knew all of this......but I didn't know what he knew......I only knew he knew something. 

"Natalie, I have a school calendar in the kitchen and it doesn't have any workshop listed until January." He stated as his eyes narrowed at mine. I thought I might throw up. I'm not certain many grown men could stand in a deadlock stare like this with my father.....I was withering FAST! Kristina piped up from behind me, just in the knick of time, "Uncle Nick...." Dad raised his right hand to silence her, not taking his eyes from mine. "You hush. Natalie Lynn??" My heart raced; first he called me 'young lady' and now my first & middle name??? Yep.....Dad definitely knew something and I was pretty sure I was going to be in a lot of trouble as soon as he peeled back the layers of this little ditch-day. I stood on my wobbly knees, fighting to maintain eye contact and desperately wishing I could lie on my feet like Kristina!

My eyes fell and I was soon staring down at my feet as I watched my fathers feet approaching mine until they were practically touching my toes. His right hand skimmed my hair as he tucked a loose tendril behind my ear before catching my chin and tilting my face back up to meet his. "Natalie Lynn??" His voice was soft....too soft. I just knew he had to know and I knew I was caught.....I just wasn't sure how much he knew.....yet. I bit the corner of my lip as my eyes searched his for reassurance. "You have something to tell me darling daughter of mine?" He asked as his eyes narrowed at mine and my eyes began to well with tears. 

I slowly shook my head yes and pouted up at my Daddy, attempting to inspire leniency. 

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Feeling Small

What is it about certain things, situations that make a grown woman feel like a little girl?

Obviously throughout a session, I am transported to that small mindset time and again. Waiting for Professor to arrive, knowing I'll soon be punished. Standing in the corner. Having to stand before him, pouting up at his steely, determined glare hoping for leniency. Being draped across his capable lap. Having my bare bottom soundly spanked for misbehaving. Being held in his arms, after I've been punished as I sob.

Then of course there are the phrases he says that will instantaneously make me dip into that small frame of mind.

"Young lady."....."Little girl"....."Go put your nose in that corner"....."Naughty girl"....."You know better" ....."Do I need to repeat myself?"....."I suggest you lose that attitude.".....etc

The list goes on and on.

A lot of times, just being with Professor makes me feel small. Being with him when I'm not really with him has the same effect (phone calls, emails). It's funny how quickly that 27 year old woman who can take on the world morphs into a young, naughty girl when I am in his presence.

But aside from the verbal triggers and those within a scene or session, sometimes Professor will make a request (okay.....demand) that I do something and it just spins me into that transformation.

The other night I was in a horrible mood; it had been an incredibly bad day. He and I had been speaking via instant messenger for a while and my mood was very apparent. After 15 minutes or so talking, I told him I was packing a bag and running away. I was going to leave with no destination in mind, turn off my phone and have no contact with anyone until I was 'over it.' Funny how quickly a father reacts to such a threat. :)

"No, you're not running away. You do need a break and I'm fine with you taking one; but you're not going to run off and make me worry like that, young lady. Stop being irrational. You need sleep."

"Fine, I'll go lay down for my typical 3 hours of sleep and I'll wake up SOOOOO much more 'rational'. Happy?"

For the record, I *rarely* snap back at Professor like this; it was just one of those days. As rare as it is that I would speak to him like this, it is even more rare that he would allow it.....again, it was just one of those days.

"No, you need to sleep, take medicine if you have to, but you need to get your moody butt in bed and stay there for a nice, long sleep. It will do wonders."

I rolled my eyes and sighed and even stomped my feet (thankfully he couldn't see me doing this or I would have been sent off to bed with a very sore bottom). I didn't think I cared to be shooed off to bed like a child. So after protesting for a while, I submitted. Professor has a way of convincing me to submit to his requests. I sulked and stomped my way to my room, rolling my eyes and angry that I was being treated like a little girl. But as I crawled into bed, I smiled (for the first time that day) because I think I actually really like that he had sent me off to bed like a little girl. It's not nearly as offensive a prospect when I consider that he isn't treating me like *a* little girl.......he is treating me like *His* little girl. And I really kind of love being his little girl. :)

Being sent off to bed.....being grounded.....standing in the corner.....the scolding.....the spanking..... being held in his strong arms.....being told "NO".....having limits & rules to follow.........damn near every interaction with Professor makes me feel small, safe, loved. And I think I really like that.....a lot. :)

Double Trouble

An intoxicating role play is sex for the brain. 

Everything that goes into the experience just adds to the intricate elegance. 

Selecting the roles.....setting the scene.....preparing the props.....determining the dialogue.

It all comes together to create an amazingly intense mind fuck. (When it is done *right*)

Tomorrow afternoon I am playing for the *first* time with my Disciplinarian. I've been Professor's naughty little girl for 11 months now.......but I have not yet role played with him even one time because I *constantly* have offenses on my Punishment List that I need to be held accountable for when we schedule a session. So tomorrow is the very first for us. :)

I absolutely l-o-v-e a good role play scene. Again.......sex for the brain! :)

Though I've not yet played with Professor, I know I will not be disappointed. This man's overwhelming dominance is damn near palpable and I have *no* doubt in my mind that he can lead an amazing role play as well as he leads true discipline & punishment scenes. I've been scripting roles for him to play since like month #1 because I knew he would be the perfect strict fit. :) Intoxicating.......Professor is absolutely intoxicating. 

So I will post our session some time this week.......but for now, I'm just getting ready to drift off to sleep with my lil brain on overload rushing through everything I *think* will transpire throughout the course of the afternoon tomorrow.

And.....a teaser for you all.....it wont be just Professor & I playing tomorrow. :) I'm bringing along one of my best girlfriends in the whole world to be my naughty co-conspirator. :) I would almost feel sorry for Professor for what he is walking into tomorrow.....note I say "almost"......the man has an extremely effective way of transforming naughty brats into sniffling, sore-bottomed, contrite little angels. :) Intoxicating! :)

Breaking Daddy's Rules

11/20/2012

I  was sitting curled up in a 'wish this pillow would make me disappear' ball in the corner of the couch, chatting with Suzi as I waited for Professor to arrive for our session. As I heard the door open, my heart stopped and I inhaled sharply as my eyes shot to the door. There he stood....tall, confident, resolved. My eyes locked with the pillow resting on my trembling knees.

"Your father is home. Get off the phone, young lady." His voice was soft....menacingly soft....but very notably firm. I said 'goodbye' and disconnected the call. I sat frozen in place, hesitantly glancing up at him as he discarded his things onto the desk and began looking at the recent offenses on my punishment list. Every few seconds, his dark brown eyes would peer up at me over the top of the page, and it knotted my stomach. I sat quietly as he read and watched him closely. Every audible sigh made me cringe. I knew he was disappointed in me and I hated that. 

He finally sat the lis down on the desk and opened his laptop. "Turn on your hotspot and then go put your nose in that corner, Natalie Lynn." He instructed and I immediately obeyed. I listened closely to him behind me as I stood staring at the squiggly wallpaper in the corner. Being able to hear him but not see him always screws with my head and I have a constant battle playing out in my mind......to look or not to look. Nope, I know better. As I stood quietly in the corner, I felt him approach me from behind and stop directly behind me. I held my breath and cautiously watched his shadow on the wall; when he pins me to a corner like this it makes my head spin. 

"Turn around." He spoke just inches from my ear. I slowly turned to face him, my eyes locking on his chest. 

He tucked his left hand under my chin to raise my face, "You know better. Eyes right here young lady." He admonished. I blinked several times and fought to maintain eye contact. 

"We've got a couple entries to discuss before we move on to the main topic. Let's start with the issue with Brad. You threw a drink in his face because he threatened to inform me of your bad behavior. When I told you to apologize, you said "nope"...." 

My eyes shot to the floor. I have not ever before this told Professor "no".....ever.....and I knew this was no small offense. "Look at me now." He barked. 

I cautiously raised my green eyes to again lock with his as he continued, "Not once....not twice.....three times......wait, perhaps you missed that......YOU TOLD ME NO THREE DAMN TIMES!" I hate when he raises his voice at me; I wanted to cry but I closed my eyes tightly to contain my tears before slowly returning to his intent stare. "Still not satisfied that you'd made your point that you didn't agree with me, you sent him the joke of an apology. Am I right?" He asked. I slowly shook my head and whispered, "Yes Sir." 

"First, you know better. Second, I didn't ask if you agreed or not, I gave you a mandate and it was not open for discussion. Third, you are MINE......MY DAUGHTER DOES NOT TELL ME NO. Got it?" He barked. My body jumped at his elevated voice again and I quickly responded, "Yes Sir." 

His left hand encircled my right wrist and he pulled me along behind him as he walked over to the couch and sat down. "Pants down now." He instructed. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them down over my hips, leaving them balled up at my knees as he reached forward grabbing my wrist again and guiding me down over his capable lap. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties and quickly yanked them down to my knees. His left hand rested on my bared bottom and my skin tingled at his touch. 

"You lashed out....physically. You know better. It may not be as bad as you hitting someone, but it is a close second. You do NOT respond with physical aggression to a verbal confrontation. Clear?" He asked. "Yes Sir" I replied back over my shoulder as I braced for the first punishing swats to connect.

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His hand fell again and again; hard, heavy, stinging swats rapidly applied as I struggled to remain still over his lap. 

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"Back to the corner!" He instructed. I quickly slid off of his lap and scurried off to the corner as my left hand drifted back to soothe my stinging bottom. "Hands on your head, young lady!" I quickly snatched my hands away from my sore bottom and interlocked my fingers on the back of my head as I tried to slow my breathing. 

CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!   "Owww!" I squeaked as I jumped. 

"Three times! Three times you told me NO! You *NEVER* tell me no! Do you understand me, young lady?" He scolded.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!   "Yes Sir, I'm sorry." I apologized as he picked up the pace, paddling me mercilessly with our oak bathbrush as I fought to remain still in the corner. 

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"I will not allow my daughter to tell me 'no' when I give her instructions. It's not going to happen Natalie Lynn. My mandates to you are not optional. You know better! If you *ever* tell me no again, this paddling will be nothing compared to what you will get; have I made myself clear little girl?" He asked as he rapidly applied several harsh swats to my thighs.

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I danced around in the corner, trying in vain to escape the awful burning in my bottom and thighs as I squealed out my answer, "Yes Sir, crystal clear, I'm sorryyyyy."  

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"Turn around and look at me." He demanded. I hastily brushed away a tear from my eye as I turned to face my father again. He held my gaze quietly for several moments as the sting in my bottom sunk in to a deeper throb and my eyes filled with tears. His eyes were dark, cold, intense and set in a grim resolve. He audibly said nothing, his eyes said everything. I knew my behavior displeased him.....it didn't please me either. I'd been shocked at myself for telling him 'no'......I've just not ever been that brazen and stupid in my communication with him.....and certainly not when he is giving me instructions when I am in trouble. I hated that I had said it, and his eyes conveyed the extent of his displeasure with that choice. 

"I told you to apologize and you sent your clever, witty, passive aggressive half-assed attempt at an apology thinking that would what? Appease me? Meet my 'apologize now' requirement?" He asked. I tried to think of a less offensive way to explain myself but there simply were none. "I just didn't want to apologize. I know you had told me I had to but I didn't care to do it. I'm so sorry." I explained as my emerald eyes searched his for reassurance. His eyes narrowed at mine, "Care now?" I lowered my eyes and softly answered, "Yes Sir." 

He again encircled my wrist and took me back to the couch and quickly back down hard across his lap; his thighs hard against my torso, his legs spaced apart enough that my feet were off the ground, my red hair blanketing the carpet beneath me and I waited for my spanking to resume. 

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"Ouch....I'm sorry" I cried back to him over my shoulder as he spanked my bottom quickly with his large left hand. 

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The swats stopped raining down as I lay over his knee, trying to slow my rapid breathing. His left hand slowly skimmed over my hot, tender bottom. He firmly massaged each cheek before giving each thigh a sharp SMACK! SMACK!  

"Back to the corner, young lady. A couple more minor offenses before we get to the main event." 

I quickly scurried off to the corner and fought the urge to rub my throbbing bottom. I put my hands back on top of my head, like I'm expected to do and stood quietly waiting to be called out again.

"Come out of the corner, young lady." His silky smooth voice pulling me from the corner and drawing me, once again, to stand in front of him supported by shaking legs. 

"This next entry came as no surprise to me and I doubt it surprises you. I've repeated this lecture to you so many times that you could probably recite it back to me. Care to tell me what I'm referring to?" He asked, his voice hinting at his irritation. "Defying authority, Sir." I answered quietly, maintaining eye contact. He nodded his head as he replied, "Yep. Again being a snotty brat to a police officer simply doing his job. Right?" I whispered up to him, "Yes Sir." He stood silently just staring down into my emerald eyes as I nervously bit the corner of my bottom lip. 

"Hands flat on the couch, bottom out." He instructed and I complied, listening as I stood waiting in position. "I've repeated this lecture multiple times to you, you know why it is wrong and you chose to do it again anyway. I believe every time we have had this discussion, you've been whipped with my belt, and the whippings have only gotten more severe each time. Correct?" He asked. I hung my head and softly answered back to him, "Yes Sir. I'm sorry. I *am* trying." He audibly sighed before replying, "I know you're trying. I'm repeating this lesson less frequently. BUT....I am STILL REPEATING MYSELF and you know how I feel about that, don't you?" I nodded my head and answered, "Yes Sir." 

His right hand swept the hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear and tugging slightly to tilt my head toward him as he spoke. "I'm done repeating this lesson to you, young lady. My daughter is not allowed to blatantly defy or disrespect authority.....period. Clearly my belt hasn't made enough of an impression with this topic, so this lesson will be accompanied by your favorite rubber looped strap, Natalie Lynn. You would be smart NOT to make me repeat this to you again, young lady. Understood?" Just the mention of that strap caused my body to tense up and my heart to race. "Yes Sir." I answered quietly as I squeezed the couch cushions tightly in anticipation and fought to contain the tears that threatened to spill out at any moment.

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"Owww." I yelled out as my right hand shot back to protect my bottom from that damn strap. "You had better move that hand, young lady....you do NOT want me to move it for you." He warned. I quickly pulled my hand back and danced from foot to foot trying to escape the awful sting.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! 

I threw my head back and gasped for air as I whimpered audibly. That strap is incredibly painful and I hate it; which I suppose only makes it more effective. Hot, salty tears were now trickling down my cheeks as I fought to stay in position for the duration of my whipping. 

"If you disagree with authority figures or have some witty, clever comment you want to make to be a smartass then you can think it......but you do NOT say it until they are gone. My daughter is not allowed to be a disrespectful brat, I've raised you better than that, young lady. Clear?" He scolded. I quickly answered back to him, "Yes Sir." His large left hand slowly but firmly ran across each cheek, kneading the fresh welts from that horrible strap. My breathing slowed and I closed my eyes, savoring his touch. I had hoped that my whipping was finished........no such luck. Professor stepped back and began applying one full force swat after the next to my thighs.

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I jumped up onto my tip toes as the strap bit into my tender skin again and again. I cried and whimpered out apology after apology. His resolve was not swayed; he was determined to teach his naughty little girl a memorable lesson. 

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"Think it......Don't say it. Have I made myself clear, Natalie Lynn?" He asked, his tone unsympathetic and deepened with determination clinging to every word. "Yes Sir, crystal clear." I cried back to him over my shoulder. "Back to that corner now." He barked at me. I shuffled back to the corner, my poor bottom absolutely on fire. I could literally feel each and every angry, red welt and I shuddered at the thought of having two more offenses to address.........the most serious two offenses.........

"Stack the pillows in the center of the bed and lay over them, Natalie Lynn." He instructed from across the room. I sighed and turned from the corner to do as I was told. I slowly crawled up onto the bed and laid over the pillows, resting my face on the backs of my arms as I waited. I could hear him moving around the room, but I couldn't see him and I had no idea which implement he was selecting for my next lesson. 

"Staying with the theme of the last lesson, young lady......think it but don't say it.......who did you speak to this last week that might upset me?" He asked. I quietly whispered back to him, "Rob, Sir." He knelt down beside the bed and tilted my head so he was again looking down into my pouty green eyes. 

"Are you allowed to speak to Rob?" He questioned firmly. I shook my head as I answered, "No Sir." His eyes narrowed at mine as he continued, "Who told you that you're not allowed to speak to him, little girl?" I lowered my eyes and answered, "You did, Sir." His eyes held mine captive for several agonizing minutes. Again tears slowly began to cascade down my cheeks and his dark, grim, penetrating stare pulled at my heart. I hate disappointing him like this. Finally, he rose to his feet, but the words he said as he did, threw my lil mind into free fall.

"You defied me......AGAIN!" 

"No....Sir.....I...." I tried to piece together a thought but he stopped me immediately.

"Shut your mouth, now. YOU DEFIED ME!" He barked.

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I buried my face in the blankets and cried hard. I didn't think I'd defied him......I certainly didn't intend to defy him. My last punishment was for blatant defiance and he had left me, for the first time ever, he walked away from me and it broke my heart. He did come back to me, but his warning to me replayed over and over in my panicked lil mind: "if you ever defy me like this again, you will be left alone in your room after I've whipped you and your tears will not change that, do you understand me young lady?" That phrase repeated over and over as I cried into the ball of blankets I was squeezing in my hands. He could whip me all day, I didn't care, just don't let him leave me. I was so scared.

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My hand shot back instinctively to protect my sore bottom from the heavy barrage of searing paddle swats. "Move your hand now." He calmly ordered. I returned my hand to my face and he returned to paddling my bottom and thighs hard with his heavy paddle as I cried and cried. 

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"Owww....pleassseee...." I cried back to him. "I don't want to hear it. You deserve everything you're getting and you know it. I told you not to speak to him.....NO COMMUNICATION.....PERIOD! I set that mandate to protect you! You let your temper get the best of you again and you defied me.....maybe not intentionally, but you defied me, Natalie Lynn. You know how I feel about my daughter defying me, you did it anyway and now you're being punished for that choice." He scolded. 

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I kicked my legs against the bed in a futile attempt to show my displeasure. He paddled just as fast as I kicked and just as hard as I cried. 

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He sat the paddle down on the table next to the bed and sat next to me, slowly and firmly massaging oil into my punished skin. My bottom was so very sore and I knew I still had the most serious offense to deal with. The only thing that mattered to me right now was that he wouldn't leave after he punished me. It broke my heart when he left me for an hour after my last punishment and I was so worried that he might today if he saw my actions as defiance. I wanted to explain, but I couldn't so I just tried to submit and trust him to determine what I did or did not deserve......I'd have to accept and submit to his decision, regardless because I trust him, because I respect him, because I am *his*. 

"Last offense. Look at me, young lady." He instructed as he knelt next to me. I turned my head and peered up at him, softly crying. He extended both of his hands and gestured to one of them, "In this hand is your health & safety, the safety of your son's mother, obeying my rules for you......" Then he gestured to the other, "Over here is doing something ignorant and dangerous because it was 'fun'." I lowered my eyes momentarily and then again looked up at him, pleading with my eyes and searching his for any sign of softening. He shook his head, audibly sighed and gestured to the second hand again, "And you chose this one. You chose to drink something you knew you couldn't because you're Wonder Woman and you'd be just fine, right?" He asked.

"No Sir, I didn't think I was Wonder Woman. I just didn't think. I never knew it would be as bad as it ended up being. I'm sorry that I did it, I'm sorry that I worried you." I apologized as I sobbed. "Could have been worse.....you could be DEAD! Do you have any idea how worried I was?" He scolded. I hung my head and whispered up to him again, "I'm so sorry, Sir." 

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His heavy paddle again bit into my incredibly tender bottom and thighs. I squeezed the blankets tightly and cried. 

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"Owww.....I'm sorryyyyy.....it hurttssss." I whimpered. 

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"It is supposed to hurt! You could have killed yourself Wonder Woman NOT! You knew better. You intentionally ignored your limit.....broke my rule.....put yourself in danger.....and AGAIN DEFIED ME! Do you get that??" He asked, his tone of voice pure agitation. I cried even harder as I pleaded again, "No Sir, please.....I didn't mean to defy you....please." He sat the paddle down on the table again with an audible thump as he walked out of my vision. 

"You didn't mean to.....BUT YOU DID! By how many times did you exceed my limit roughly, little girl?" He asked. I sniffled and sobbed and managed to get out the audible response, "A hundred, Sir." His right hand gently stroked down the length of my hair and I tilted my head into his touch; it is incredibly reassuring to me when I'm being punished. 

"Close your eyes, young lady." He instructed firmly. I did as I was told but wondered......this is a new request......he hasn't ever told me to close my eyes during a punishment. My mind raced and my heart matched that pace. 

"Count, young lady." He ordered. I laid my head onto the backs of my arms again and waited. I couldn't see the implement that was about to begin its' assault on my bottom, but I had a feeling with his instruction, that I wasn't going to like it.......I was right.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!  

Three harsh swats bit into the tender flesh of my sit spots. My head shot back and I inhaled sharply as I cried out. "Owwww......what is that??" The sting was incredibly intense. "COUNT!" He barked. My body instinctively jumped as he again raised his voice at me. I cried out the count to him as I braced for the whipping to resume. "One Sir, two Sir, three Sir."

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"Oucchhh......four Sir, five Sir, six Sir, seven Sir, eight Sir, nine Sir, ten Sir. Pleasseeee no more pleassseeee." I begged as the harsh bites continued to rain down. 

"Eyes closed and MOUTH SHUT except to count. You defied me and damn near killed yourself......I am nowhere near being done with you, young lady." He scolded. I cried into the backs of my arms as he whipped me.

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"Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen Sirrrr...."

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"Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight Sirrrr."

I cried out the counts as my legs kicked the bed furiously. Whatever this implement was, it was incredibly intense.......I'd never felt a sting like this before......it made our rubber straps seem tame and gentle. I struggled to remain in position and submit. I cried so hard and still worried that he may leave me alone afterward......he had now told me twice that I'd defied him again......and neither of us are ever going to be okay with that. Just hearing it breaks my heart. I respect him tremendously and want only to please him. 

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I kicked the bed over and over and fought the urge to turn over to protect my bottom, but I knew better. Good lord this implement hurt like hell! Every searing swat felt like a thousand fire ants biting into my flesh. I cried and squealed into the pillow. 

"Count, young lady." He ordered. I sobbed and cried even harder, "I can't Sirrr...." I whimpered out to him. "Alright, your choice, now those swats don't count. You're still at twenty-eight. Count now or we begin again, young lady!" He barked as he began to whip me harder.

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My hand shot back to rub the sting out of my thighs as he applied a dozen and a half strokes up and down the length of my tender thighs. I cried out several times and just held my thigh, trying in vain to rub the stinging pain away. "Move it or they don't count!" He warned. I cried out to him again over my shoulder, "I'm sorryyyyy." I slowly pulled my hand back up to my face and decided to place both hands underneath my chest so I wouldn't reach back again. He had now warned me three times in this session to keep my hands away from my bottom; I know better. This implement was just incredibly intense. I was well beyond my limit. 

"Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five, forty-six Sir." I finally recited the count as I struggled to remain still in position. As soon as the last number left my lips, he began whipping me again, and it seemed the strokes only got harder each round. 

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I squealed out and balled my fists into the blankets as I cried uncontrollably. That merciless implement, whatever it was, just continued to bite into my bottom and thighs and the intensity with which Professor was whipping me left no doubt in my mind as to how seriously he viewed this offense. I knew he was right, I had made a really stupid decision, risked far too much and I deserved every single swat I got......but that didn't make it any easier to take. 

"Count, young lady!" He instructed, pulling me from my hysterical crying. "Forty....ummm......forty-two" I started and he quickly stopped me, "Forty what?" I thought hard but could concentrate on nothing but the intensity of the pain in my bottom, I replied my voice audibly shaking, "Forty-two Sir? I'm not sure....." I held my breath, praying we wouldn't start over, thankfully we didn't but his words sent me into hysterics again, "No, not forty-two.....it was actually more than that.....forty-seven, Natalie Lynn......BUT since you lost count, you know what that means, they don't count. I'd suggest you keep accurate count, young lady." He admonished. I cried hard into the blankets as I waited for my whipping to begin again; and I didn't have to wait long. 

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"Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty, sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-four Sirrrr........owwwwww." I cried and pleaded. 

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"Owwww.......Daddy pleassseeee......" I squealed out to him. His right hand again ran down the length of my hair, softly and silently reassuring me. "Count, Natalie." He gently instructed. I fought to contain my sobs and slow my breathing so my words would be coherent. 

"Sixty-five, sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five, seventy-six, seventy-seven, seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one, eighty-two Sirrrr......I'm soo sorrryyyyyy." I cried up to him before burying my face again. 


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"Eighty-three, eighty-four, eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine, ninety, ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred Sir." I twisted and turned from side to side, trying to wish away the intense burning fire that now covered every inch of my bottom and thighs. I bawled hysterically into the blankets and sobbed out apology after apology. 

The bed dipped as he sat next to me, his left hand firmly rubbing the painful welts that had risen up from this horrible mystery implement. Even his touch hurt, I was so incredibly sore, but I closed my eyes and held still, melting at his touch and crying again. 

"Come here." He called me to him. I was still sobbing incoherently as I slowly crawled off the pillows and walked around the side of the bed to stand in front of him. I winced at every movement as it stretched my skin tight and stung even more. I stopped directly in front of him, waiting for him to rise and pull me into an embrace, as he typically does. He reached forward and encircled my wrist in his left hand again and pulled me to him. 

Still sitting on the side of the bed, he sat me on his lap and held me tight as I cried on his shoulder. He hasn't ever held me like this before and I could not tell you what that meant to me. My jeans were still tangled at my ankles, my hair a mess, my eyeliner running down my tear-stained cheeks, my bottom and thighs a sore bruised mess but my lil heart absolutely melted as he held me there on his lap, hugging me tightly and stroking my hair and my back and I cried and apologized for worrying him and disobeying him over and over. He "sshhh'd" me and held me close to him as my crying slowed to gentle sobs.

I felt so incredibly small......very much like a contrite little girl crying in her Daddy's arms after being punished......very small and incredibly loved and cared for. 

I knew we would be okay. The security and the love I felt in his arms can not be measured. I hate that I worried him so much but I knew sitting there in his lap as he held me tight, that he had forgiven me and regardless of my behavior......good or bad.....I am still *his*. After several minutes, once he had calmed me down, I stood and again asked him, "Sir.....may I ask now what that implement was?" He stood up and retrieved an electrical cord from the dresser top. He then went to the desk and began typing on his laptop as I sat across from him. 

"Brad & Kristina made the suggestion of this implement. And while I rarely take suggestions when it comes to punishment and discipline.....I was told that last night when the possibility of this implement was presented to you, you said something........what, my dear, did you say to your friends about this implement?" He asked as he turned to look at me, his eyes narrowed at mine but his lips curving into a smile. 

I quickly covered my mouth with my hands as I recalled the conversation, "I said, umm, I said, 'he wouldn't dare' Sir." I then shook my head and continued, "I didn't mean it and I *never* would have said it to your face, Sir. I know better. I was only joking with them." I explained as his smile broadened and he laughed at me. 

"I wouldn't dare, huh? I couldn't possibly pass that challenge up." He said. I giggled at him and replied, "Like father, like daughter." He laughed again and stood to pull me into another tight hug. 

I *love* hearing him laugh and seeing him smile. I had to make it through one hell of a punishment spanking to get to that point......but honestly, I truly love that he holds me accountable and punishes me when I fall short. His discipline is an anchor to me in my, at times, chaotic lil world. Having him always there to support me, to teach me, to discipline me......it means the world to me because it shows me every single day how much he cares for me. I *love* being his daughter.......I'm an incredibly lucky girl. 

Several lessons learned throughout this punishment session..........Above all others and possibly the most beneficial, DO NOT *EVER* SAY "He wouldn't dare" in reference to my father and a punishment when I've been a naughty girl...........the man doesn't walk away from a dare any more than his brat of a daughter does. :) 

Don't Whine to Dad

If there is one thing my father has ZERO tolerance for out of me when I am in trouble with him, it is whining. 

"Your not liking it, matters why?"
"Uh huh, I'm very mean to you, I know. Call your sister & arrange a 'whine tasting'."
"I determine 'fair' young lady."

Yep, my father is as fond of my whining as I am of spiders. :) 

Thankfully for him & luckily for me, I am not much of a whiner. In the beginning of our disciplinary relationship, I whined quite a bit when I disliked a specific punishment (i.e. no cell phone in the car restriction).......but I *very* quickly learned to bite my tongue (sometimes literally). Any time I have whined about a punishment, it has only gotten me into MORE trouble.......and I'm relatively good at causing trouble without the assistance of my whiny additions. 

So, it is *extremely* rare that I will whine to my Dad now about any discipline or punishment issue. I will occasionally 'vent' to a girlfriend, mama Suzi, my sister or one of my wiener dogs.....but NOT to Daddy. I quickly learned to "censor for my audience." Smart girl! :) 

The other day, I wrote a post on here for you all (Addict VS Junkie) telling you that I had seriously violated my handbag limit last week. I knew I was being a bad girl when I purchased them.......I knew I should have called and asked Dad's permission.......I knew when he found out, my ass was going to pay for those "cute" darling lil bags. 

Well I confessed the very next night to my father when we were chatting and catching up. He wasn't thrilled about my buying 3 more than I am allowed.......but his biggest hang-up with the offense was my not calling him to ask permission. In retrospect, I really wish I *had* called him and asked like a good girl. He is very reasonable and I'm pretty sure he would have approved my buying 2.......I just chose to be a sneaky lil bad girl and *not* ask Daddy because I knew he wouldn't even consider allowing me to purchase 4 of them. And since I couldn't possibly choose between them, I just bought them all and chose to confess *after* they were safe & sound in my permanent possession. Bad Girl!

After scolding me for a good while about being a sneaky brat, the importance of obeying his rules, the reason I have this limit in the first place, etc.......my Dad practically gave me a death sentence: RETURN ALL 4 HANDBAGS, YOUNG LADY!  :(  He had told me that I had to add this offense to my Punishment List and that he would "discuss" this choice with me at a later date.......for those of you with difficulty reading between the lines: I'm in for one heck of a spanking when my father gets his hands on me. Now, personally, I had thought the scolding & a serious spanking was more than enough punishment.......unfortunately, I am not the one who gets to make such decisions.

Now, I could tell by the tone of Dad's voice that he was irritated, I was on *very* thin ice and he was not going to be sympathetic to any "but Dad....." whine & sulk fests. So when he told me to return all of the purses, I sighed but then obediently said: "yes Sir, I'll return them tomorrow morning. I'm sorry."

YES.....of course as soon as I was done talking to my father I whined A LOT! Again, critically important to tailor to your audience. Phew.......disaster averted!  :) 

So the very next morning, I pouted my way back to the store with my 4 newest treasures in tow. I sniffled a little as I said my farewells to the gorgeous lil darlings and I walked to the customer service desk. I told the woman behind the counter that I needed to return the bags. She looked at my receipt and then we conversed:

"You just purchased these 3 days ago; buyers remorse?"

"No ma'am. They're perfect & I love them."

"Is anything wrong with them honey? Any damage?"

"Nope, again, they're perfect."

"Would you like to exchange them for other bags?"

"I'd love to, but I can't. I just need to return them."

"May I ask why?"

**exaggerated sigh**

"Because I'm in more than enough trouble with my father for buying them without asking permission first & he told me to return them immediately. Since I value my ass, I decided I'd be a good girl and return them as I was told to so that I don't make this any worse than it will be already."

**puzzled look quickly dissipating into a wry smile & obvious blush**

So.......she proceeds to scan and return my handbags. The fourth & final one she hands back to me and told me that because I had removed the tags that she couldn't take it back. As if this weren't a painful enough process!!! Ughhh!! I handed her the tags I had removed but she explained that if they were no longer attached then she could not return them, store policy. I handed her my credit card to refund the price of the 3 other bags and left the store with the 4th. 

I drove home, occasionally shooting evil looks at the gorgeous Tignanelo handbag sitting in my front seat. I worried that even though I had tried to be a good girl and follow instructions, I was still going to get into trouble for this because I was told to RETURN ALL 4! 

I sulked.......I pouted.......I procrastinated but eventually I knew I'd have to tell Professor. I found him on IM and told him that I had returned the handbags as I was instructed but that the store wouldn't accept the 4th because I'd removed the tags (I was *very* quick to point out that I'd removed them immediately after purchase.....NOT in a sneaky maneuver to keep the bag after being told to return it.) I apologized and then sat & waited.......staring at the screen, holding my breath, preparing for the worst and waiting for the gavel to come crashing down. 

"You've been through hell, you had to send back 3 of them, you did it with very little whining, you seem to understand how you were bad, and you will still be very soundly spanked. You may keep it............it will also be (what I am told is an incredibly "cute") reminder not to break your limit again."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I wont say it is "cute" but you will like it. I'm sorry for violating my limit and I promise I wont do it again. Thank you so much for not being mad and understanding."

"You'll be spanked good and hard and then it wont happen again, young lady. You may not have *liked* having to return them, but you obeyed me like a good girl.....and you didn't whine about it."

"Thank you for letting me keep it, Sir."

"Anything to maintain the "cute" quotient."

:)   HOORAY!!!  :) 

Important Lessons:

#1: Manipulate Dad & Violate Limits  =  BAD GIRL!  =  NO HANDBAGS!!!

#2: Obey Dad & Refrain from Whining  =  GOOD GIRL!  =  1 Super CUTE New Handbag :) 

I swear I'll NEVER whine to my father ever again!!!