In Trouble With Dad (Part #3)

"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.

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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. :)