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.

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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. :)