He's *Always* Here

01/15/2013

So much has been happening in my personal life in the last two months or so. It was hectic before then, but my God how it's picked up. Ughhh. I'm so ready for a break. 'Normalcy' sounds ideal.....and unlikely......but I think I'd settle for just a little down time these days. 

A lot of the things I've been dealing with in my 'real life' are not things I've discussed at depth here on my blog, though a couple things are referenced in related punishments from Nov-present. So I wont go into an inordinate amount of details regarding the things I've been struggling with lately......but there are several things happening at once, some work related, some family issues, etc. And many of these things are difficult emotionally to face. 

I'll be blunt: The last 60 days of my life has been hell. 

My 4 year old son always provides perspective and a bright spot to my days. As do my little, loyal wiener dogs. I have a couple of amazing friends and some great family as well who have been awesome at helping where they can. But this post, is kind of a "thank you" to the one man who is *always* there and never even had to be in the first place. 

Professor and I's relationship would be so much less stressful if we could reside in our D/s roles and world forever.....but we can't and we don't. We both have very 'real' lives, responsibilities, careers, families. At times I worry that I might stress him too much, that I might get far more from our relationship than he does. I've always been a highly guarded girl....I don't trust easy and I don't let people 'in'.....but Professor won his way 'in.' He doesn't simply spank me for our enjoyment......he is also a HUGE support for me in my 'real life.' 

When I need to talk......he listens. When I need career advice......he will give it. When I have parenting questions......he answers them. When I just need to hear his voice......he always answers. When I just want nothing more than a hug and to hide away from the world for a while in his arms......he's more than happy to pull me in close and hold me. 

The man is just phenomenal. A year ago I sought a disciplinarian......nothing more, nothing less. What I found, surprises me even now, a year later. This man has become one of my best friends in the world. His approval means more to me than I could tell you. Disappointing him breaks my heart. He is the closest thing to a father I've ever had. My behavioral compass and mentor. 

When I think about how challenging these last 60 days have been.......I can't imagine how I would have endured it all without his constant, unwavering support. He's simply *always* there. He always makes time for me.....always. He always checks on me.....always. I haven't been the easiest to deal with lately either; more than once my stress has ran over into influencing my attitude and mouth when I've been speaking to him. I've cursed....I've lacked respect.....a couple of "no"s.....once or twice I was downright defiant (health issue).....but he hasn't wavered. He doesn't get intimidated by my abrasive attitude.....he's stands his ground and is just *always* there for me. And I love that. 

I've come to depend on him so much more than I ever dreamed I would ever depend on any other human being. When I look back at our last year together.........there were times that I really needed him........and he was *always* there.......even when I hadn't expressed that need to him, hadn't articulated my thoughts or feelings.......he simply knew and has always been there for me. I can't think of even one instance where I've truly needed this man and he hasn't been right there beside me. Adding the facts that we don't live together, both have separate families, careers, etc.........only makes it more amazing that he has still, some how, *always* been here for me. He has become my anchor in this crazy world and I'll never be able to repay him for all he does for me. 

Thanks Dad.....for *always* being here for me.  :)  You're amazing and I'm incredibly lucky to be your little girl. 

Caught Skipping School (Part #7...After-thoughts)

Finally finished the series of stories from this role play.

My disciplinarian....Professor and I had been planning a double-role play with another brat for some time and my girlfriend Kristina (whom I get in plenty of real life trouble with) was a natural fit. Kristina actually put together this role play......making sure to include offenses similar to real-life things we have driven Professor crazy with (sassing cops, speeding, drinking, etc). So in a way.....though it was a role play.....Professor finally got his shot at Kristina's naughty bottom for all the real naughtiness we have put him through.

This was actually my *first* time being able to role play with Professor at all. We usually get together once or twice a month.....but I'm typically naughty enough that our meetings are used to address real life offenses and are therefor punishment sessions. So this was nice.....playing with him. And as I had long known......he is amazing and very convincing in scene. I enjoyed getting to play with him......a lot. :) The spankings were still hard but I kind of like that when the real emotional baggage & guilt isn't involved.

Perfect way to spend an afternoon....draped across my father's lap, being soundly spanked. :) Ah.....bliss. :)

Kristina and I actually did in deed skip school together quite a bit when we were teenagers. :) So this role play was a piece of cake as far as staying in our roles.

And I can quite confidently say that if I had Professor as my father back then.......*if* Kristina and I *ever* skipped school......it wouldn't have happened more than once......and we sure as hell wouldn't have been hanging out at *my* house if we did. :)

Caught Skipping School (Part #6)

"Next lesson girls. Disrespect for authority........both your being sassy to the cop and your lying to me falls under this category so this will be having a combined and severe lesson. Turn around and look at me now!" Dad instructed firmly. I slowly turned from my corner and cautiously glanced up at my Dad. Kristina turned from her corner and also focused on the agitated paternal frame pacing the floor. 

"My daughter had been raised to respect authority. If we all choose when to show that respect then there is no authority and without authority there is no checks and balance system and this world would be chaos. You challenging and defying authority weakens that authority. My little girl has been raised to understand this. Haven't you, Natalie Lynn?" Dad asked. I quickly answered, "Yes Sir." 

Dad continued to lecture as I focused on him slowly unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeve on his left arm. Seeing this always turns my stomach and catapults my heart into my throat. I knew I was about to get a good, hard whipping and just the thought drew fresh tears to my swollen, green eyes. 

"You were mouthy, sassy, vulgar, disrespectful little brats to that cop. He was doing his job in correcting you. YOU WERE WRONG! And you chose to speak to a campus officer like that??? I work with these people. So just as with your school, now the police I work with every day think I have raised a mouthy and disrespectful little brat with no reverence for authority. It reflects on me as a man and as a father. Have I not raised you better than that, young lady?" He scolded. 

"Yes Daddy, you've raised me a lot better than that. I knew it was wrong, I just didn't think and I didn't care and I'm sorry." I meekly whimpered out to him as his intense brown eyes bore holes straight through me. "DIDN'T CARE??" He barked as he approached me. I closed my eyes tightly, my body jumping at his elevated voice, I *hate* when he yells at me.....it is *very* rare and when he does it, it scares me and makes me cringe. I backed up against the wall and cried as my father stopped directly in front of me. "I'm so sorry Daddy." I apologized. He tilted my head upward and again held my eyes captive, silently chastising me for my naughty behavior as I fought not to turn away. "Care now, little girl?" He practically whispered. I nodded as tears cascaded down my cheeks and managed to audibly get out a "Yes Sir." 

Dad folded his strong arms across his broad chest and began to pace again as he lectured. "You both knew better than to be sassy to that cop. Then you both chose to lie to my face when I caught you red-handed ditching school here. You both fed off of one another during that traffic stop and again here when I confronted you. You both knew better but you fueled one another's naughty impulses and defied authority. I will NOT tolerate that behavior from my daughter or from my niece. Clear?" He asked. "Yes Daddy." I whispered. Kristina adjacent to me quietly offered a, "Yes Sir." 

"Both of you stack the pillows in the center of the bed and lay over them, bottoms raised up nice and high. This is an important lesson and it's going to be a hard one." Dad instructed. I slowly drug my feet over to my bed and slowly did as I was told, praying time would crawl, knowing I was in for a serious whipping. I rearranged the pillows multiple times, trying to stall when Dad snapped his belt next to my ear. I jumped and froze. "Get your ass over those pillows and stop defying me, you're about to get a severe enough strapping, do you want to make it worse?" He asked. I shuddered as he swore and promised a more intense lesson. I quickly started to crawl up on the bed as I replied over my shoulder to him, "No Sir, I'm sorry." 

I layed propped up by the pillows and buried my face into the backs of my hands, waiting for my whipping to begin and knowing this one was going to hurt......a lot!!!

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Four hard strokes of my Daddy's thick, leather belt bit into my tender bottom, criss-crossing on top of the bruises left by the paddlings I'd just received. I gripped the blankets tightly in my balled-up fists and shot my head back sharply inhaling as the sting set it. Dad walked to the other side of the bed and just as quickly laid into Kristina with his belt.

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"Owww." Kristina squealed out. "QUIET! Both of you....you deserve this and you know it. You need to stop thinking about feeling sorry for your bottom when I'm punishing you and instead start thinking about how you will behave appropriately in the future so you don't end up back in this position. Got it?" Dad scolded as he walked back to stand next to me. "Yes Sir." I quickly replied. Kristina immediately followed suit and respectfully replied, "Yes Sir." 

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Daddy whipped me hard. Applying a very quick and harsh dozen searing strokes to my bottom. I kicked my legs furiously against the bed and bit my bottom lip so I wouldn't scream out. My kicking seemed to displease him and he quickly gave me another dozen, even harder and he placed them up and down my tender thighs. 

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I buried my face in the blankets and cried hard. Any time I'm naughty enough that Dad decides I deserve a good whipping.....he makes sure it's a memorable one. I cringe just hearing the word. Seeing him unbutton and slowly roll up the sleeve on his left arm turns my stomach; as does hearing that distinct jingle of the buckle or hissing sound it makes as he pulls it off. Daddy's belt and I have a love-hate relationship......I love to hate it. 

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Daddy strapped Kristina's naughty bottom as she also buried her face in the blankets and squealed. He said nothing, the lecturing was done, now it was simply a matter of driving the lesson home.....and he took that job seriously as he walked from one side of the bed to the other....

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"I will be back. You are to both stay right here, thinking about the lessons you've been taught today. NO TALKING!" Dad ordered as he walked out of my room.

I waited a minute or two until I no longer heard him in the hallway and I turned to my cousin and whispered to her. "That sucked." She shook her head yes and slowly rubbed her sore, bruised bottom. I brushed the tears from my face and whispered again, "I think we are done.....well you are anyway.....I might get another lesson about this later. I'm gonna hurry and get a drink of water....want one?" I offered. Kristina shook her head no, but didn't audibly reply. I giggled.....thinking to myself that she is a big chicken......yes Daddy said not to talk, but it's not like he would know, he wasn't right outside the door or anything......jeez. 

I took my drink and then quickly crawled back up on the bed, back into position with not even a minute to spare before Daddy came back into the room. 

"Any talking while I was gone, girls?" He asked immediately. My heart shot to my throat and I just buried my face in the blankets and pretended not to hear his question. "Kristina Ann.....were you talking?" Dad asked firmly. "No Uncle Nick, I wasn't." She quietly replied. "I see. Was my daughter talking?" He asked quietly.....too quietly. My eyes filled with fresh tears as I lay still, knowing I was in big trouble. Kristina softly spoke, "Yes Sir, she was." Dad sighed audibly and walked toward my dresser. I hid my face in the blankets and froze still, sniffling. 

I felt Daddy's strong, left hand as he ran it down the length of my red hair before grasping it in his hand and tugging my head to the side......forcing me to face him. He knelt down next to me and his dark eyes captured mine as a tear escaped and slowly rolled down my cheek. 

"I believe I told you explicitly to keep your mouth shut, Natalie Lynn. Now my niece, who has no discipline in her life was able to manage to obey me.....but my little girl....my daughter couldn't make it 3 minutes without deliberately disobeying me. Disappointing." He firmly scolded. I *hate* that word and I tried to immediately explain, "Daddy, I'm sorry.....I only said I needed to get my water.....I wasn't trying to disobey you Daddy.....please.....I'm sorry." I whined as I peered up into his steely, agitated gaze. His eyes narrowed at mine before speaking, "To get your water? So you got up too?" Dad asked. My eyes shot down, I was panicking inside, knowing I was only making this worse. Tears spilled down my cheeks at a consistent pace now and I simply shook my head yes. Dad glared at me......even from my peripheral vision, the look was unnerving. I hate when I make my father look at me like that. 

Dad immediately rose to his feet and I saw his paddle in his left hand. My bottom was so incredibly sore after my punishments that I couldn't imagine another paddling. I cried hard and threw my hands back, covering my bottom as I begged, "Daddyyyy pleassseee don't p-p-paddle me again.....p-p-pleassseeee." Dad tapped the paddle against his large, open palm and again gave me a penetrating glare. "I gave you two simple instructions to follow for 3 minutes......YOU CHOSE TO DISOBEY ME AND DID BOTH! MOVE YOUR DAMN HANDS, LITTLE GIRL!" Daddy shouted. My entire body jumped and tensed up as I again cried uncontrollably into the blankets and turned my face away from my angry fathers intense stare. It breaks my heart when he yells at me and I'd just made him do it again. I pulled my hands away from my bottom and brought them up to my face as I laid shaking and crying, my bottom elevated and waiting for Dad to paddle me again. 

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A hard and fast dozen and a half swats rained down on my incredibly tender bottom. Daddy's paddle is absolutely unforgiving. The immediate bite only sinks to a deeper throb. I cried hard and fought to keep my hands from again returning to protect my poor bottom. 

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He focused the last dozen or so to my thighs and sit spots. I squealed out to him, "Owwww, I'm sorrryyy Daddyyyy." I cried so hard I hadn't heard him sit the paddle back down. The bed dipped as he sat down next to me and slowly, firmly rubbed my back as I slowed my crying to gentle sobs. I slowly tilted my head to cautiously look up at his face. He reached out and swiped away a tear from my cheek with his left thumb as he pulled my eyes to his. "You know I don't like to have to paddle you like that....but you know I will if you disobey me, Natalie Lynn.....no more, clear?" Dad spoke softly but very firmly to me as he brushed away another tear. "Yes Sir." I meekly whimpered up to him. After another couple minutes of quiet but intense conversation of the internal kind, as my father again held my eyes captive with his own, he spoke again, "Alright ladies, both of you up....pants up, skirt down and sit down on the desk, let's make sure these lessons have sunk in." I slowly rose to my feet, with my fathers help, my skin stretching tight with every tiny movement. I gingerly lowered my skirt back down over my properly punished bottom, as Kristina raised her jeans just as carefully up over her own sore bottom. 

The next 20 minutes Daddy questioned us about our actions, the lessons he taught us and how we would behave together in the future. Thankfully, we were able to convince him that the lessons had sunk in and we would be good girls from now on. Kristina ended up leaving and Daddy & I spent another hour or so talking. He held me and I sobbed on his chest.....feeling pretty sorry for my poor, abused bottom. I was contrite......and he knew it. But I smiled more than once despite the tender state of my naughty bottom......because it feels pretty darn nice to have a Daddy that cares enough to discipline me when I'm a bad girl.....even if that discipline involved a paddle and his belt. :)

Caught Skipping School (Part #5)

"Kristina Ann, get over here....you're first this time." Dad ordered. I breathed a sign of relief that I would have a few more moments of safety. I listened as Kristina approached my father and I suddenly became very thirsty and chose to speak. 

"Daddy, may I please get my water?" I heard him rise almost immediately and soon saw his shadow as he pressed me to the corner. I closed my eyes tight and held my breath. Daddy spun me around by my shoulders and cupped my chin to draw my gaze to his penetrating stare. I pouted and chewed my bottom lip as he glared at me. 

"When you're being punished, you speak when you're spoken to.....ONLY WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO YOUNG LADY!" My father scolded as he quickly spun me around again and extended his leg, pressing me forward over his thigh and gripping me tightly around the waist. I grabbed hold of his leg and braced for the first swats to land. 

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Ten incredibly swift and harsh swats of his paddle connected with my sore bottom as I whimpered out and squeezed his leg tightly. Hot, salty tears rolling down my cheeks. Daddy stood me upright again and spun me back to the corner without another word being said to me. I stood there pouting and feeling sorry for myself.....continuing to reassure myself that I had the meanest daddy in the whole world.....all I wanted was a drink.....geez. I knew better than to share these thoughts.

"Take a drink and hold it in your mouth Kristina, do NOT swallow it, get over my lap." I heard Dad instruct my cousin. I stole the opportunity to quickly try to rub the sting from my tender bottom. 

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I heard Daddy start to paddle Kristina's bottom with my brush and she whimpered out, slightly muffled by her mouth full of beer. I cringed knowing I was next. 

"You are both 16 years old......not legally old enough to drink. I'm reasonable girls and probably wouldn't see this as too serious an offense.....if you hadn't been skipping school to drink my beer in my house!" Daddy lectured as he peppered her bare bottom with more searing brush swats.

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Kristina sobbed and sniffled. I listened as Daddy sat the brush down on the desk and turned to look over my shoulder to see him drag her off by the upper arm toward the bathroom. "Spit it out." He ordered. She did as she was told and he marched her back to her corner before turning toward me. I quickly turned my face back to the corner as my stomach flip-flopped. My bottom was so sore......I did NOT want another hairbrush paddling. Dad's strong right hand encircled my wrist and he quickly pulled me along behind him to the chair in the middle of the room. He extended his had to me with the can of Bud Light......."Drink, get a big mouthful and don't you swallow it." He instructed. I quickly followed his instructions as he reached out and flung me across his capable lap again. 

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Daddy paddled me hard and fast......smacking the same spots again and again before moving to another. My bottom literally felt as if it were on fire. I whimpered and kicked my legs. I wanted so badly to scream out, but I couldn't with the beer in my mouth. My long, red hair blanketed the carpet beneath me as my tears fell down onto it at a consistent pace. As Daddy began paddling again, I grabbed his ankle and held tightly to it. 

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When Dad finally stopped paddling my bare bottom, I hardly noticed.......my skin was so tight and stung like crazy. Daddy scooped me up and marched me to the bathroom, tipping me over the sink as he barked out, "Spit, now." I spit the beer out and again cautiously peered up at my father, pouting, crying and hoping for a hug. He narrowed his eyes at me as he marched me back to the corner. He knew what I was doing and as much as he loves me, he wont let me manipulate him during a punishment.....he knows all of my little tricks and cuts em off at the pass every single time. 

"No more drinking my beer in my house. Clear?" Dad warned. Almost in unison both Kristina and I meekly offered a, "Yes Sir." 

Again, I wanted my water, and again I didn't think before opening my big mouth. 

"Daddy, can I have my water now please?" I asked as Kristina giggled from the other corner, obviously realizing how stupid my choice was. Dad sighed audibly and it made me cringe. He approached me as I stood hiding in the corner. He reached forward and swept the flowing red hair from my shoulder as he leaned into speak into my ear. It sent chills up my spine as he quietly spoke. "I believe I have already warned you about speaking when you're not spoken to little girl. Now you're making me repeat myself?? You know better!" Dad scolded as he spun me around to again face him. I kept my eyes focused on my feet......I did not want to see the look on his face. He quickly tugged my hair to raise my face to his and fresh tears began to fill my eyes as I saw the disappointment spread across his face. I know better.....these rules are not new to me.....when i'm punished, I am to speak only when he speaks to me, answer with simply a yes or no sir and only elaborate if he asks for it. It's been this way since I was a little girl.....for some reason today, maybe having my cousin here made me more brazen, but whatever the reason, I had now broken this rule twice and my father was NOT pleased with my lack of discipline. 

"Put your hands on the wall, bottom out now!" Dad barked. I quickly grabbed my bottom and backed up against the wall, knowing if Dad was putting me in this position it was to get a full swing. I whimpered out and begged up to him. "Daddy please no. I'm sorry, I only wanted a drink, I'm sorry, I'll stop. Please Daddy don't paddle me again." Tears freely rolled down my cheeks as I searched my fathers face for softening. He again narrowed his eyes at me and immediately stepped forward, grabbing hold of me and putting me in position himself......never a good idea! 

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"Owww.....Daddyyyyyy I'm sorryyyyyyy." I squealed out as my hand instinctively shot back to cover my blazing bottom. This is also a big no-no and it immediately annoyed my father. He quickly snatched my hand from my bottom and pinned it to my lower back as he paddled harder......landing several swats on my thighs as I danced around and squealed and cried. 


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"Ouchhhiiieeee......pleassseeeee Daddyyyyyy." I begged as I choked on my sobs. Dad quickly uprighted me again and spun me to face him. The look on his face was pure irritation and it made me cry harder. "Speak one more time little girl and this paddle will be the least of your concerns. Do you understand me?" He warned in his quiet but firm tone of voice. The tone alone made my stomach turn......Dad was beyond serious and beyond upset with me. I quickly nodded my head and meekly answered up to him, "Yes Sir. Daddy I'm so sorryyyy." He glanced at me for another minute, gauging the sincerity of my apology before placing me back in my corner. My bottom was absolutely on fire. Every movement seemed to stretch the skin even tighter and I stood sobbing facing my corner. 

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Caught Skipping School (Part #4)

"Come here, young ladies." Dad instructed. I turned from the corner and slowly approached my father, full pout on display. Kristina slunk over from her corner to stand beside me in front of my Dad. 

"So as I sat in my office this morning returning emails, one of our campus officers came in and told me he had stopped my little girl and her friend speeding across campus and that you were brats to him. I assured him he must be mistaken, because my little girl was in school. He insisted it was you so I called the school; only to be told my girl was not there today. I drove over to the high school and went into the main office, where I was met with these." Dad explained as he laid out each of the 6 notes on the desk. 

"So, not only today did you ditch class, but apparently this has become quite a regular occurrence in these last several weeks. Am I right?" He asked. I quietly nodded my head yes and stood looking down at my feet. 

"Look at me, Natalie Lynn." Dad instructed. I slowly raised my eyes to meet with his firm, steely gaze. My stomach was in knots as I stood on my shaking legs, hesitantly looking up at my very angry Daddy. I started to nervously chew the corner of my bottom lip as I fought the urge to turn away from his determined, intimidating glare. 

"When your principal handed me these notes.....I was stunned." He started, I lowered my eyes but he immediately caught my chin and raised my face to his again. 

"As I read through each one, I just shook my head in disbelief. Not only is my little girl choosing to skip school, but she was doing it by using my authority and my signature. Do you realize how that made me look? Like I've raised a dishonest girl....a disrespectful and deceitful little girl who is so out of control that she will use whatever means necessary to get her way. In this case, forging her fathers signature to get out of class. It appears to the administrators at your school that I've clearly not done my job in raising you right. You cared about nothing else but getting your way.....forging my signature to do it.....using excuses such as your grandmother died??? You lied to them and to me by omission. I now look like an idiot who raises out of control brats. I can not tell you how much this disappoints me." Dad lectured. 

I hung my head and tried to hold back the tears that were filling my eyes. 

"Daddy I'm sorry. Please don't be disappointed in me, please?" I apologized as I pouted. I *hate* disappointing my father; his approval means the world to me and I hate letting him down. 

"Uncle Nick, we never meant to make you look bad because we didn't think we would get caught. And saying Grandma died as an excuse was kind of mean but we knew it would work better than saying her goldfish died." Kristina giggled. 

"Enough with the excuses, Kristina Ann." Dad snapped as he grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, pinning her to his thigh and tipping her forward as he applied a dozen harsh swats to her bare bottom. 

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"Owww." Kristina whimpered as I stood quietly, not wanting to risk the same treatment. 

"Your clever excuses are further attempts at manipulation, young lady and I wont tolerate it. Clear?" Dad scolded. "Yes Sir, I'm sorry." Kristina contritely apologized as she stood pouting next to me. 

"Though ridiculous......you made an important point in your excuse Kristina. You said you didn't think you would get caught. Your parents may not care enough to check on you, but Natalie will always get caught.....always. I love my children enough to pay attention and check on them. And Natalie knows better than to hide things and lie to me. I was tipped off today, but had I not been, she would have come to her senses eventually and confessed. You two didn't think.......period. You didn't think you'd get caught. You didn't think about how important the classes you were ditching could have been. You didn't think about how your actions would reflect on me or even yourselves for that matter. You simply didn't think. Am I right?" Dad lectured.

"No Uncle Nick, I guess we didn't." Kristina replied. I slowly peered up at my Dad, searching his dark eyes for reassurance as I spoke. "No Sir, we didn't think about any of that. Daddy I never would have intentionally made you look bad, I swear I wouldn't have." I explained. 

"I know you wouldn't have, Natalie.....if I thought you meant to do this and thought through all of the consequences and chose to do it anyway....that would be far worse. I know you didn't think it all through.....that's why children have parents.....it's my job to see around those corners to protect you when you don't think things through......and it's my job to teach you to think and punish you when you don't. Clear?" Dad asked as his eyes held mine captive. I sniffled slightly as I replied, "Yes Sir."

"Now, Kristina, since you didn't forge these notes, you may stand over here and watch while I punish my daughter for her ignorant and dishonest choice. I hope the days the two of you ditched were a lot of fun.......because now, Natalie Lynn, you're going to pay for that choice......bend over the back of the chair and place your hands flat on the cushion. You will not be missing classes again.....I don't care if I have to accompany you to every single one of them.....you're done skipping school, little girl......and you are done forging my signature!" He scolded as he took me by the wrist and led me to the chair. 

I slowly bent over the back of the chair and braced for my spanking. I could see Kristina out of the corner of my eye, watching intently. Dad slapped down the notes in front of me. I looked down at them and wished I could take it back......but I couldn't and now I was going to have to pay for that stupid choice. 

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"Ouch! Owww." I squealed as I instinctively tried to raise up. Dad's strong right hand pressed against the small of my back, holding me firmly in place. 

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I struggled to stay in position and fought the urge to reach back and protect my poor bottom and thighs from Daddy's assault. Kristina shifted from foot to foot in my peripheral vision, pouting but relieved that it was my bottom that was Dad's target and not hers.

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"Owww Daddyyyyy pleassseeeee." I cried out. Again and again Dad connected that awful wooden spoon with my bottom and thighs. 

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My tears fell down onto the forged notes in front of my face as Daddy paddled me hard. He was using a heavy wooden serving spoon.....bigger than a typical wooden spoon and oh my goodness how that thing stung. Daddy swatted the same spot two or three times back to back before moving to another. The burn was incredible and I wanted so badly to jump up but Dad's hand pressed to my back reminded me to stay in position, as difficult as it was. He turned his attention to my sit spots and my thighs......up one thigh and down the other.......hard, heavy and rapid swats peppering my sensitive thighs.

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"I'm sorryyyyy Daddyyyyy......Owwwww......pleaseeeee stop.....Daddyyyy it hurtssss." I squealed as I threw my hand back to cover my tender thighs from his punishing swats. 

"It is supposed to hurt, Natalie Lynn! You know better! YOU FORGED MY SIGNATURE AND YOU LIED TO ME!" Dad shouted as he snatched my hand away from my burning bottom and quickly pinned it to my lower back. I closed my eyes tightly and jumped when he raised his voice at me and then just hung my head and cried as he paddled me again. 

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I cried hard as Dad continued to spank me. Kristina shifted from foot to foot and sniffled, clearly feeling sorry for me. Dad had my hand pinned to my lower back as he spanked me and I wrapped my thumb and index finger around his fingers and held tightly to him as I cried down onto the forged notes.

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"Stand up and look at me, young lady." Daddy instructed. I was still crying hard as I stood up and cautiously looked up at my father. "Are you EVER going to forge my signature again, Natalie Lynn?" He asked as his penetrating stare made it difficult for me not to retract my eyes in an effort to escape his. I sniffled and answered, my voice shaking as I spoke, "No Sirrrr. I'm sorryyyy." 

"Tear them up, throw them away and both of you get your butts back in those corners NOW! Time for lesson 3.......drinking MY beer in MY house!!!" Dad snapped. I quickly jumped to tear up and discard the forged notes, tears still rolling down my cheeks. Kristina scurried off to her corner as I threw away the pieces of paper. I glanced up at Daddy, wanting him to pull me into his arms and hug me. I stood still, crying and hesitantly looking up at him, hoping to inspire leniency. When Dad turned from the desk and saw me still standing there and not in my corner......leniency was not on his agenda.

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He quickly grabbed me by the shoulder and landed a half dozen searing swats to my thighs with his heavy hand. "Ouchhh Daddyyy pleasseeeee." I cried out as he marched me to my corner, swatting again.

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"I told you to get back in that corner, little girl and I meant it!" He scolded as he pushed me to the corner. I stood there crying and looking down at the floor as I waited for lesson 3 to begin and felt sorry for myself.

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