Exceeded Limits & Communication Mishaps (Pt. 2)

01/04/2013

"Come over her to me now, young lady." He ordered at me from across the room. I slowly shuffled from the corner I'd been facing over to stand directly before him as he sat at his desk reviewing my punishment list. My stomach was in knots and I again fidgeted nervously with my hands. "Hands at your side Lynn; do you need a reminder of how to behave during a punishment before we even get to these offenses little girl?" He admonished. I quickly dropped my arms down to my sides and managed to briefly hold eye contact as I answered meekly, "No Sir." 

He stood up from his seat and walked around the desk, stopping inches from me and he took a handful of my long, red hair into his fist and pulled raising my eyes to his again. "Am I unreasonable as your disciplinarian?" He asked. I was taken aback by the notion and quickly answered, "Um no." His grip in my hair tightened immediately and I quickly corrected my error; "I'm sorry. No Sir." He seemed pleased that I'd caught the slip myself......he has raised me well. :) "Do I micromanage your life? Do you have many rules at all?" Again, I peered up at him puzzled but answered, "No Sir." 

"I see. So I'm a rational and understanding man who sets high expectations for my little girl but I don't bombard you with meaningless rules and regulations. So when I actually do choose to make something a rule or mandate young lady, I do it because it has become a serious discipline related issue. I put a lot of thought and effort into raising you, Natalie Lynn because my daughter will become self disciplined and lead a happy and successful life." He scolded.

I lowered my eyes again, he has absolutely gorgeous eyes......deep chocolate brown full of depth and expression. I love his eyes.......until I see *that* look.......then I just wanna run and hide cuz I know my ass is his. 

"Look at me NOW!" He raised his voice to emphasize the last word. I jumped like I do every time he raises his voice at me. My emerald green eyes found their way back up to his. A stray tear escaped my right eye and I quickly tried to brush it off before he saw it but I knew he had seen it. I hate to disappoint my Daddy. 

"Why did you do it, Natalie? Why didn't you just call and ask permission? I want to make you happy and actually, had you been a good girl and asked if you could exceed your limit on handbag purchases, I probably would have let you do it. Why didn't you ask me?" He questioned. I hesitantly peered up at him as I softly spoke, "I saw the sale was buy one get one 30% off but they had to be the same designer and I'd fallen in love with a Tignanelo and a Jimmy Choo, Daddy so in order to get the benefit of the sale I had to then buy two more handbags from the same designers. I knew you'd probably agree to one extra since I've been a good girl but I knew asking to spend $3000 on purses in a day was going to get me a resounding N-O." 

"You've not ever violated this rule before Natalie. It surprised me. I made you return two of the bags and you did that but I also considered making you buy and use a Wal-Mart purse for a month. You chose not to trust me, Natalie....do you see that? You were certain you'd get a 'no' so you didn't even give me the chance to do my job, you bypassed it, ignored me and deliberately disobeyed a rule you know you need. And since you didn't ask, we will never know if it would have been a yes or no.......however, I will teach you right now what happens when my daughter intentionally disobeys me." He had barely finished speaking when he encircled my wrist in his large right hand as he drug me along behind him to the chair he placed in the middle of the room. 

He sat down and quickly flipped me down across his lap. His fingertips slid between my satin panties and my skin and in one quick, fluid motion he had my panties tangled at my ankles and he began peppering my upper thighs and sit spots with a hairbrush. No warmup by hand or anything.......right to that damn brush and oh boy howdy did it get my attention rather quickly!

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He focused every punishing swat on my tender thighs. I was squealing and kicking my legs in futile protest as he spanked. I felt the brush rest on my lower back and breathed a sigh of momentary relief. 

"Which of us makes the rules in this relationship, young lady?" He asked. I sniffled and replied back at him, "You do, Sir." He nodded his head and then added, "Yes I suppose I do.....until my daughter thinks defiance is a fun game to play because she may not like an answer so she simply makes her own damn rules and breaks mine, right?" He barked harshly at me.

Before I could ever reply, that brush was falling again and again on my upturned bared bottom and thighs. He was paddling fast and furiously. I was openly crying by now and trying to squirm away from him. 


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And again he laid the brush on the small of my back. His large left hand softly caressing my aching skin. When he mixes harsh, unforgiving swats with gentle and soft touches it dips me straight into sub space. I love his touch.....better than sex. He spaced his legs further apart, now raising my poor abused bottom even higher, making sure I lost all footing and my legs simply dangled now as I lay completely helpless draped across my very determined Daddy's knee for a hard lesson in obedience. 


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I squealed out to him from over my shoulder, "Daddy pleaseee. I'm sorryyyyy." He didn't miss a beat, just kept on lighting that fire on my burning bottom and replied, "Nope, not yet, but you will be by the time I'm done with you little girl." 

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Again and again that brush found its mark on my bottom or thighs. He would concentrate a half dozen extremely hard swats to each sit spot every few moments to ensure I was getting the message. I knew better than to put my hands in the way to protect my bottom.......I've done it once and oh buddy let me tell you, it is not approved of in this relationship. So I instead grabbed hold of my Daddy's ankle with my left hand and just held tightly to him, blubbering out apology after apology as he continued his assault on my incredibly sore bottom.

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"Now, back to that corner, Lynn." He ordered as suddenly as he had stopped paddling me. My breathing was ragged and my hair a disheveled mess sticking to my tear streaked face as I stumbled up from the OTK position with the help of one very solid and strong arm. I cautiously glanced up at Daddy, I needed a hug........I knew I Was bad and still had more to be punished for but I needed my Daddy to hug me........when he starts off a session harsh like that it tends to make me emotionally needy I guess and I need the reassurance. He recognized the look on my face and knew very well what I wanted.........but like any good father, he kept his focus on the task at hand.......teaching his very naughty daughter some much needed lessons the good old fashioned way. 

"NOW!" He shouted. I cried and scurried off to the corner; knowing better than to press my luck anymore. I gently began to trace my fingertips across my tender sit spots, freshly paddled and absolutely on fire. I heard Dad moving around the room but couldn't make out what he was doing until it was too late.......his shadow appeared on the wall right next to mine and in his left hand was his heavy paddle (used for misconduct during punishments).......I knew I was gonna get it.

I quickly spun in a last ditch effort to save myself, still crying and pouting as best as I could. "Daddy please no please......I'm sorry Sir, I wont rub again,. Please Daddy?" I sniffled and looked up at him begging with my eyes. He simply spun me back around and then wrapped his right arm around my waist, kicked his leg out pressing me over his thigh and then used his left hand to deliver a dozen and a half searing paddle strokes as I squealed out my remorse.

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Then just as quickly he righted me up and pressed me back to the corner, my bottom blazing and my heart racing knowing we still had more lessons today to be taught to one very naughty irish girl by her very determined and resolved Daddy.

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