01/04/2013
I laid over Daddy's lap for another several minutes as his strong, left hand slowly skimmed the bruised and incredibly sore surface of my bottom and thighs. He would knead firmly one minute and then barely trace the oval markings from the bath brush the next minute. Though every little touch caused me to flinch, I held perfectly still, relishing in his tough and dreading my last punishment of the day.
"Natalie." He spoke softly to me. I tilted my head back to gaze at him over my shoulder. "Yes, Sir?" I questioned submissively. "You understand what that spanking was for, don't you? I know I told you beforehand, but I need to know that you know I am not at all upset with anything at all you said to that man outside of the courtroom. Do you?"
I studied his eyes for a minute before answering. "Yes, Sir. I know what I said to him out of the court house was fine. And I know why I got spanked for not holding my tongue inside the courthouse. There's a time and place for everything and you've raised me better than to curse at a judge, Daddy. And my outburst put focus on that instead of the real issue.....the murderer. I diluted right and I deserved to be punished for that. I'm sorry Daddy."
He smiled down at me, clearly pleased that his lessons have been taken to heart. "Good girl.....up you go." He replied as he helped me to my feet. I began to walk off back toward the corner, but Dad grabbed me by my upper arm, stopping me in my tracks. I hesitantly peered up at him through my disheveled hair, questioning with my eyes but verbally saying nothing.
"Last lesson.....and there will be no break between the last and this coming one. Stand in front of my desk, young lady." Dad demanded.
I slowly walked over to stand before his desk, my hands at my sides, my stomach in knots. Daddy sat down across the desk from where I stood. He perched his chin atop his fingertips and glared at me. No words spoken, but a very deep conversation transpiring between the two of us. I wanted to turn away so very badly. His eyes are penetrating when I've displeased him and the displeasure on his face would be evident to a blind man. The silence was deafening, except for the sound of my own heartbeat. Palpable. Paralyzing.
Dad very quietly mouthed just two words to me, "Say it." I blinked back my tears and just shook my head no. Again, barely audibly he repeated himself, "say it." I couldn't bring myself to do it. I knew I was getting in more and more trouble by the second, every time I told him no I was adding to the severity of my spanking, but I simply couldn't do it. He stood up from the desk, causing an instinctive jump in my body. He leaned forward, his fists balled on the desk, his body leaning on his strong arms as he leaned closer to me and once again mouthed the words, "say it." I again shook my head no but this time lowered my eyes, unable to stand his intense glare any longer.
"NOW!" He barked as I again, visibly jumped. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to plead with him, "Daddy please. I can't. Please just spank me, please." His voice was quiet but intense as he replied, "I have now given you an order three times that you've disobeyed. I promise you do not want to see my reaction if you make it a fourth. Now, say it, Natalie Lynn!"
I cringed. Internally torn. If I obey him now, I have to repeat that horrible, awful, disrespectful statement to his face......something I could never imagine doing. But if I refused, I was deliberately defying him. Tears slowly made their way down my cheeks as I peered up at him, pleading with my eyes for mercy.
"You had no issue texting it to me, little girl......and though that time was an error in recipient.......you told your sister to text it to me from you just a day later. You INTENTIONALLY thought it would be okay to say it to me in text, so why not now? Is it not amusing now that I'm 3 feet away from you? Did you think I'd forget? Let it slide because you were moody? SAY IT NOW!" He shouted.
I again lowered my eyes in a silent offering of my submission to him as I very quietly whispered up to him, "shut the fuck up." Tears flowed freely down my face as I watched helplessly as my father's legs came out from behind the desk and toward me. His left hand cupping my chin and lifting my face so we were again eye to eye. "Daddy I'm so sorry." He pressed his finger to my lip and commanded, "Say it again.....louder." I wanted to crawl under a rock. I took a deep breath and repeated a second time, "shut the fuck up."
The look on his face is one I will never forget. I wanted to beg him to just slap me across the face.....put soap in my mouth.....beat my ass.......anything but look at me like this. It breaks my heart to see that combination of displeasure, anger and disgust on his face. I felt 2 inches tall and continued to cry as he simply looked into my eyes.
"I will NEVER hear or read those words out of your mouth again. I don't give a damn what your mood is Natalie Lynn. I am your father and I deserve your respect. You knew better when you said it, but you said it anyway. I promise, you will not ever again speak like that to me, do you understand me young lady?" He scolded. I nodded my head yes and spoke softly through my tears, "Yes Sir. I am so very sorry Daddy. I swear I didn't mean it. I'm so so sorry, Sir. Please just punish me. Please. I'm so sorry." I cried up to him.
"He again encircled my wrist in his hand, his tightened grip leaving no doubt in my mind as to how upset with me he was. "Oh you'll be punished, that I can assure you." He warned as he sat on the wooden chair and pulled me down over his lap. I immediately grabbed hold of his ankle as he spaced his legs far enough apart that my feet dangled helplessly off the floor and my long, red hair carpeted the floor beneath my face.
"Shut the fuck up huh? Shut the fuck up? I'm not raising a lady but I sure as hell am not raising some gutter-mouthed piece of garbage. My little girl will be disciplined, polite, respectful......and she sure as hell will NOT be swearing at her father. Got it?" He lectured. I held tightly to his ankle, crying and replied back to him, "Yes Sir."
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Daddy began harshly paddling my bare, tender bottom hard with a solid, wooden implement. I knew it wasn't my hairbrush....too light. I knew it wasn't our bath brush......again, too light. It wasn't his heavy paddle......not large enough......but OMG did it sting just as much as that damn paddle.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
I fought to remain still, I knew I more than deserved this spanking but oh how that thing stung and Daddy certainly wasn't taking it easy on me. He paddled hard and he paddled fast. My dangling legs began to instinctively kick so I quickly crossed my ankles to keep them still because I wanted this punishment.....I more than needed or deserved it......I wanted it. I was so angry at myself for being so blatantly disrespectful to my father. I needed to feel his displeasure.....I needed to endure this pain.....I wanted this spanking.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Several dozen punishing swats later and Dad began to focus on my tender sit spots and my upper thighs. I squealed out and cried openly but held tightly to his ankle and desperately fought not to kick my legs, not that it would have mattered, he could have simply put his leg over the tops of mine to hold me in a leg lock.......but that wasn't necessary, I was going to be a good girl and submit entirely to this spanking.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Daddyyy I'm sooo sorrryyyyyy." I cried out to him.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"I know you're sorry, little girl. My job is to make certain you're sorrier." He said with determination clinging to his every word.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
And sorrier I was. By the time Daddy laid down that damn implement my bottom and thighs felt as if they were literally on fire. Even his touch was unbearable and brought about more tears. I laid draped across his lap, completely spent and crying my little eyes out. After several minutes of slowly and softly massaging my bottom, rubbing my back and running his fingers through my hair......he slowly helped me to stand.
I wanted to rub my tender skin but as soon as I was upright and on my feet in front of him again, Dad reached forward and pulled me to him, sitting me down on his lap in that chair as he held me close. I cried and cried on his shoulder and clung tightly to his chest, my fist balled in his perfectly pressed shirt. He held me tight to him, his hand running down the length of my hair as the other held me close to him.
"Daddy I'm so sorry. I never should have said it and I'm so very sorry." I cried to him, still sobbing on his chest. "I know you were sorry the minute you said it, but you still had to be punished for that decision." He replied. "Thank you." I whimpered up at him as he firmly patted my incredibly sore bottom. "You're welcome and you're forgiven. We are okay.....better than okay.....we are perfect and you don't need to be upset at yourself any longer. Clear?" He smiled down at me as I glanced up to meet his gaze. His eyes had again changed from the dark, cold, grim look they take on during a scene back into the warm and inviting, chocolate brown, expressive eyes I love to look into. I smiled through my tears and replied, "Yes Sir."
Daddy held me on his lap another 15 minutes or so and my crying slowed to sobs then sniffles as I was soothed by the rhythmic beat of his heart. Once again his good little girl, once again forgiven with a clean slate, once again completely content to just be *His* girl. All was right in my little world and the smile on Daddy's face told me again, that all was right in his world as well as he rocked his contrite, properly punished little girl.
Brat or not.....I am *His*.......He is *Mine*.........and I have never felt the safety, security & love that I feel in his arms. This man rocks my world. ;)
No comments:
Post a Comment