Finally Held Accountable

05/24/2013

I finished blow drying my hair and walked out of the bathroom, glancing at the clock.....9:45 am. Dad said he would be coming to "discuss" my recent offenses at 10 am. My phone beeped: low battery. I looked in my purse, on the desk, in my implement bag.....no charger. "Damn it." I thought aloud. I picked up the phone and dialed Dad's room number; I knew he had an Android too. 

"Hello." He answered. 

"Daddy can you bring your charger with you please? My cell is almost dead and I can't find mine." I asked.

"I'll be there in ten minutes, young lady." He replied before hanging up.

Just his voice made me anxious. He hadn't punished me in almost 5 months! He did spank me last night, but just because. And now.....just his tone of voice on the phone was firm and all business.....I wasn't certain I was ready for the accompanying look on his face. My stomach was in knots as I paced the room, mindlessly twirling my long red hair around my fingers. 

Then I heard it, he was knocking on the door. I froze and stared at the door. I knew I'd given him a key the night before. He must have realized this at the same time I did because I heard the lock disengage as the key card unlocked the door. I stood still staring at the door, chewing the corner of my bottom lip. He walked in and the door closed behind him, audibly sighing before he spoke, "Go change your shirt....NOW." I bit my bottom lip so I wouldn't giggle aloud, I knew better. I was wearing a t-shirt that said: "Rule #1: I'm Always Right. Rule #2: If You Think I'm Wrong, Refer to Rule #1." :) Apparently Daddy's sense of humor and mine differed this morning. 

I ran into the bathroom, laughing at myself while simultaneously questioning my bold decision. I changed quickly and folded the t-shirt up, throwing it on top of the towel rack before I walked back into the room. I looked up at my father and for the first time this morning, his eyes engaged mine...my breath hitched in the back of my throat and I stood frozen staring at him as he quietly approached. 

"Better." He said as he extended his left hand, offering me his charger. I took it and smiled softly as I turned to plug my phone in. "Thank you, Sir." 

I left my phone charging on the desk and slowly turned to face my father, nervously fidgeting with my fingers. His eyes locked onto mine and without saying a word, he slowly approached me. My stomach began to turn with nervous anxiety. Dad reached around me to grab my punishment list from the desk and held it up to my face. I glanced at it quickly and then lowered my eyes.....I didn't need to read each offense, I already had them each playing over in my head. 

"It's been months since I've punished you, Natalie Lynn. Overall, I was pleased with your behavior in the extended absence. But there were incidents we need to discuss that are on this list. Aren't there?" He asked. I softly replied, "Yes Sir." I began to nervously chew the corner of my bottom lip, still looking down, until Daddy tucked his hand under my chin and raised my face to his. "Look at me when I speak to you, young lady. How do I punish my little girl when she has offenses on this list?" He asked, his eyes holding my own captive. I could literally feel the heat in my face as I began to blush while replying to him, "You um, you s-s-spank me, Sir." Just saying that out loud always makes me blush like crazy. "Yes, I spank my daughter when she misbehaves. Go put your nose in the corner." He directed and I scooted off to the corner, thankful to be out from under his intense gaze momentarily. 

As I stood there facing the corner, my mind was in a free fall and my stomach flip flopped. I hadn't been punished for 5 months now. I knew my bottom would be even more sensitive.....even Daddy hand spanking me just because last night during our hockey game had stung......this punishment was definitely going to hurt. 

"Come here young lady." Daddy directed. I slowly turned from the corner to see him seated in a straight back chair in the middle of the room. I approached, my eyes somehow stuck on his.....and as I stopped to his left side, I continued to maintain that eye contact. His eyes were intense, set in a grim resolve but I couldn't turn away. "Pants down, over my lap little girl." He instructed. I fumbled with the button on my capris and slowly slid them down, leaving them bunched at my knees. Dad reached forward, wrapping my wrist in his right hand and pulling me down over his lap. 

I was staring at the floor, my red hair blanketing the carpet; Dad's strong left hand was resting against my pantied bottom. "When my little girl is naughty, how do I spank her?" He asked. I began to blush furiously again as I quietly answered back over my shoulder, "You s-p-pank me hard, Sir on my b-b-bare b-bottom." The butterflies in my stomach seemed to dance about as his knees pressed firmly against my torso. 

"This first lesson happens to be a repeat.....and we both know how much I love repeating myself, young lady. You twice AGAIN were disrespectful in court. We've been over this many times.....I don't necessarily believe every authority member deserves your respect, but my little girl will show respect for the position of authority regardless because she knows it is what I expect. Clear?" He scolded. "Yes Sir." I replied simply. Dad's fingers slid between the waistband of my panties and my skin and he slowly pulled them down to my knees. Any time my Dom lowers my panties himself, instead of ordering me to do it, it just adds another aspect of vulnerability and helplessness. My senses were heightened and every nerve ending in my body was alert......it had been 5 months since I was last punished by my Daddy, and I seemed to be getting lost in this moment with him, soon to be punished.......hard!

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Daddy's large, left hand connected again and again with my bared bottom. I crossed my ankles to avoid kicking or squirming. His hand stung my flesh again and again......he made sure to pay particularly close attention to the sensitive area where my bottom & thighs meet.....my "sit spots"......he spanked briskly and with purpose behind each stinging slap of his hand.

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I struggled to stay still as he spanked my pinkening skin. He didn't scold me, he didn't have to, he simply let his actions convey his displeasure. After several minutes of hard hand spanking, he stopped. His firm hand now kneading my skin. I love when he combines harsh spanking with soft caressing.....it quickly drops me into subspace. Daddy ran his fingertips along my tender thighs, and I closed my eyes savoring his touch. 

"Your bottom is already hot." He said, seemingly pleased with himself. "I know....I haven't been spanked in over 5 months, Dad." I spoke softly back to him. "5 months is far too long for my little girl, isn't it?" He asked, his hand skimming across my still stinging bottom. "Yes, Sir." I responded as I smiled, still lost in his touch, probably loving this more than I should have been knowing it was a punishment. 

Dad quickly spaced his feet further apart, hoisting me up higher, my feet unable to reach the floor, my legs dangling helplessly from his lap. I whimpered slightly, feeling the unease of helplessness setting in, draped across my Daddy's knees unable to reach the floor to brace myself for the upcoming swats. 

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My breath hitched in the back of my throat, my legs instinctively kicking behind me. Daddy was paddling my bottom with my hairbrush. The brush isn't overly large, not like our bathbrush, it's just a typical sized hairbrush, solid oak wood and it packs an amazing punch that always seems to take my breath away. 

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"Owwwieee." I squealed as I grabbed Dad's ankle in my hand to prevent me from reaching back to cover my bottom. Dad rested the hairbrush on the small of my back as he again firmly kneaded my skin. Before I had even caught my breath, he set about paddling me again, this time focusing his harsh swatting on my sit spots and mid-way down my tender thighs as I kicked and squirmed. 

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"I understand that respect has to be earned so I don't mandate that you respect anyone.....BUT Natalie Lynn, my daughter will show respect for the position of authority regardless of what she thinks of the person in that position. Clear?" Daddy lectured. I sniffled and quickly answered back to him, "Yes Sir. Crystal clear." 

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That hairbrush fell again and again, crisp & harsh swats covering every inch of my upturned bottom and thighs as I whimpered out my distress. I lay limp across Daddy's knees, no longer kicking or squirming to escape. I just held tightly to his ankle and concentrated on the growing burn in my naughty bottom. I saw the brush fall to the floor, and Daddy began to lift me from his lap. I slowly stood in front of him, my jeans & panties still tangled at my knees, my bottom on fire, my hair a disheveled mess, my hands clasped tightly in front of me so I wouldn't make the mistake of rubbing my punished bottom. Daddy held my eyes hostage for a few moments, not saying a word before rising to his feet and walking me across the room, his strong hand on the small of my back quietly but firmly guiding me to my corner. 

My bottom and thighs still stung but I fought to keep my hands away from them. After a minute or two, I almost reached back to rub my bottom, but caught myself. Not wanting to be paddled, I decided to interlock my fingers on the back of my head, placing my elbows on the wall as Daddy likes me to do while reflecting in the corner. 

"Stack the pillows in the center of the bed and lay over them.....I want your bottom nice and high for this whipping, clear?" Dad demanded in a very deep, all-business tone of voice. My heart began to race as I turned from the corner and did as I was instructed, answering with a quiet "yes Sir." I crawled up onto the bed, positioning my bottom and thighs up over the stacked pillows, raising them to the perfect position for a whipping. 

"We have also addressed this next offense a couple times. You are NOT Wonder Woman. You can not simply choose to ignore medical advice or directions when they're clearly warranted, Natalie Lynn. You completely ignored some very critical advice, putting not only yourself in serious danger, but others in danger as well....including your son. Am I right?" He scolded, his voice hinting at his disdain and irritation. I rested my head on the backs of my arms, my long red hair cascading across my face effectively hiding me from his eyes as I answered, "Yes Sir. I didn't think, Daddy. I never would have made the choice I made if I would have stopped to think about it, I swear." 

Dad paced from one side of the room to the other, sighing audibly before replying, "I know you wouldn't intentionally put your child in harm's way, but you DID! Not only did you ignore the medical advice, but you also blatantly ignored my mandate that you stay put, recover & come home. You disobeyed me....intentionally.....sending me smart-ass instant messages BEFORE doing what you knew I had forbidden. You defied me and mocked me immediately before doing it! Do you get that?" He snapped. I sniffled, I knew he was right, I meekly replied, "Yes Sir. I'm so sorry."

The bed dipped down as Dad sat next to me, he began to slowly apply vitamin E oil to my reddened bottom and thighs. This has the same effect as being strapped on a wet bottom.....the sting is even more intense to moist skin. "I know you're sorry and I believe you but you're going to be punished for all of those things: ignoring medical advice, disobeying me, risking your safety, risking harm to others and defying me while mocking me about it. Got it?" He asked as he worked the oil into my skin. "Yes Sir." I answered back to him from over my shoulder. 

"This is going to be a very hard lesson, Natalie Lynn. Some aspects of the offense are repeats.....which increases the severity. You more than deserve this punishment and you know it. I know you've struggled with the guilt from this offense for 2 months now. We've discussed this incident many times and you know you were wrong.....but now it's time to pay for those mistakes so we can move on. Don't you dare get out of position or put your hands back to cover your bottom......this is going to be a very severe whipping and you deserve every single swat you're going to get. Understand me, young lady?" He lectured and warned. 

My stomach sank, I knew he was right & I certainly did deserve this punishment, but any time Daddy says I'm going to get a severe whipping.....he means just that.....and I was scared. Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I tilted my head to the side to speak, "Yes Sir, I understand." I laid still and listened to the sound as Daddy unbuckled his belt from his waist. Inside I was full of nervous panic, I knew this was going to hurt.....a lot.......and I was scared.......guilt-ridden but scared none the less. I'm not allowed to speak when I am being punished unless I am asked a question, but I couldn't stop myself this time......I was just scared.......and I cautiously addressed my Dom as he was folding his belt over, "Daddy...." I paused, practically choking on my sobs. The belt fell to the bed beside me and the bed dipped down again as Dad sat next to my trembling body. I slowly tilted my head to the side and spoke again, "D-D-Daddy I'm so s-s-sorry." 

Dad reached forward, entwining his left hand in my flowing hair and running it down the length as his right hand softly held my shoulder. He spoke firmly but his tone was incredibly caring, "I know you're sorry baby. And we both know you need this punishment for us to move forward. Am I right?" I pushed the hair back from my face so I could look up into his eyes, they had changed. They were still dark & set in a steely resolve but they softened briefly as he reached forward, swiping a stray tear from my cheek with his thumb. "Yes Sir, you're right. I do need this punishment....and I want it....I'm just scared." I sniffled as Dad rose to his feet again, picking up his doubled over, thick, leather belt as he replied, "You should be scared, this is going to be a very harsh whipping. Don't move." I slowly turned my face away so I wouldn't see it coming.....resting my head on the backs of my arms while keeping my wet, oiled bottom raised up high for my whipping.

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The first several dozen swats fell fast & furiously.....not more than a second between them. I crossed my ankles to keep from kicking as Daddy whipped my bottom.

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Daddy paced from one side of the bed to the other, applying swat after searing swat. I cried hard into the backs of my arms, the pain triggering the emotional release I had needed for 2 months now while bottling up this guilt. It felt so good to be able to let go and accept my punishment......the physical pain lessening the emotional pain. As much as the belting hurt, it was an incredible gift to me in relieving the emotional turmoil, shame & guilt I had struggled with since the incident occurred. 

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"I'm s-s-sorrrryyyy Daddyyyyy." I cried out. The belt again fell to the bed, beside my face as Daddy knelt on the bed, applying more oil to my burning bottom, before rising again and retrieving our heaviest leather strap. 

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He strapped my thighs particularly thoroughly with this strap. I would have trouble sitting for several days after this blistering. I cried into the backs of my arms as Daddy continued to punish me. 

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"You're my little girl, my daughter.....I love you too much to let you hurt yourself by taking stupid risks. Any time you endanger my daughter, you will be severely punished, do you understand me?" Dad scolded. I sobbed, my heart tugging at me, his words hitting their intended mark as I meekly replied, "Yes Sir."

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The strap fell to the bed. Daddy ran his hand up and down the length of my hair over and over as I leaned into his touch. I was crying uncontrollably, my bottom absolutely on fire but the emotional burden seemed lighter. Daddy paused, his hand gripping a fistful of my long red hair as he tilted my head to the side, forcing me to face him as he asked, "Do you think you've been punished enough for what you did?" I cried even harder, any time he has ever asked me this question, I've had the same answer. Though my burning bottom is screaming at me that I've had enough, I still held onto some amount of guilt for the choice I'd made and I felt I deserved more punishment. I sobbed but locked my emerald eyes onto his as I answered, "No Sir, please whip me more." His eyes narrowed as he studied mine momentarily before that dark wall seemed to again rise in his chocolate brown eyes.

He released my hair and began to rub more oil into my thighs and bottom before walking over to the desk to retrieve an implement from his bag. I laid perfectly still, crying softly and awaiting the next phase of my punishment. 

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I squealed into the backs of my arms, my feet instantly pounding the bed as Dad whipped me with an extension cord. I absolutely hate this implement, but I suppose that only makes it more effective, and it's reserved for only the most serious offenses. I could literally feel each searing white stripe rise into an angry red welt, criss crossing my bottom as I cried into the pillow. 

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Daddy knew I was struggling internally with this offense and had been for more than 2 months now. He knew by my answer to his last question that I wanted to let it go but I simply couldn't.....not until I felt I'd paid for it......and he set about pushing me through that wall.......pushing me through my physical pain threshold......completely stripping away any power or control I had.

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I laid perfectly still, completely spent, my legs no longer kicking, my bottom raised up to meet every stroke I knew I deserved, my tears soaking the pillow beneath my face, my sobs and whimpering audible but not overly loud.

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Daddy picked up the belt, the strap and the cord and took them all over toward the desk, discarding them there before again approaching the bed. He said nothing to me but he encircled my wrist in his large hand and pulled me up off of the bed, leading me behind him toward the chair he sat in the middle of the room. He sat down and then very gently sat me on his lap, his right hand guiding my tear-streaked face to his chest as his left hand cupped my incredibly sore bottom. 

I sat there in his lap for at least ten minutes. He held me close to him and rubbed my back as I cried onto his chest. He hugged me tightly, stroked my long hair, kneaded my properly punished bottom, traced the welts on my thighs with his fingertips. His heartbeat and his breathing calming my own as I clung tightly to him. I felt so incredibly small but also incredibly loved. 

"Only one more item to discuss, Natalie. 4 days ago when we were scheduling this weekend together, I was scolding you for texting while driving and you snapped at me and said what exactly?" Dad questioned. I raised my face and locked my swollen eyes onto his as I spoke, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean it." His left hand firmly swatted my bottom twice.....

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"I asked you a question, don't make me repeat it again. What did you say to me, young lady?" I winced at the sting in my bottom and scanned his eyes for a sign of softening, but it wasn't there, I was met with pure agitation & resolve. I took a deep breath and lowered my eyes in a silent offering of my complete submission to my Dom as I meekly answered, "I said: 'get the fuck over it.' , Sir." I was disgusted just hearing the words come out of my mouth. I obviously wouldn't ever say that to his face and I hadn't even meant it when I said it by phone, I was just annoyed at some other factor and lashed out at Dad because he was closest at the time. I apologized immediately after saying it but it was too late, he told me to add a PL entry for it and I did. 

Dad tucked his right hand under my chin and raised my face to again meet his as he spoke, menacingly soft, "Look at me little girl." My teary eyes locked onto his as he spoke again, "Say it to my face." I bit my bottom lip, not wanting to say it to him but knowing better than to disobey. I took a deep breath and fully expected to be slapped across the face as I quietly repeated that disrespectful retort, "Get the fuck over it." Dad's dark brown eyes seemed to stare right through me and the intensity overwhelmed me......I honestly would have preferred if he had slapped me across the face.......I hate seeing him look at me like this. 

"Go fetch the paddle." Dad barked at me. I was clearly pouting, sulking and feeling sorry for myself as I slowly obeyed, dragging myself over toward the desk and retrieving Daddy's heavy wooden sorority paddle. I slunk back toward him at a crawling pace, running my hand up and down the smooth but thick wooden paddle, feeling it's weight in my hand.....it is an insanely heavy paddle and produces a very heady thudding pain that seems to always radiate and linger for hours after I'm paddled with it. 

I stopped directly in front of him, kneeling at his feet and outstretching my arms to present him with his paddle, my eyes fighting to maintain eye contact as they began to swell with tears again. Dad took the paddle from my hands and ran his left hand down the length of my hair as I knelt next to him. I instinctively leaned into and relished his touch......I absolutely love when he runs his hands through my hair......Daddy loves my hair, it is *His* and he regulates it's length......I love that too much for words......I literally smile every day just brushing my hair because it reminds me of my Daddy and the relationship dynamic we share. I closed my eyes, resting my head in Dad's hand and wrapping my own arms around his calves and laying my head on his knees......my hair cascading down as I cautiously peered up at my father.

"This is your last lesson of the day and then your punishment list will be empty......and it had better stay that way, little miss, clear?" I smiled briefly as I replied, "Yes Sir." Dad smacked the paddle against his open right palm and it made me jump, my body trembling as I watched nervously. "My little girl told me to 'get the fuck over it'.....problem darling is that my daughter is NOT allowed to speak that way to anyone.....but especially NOT TO ME! You were flippant, vulgar and disrespectful, young lady, weren't you?" He asked, his eyes watching mine carefully as I nervously chewed the corner of my bottom lip. "Yes Sir, I was extremely disrespectful to you and I'm really sorry." Dad's eyes narrowed at mine as he spoke again, "Get up......over my knee NOW."

He raised his voice, causing my body to jump as I quickly complied with his order and stood before draping myself back across his capable lap. My bottom and thighs were sore and heavily marked from the days prior lessons and as I laid over his knee, presenting them for further punishment, I began to sob again.

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"Owwwiieee!!" I shrieked out over my shoulder as my left hand shot back to protect my bottom from the barrage of heavy paddle strokes. "Move it now, little girl. You know better." Dad admonished. I sniffled, sobbed and slowly lowered my hand as Dad spaced his legs further apart, again rendering my completely helpless over his lap, feet dangling above the floor, my right hand wrapped around Dad's ankle, my left hand pressed against the floor. 

"In fact, give me that hand." Dad instructed. I whimpered and whined, "Daddy I'm sorry, I'll keep it away, I promise." The paddle came down a half dozen times with force across the backs of my thighs......

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I twisted and squirmed and squealed. Daddy again demanded, "Give me your hand....NOW....Natalie Lynn!" I cried and slowly raised my left hand behind my back and Daddy quickly took hold of it, pinning it to my lower back. I was vulnerable, helpless, small......upended over my father's lap, my feet unable to reach the floor, my right hand holding his ankle tightly, my left hand pinned to the small of my back by my determined Daddy as he set to making me a very sorry little girl for the disrespectful way in which I had spoken to him. 

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Usually when I am paddled with our heaviest paddle it is a set number of swats and there is time between each and every swat......it is painful but tolerable at that pace. But today.......there was no time between heavy, harsh swats.......Daddy was paddling me with this heavy paddle the same as he would with a hairbrush......and I was absolutely helpless to squirm away or try to cover my bottom. Daddy firmly held me in place as he paddled my naughty bottom thoroughly and gave each thigh & sit spot several punishing swats as well.......and I just laid dangling over his lap crying uncontrollably as the burning pain in my bottom only increased and pushed me again beyond my physical pain threshold.

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I finally laid limp across Dad's knees, accepting the balance of my well-deserved punishment. Finally the paddling ceased and I felt Daddy's strong left hand slowly massaging cool lotion into my bruised skin. I flinched and winced at even the slightest touch.....I hadn't been spanked in 5 months and I was incredibly sensitive and this had been an extremely intense punishment. I laid sobbing over his lap for several minutes as he kneaded and caressed my bottom and thighs, admiring his handiwork. I was off in my own little corner of subspace, relishing in his firm touch, completely content to just be with my Dad after such a long separation. He could have whipped me all day......I did not care......I had my Daddy again and that is all that mattered to me. 

After helping me to my feet, Daddy again held me on his lap for a while as we talked. I absolutely love when he holds me on his lap......it's just an incredibly safe feeling. I adore being his little girl. About an hour later we were both famished and headed down the street to an IHOP for lunch with each other before he had to go off to a soccer meeting and I had to go back home and to work. I loved every single second I had with my Dad the last 2 days. 

The 5 months I was away from home were incredibly hard on me for many reasons......but I got through it because at the end of every day I always knew I had my Daddy's support and his loving discipline was waiting for me back home.  :)  Absolutely amazing & incredibly reassuring to know that no matter how old I get, I am always going to be my Daddy's little girl.