Naughty Irish Imp

Naughty Irish Imp

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Impaired Driving (Pt. 2)


I stood facing the corner trying to slow my erratic mind. I was nervous.....beyond nervous. I could feel Dad's eyes on me as I faced that wall and my heart was beating so hard it was the only sound I could hear. I've always had an issue with nervous silence......the pent up anxiety & frayed nerves will eventually start to overwhelm me and I'll giggle. Despite the inappropriate timing or dire circumstances......I'll simply start to laugh.......which isn't as much of an issue in the waiting room of a doctor's office or backed-up traffic when I'm running late.......but catching a case of the giggles while standing in the corner with my angry father determining my coming punishment for an offense as serious as driving intoxicated??  NOT SMART! 

I tried so hard to stifle my pending laughter.....disguise it as no avail......I was giggling and it was quite apparent. 

"Turn around now." Dad ordered. The giggles I'd tried so hard to mute seconds before quickly evaporated and were replaced by immediate regret as I slowly spun on my heels to face my father. His expressive, dark brown eyes locked onto my quickly tearing emerald orbs and held me pinned where I stood. He didn't speak to me for a couple minutes but his cold, steely glare spoke volumes. I stepped back slightly until the wall was to my back and I prayed that corner would swallow me up. My stomach was in knots as I wrapped my arms around my body, trying in vain to reassure myself. 

Dad stood up from the chair he'd been sitting in, keeping his eyes on mine as he spoke, "Hands at your side." I dropped my hands and stood softly chewing the corner of my bottom lip as he glared through me. "Take two steps forward Natalie Lynn." He commanded. I lowered my eyes and slowly inched forward.....closer to him, as instructed. 

"Hold your hands out in front of you and close your eyes." I hesitated, my mind in free fall again wondering if he was going to restrain me or cuff my wrists together. Daddy & I have discussed physical restraint but he has not ever used it aside from pinning my hand to the small of my back with his own hand a time or two. I am a control freak and the idea of physical restraints has always been a loaded topic for me......on one hand I could never imagine submitting to that level of loss of control but on the other hand, with my Daddy, the idea is incredibly appealing....intriguing.....stimulating even.....I trust him with everything in me and know he would always protect me so that level of complete power exchange with him is definitely something I long to experience. But at this moment......the thought as it crossed my mind made me hesitate.......again, not a smart move during serious punishment. 

"NOW!" He barked so loudly it seemed to echo off the walls. My entire body jumped and I quickly did as I was told; outstretching my trembling arms and closing my eyes tightly. I waited what seemed an eternity before he spoke again, "Now, keeping your eyes closed, touch your nose with your index finger, right first then left." I was confused but did as instructed. The moment I'd completed the task with my left hand, Dad's strong right hand locked around my wrist and spun me quickly around as his left arm harshly swung down his heavy paddle onto my bottom several times. 


I squealed as Dad marched me back to the corner. He released my wrist and stood immediately behind my shaking body, pinning me to the corner with his body.......any time he locks me into place with his body it makes my head spin. The sunlight peeking through the open curtain cast our shadows perfectly on the wall. A black and white silhouette of a short girl pressed into the corner by a much taller man directly behind her......the sight made me smile briefly......a daddy and his naughty daughter. :) 

Dad's left hand skimmed my cheek as he swept my long, red hair back  over my shoulder, exposing my ear to him as he leaned in to speak to me, "'ve had several hours to sober up and you completed the orientation test without any you're certainly not drunk're sober......correct Natalie Lynn?" His whispering in my ear again making my head spin......his voice was silky smooth, soft but markedly firm. I softly answered back to him, "Yes Sir, I'm completely sober." 

No sooner had the words left my lips than his left hand smacked against the wall.....SLAP..... inches from my face causing me to jump before freezing in place, shocked.....stunned. I held my body heart pounding wildly against my ribcage. 

"Then there is NO reason for you to be laughing! There isn't a damn thing about this that is funny, Lynn! Do you understand me? My little girl decided to go out pound 4 drinks in an hour and then get behind the wheel of a car! There is NOTHING funny about that!" He lectured; his tone of voice cold & rigid, only enforcing the panic caused by his slapping the wall.

His left hand stayed on the wall, my eyes locked onto it.......his right hand quickly entwined in my hair, tightening a fistful into his grip at the nape of my neck and quickly yanking my head around to face him. I hesitantly peered up at him, seeking his reassurance, tears threatening to spill onto my cheeks at any moment.....his eyes narrowed at mine initially and I quickly lowered mine in a silent offering of my submission to him. I stared down at the floor, lost in regret and worry, tears slowly escaping my eyes. I was shaking and wanted so badly to apologize for apologize for exceeding my drink apologize for driving drunk........I simply couldn't speak. All I could do was tremble and sob. 

I knew Dad could feel me shaking and knew he'd certainly gotten my attention. He spoke again, his tone much gentler this time, "Natalie look at me." I wanted to obey him but I couldn't; I would completely lose it if I saw that look on his face again. I was so ashamed of myself for what I'd done last night, but now I'd made it far worse by laughing at him. I knew in my rational mind that his hitting the wall was strategic and measured, used to gain my undivided attention & chase away any remaining giggles.........but in my irrational mind I worried he was angry enough to leave me. I have hidden insecurities like this and it isn't often they are inflamed, but today had certainly struck that nerve and I was sorry and so scared. 

Dad feeling my body shaking as he held his firm grip in my hair and my failing to obey his instruction to regain eye contact made it apparent to him that I was scared by him slapping the wall. His left hand cupped my chin and he slowly raised my face to look into my eyes. I peered up at him, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. His eyes softened as he gazed down at me. He released his grasp on my hair and quickly pulled me into him, wrapping his strong arms securely around me and hugging me tight. I balled my fists in his shirt and clung tightly to his chest, crying softly as relief washed over my body. 

"Daddy I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...please don't leave me...tell me you still love me...please...I'm so sorry." I cried into his chest as he held me tightly. He took hold of me by the shoulders and looked down into my puffy, green eyes as he softly spoke to me, "I'm not leaving you, you know better than that. I'm not going anywhere...particularly right now...I have an important lesson to teach my daughter about driving drunk. Clear?" I sniffled as I replied, "Yes Sir. Daddy I'm sorry. Please don't be angry." I cried and pulled back into him, wrapping my arms tight around his waist and hugging him. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto his lap, stroking down the length of my hair as he answered, "Natalie I'm not angry...I would never punish you when I was angry. Initially I was scared and as soon as I knew you were safe then yes, I was angry. The anger has subsided and right now I am 2 things......disappointed and determined to teach you a lesson. I will not ever overlook you doing something reckless and dangerous that could hurt my little girl; do you understand me?" His words tore my little heart up.....I hate to disappoint my father. But the tone of his voice stung even more because I could hear the audible fear, worry and love behind his words. 

Dad tilted my face up to meet his once again and added, "And of course I still love is because I love you that I care enough to punish you. You're my little girl.......I will always love you......always......nothing you could ever do would change that." I cried softly and replied, "I love you too, Daddy." He smiled at me and held me tightly to his chest for a few more minutes as I let his steady, soothing heartbeat slow my sobbing and relax my body, completely confident that he wasn't angry any more and we would be okay after all. 

I held tight to him, not wanting to let go because I knew this spanking was going to be one to remember; but inevitably I knew it had to happen and in fact, I wanted to be punished so I could be forgiven. Dad hugged me tightly once more and then patted my bottom, my cue to stand up. I rose to my feet and awaited his further instruction. He stood and walked to the chair he'd placed in the middle of the room, sitting in it and curling his finger at me in that 'come here little girl' manner that daddies do so well. I slowly approached his left side and stopped just short of him, unbuttoning my jeans and slowly lowering them down over my hips before laying over his capable lap. 

Daddy's left hand slowly skimmed my bottom before slipping his fingers between my skin and lace panties and yanking them roughly down to my knees to join my jeans. I crossed my ankles so I wouldn't kick my legs. 

"You have a limit on how much you're allowed to drink for a reason and you know it. Last night you intentionally chose to disregard that limit, young lady. My daughter is not allowed to only selectively obey me and when she does, she is punished. Give me your hand, now." He ordered. I sniffled and slowly reached my left hand back to him, he took it tightly by the wrist and pinned it to the small of my back with his right hand. I held tightly to his ankle with my remaining hand as he spaced his feet further apart until my feet could no longer touch the ground and I was rendered helpless upended across his lap, my bottom & thighs in the picture-perfect OTK position and awaiting his treatment. 

He reached for something from the desktop and I sobbed my apologies over my shoulder back to him, expecting him to be retrieving my oak hairbrush. "I'm so sorry Daddy." I felt cool, hard wood resting on my bared bottom and quickly realized by the size and weight of the implement that it certainly wasn't my hairbrush.....or even our bathbrush......nope, Dad had his heavy maple paddle sitting on my bottom. It is a sorority type paddle, the heaviest we own; and he only uses it for the most serious punishments. I sobbed softly. I knew I more than deserved the pending paddling but Daddy has *never* used this paddle on me without a hand or brush spanking first......I was absolutely dreading this. I meekly offered another apology, "Daddy I'm really sorry." 

He tapped the paddle against my thighs a couple times as he replied, "Not yet you aren't......but I'm going to change that and give you a reason to be sorry now, young lady." His words made my stomach sink and I braced for the paddling to begin as Daddy took it in his left hand. I peered back at him over my shoulder and his chocolate brown eyes locked onto mine, that unmistakable wall rising darkening his eyes even more as they flashed with cold, disciplinary resolve.......I bit the corner of my lip and watched helplessly as he held tight to that wicked paddle and raised his strong, left arm up high above his shoulder................

*******TO BE CONTINUED**************


  1. First off, my phone and blogger are having a tiff, so I couldn't reply to the other post. i know you are safe with Him, it's very apparent in your writing.

    Why must you keep a girl waiting? ;) from the read, it sounds as if you definitely have been taught a lesson.

    it's so hard to keep from disappointing them and not acting on impulse. i guess that is the point? we surrender most impulse control as well?

  2. H.S.........My phone & blogger have a hate/hate relationship too, no worries. :) I'm writing the balance of this session now; and have two others that have happened since then that I am working to compose as well.

    Surrendering impulse is definitely wrapped up in the package of complete submission......and to be quite honest, it is that complete power exchange that I absolutely adore.