***I posted this session is smaller installments last month; here it is in its' entirety.***
06/28/2013
"Where are you, Natalie Lynn?"
That's the text message I got at 7:15 this morning from Daddy. Feeling a bit giddy and a bit courageous and bratty, I replied.
"Good morning to you too. Why do you ask?"
A minute later....another beep.....he responded with:
"If you are not at the hotel, pull over & tell me where you are at so I can come get you...NOW."
Uh oh.....I reread that text a couple times....my liquid courage quickly dissipating as I realized by his request that he had to have known about last night. Shit! My mind began to panic, my stomach felt uneasy. I had planned to see Daddy today. I'm stressed and actually hadn't had much on my punishment list to be punished for so today's session would be a "good girl/just because/stress relief spanking"........at least that was the plan. DAMN IT!
See last night being overwhelmed & stressed to the max and having 12 hours before I would be seeing Daddy, I decided I needed some sort of release........so I originally went off to go swimming. However, the damn police seem to have issues with people swimming when there is lightening......so my "workout til I pass out" idea was shot down. Now what?? I began to drive back home but stopped in the city for gas and then saw this cute, quaint little pub across the street and I just *had* to go in.
It was already 2:15am and the bar would close at 3am......so I had to make up quickly for lost time. I have a drink limit put in place by my Dom and it is not negotiable.....and I know this.....I simply didn't care after a couple drinks. I ended up having 4......exceeding my hard limit by double. This would have been bad enough.....but my ignorance continued. I decided I would still drive myself home. My older brother texting to check on me, knew what was happening and was livid......I just didn't think he would email my Dad......I thought wrong.
Now, hours later, still slightly tipsy and rereading the text message.......I knew that he knew. I was screwed. This was bad......really, really bad. I texted Dad back and assured him I was safe and asked if he wanted to go to the beach......he wasn't amused, and told me to go stay at the hotel for a couple hours & sober up while he worked and then he would meet me later in the morning to "discuss" the previous nights events.
3 hours later, I paced up & down the hall of the hotel, my shaking hand holding my phone as I continued to read his earlier texts. My eyes welled with unshed tears. How could I have been so damn stupid?? I could literally feel the anger behind his messages to me. I knew he was angry...concerned...and disappointed. I don't think I could have felt any smaller than I did in that moment. Breaking a rule is bad enough......exceeding my drinking limit is not tolerated and that alone would have displeased him. But driving intoxicated?? I DON'T drive intoxicated! I know better! What was I thinking? He was going to kill me.
At 11am my phone rang as Daddy called to say he had arrived but couldn't get in the door. I walked toward the stairwell to go let him in when he said "Oh, thank you" to some random man who had opened the door for him. I bolted back to my room and rushed inside, slamming the door. I knew he was only seconds from me and I was scared to death. I felt horrible for the poor choices I had made and I knew I deserved any punishment he chose to administer, but I absolutely *hate* disappointing my Dad......I didn't want to see the look on his face. I just wanted to crawl under the bed and hide and wish this entire situation away. I've never had to face my Dad for this insanely ignorant offense......I've driven after drinking before but it is an offense he made crystal clear to me on day #1 that he wouldn't ever tolerate. Not only was it stupid, it was dangerous.....to me and to others. My internal panic gauge soared. Typically when I am punished, there is days to weeks between the offense and the punishment......even when I've really upset my Dad, he has plenty of time to calm down & assess the situation before holding me accountable......not this time......I was practically caught in the act.......red-handed.......and soon to be red-bottomed.
His knocking on the door seemed to boom & echo throughout the hotel room. It literally made me jump. I didn't want to open that door.....I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry......and as I contemplated, he knocked again. I walked over to unlatch the door. I peered out and there stood the towering frame of my father. I took a step back to let him in the room. As he entered and the door closed behind him, I began to fidget with my fingers as I looked down at the green carpet and awaited my fate. My eyes occasionally scanned my Dad's posture & body language before again locking on the floor. He stood inches from me, his strong arms folded across his broad chest in a typical agitated paternal stance that always makes me pout.
My mind was in a panicked free fall......he still had said nothing to me.....not a word. I was so scared that my body began to shake. I couldn't take the silence any longer and I meekly managed to say "I'm so sorry, Sir." My voice was very notably trembling. I watched his feet approach me, stopping directly in front of me, before closing my eyes tightly. I felt him pulling me into him, close to his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. I quickly locked my arms around his waist, holding tight to him. I just wanted to stay in his arms all day......as long as his arms are holding me, I am safe from his evil belt. But alas, he finally released his hold on me......taking me by the shoulders and holding me at arms length as he spoke.
"Look at me, young lady." His voice was eerily quiet and the anger, worry & disappointment was notable in every syllable he spoke. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for that glare as I slowly raised my eyes to make eye contact for the first time today. His gorgeous brown eyes were flashing that cold, sadistic stare that always makes me want to retreat my gaze immediately.....but I couldn't. It seemed an eternity before he spoke again. "It's good to see you.......ALIVE." I jumped as he raised his voice, my stomach feeling nauseous. I fought back the impending tears and softly said, "Daddy I'm sorry."
His eyes narrowed at mine and he quickly snapped back, "Shut your mouth. I don't want to hear it. Go put your nose in the corner, now." I lowered my eyes and retreated to the corner, dreading the coming punishment and lecture that were on the horizon.
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 coughing......to 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.
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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, "Now.....you've had several hours to sober up and you completed the orientation test without any problem.....so you're certainly not drunk anymore.....you'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 breath.....my body shook.....my 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 giggling.....to apologize for exceeding my drink limit.....to 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 scared.....so 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 you.....it 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................
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Daddy paddled my bare bottom furiously with the heavy maple paddle as I lay helplessly upended over his capable lap. He had my left arm securely pinned to the small of my back and I clung desperately to his ankle with my right hand as he applied swat after searing paddle swat to my rapidly reddening bottom.
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I tried so hard to stifle my pending laughter.....disguise it as coughing......to 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.
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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, "Now.....you've had several hours to sober up and you completed the orientation test without any problem.....so you're certainly not drunk anymore.....you'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 breath.....my body shook.....my 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 giggling.....to apologize for exceeding my drink limit.....to 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 scared.....so 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 you.....it 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................
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Daddy paddled my bare bottom furiously with the heavy maple paddle as I lay helplessly upended over his capable lap. He had my left arm securely pinned to the small of my back and I clung desperately to his ankle with my right hand as he applied swat after searing paddle swat to my rapidly reddening bottom.
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"Owwww.....Daddyyy pleasseee." I squealed as that evil paddle peppered my tender, fleshy sit spots and upper thighs.
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He didn't say a word to me, he didn't have to; his paddle was conveying his intense disappointment with my actions and I was receiving that message crystal clearly. My feet dangled helplessly above the floor and I kicked them behind me as the hard, heavy wood stung my bottom again and again, igniting an insanely intense fire covering every inch of my naughty bottom and thighs. I knew I deserved this spanking and fought to accept it as stoically as possible, but the punishment beginning so harshly quickly pushed me to my physical pain threshold and beyond as Dad continued to blister my quivering bottom.
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"Daddyyyy I'm sorryyyy." I cried as I finally lay limp across his knees, surrendering any fight I had left in me to escape this correction.
"You will be." Dad calmly replied as he continued applying his heavy paddle to my sore bottom. His response caused my stomach to knot, realizing he intended to continue this punishment spanking for quite some time; but at the same time his words and controlled tone of voice was oddly reassuring to me. My bottom was burning and quickly bruising under his constant assault but his words lovingly reassured me that he cared enough to take me in hand for my behavior. I cried as I dangled over his lap, my tears falling freely as my long, red hair blanketed the carpet beneath me. I knew how serious this offense was and I knew how immense the disappointment was and I would have happily submitted to any amount of punishment to "fix" this. My Daddy holding me accountable & harshly punishing me when I fail is by far the best gift he could have ever given to me; I know that once he has punished me, that he will forgive me and I'll be able to then forgive myself, releasing the guilt and shame that may otherwise eat me from the inside out. Punishment is simply part of what we do; it is a way for me to pay for my mistakes, a step along the path to ensuring I've heeded an important lesson, and the key component to me being able to accept my father's forgiveness, forgive myself and move forward with a clean slate always striving to do better....to be better....to please my Dom.
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I cried uncontrollably as the paddle connected again and again. I continued to hold tight to Daddy's ankle with my right hand and with the fingers on my left hand, which Dad had pinned behind my back, I slowly stroked the side of his right hand as he held tight to my wrist. The intimacy of being spanked OTK is ideal particularly for such emotional punishments. Being able to touch him, having him touch me and being held tight to his body as I am corrected is incredibly reassuring to me when I am struggling with the emotional & physical pain of serious punishment.
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Daddy dropped the paddle to the floor and it landed with an audible thud....it's a very heavy paddle and packs an insanely wicked punch. I'd hardly noticed, minus the thudding sound, that the paddling had subsided. My bottom & thighs were burning so intensely that it felt as if I were still being spanked. I lay limp over his lap, completely spent, his knees hard against my torso. My cheeks were stained with tears, my hair dangled loosely in a disheveled mess pooling on the floor beneath us, my eyeliner ran in streaks down my damp face.
My entire body trembled as I lay there over my father's knee crying. He still had my left hand pinned to my back and I had locked my fingers curled around his index & middle finger as he held my wrist securely and his thumb softly stroked the palm of my hand.
My crying slowed to gentle sobs and my rapid breathing slowed as Dad just held me OTK and gently ran his fingertips over the smoking hot skin of my now harshly paddled bare bottom. He didn't speak to me during this time, but his touch was all of the reassurance I needed in that moment. I knew my punishment had literally only just begun but I knew without a doubt that despite the length or severity of this session, it was being delivered from one thing and one thing only.......my father's intense love for his little girl.
After another few quiet moments just allowing me to lay sobbing over his knee, he spoke to me, "Stand up." I audibly whined, completely content to stay draped across his lap all afternoon. My whine and hesitance to follow his order immediately had consequences.
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Daddy's strong left hand viscously swatted my thighs. The same hand that mere seconds ago so tenderly stroked my burning flesh had instantaneously morphed into a hard, stinging implement that provoked a squeal from me immediately, "Owwwwiieee Daddyyyyy....I'm sorryyyy." I sniffled and tried to stand up but he pressed against the small of my back with the hand he still had in his firm grasp and he held me down across his knee as his other hand applied a fast and furious new assault on my sore, freshly paddled bottom & thighs.
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Dad's hands are very large....very strong....very powerful "spanker's hands" and they always sting my bare skin but his swats right now, applied with force immediately following the severe paddling I'd just received, hurt unbelievably. It felt as if I were being paddled again and I was quickly reduced to a bawling mess again. I kicked and tried to squirm away from him.....always a futile effort but I simply couldn't help it, the fire in my bottom was burning so hot that I would have done anything to gain a reprieve.
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The last several dozen swats fell relentlessly to my sore thighs. Daddy spanked hard and he spanked fast......down one thigh from my sit spots to the back of my knees and right back up the other thigh. I was surprised at the force behind the hand spanking......my father has to have been lifting weights more frequently.....again, his hand spankings always sting but oh my goodness did this spanking hurt. I was crying quite openly again as I tried to decipher in my cluttered little mind why he had reacted so quickly and harshly to my simply whimpering audibly at his instruction; after all I hadn't refused or argued, I simply whined a tad bit.....I can't ever recall him spanking me so quickly for such a small offense. I didn't have to wonder long.......the moment the last painful swat found it's tender target, he released my wrist and reached forward taking a handful of my long, flowing hair and guiding me off of his lap and immediately to the floor in front of him.
I knelt at his feet sobbing softly and keeping my eyes downcast as he began to speak to me.
"Consider that a warning to you, Natalie Lynn.....I do not care how slight or seemingly minimal it may be, no amount of disobedience or defiance is going to be tolerated out of you right now. The topic we are addressing is serious, young lady.....as serious as it gets. What you did put my daughter in danger and is completely unacceptable. Ignorant and unacceptable. You are in more than enough trouble right now with me, I don't recommend you add to that if you know what is good for you. I expect you to do as you're told immediately and without hesitation. Don't you dare make me repeat myself to you again today, young lady. Do you understand me?" He warned with a cold, detached, all-business tone of voice I have come to truly dread hearing.
I cried quietly and hesitantly reached forward, wrapping my shaking arms around his calves and hugging tightly, resting my tear-streaked face against his knees as I meekly replied up to him, "Yes Sir. I'm sorry." I sobbed as I knelt before my Dom.....sore, contrite, remorseful and soon to be even more so. Kneeling in front of him is one of the most satisfying positions for me to be in. A very obvious showing of my complete trust, respect, adoration and unwavering submission to this amazing man.
Daddy ran his hands down the length of my hair, multiple times as I leaned into his touch. He tucked the loose tendrils of hair behind each ear before cupping my chin and raising my face to meet his. I locked my puffy, green eyes onto his intense, dark brown eyes and knelt simply gazing up at him.....my hands now resting flat against my bare thighs.
"Now, you were just paddled for choosing to ignore and violate your drink limit, and I know it wont happen again; am I right?" He questioned. "Yes Sir." I quietly answered up to him. He shook his head in acknowledgement and then simply glared intently into my eyes. I wanted to retract my gaze and lower my eyes in a silent showing of submission to him and simply for my own comfort of escaping his penetrating stare.....but I knew better. And as much as I truly hate to see this look on his face, I knew my own actions had put it there and I absolutely deserved the intensity of this moment. Seeing disappointment on my Dad's face is one of the best deterrents on the planet for my bad behavior. I truly hate to let him down. I love my Daddy more than words could ever hope to express. I respect him, trust him and admire him so very much. I long to please him.....always to please him.....pleasing him truly pleases me on such a deep level. Knowing I've made him proud of me is one of the most rewarding feelings in the world to me; I adore this man. Knowing that I have disappointed him.......it quite simply breaks my heart. Hearing the words......seeing the look on his face......his tone of voice......body language......it is simply heartbreaking to me. I had absolutely disappointed him this time and I only wanted to submit to my punishment, convey my remorse, learn my lesson and gain his forgiveness now.
He continued to gaze down into my eyes, letting his own thoroughly chastise me without on audible word being spoken, for a few more minutes before he spoke again.
"I want you to stack 3 pillows in the center of the bed, then take your pants off & fold them up, and return to that corner........right now, young lady." He commanded.
"Yes Sir." I softly whispered up to him as I rose to my feet and scurried off to do as I was told. I quickly stacked 3 pillows in the center of the bed and placed one at the top to bury my face into. I began to lower my jeans from being tangled at my knees down and off each leg. With every single movement my skin stretched taut and ached so deeply. The paddle had made me a very very sorry little girl and I knew that was the easiest portion of my punishment. I winced as I bent forward to pick the jeans and my lace panties up off of the floor; my skin was incredibly tight and sore......just moving hurt and drew fresh tears to my eyes and I certainly don't have a low tolerance for physical pain, I can & have endured many intense spankings with the most formidable of implements.......but OMG I was so incredibly sore right now.
I folded my jeans and panties before discarding them onto the dresser top and approaching the corner. I stood there for several minutes, dreading the coming whipping. I could feel Dad's eyes on me as he sat behind me across the room watching me struggle to remain calm & still in the corner.......he knew I wanted to rub my tender, burning bottom and I imagine it was a source of pride for him to watch and note how well behaved I was being in this moment......he has trained me well, very well, but I have at times reached back to sooth my throbbing bottom, but not today.......he had just arguably given me the most intense & severe paddling he has ever administered to me, my bottom & thighs were a sore, bruised mess but my hands stayed locked behind my head, my elbows pressed firmly to the wall as I stood facing the corner like the naughty little girl I am.
I listened closely and heard Dad rise from where he sat and approach me from behind before feeling his strong hands grip my shoulders and spin me around to face him. I cautiously peered up at him and wanted so badly to hug him. The worry, concern, disappointment & love were again etched all over his face. I felt so incredibly small and ashamed of myself in that moment.
"Last lesson......the most important lesson......and the most serious offense. Driving drunk. I am disgusted that I even have to punish you for something this ignorant. You know better, Natalie Lynn! You work in medicine.....you've seen what drunk driving does to people....you have a son, brothers, friends, and a father who love you more than you will ever know & would be utterly devastated if something happened to you. Do you get that?" He scolded as his eyes narrowed at mine.
"Yes Sir. Daddy I'm sorry....I'm so incredibly sorry. I know better and I just don't know what got into me. I didn't think or I didn't care. I'm so sorry." I softly sobbed up to him, my eyes searching his for any sign of softening.
"Stop...shut your mouth. You listen to me right now. You have a family that depends on you Natalie Lynn.....you no longer have the luxury of not thinking or not caring! I have no doubt that you are sorry now.....but sorry won't fix DEAD! Damn it.....YOU KNOW BETTER! And as for what got into you.....I don't know either......but I promise I am going to whip it out of you. I will not tolerate this kind of dangerous behavior out of MY daughter. I'm not raising an ignorant and selfish girl......and what you CHOSE to do last night was ignorant and selfish......do you get that, little girl? DO YOU?" He barked.......raising his voice several times, causing me to jump each time.
"Yes Sir." I meekly replied before lowering my eyes.
"Look at me, young lady." He ordered. I simply couldn't bring myself to see that look on his face any longer. I knew I was wrong, I felt horrible......I could have been whipped all day and it wouldn't have been enough.......I knew I'd seriously disappointed my Daddy and I hated that but I'd let myself down too and I was angry and ashamed and incredibly guilty. I stood there lost in my own self-degradation in my mind as I kept my eyes locked on the floor..........wrong decision.
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For the second time today, Dad slapped his open palm to the wall directly behind me.
"DAMN IT.....LOOK AT ME NOW, LITTLE GIRL!" He shouted at me.
I jumped and quickly complied, raising my eyes to his. I was again shocked at his smacking the wall and always hate when he raises his voice or swears at me.......the combination of all three together certainly got what he intended....my attention....but it also made me completely lose it. I stood on my wobbly knees in front of him, my back to the wall and it was quite literally holding me up as I pulled my shoulders forward and wrapped my arms around myself, cautiously gazing up at a my Dad as I lost it and again began to cry and tremble.
"Are you done? Ready to listen and do as you're told?" He asked as he glared at me. I quickly shook my head yes and sobbed out a barely audible, "Yes Sir. I'm sorry." His eyes narrowed at mine again and then softened very briefly......not more than a second, but I saw it and it gave me the reassurance I again needed. He pulled me into a tight hug, running his hand up and down my back as I again cried into his chest. He cupped my bottom in his large hands and I whimpered into his shirt but pressed my bottom back into his touch, despite even the light touch causing discomfort, I love his hands caressing me and I pushed back to meet his touch.
He held me a moment longer before taking me by the shoulders and looking intensely down into my teary eyes once more as he spoke, "I love you. You're my little girl. I can't and won't allow you to endanger my daughter. This had better be the ONLY time I ever have to punish you for this offense. Got it, young lady?" I sniffled and slowed my sobs as I answered up to him, "Yes Sir."
"Go lay over the pillows." He instructed as he unbuckled his belt. I quickly scurried off to the bed and crawled up positioning my hips over the pillows.......elevating my bottom and thighs up into the perfect position for a good, hard whipping. I clutched the pillow tightly in my fists and listened to the jingle of his belt buckle as he doubled it over and approached the bed.
"Daddy I'm really sorry, I swear it won't happen again. Please whip me good for being so stupid." I softly called back at him from over my shoulder.
"I know you're sorry......and you're right, it won't ever happen again. But your request is denied......I whip you for disrespect.....I whip you for swearing......I whip you for being confrontational at work. What you did last night could have killed my daughter......you're not getting off with just a whipping for that, Natalie Lynn. You're going to get your ass beat." He scolded.
My heart raced in my chest as I replayed Daddy's words time and again in my head. "You're not getting off with just a whipping for this Natalie Lynn, you're going to get your ass beat." I know my Dad says what he means and means what he says...always. I clutched the pillow tightly and laid over the pillows, softly sobbing and waiting for my punishment to begin. My bottom & thighs already a sore mess of properly paddled flesh.
"Hold this, young lady." Dad instructed as he laid his thick leather belt onto my hands directly in front of my face. I slowly ran my fingers between the two layers of doubled-over brown leather. I definitely have a love-hate relationship with my father's belt.
Leather itself is an enticing implement material; I love the feel, the smell, the sounds. Wood produces a more thuddy pain, where leather inflicts a sharp sting that radiates. Daddy always wears a belt but the one designated his 'whipping belt' is a formidable implement; it is very thick, heavy, well worn and it bites into my bare skin with a crisp sting that makes me whimper every time he whips me with it. It's effective in it's intensity and also because of the psychological grasp it has on me. I love the belt because it is *his*; it is always available and removed from his waist to deal with me when warranted.....it is quite literally an extension of my father and for that reason, I absolutely adore my Daddy's belt.
Any time Dad says I'm getting a whipping, I know his belt will be the first implement used and it makes me pout as I watch or listen to the distinct jingle of the buckle or it hissing as it's pulled free from its' loops. Watching helplessly as he rolls the sleeve on his left arm slowly, keeping his intense brown eyes locked on mine as I plead with my emerald orbs for leniency. He will tolerate this momentarily, his inner sadist enjoying the desperate look on my face though I know my pouting or pleading will get me nowhere.....still it is a common piece of our non-verbal communication during most punishments. After a few moments, Dad will double the belt over, securing the buckle in the closed palm of his hand and snapping the leather loudly causing my body to jump and my eyes to break our contact as I bury my face in the bed and await my whipping.
I felt the bed dip down as Dad sat beside me while I lay still, my bottom propped up over the pillows awaiting his disciplinary attention, my hands gently running up & down the length of his doubled-over belt, my cheek resting against the cool implement as I inhaled deeply savoring the smell of the leather.
"Ouch!" I squealed as my head shot up to look back over my shoulder at Dad as I felt an intense, abrasive sensation on my freshly paddled bottom.
"Quiet! I will *never* have to repeat this lesson to you Natalie Lynn, so we are going to make sure that this is an effective deterrent. I am going to ensure this is a lesson you will NEVER forget. Got it?" He barked.
"Yes Sir." I whimpered as I lay my face back on the pillow and gritted my teeth as Daddy continued this new, torturous act.
After a moment I realized that the abrasive, rough sensations were Daddy harshly working the brittle bristles of our bathbrush and then his new BBQ/grilling brush across my bottom. I have girlfriends whose Doms will run the bristles of their brushes over their bottoms before a spanking, but prior to this, I'd never experienced this cruel addition to discipline......it hurt. I imagine on my harshly paddled skin that even the softer bristles on my hairbrush would have caused discomfort, but Dad decided to use our bathbrush and then his grill brush.......both very hard, stiff bristles.......particularly that damn grill brush. I squirmed and struggled to stay still as he continued to scratch up my poor bottom.
"Owww. No Daddy pleassseeee!" I whimpered as he turned his attention to my sit spots and continued down my tender thighs.
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"I told you to shut your mouth, little girl, and I won't repeat myself to you again. Clear?" He warned after applying several quick, searing swats of the heavy wooden grill brush to my thighs.
"Yes Sir." I sniffled and replied. I lay quietly as Dad resumed very roughly scrubbing my burning flesh with the brittle bristles. I squeezed his belt in my hands and whimpered at this new, viscous sensation attacking my punished bottom & thighs. After another few horrid moments, the scrubbing subsided, leaving my skin sore and itching as Dad stood up and returned the brushes to the dresser top. A moment later he returned to my side and a warm liquid began to drip onto my sore cheeks and thighs. His strong hands deeply kneaded my skin. I flinched and whimpered but pressed back to meet his touch; relishing in the few moments of firm but gentle massage. After my skin was sufficiently moistened and absolutely burning with tiny abrasions, he rose to his feet again.
"Hand me my belt and ask me whip your ass for what you did." Dad instructed.
I continued to squirm on the bed, reacting to the pain in my poor bottom. I slowly turned to the side, lifting my hand up to offer Daddy his belt and locking my tearing eyes onto his as I softly spoke, "Daddy I'm really sorry. Driving drunk is stupid and dangerous and I know better. Please whip me for that lapse in judgement." My face grew hot as I blushed furiously asking for my whipping. Dad held my gaze a few seconds longer before reaching forward and taking the belt from my hand.
"Now you keep your face in that pillow and stay in position. I want your bottom up high to meet every single stroke because you absolutely deserve this whipping. You can kick and cry all you want but don't you dare wiggle out of position or put your hands back to try to protect your ass. Do you understand me, young lady?" Daddy warned.
"Yes Sir. Daddy I'm so sorry." I meekly sobbed up to him as I repositioned my hips perfectly over the stacked pillows, elevating my poor bottom up higher for his attention.
"You will be, little girl.....you will be." He replied as he snapped the belt and took a step back from the side of the bed.
My stomach knotted at his response and my body jumped at the snapping leather. I tucked my arms underneath my chest so I wouldn't be tempted to reach back to sooth my bottom and I buried my face in my pillow.
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Daddy let loose on my thighs first with his heavy belt. He applied swat after searing swat to the already tender, burning flesh from my incredibly sensitive sit spots down to the backs of my knees and back up again. My body tensed up and I fought the urge to kick my legs as I sobbed into my pillow and tried to accept my punishment with grace.
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I relayed this to Daddy as he sat in the chair beside the bed listening to me and I lay still in position over the stacked pillows on the bed sobbing as I spoke, salty tears cascading down my cheeks. I watched Daddy's facial expressions responding to what he was hearing and it made me cry harder and I turned my face away and hugged tightly to the pillow at my face.
"Look at me baby." Daddy instructed, his tone of voice and wording pulling me to him as I turned my head on its side to cautiously peer up into my fathers' eyes once more.
"I am so sorry that you lost your friend. I *hate* that you had to go through that, Natalie. Teenagers do a lot of risky things but none of them should have a permanent consequence. I know you know from losing Danny, others in your life and more still at work that life is precious and in an instant it can be taken. Tell me that you've learned your lesson. Tell me that you'll not ever do this again. Please?" Dad asked as he stared deeply into my puffy green eyes.
"I promise you Daddy that I'll not ever do anything like this again. I'm so sorry Daddy, I'm so very sorry." I cried up to him, my promise absolutely sincere.
"I know you're sorry. I believe you. I can not imagine ever losing one of my kids. Natalie, I love you so very much. I wouldn't know what to do if anything ever happened to you. You're my little girl........and I love you." Dad replied, his voice and his words melting my heart.
"I love you more Daddy." I whimpered as I slowly crawled off of the pillows and over toward him. Every move I made stretched my skin tighter across my sorely punished bottom & thighs but I needed to reach my Daddy. I curled up on the edge of the bed and locked an arm around his thigh which rested against the bed. Dad leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me hugging me tightly as I lay on the bed sobbing. After a few moments, he sat back up but kept a hand cradling my head against the bed and I wrapped my other arm tightly around that strong forearm and just held tight to him. We sat there like that for several minutes as my crying slowed to gentle sobs. We didn't speak audibly, but we didn't need to, there was clear messages of love, regret, worry, care, concern, remorse and ultimately forgiveness being very strongly relayed between the two of us as he sat holding my trembling body and I curled around him clinging tightly to my Dad.
When I'd calmed down and the last tears had slid from my eyes, Daddy leaned in and kissed my forehead and swept the tears from my cheeks with his thumb before speaking to me again.
"Lay back over the pillows, young lady." His voice was soft but firm. I pulled his hand to my face and ran it along my cheek before kissing it gently and then doing exactly as he instructed. I restacked the pillows and lay over them, my poor beaten bottom again elevated into position for whipping, and I waited to see what more punishment he chose to administer.
He didn't spank me any further.......he simply left me laying over the pillows as he sat back in the chair and watched me. I absolutely loved this. My bottom and thighs still radiated heat and pain from my punishments and I would wince when a cool draft from the A/C caught the skin just right. But I layed there allowing the pain to truly sink in as I quietly gazed up at my Daddy before facing away from him, lost in my little corner of subspace, relishing this incredibly intimate and intense moment between us. I could feel his eyes on my body as I lay there and it is a feeling I absolutely adore. Belonging to him makes me the happiest girl in the world and sharing even the hardest of lessons and the most emotional of moments is a powerful bonding experience between the two of us.........and something I would not trade for anything in this world.
I had never felt so loved and cherished as I do now as this man's daughter...........I am an incredibly lucky and well cared for, happy Daddy's Girl. :)
My heart raced in my chest as I replayed Daddy's words time and again in my head. "You're not getting off with just a whipping for this Natalie Lynn, you're going to get your ass beat." I know my Dad says what he means and means what he says...always. I clutched the pillow tightly and laid over the pillows, softly sobbing and waiting for my punishment to begin. My bottom & thighs already a sore mess of properly paddled flesh.
"Hold this, young lady." Dad instructed as he laid his thick leather belt onto my hands directly in front of my face. I slowly ran my fingers between the two layers of doubled-over brown leather. I definitely have a love-hate relationship with my father's belt.
Leather itself is an enticing implement material; I love the feel, the smell, the sounds. Wood produces a more thuddy pain, where leather inflicts a sharp sting that radiates. Daddy always wears a belt but the one designated his 'whipping belt' is a formidable implement; it is very thick, heavy, well worn and it bites into my bare skin with a crisp sting that makes me whimper every time he whips me with it. It's effective in it's intensity and also because of the psychological grasp it has on me. I love the belt because it is *his*; it is always available and removed from his waist to deal with me when warranted.....it is quite literally an extension of my father and for that reason, I absolutely adore my Daddy's belt.
Any time Dad says I'm getting a whipping, I know his belt will be the first implement used and it makes me pout as I watch or listen to the distinct jingle of the buckle or it hissing as it's pulled free from its' loops. Watching helplessly as he rolls the sleeve on his left arm slowly, keeping his intense brown eyes locked on mine as I plead with my emerald orbs for leniency. He will tolerate this momentarily, his inner sadist enjoying the desperate look on my face though I know my pouting or pleading will get me nowhere.....still it is a common piece of our non-verbal communication during most punishments. After a few moments, Dad will double the belt over, securing the buckle in the closed palm of his hand and snapping the leather loudly causing my body to jump and my eyes to break our contact as I bury my face in the bed and await my whipping.
I felt the bed dip down as Dad sat beside me while I lay still, my bottom propped up over the pillows awaiting his disciplinary attention, my hands gently running up & down the length of his doubled-over belt, my cheek resting against the cool implement as I inhaled deeply savoring the smell of the leather.
"Ouch!" I squealed as my head shot up to look back over my shoulder at Dad as I felt an intense, abrasive sensation on my freshly paddled bottom.
"Quiet! I will *never* have to repeat this lesson to you Natalie Lynn, so we are going to make sure that this is an effective deterrent. I am going to ensure this is a lesson you will NEVER forget. Got it?" He barked.
"Yes Sir." I whimpered as I lay my face back on the pillow and gritted my teeth as Daddy continued this new, torturous act.
After a moment I realized that the abrasive, rough sensations were Daddy harshly working the brittle bristles of our bathbrush and then his new BBQ/grilling brush across my bottom. I have girlfriends whose Doms will run the bristles of their brushes over their bottoms before a spanking, but prior to this, I'd never experienced this cruel addition to discipline......it hurt. I imagine on my harshly paddled skin that even the softer bristles on my hairbrush would have caused discomfort, but Dad decided to use our bathbrush and then his grill brush.......both very hard, stiff bristles.......particularly that damn grill brush. I squirmed and struggled to stay still as he continued to scratch up my poor bottom.
"Owww. No Daddy pleassseeee!" I whimpered as he turned his attention to my sit spots and continued down my tender thighs.
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"I told you to shut your mouth, little girl, and I won't repeat myself to you again. Clear?" He warned after applying several quick, searing swats of the heavy wooden grill brush to my thighs.
"Yes Sir." I sniffled and replied. I lay quietly as Dad resumed very roughly scrubbing my burning flesh with the brittle bristles. I squeezed his belt in my hands and whimpered at this new, viscous sensation attacking my punished bottom & thighs. After another few horrid moments, the scrubbing subsided, leaving my skin sore and itching as Dad stood up and returned the brushes to the dresser top. A moment later he returned to my side and a warm liquid began to drip onto my sore cheeks and thighs. His strong hands deeply kneaded my skin. I flinched and whimpered but pressed back to meet his touch; relishing in the few moments of firm but gentle massage. After my skin was sufficiently moistened and absolutely burning with tiny abrasions, he rose to his feet again.
"Hand me my belt and ask me whip your ass for what you did." Dad instructed.
I continued to squirm on the bed, reacting to the pain in my poor bottom. I slowly turned to the side, lifting my hand up to offer Daddy his belt and locking my tearing eyes onto his as I softly spoke, "Daddy I'm really sorry. Driving drunk is stupid and dangerous and I know better. Please whip me for that lapse in judgement." My face grew hot as I blushed furiously asking for my whipping. Dad held my gaze a few seconds longer before reaching forward and taking the belt from my hand.
"Now you keep your face in that pillow and stay in position. I want your bottom up high to meet every single stroke because you absolutely deserve this whipping. You can kick and cry all you want but don't you dare wiggle out of position or put your hands back to try to protect your ass. Do you understand me, young lady?" Daddy warned.
"Yes Sir. Daddy I'm so sorry." I meekly sobbed up to him as I repositioned my hips perfectly over the stacked pillows, elevating my poor bottom up higher for his attention.
"You will be, little girl.....you will be." He replied as he snapped the belt and took a step back from the side of the bed.
My stomach knotted at his response and my body jumped at the snapping leather. I tucked my arms underneath my chest so I wouldn't be tempted to reach back to sooth my bottom and I buried my face in my pillow.
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Daddy let loose on my thighs first with his heavy belt. He applied swat after searing swat to the already tender, burning flesh from my incredibly sensitive sit spots down to the backs of my knees and back up again. My body tensed up and I fought the urge to kick my legs as I sobbed into my pillow and tried to accept my punishment with grace.
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Next my bottom came under intense fire. Daddy whipped me fast and furiously. He was definitely putting force behind every single stroke he gave me; as he had said, he was intent on teaching me a lesson I would *never* forget.
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The belt fell to the bed in front of my face as I lay sobbing over the pillows. I could hear Daddy moving around behind me and knew he was retrieving another implement of bratty bottom destruction. Within minutes he was again whipping my burning bottom and thighs.......this time with our heaviest leather strap.
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I twisted from side to side and my sobbing quickly turned to hard crying as that strap bit into my tender flesh. Daddy paced from one side of the bed to the other applying swat after swat in his methodical manner, a second or two between strokes........leaving me helplessly bawling into my pillow, fighting the building urge to shoot my hands back to protect my bottom, my breathing ragged and my heart pounding heavily in my chest.
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I twisted from side to side and my sobbing quickly turned to hard crying as that strap bit into my tender flesh. Daddy paced from one side of the bed to the other applying swat after swat in his methodical manner, a second or two between strokes........leaving me helplessly bawling into my pillow, fighting the building urge to shoot my hands back to protect my bottom, my breathing ragged and my heart pounding heavily in my chest.
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"Daddyyy I'm sorryyyyy." I squealed out as I choked on my constant sobs.
"You will be." He said again as he paced from one side of the bed to the other, leaning in to inspect my bottom and thighs, his strong hand lightly skimming the tight, hot skin.
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My feet beat against the bed as quickly as he strapped me and as hard as he strapped me. I stayed in position, still offering my abused bottom up to meet every searing stroke, my hands securely tucked under my chest.
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The strap fell to the bed next to me, joining the belt. My feet fell still and I lay there draped over the pillows crying and lost in self-lecture.......truly feeling the overwhelming sense of regret, foolishness, shame and guilt for what I had done. I knew Dad was right......I have a family that depends on me and would be devastated if something happened to me. I knew better. How could I have been so careless? So stupid? I felt absolutely horrible in that moment. I wanted to beg my father to whip me all day long......and even that wouldn't have been enough. My mind was drifting in dark thoughts of self chastisement so I didn't hear where Dad was or what he was doing until I felt him next to me again.
The bed dipped as he sat beside me. His strong left hand gently massaging my back as he spoke down to my trembling body.
"I spoke to your brother this morning. You need to apologize to him for putting him through that amount of worry last night. But when we were talking about your ignorant choice and I expressed my absolute disgust & disappointment that you would ever even contemplate doing something this dangerous because you see at work what this kind of stupidity does to people.......your brother said he was equally as dumbfounded by your poor choice, but his reason was more specific and he asked that I bring it up during your punishment. He told me to ask you a question and I assured him I would ask it, so here it is: do you want to end up like Danny?" Dad asked as I cautiously peered up into his dark brown eyes.
I closed my eyes and hung my head, crying into my pillow. That stung and I was again falling mentally into a dark hole of loathing. There was no question in my mind that what I'd done was ignorant but I was seeing right now just how selfish my choice had been. I could see the genuine worry and fear on my Dad's face. I had heard it in my brother's voice the night before. I can't even imagine how heartbroken they'd be if I had hurt myself or worse......and my poor son......I was so angry at myself for not thinking of all of this the night before.......every bit of this should have been in my mind and I *never* would have made the decisions I made.
I was struggling......bad.......and I knew Dad could see that. I didn't have to say anything to him, I didn't have to explain, I didn't have to ask for further punishment.......he knew and he immediately began to meet that need in order to push me past this point so I could forgive myself.
My sore bottom and thighs screaming as he again was applying the brittle bristles of his grill brush to my inflamed skin. The pain quickly brought me back to the present and I struggled to remain still and he roughly scrubbed the burning, tender flesh again and again. He laid the brush beside the belt and strap as he rose to his feet, retrieving the oil from the desktop and applying it liberally to my bottom and thighs as I sobbed into the pillow now damp beneath my face. After kneading the oil into my skin he disappeared across the room to the implement bag again. I simply buried my face in the pillow and waited, ready to welcome any punishment he chose to administer in hopes that the physical pain would help me move past the emotional block of guilt and shame I seemed to be stuck at.
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The extension cord bit into my bottom in a furious blur of searing swats that immediately raised thin angry welts all over my bruised bottom and thighs. The pain was intense and immediate......oil moistening my skin only made the pain more extreme. I stayed in position, my bottom still raised high, welcoming each and every painful swat. I need the release and Daddy was pushing me steadily toward it.
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The cord finally fell to the bed, joining the other implements next to my shaking body as I bawled uncontrollably. Daddy sat next to me and gently massaged a cool lotion into my properly paddled and well whipped bottom and thighs. His touch made me wince in pain but I loved every second of it and moved closer to him, welcoming each gentle caress as I cried. The combination of his tender touch with the intense pain immediately dipped deep into subspace and my entire body began to relax and I laid quietly and contently under his constant care.
After several minutes of rubbing, kneading and firmly massaging my swollen, bruised & welted bottom, sit spots and thighs, Daddy finally stood up and collected the implements from the bed and returned them to the dresser top. I laid quietly watching him as he moved throughout the room, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. I love watching him.....the way he walks, the way he carries himself.....intoxicating to me. He closed the lotion and oil and placed them back in his implement bag then walked to the wall and turned off the overhead light. Next, he turned off the lamp on the desk and then the lamps on each nightstand before pulling the chair over alongside the bed and sitting in it. The room was dark except for the ray of light coming through the peeking curtains and it rested perfectly on my Dom. I lay quietly simply looking up into his eyes and I continued to sob. His eyes spoke lovingly down to me, still firm but the wall had again lowered and was replaced with an openness I absolutely adore. They are deep and expressive and I could quite happily look into them all day long, my own window to his soul, straight to the heart of the man I love and admire so very much.
"Talk to me." Daddy finally commanded in a very gentle tone. I was still softly sobbing as I recalled his last question during my punishment, the one my brother had asked him to ask me. I spent the next 15 minutes telling Daddy about Danny.
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Danny was a childhood friend of mine and my older brothers. We grew up just around the corner from one another and all went to school together. He was an athlete. One of 7 children from a devout Catholic family. He was a good friend of my brothers and would often stay over at our house. He & I attended one of our 8th grade formal dances together though we never really dated, we were more friends than anything else.
Our sophomore year in high school, at the end of our spring break, a mutual friend hosted a huge party while her parents were out of town. There were probably 30 of us at the house party and all doing things we could only get away with when there were no parents around, as many high school kids do. We weren't the "bad kids"......most of us excelled academically, came from good families, were active athletes......just typical teenagers who liked to push the envelope. Late in the evening, Danny and his girlfriend Marissa got in an argument and Danny decided to leave. He was clearly in no condition to be driving.....not many of us were, having been drinking all evening. Despite several friends trying to convince him otherwise, he left. My brother, 2 other friends of ours and I went to follow him to make sure he got home safely.......and though we were drunk as well, the driver of our car was not.
We chased after Danny as he sped through our small, midwestern town streets. Just 2 miles from his house there is a sharp curve in front of a factory entrance and the speed limit drops from 40mph down to 15mph due to the edge of the curve & banking of that particular street. Danny was about a 1/4 mile ahead of us but we could still see his tail lights as he approached the Limit St. curve. What happened next was absolutely tragic. Danny hadn't slowed for the curve and took it traveling close to 70mph and he flipped his car.....multiple times.....we watched in horror as the car finally came to res on it's hood in the field in front of the factory. 3 of us in our car, my brother & I included, were fire department Explorers (junior firefighters) on the local department so we had emergency medical and firefighting training & certifications.
We ran to the wreckage of crumbled up metal as the driver of our car called 911 for help. Danny wasn't in the car. We found him about 100yds away in the field. We tried to help him, the responding firefighters & paramedics tried to help him, the doctors at our small town ER tried to help him.......Danny couldn't be saved and passed away that night as a result of driving drunk. We buried him the next Saturday......a day before Easter.
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After several minutes of rubbing, kneading and firmly massaging my swollen, bruised & welted bottom, sit spots and thighs, Daddy finally stood up and collected the implements from the bed and returned them to the dresser top. I laid quietly watching him as he moved throughout the room, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. I love watching him.....the way he walks, the way he carries himself.....intoxicating to me. He closed the lotion and oil and placed them back in his implement bag then walked to the wall and turned off the overhead light. Next, he turned off the lamp on the desk and then the lamps on each nightstand before pulling the chair over alongside the bed and sitting in it. The room was dark except for the ray of light coming through the peeking curtains and it rested perfectly on my Dom. I lay quietly simply looking up into his eyes and I continued to sob. His eyes spoke lovingly down to me, still firm but the wall had again lowered and was replaced with an openness I absolutely adore. They are deep and expressive and I could quite happily look into them all day long, my own window to his soul, straight to the heart of the man I love and admire so very much.
"Talk to me." Daddy finally commanded in a very gentle tone. I was still softly sobbing as I recalled his last question during my punishment, the one my brother had asked him to ask me. I spent the next 15 minutes telling Daddy about Danny.
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Danny was a childhood friend of mine and my older brothers. We grew up just around the corner from one another and all went to school together. He was an athlete. One of 7 children from a devout Catholic family. He was a good friend of my brothers and would often stay over at our house. He & I attended one of our 8th grade formal dances together though we never really dated, we were more friends than anything else.
Our sophomore year in high school, at the end of our spring break, a mutual friend hosted a huge party while her parents were out of town. There were probably 30 of us at the house party and all doing things we could only get away with when there were no parents around, as many high school kids do. We weren't the "bad kids"......most of us excelled academically, came from good families, were active athletes......just typical teenagers who liked to push the envelope. Late in the evening, Danny and his girlfriend Marissa got in an argument and Danny decided to leave. He was clearly in no condition to be driving.....not many of us were, having been drinking all evening. Despite several friends trying to convince him otherwise, he left. My brother, 2 other friends of ours and I went to follow him to make sure he got home safely.......and though we were drunk as well, the driver of our car was not.
We chased after Danny as he sped through our small, midwestern town streets. Just 2 miles from his house there is a sharp curve in front of a factory entrance and the speed limit drops from 40mph down to 15mph due to the edge of the curve & banking of that particular street. Danny was about a 1/4 mile ahead of us but we could still see his tail lights as he approached the Limit St. curve. What happened next was absolutely tragic. Danny hadn't slowed for the curve and took it traveling close to 70mph and he flipped his car.....multiple times.....we watched in horror as the car finally came to res on it's hood in the field in front of the factory. 3 of us in our car, my brother & I included, were fire department Explorers (junior firefighters) on the local department so we had emergency medical and firefighting training & certifications.
We ran to the wreckage of crumbled up metal as the driver of our car called 911 for help. Danny wasn't in the car. We found him about 100yds away in the field. We tried to help him, the responding firefighters & paramedics tried to help him, the doctors at our small town ER tried to help him.......Danny couldn't be saved and passed away that night as a result of driving drunk. We buried him the next Saturday......a day before Easter.
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I relayed this to Daddy as he sat in the chair beside the bed listening to me and I lay still in position over the stacked pillows on the bed sobbing as I spoke, salty tears cascading down my cheeks. I watched Daddy's facial expressions responding to what he was hearing and it made me cry harder and I turned my face away and hugged tightly to the pillow at my face.
"Look at me baby." Daddy instructed, his tone of voice and wording pulling me to him as I turned my head on its side to cautiously peer up into my fathers' eyes once more.
"I am so sorry that you lost your friend. I *hate* that you had to go through that, Natalie. Teenagers do a lot of risky things but none of them should have a permanent consequence. I know you know from losing Danny, others in your life and more still at work that life is precious and in an instant it can be taken. Tell me that you've learned your lesson. Tell me that you'll not ever do this again. Please?" Dad asked as he stared deeply into my puffy green eyes.
"I promise you Daddy that I'll not ever do anything like this again. I'm so sorry Daddy, I'm so very sorry." I cried up to him, my promise absolutely sincere.
"I know you're sorry. I believe you. I can not imagine ever losing one of my kids. Natalie, I love you so very much. I wouldn't know what to do if anything ever happened to you. You're my little girl........and I love you." Dad replied, his voice and his words melting my heart.
"I love you more Daddy." I whimpered as I slowly crawled off of the pillows and over toward him. Every move I made stretched my skin tighter across my sorely punished bottom & thighs but I needed to reach my Daddy. I curled up on the edge of the bed and locked an arm around his thigh which rested against the bed. Dad leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me hugging me tightly as I lay on the bed sobbing. After a few moments, he sat back up but kept a hand cradling my head against the bed and I wrapped my other arm tightly around that strong forearm and just held tight to him. We sat there like that for several minutes as my crying slowed to gentle sobs. We didn't speak audibly, but we didn't need to, there was clear messages of love, regret, worry, care, concern, remorse and ultimately forgiveness being very strongly relayed between the two of us as he sat holding my trembling body and I curled around him clinging tightly to my Dad.
When I'd calmed down and the last tears had slid from my eyes, Daddy leaned in and kissed my forehead and swept the tears from my cheeks with his thumb before speaking to me again.
"Lay back over the pillows, young lady." His voice was soft but firm. I pulled his hand to my face and ran it along my cheek before kissing it gently and then doing exactly as he instructed. I restacked the pillows and lay over them, my poor beaten bottom again elevated into position for whipping, and I waited to see what more punishment he chose to administer.
He didn't spank me any further.......he simply left me laying over the pillows as he sat back in the chair and watched me. I absolutely loved this. My bottom and thighs still radiated heat and pain from my punishments and I would wince when a cool draft from the A/C caught the skin just right. But I layed there allowing the pain to truly sink in as I quietly gazed up at my Daddy before facing away from him, lost in my little corner of subspace, relishing this incredibly intimate and intense moment between us. I could feel his eyes on my body as I lay there and it is a feeling I absolutely adore. Belonging to him makes me the happiest girl in the world and sharing even the hardest of lessons and the most emotional of moments is a powerful bonding experience between the two of us.........and something I would not trade for anything in this world.
I had never felt so loved and cherished as I do now as this man's daughter...........I am an incredibly lucky and well cared for, happy Daddy's Girl. :)
Definitely deserved this punishment, Imp. And it sounds like your Dom made sure the punishment fit the crime for sure.
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