06/28/2013
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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.
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