Sweet Surprise (Part #2)

*********DADDY HAD BEEN GONE FOR TWO WEEKS ON HIS ANNUAL FAMILY SUMMER VACATION. HE TOOK TWO DAYS AWAY TO COME HOME JUST TO SEE ME :) I'M SPOILED LIKE THAT AND I LOVE IT. I WAS FLATTERED AND EXCITED BUT ALSO NERVOUS BECAUSE I HAD TO BE PUNISHED FOR BEING A NAUGHTY LIL GIRL BY BEING MOUTHY TO MY DOM IN HIS ABSENCE......BIG NO NO. I WROTE THE PROLOGUE TO THIS SESSION (SWEET SURPRISE (PART #1) ABOUT A MONTH AGO, SO NOW SPENDING SOME DOWN TIME TO FINISH THIS ENTIRE SESSION SINCE I HAVE MORE PUNISHMENTS TO POST SOON AS WELL. ENJOY!***********

08/02/2013

I scrambled into the hotel room, discarding lunch and my implements as I texted Daddy our room number. Mere minutes later, a loud knock. My stomach sank as I approached the door. I opened and my Daddy rushed in, hugging me tightly to his chest. Oh how I l-o-v-e this mans hugs! He looked amazing.......a very nice tan taking hold in his short vacation absence so far and his smile melted me where I stood. Oh how I'd missed my Daddy. :)

"Hi Daddy." I sweetly greeted him.

He looked down at me with one of those 'don't even try the innocent act on me little girl' looks. He smiled briefly as he took my punishment list from my hand and finally greeted me, "Good morning darling daughter of mine. Go put your nose in that corner."

I stomped my foot in protest which got me a firm SWAT to my right thigh as I scurried off. I stood in the corner, shifting from foot to foot. I could hear Dad moving throughout the room, rearranging furniture I'm sure, selecting implements to punish me with. My stomach began to sink as his voice again echoed throughout the room. 

"Look at me, Natalie Lynn." I quickly spun on my heel, placing my back to the wall and watching as Daddy approached me quickly from across the room. His eyes were deep and expressive, set in that fim resolve they take on when he is preparing to take me to task for my bad behavior.

"Two quick issues we will discuss in unison. Both repeat offenses, we know I love repeating myself, don't we?" He quipped. I lowered my eyes as I responded softly, "No Sir."

His strong left hand wound in my hair and he quickly jerked my face up to again gain contact with my emerald eyes. My breath hitched in the back of my throat. I l-o-v-e when he is rough with me like this; it makes my head spin. I imagine it would turn me on just as much if he were to slap me across the face (in the right circumstance....if I had truly upset him enough to slap me, it would break my heart) ; his yanking my hair or pinning me in place is just such a primal demonstration of his physical strength, his dominance, his unquestioned power over me......I absolutely love it.......nothing quiets my mind any quicker and immediately fills me with excitement and wonder as when he is rough in his handling me. He held my eyes captive several moments before I got the nerve to address him. 

"Sir, may I speak freely?" I was careful to be respectful because I knew we genuinely disagreed with one of these offenses and I simply wanted to express my concerns/thoughts before simply being punished. We had, in all honesty, discussed this *many* times leading up to this moment.......there wasn't much else to be said, aside from another protest or whine-fest from me.

"Absolutely not! If I were you, I'd shut my smart little mouth, young lady." Dad barked harshly at me. His eyes narrowing at mine as my own began to tear up. I meekly acknowledged him, "Yes Sir. I'm sorry."

Dad wrapped my wrist inside his incredibly large hand and drug me behind him toward the couch. He sat and then directed me to my knees in front of him. I knelt quietly, submissively, reverently. His hands ran up and down the length of my hair again and again........clearly inspecting his property........he had given me permission just last week that I may be allowed to trim my hair a short bit. Though I'll never complain and *always* love when he runs his fingers through my long, thick, red hair and I'll always savor those moments, pressing my head into his touch, I knew very well that this attention was for the sole purpose of inspecting his property & determining if a punishment was warranted for going too far. After several minutes, he stopped inspecting and steadied his heavy hands on my shoulders, calling my eyes to his. 

I cautiously peered up at my Daddy, awaiting further instruction. 

"I think they took a bit too much in the length, don't you?" He asked quietly. I nodded and replied up to him, "Yes Daddy. I was worried it might be a little too short. I swear it wasn't intentional. I told my hairdresser that my Daddy didn't want it cut, he wanted it trimmed and I'd have hell to pay if she missed that mark." He smiled softly down at me, knowing full well that I absolutely did say that to the stranger attending to my hair at the salon that day. "Daddy I watched close and I paid attention and told her when enough was enough......it really looked great until she dried it and it pulled up some, shortening it more....and when I saw that I just cried. I'm sorry." 

A tear trickled down my cheek and Dad caught it with his thumb and flicked it off my face as he spoke gently to me, "You're not in trouble, I believe you. Your hair looks amazing and I love it just as much now as I did last month. It got a bit shorter than we planned, but lesson learned, it will grow back quickly and it is still gorgeous.....and still *Mine*. Clear?" Daddy reassured.

I smiled up at him and said, "Yes Sir, thank you." 

I knelt quietly as his feet watching intently as that dark wall began to rise in his expressive chocolate eyes, that sadistic flash that I can't ever seem to turn away from. To be quite honest, though it knots my stomach, it turns me on. I reached forward with my arms and locked them around his calves, hugging tight to him, knowing full well what was coming. 

"Now you listen to me carefully. I know that this is the first time we have ever disagreed with you being punished for an offense. I don't take that lightly, Natalie. I'd considered not even spanking you for this at all because I knew we disagreed. However, I listened to your explanation and thought it through for quite some time, Natalie Lynn, and I fully intend to punish you for it now and I'll tell you why. If we were new....if our relationship were in its infancy and the level of trust we've built was not here, I would never punish you for this for fear it would hurt what we have. But that isn't the case. You are my daughter, I am your Daddy and we have an amazing relationship. We've been together almost 2 years now and our foundation is incredibly strong. Do you agree?" He asked. 

I looked into his eyes as I confidently answered, "Yes Sir."

"You submit to me and to me alone.......I set boundaries to protect you, I hold you to high standards because you are MINE.......and quite frankly, I can. I agree with you that what you did by causing this worry to those who care for you was not intentional.......but it did happen. It could have been avoided and people you love, including me were scared to death for more than 18 hours not knowing where you were and having no way to contact you. I heard your explanation that you sent a preemptive email to lessen that worry but none of us got that message and thus we worried. You are a mother and you are MY little girl which means you don't have the luxury of not being reachable for almost an entire day, clear?" He lectured.

"Yes Sir, but I *did* try." I replied, regretting it as soon as it left my lips. 

"BUT? TRY?" He shouted and I slunk lower in my kneel. He grabbed my upper arm and yanked me to my feet in front of him. "Daddy I'm sorry." I quickly apologized. 

He yanked me to his left side and himself began to unbutton my jeans. I quickly went to help with the button but he harshly slapped my hands away. I stood there on my wobbly knees, feeling completely helpless having my Daddy removing my pants himself in preparation to spank me. Hot, salty tears began to tickle down my cheeks........I didn't want this spanking, I didn't agree with it, I didn't think I was wrong. Dad tugged my jeans and my panties to my ankles and then flipped me over his knees, lifting me into position and spacing his legs apart rendering me helplessly dangling above the floor now carpeted by my long, red hair.

"I know you don't feel you deserve this spanking. But I do. I hold you to high standards because I know you can meet them. There were other courses of action you could have taken to check in so we wouldn't worry, you chose not to, you chose easy and for that I am punishing you. Got it?" He scolded.

"Yes Sir." I answered back over my shoulder to him as I braced for my spanking. 

"And don't you EVER let me hear those words out of your mouth again. But?? The ONLY butt involved is this one I'm about to thoroughly blister for your carelessness and indignant attitude, little girl. And 'try'?? My daughter doesn't simply try.....she sets her mind to it and gets it done. Do you understand me?" He scolded. 

"Yes Daddy." I answered back over my shoulder as I sniffled feeling quite sorry for myself.

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Daddy wasted no time in lighting my little bottom on fire. I kicked my legs and struggled more than usual for me. Demonstrating my indignant mood in anyway I possible could.

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Daddy paddled me hard and fast with that small maple OTK paddle that my brother-in-law made us as a 'gift.' My tears fell consistently to my hair beneath my face but I wasn't making a peep........I was being stubborn, digging in my heels and not going to give my Dom the satisfaction of hearing my displeasure. Yes, I know, I was sort of being immature about this entire thing, but prior to this Daddy had never spanked me for anything we hadn't both agreed warranted one. In the grand scheme of things I knew it didn't matter because I have given Daddy that control over me and my behavior. I trust him and his judgement. If he sentences me to a spanking punishment, I will always submit to it......period. He is more than fair and I know that which only strengthens my resolve to submit. 

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"Stand up and go fetch my the bathbrush and vitamin E oil, young lady." Daddy directed as he swatted each sit spot harshly.        SLAP!  SLAP!

I quickly rushed to the dresser and brought back the oil and hairbrush to Daddy. I extended my hands to him and he just looked up at me, irritated. He rose to his feet and walked past me, grabbing his heaviest maple frat paddle as I realized my mistake and hurried to make it right. He grabbed my upper arm and spun my body, pressing me to his outstretched thigh as I apologized again and again.

"Daddy no please! I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Please let me fix it, please dont paddle me pleaseeeeeee." I desperately begged. To no avail, his left arm brought down one powerful forceful paddle stroke after another as I squealed. 

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"Owwww Daddyyyyyy...." I squealed as my hand shot back to protect my burning bottom. "MOVE IT!" He commanded. I jumped as he yelled at me and temporarily lost my mind, pulling away from him and crawling up onto the bed, begging again and again. The look on his face was a mixture of complete shock and a man preparing to meet a challenge. He quickly approached me where I huddled on the bed and quickly untied my body knot, laying me flat, pinning my body to the bed, my hands to the small of my back as he retrieved his heaviest paddle again in his strong left hand. 

"YOU know better!" He admonished. I had *never* pulled away from my Dad when he was punishing me....I'd never run from him.....he was *not* happy at all with my little protest. His arm swung down that wicked paddle in full force swats.......if I'd thought I was sorry before, I was definitely a sorry girl now.

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Daddy set the heavy paddle on the bedside table and spoke quietly but firmly to me as he returned to the couch and sat down. "Bring me our bathbrush and vitamin E oil, Natalie Lynn."

I slid off the bed, fighting the urge to sooth my absolutely burning bottom and thighs. Every move stretched my skin tighter and made walking uncomfortable. Tears cascaded down my face consistently. I slowly approached him and handed him the oil and the bathbrush from my shaky hands as I again knelt in front of him. Kneeling in front of my Daddy always seems to quiet my chaotic little mind. My breathing slowed and I finally gazed up into his eyes as I spoke, "I'm sorry I didn't pay attention, Sir." He smiled down at me, "I know."

His eyes pinned me in my place, kneeling quietly at his feet. I was still surprised at myself for pulling away and searching for the words to apologize for that seemed impossible as I gazed up contritely into my Daddy's gorgeous brown eyes. I finally spoke, softly, meekly up to him as I sobbed, "Daddy I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry for pulling away from you. I know better and I'm incredibly sorry." He studied my face for a few moments before responding softly, "I knew you were sorry the minute you did it. And I know it wont happen again, am I right?" I shook my head as I quickly answered, "No Sir, never."

"Now small lesson #2, related to lesson #1......only difference being you do agree that you deserve this punishment, correct? Tell me why." Dad ordered firmly. "When I came back in contact after you'd all been worried, I got defensive and was a bitch to all of you when I should have been more empathetic and realized what I had unintentionally put you all through and apologized. I didn't have to be a bitch to you all and I'm sorry for that, Daddy." 

"Good girl. That made me proud of you. I hadn't even had to mention this to you before you were asking me the very next morning to whip you for it. That shows me that you do get it and you do take what I am teaching you to heart. You do want to be better and you're beginning to hold yourself to the same high standard I hold you to myself. That made me a very, very proud Daddy." He spoke gently to me, his left hand caressing my tear-streaked face. "Now, ask me again." He directed.

I looked up fully into my Daddy's gorgeous eyes and blinked back the tears from my paddling as I addressed him, "Daddy I'm so sorry for worrying any of you and I did deserve that spanking, thank you for punishing me. But Sir I was a bitch to all of you and you'd done nothing wrong, you only worried......worry I caused. I shouldn't have been defensive, but I absolutely should not have been a bitch to any of you guys. I am so so sorry for how I behaved, Sir. Daddy.......please spank me." My face felt hot, my cue I was blushing furiously. 

Daddy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his kneecaps, getting literally inches from me as he spoke again, "Ask again. How do you deserve to be spanked? How do I spank my little girl when she is naughty?" He asked, his eyes flashing and his sadistic lips curving into a wry smile.

I took a deep breath and again spoke, "Daddy I was a very naughty little girl and I deserve to be spanked for being a bitch to all of you. I deserve a long, hard spanking on my naughty bare bottom. Daddy please punish me and teach me to behave better. Please paddle my bottom and thighs with that brush until I can't sit down anymore." I practically whimpered up to him. 

He leaned in closer and kissed my forehead before circling my wrist in his hand and guiding me first to my feet and then down over his capable lap. He sat back in the couch so as I lay over his knee, my face didn't dangle, it was resting on the top of the couch and my wiggling feet on the foot of the couch. 

"Get comfortable, young lady. You are my Irish bitch....no one else's.....and you're not allowed to share that with anyone else without my explicit permission. My daughter knows better and can control her temper. When she doesn't, she gets her naughty bottom paddled good, long and hard over her daddy's knee. So get comfortable, you're going to be here for a while.......until, how did you phrase it exactly? Until you can't sit down anymore......yep, that's going to be a while.......a labor of love, my dear." Dad warned.

I felt the warm, wet liquid as Daddy began applying oil to my sore, paddled cheeks. He massaged and kneaded hard making me wince, still sore from his heavy impromptu paddling. I savored his touch.......knowing all too soon it would end and a new inferno would ignite my poor bottom and thighs. 

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