08/02/2013
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"Owww Daddyyyy." I squealed out as he peppered my moistened skin with that awful oak bathbrush of ours. It stung like mad.
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I balled my fists in the couch cushions and cried as he paddled my bared bottom fastly and furiously. All he had to do was quickly flick his wrist and the sting emitted to my wet skin was incredible. The bathbrush is a heavy, solid oak that packs an enormous punch. Just a couple dozen well-placed swats with it will typically see me squirming and begging for mercy........and my Dom *never* stops at just a couple dozen swats.....EVER!
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"Daddyyyy I'm sorryyyyyy." I cried out to him.
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"Pleasseee stop Sir, it hurtsssss soooo bad pleassseee." I squealed as I threw my left hand back to try in vain to protect my burning bottom from his constant assault.
"It is supposed to hurt, Natalie Lynn. You chose to unleash your mouth and be a defensive, condescending bitch to me and the rest of your family when we were simply concerned for you. I've raised you better than that. Your poor choice has consequences and those consequences are administered over my knee; if it hurts that bad, stop acting like a bitch." He scolded as he snatched my left hand away from my smoking hot bottom with his right hand, securely pinning it to my lower back as he turned his disciplinary attention far lower..........relentlessly paddling the backs of my thighs all the way to the back of my knees and back up to my fleshy sit spots for breaking the rule about trying to protect my bottom during punishment.
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Daddy laid the brush on the small of my back and slowly began to skim his strong left hand over the dark oval splotches left behind by that evil bathbrush. I cried hard as I lay over my father's knee, my bottom and thighs absolutely miserable. His right hand still held my left by the wrist to my lower back where he had pinned it mid-spanking. Daddy's hands are large, strong "spanker's hands"........he easily encircles my entire wrist inside of his hand........I thinks 'paws' would be a more accurate description of my Dad's hands. :)
He slowly began to massage more vitamin E oil into my punished skin as I lay draped over his capable lap sobbing incoherently. He would knead firmly causing me to flinch and then very lightly run his fingertips across my skin. I began to slow my crying to gentle sobs and raise my bottom slightly to meet his tender touch. I could happily lay over my Daddy's knee all day long as he alternated between harsh spanking and firm but gentle caresses. His touch sends me deep into my own little corner of subspace. Daddy released my wrist as he continued to massage my aching bottom and thighs; and my newly freed hand fell immediately in front of the couch and took hold of his calve. This has very quickly become one of my all-time favorite pre, during and post spanking positions........me lying over my father's lap, my hair cascading beneath my face, Dad's right arm locked around my waist, his left tending to my naughty bottom and my own hand securely clinging to my father's calve or ankle. It's a very reassuring feeling and simply adds to the intimacy of the traditional over-the-knee punishment position for me.
"I want you to go put your nose back in that corner, young lady." Dad softly ordered. I slowly rose from his lap and gingerly headed off toward the corner, still sobbing; my skin stretching taut with every movement. I reached the corner and interlocked my fingers behind my head, placing my elbows on the wall like Daddy likes me to do when I'm in the corner so I don't reach to rub my burning bottom.
I stood there several minutes as my breathing slowed and my sobs finally ceased. The room was quiet except for the humming of the air conditioner running next to me. I closed my puffy eyes and stood still. I had no idea where in the room my father was but I could feel his eyes on me. I smiled and pressed my bottom up and out to meet his gaze, relishing in the subconscious feel of his eyes on my body. The intensity of moments like this makes my heart race; I absolutely adore that my Dom and I are connected at a level so deep that I can literally feel when his eyes are on me.
A few moments passed and I no longer felt Daddy's eyes on me; nor could I hear him. My curiosity got the best of me and against my better judgement, I turned to look over my shoulder to see where he was and what he was doing. The moment I saw him, his eyes shot to mine and pinned me with an icy penetrating glare. He discarded the paper he had in his hand on the table next to the couch and quickly approached me. I stood frozen watching him close the distance between us and taking in the sight of him.....my Daddy is kind of gorgeous. Tall, athletic, broad shoulders, dominant jaw line, chocolate brown expressive eyes, chiseled biceps & forearms, long & muscular legs........the man is incredibly attractive.
As he reached me, I quickly attempted to lower my eyes submissively and return my face to the corner but he quickly entwined his right hand in my long, flowing hair and jerked my face back up to his. His eyes burnt right through me as he leaned in to speak into my ear in that deep, hushed tone that sends chills up my spine.
"First you talk back to me, then you run from me, next you cover your bottom and now you refuse to follow an instruction as simple as facing a corner?" He questioned, agitation clinging to his every word. He was right and I didn't have an answer or explanation to give him and before I could apologize, he spoke again, "And to think I had planned to place my collar on your disobedient little neck today."
My eyes quickly shot to his, pleadingly. He met my gaze and narrowed his dark, sadistic eyes at mine. I retracted mine immediately and lowered them as they welled with unshed tears of disappointment. His hand still entangled in my hair, he led me across the room to the bed and sat me on the corner of it before walking toward the desk himself. After taking a drink of his water, he returned to the end table and picked up the paper he had previously discarded and brought it to me, thrusting it into my hand and then returning to the desk and sitting on its top as he glared at me.
"Since you're so damn curious, little girl.......that is what I was reading. Go ahead and read through that list for me." He snapped.
I scanned the list and tears slowly spilled over my lids and trickled down my cheeks. The piece of paper I held in my hand contained the evidence of the only truly serious offense I was to be punished for today.........my blatant disrespect toward my Dom. My stomach sank as each phrase came back to me in a blur; ignorant things said in the heat of the moment, disrespectful retorts, words spoken under my breath, snippy remarks sent via instant messenger when I was pissed off. I wouldn't have *ever* said any of these things to his face but I knew I shouldn't have ever said them to begin with, regardless of my mood. I've made a comment here or there in the past that has come across as disrespectful and I've regretted each one and been punished for them.........the seriousness of this collective list was heightened by the fact that I had said every single one of these things to my Daddy within a 48 hour period of time a few weeks ago. Yes, circumstances were difficult and my mood was horrible at the time.........but I knew better and there is NEVER any justification for the things I had said to him.......period.
"Read it, Natalie Lynn." He demanded. I softly sobbed and hesitantly raised my eyes to lock onto his as I meekly spoke, "Please." My voice was shaky and trailed off after just that one word; I didn't want to have to say any of this to him, I was so disgusted and ashamed of myself.
"What's wrong little girl? You didn't seem to have any problem at all saying all of it on the phone a few weeks back. It didn't bother you or give you pause to type it to me then. Why wouldn't you want to say those things to my face? Am I a little more intimidating 5 feet from you than on the phone? Are you afraid I might slap you? Not funny any more, is it? Do you only respect me in person?" He shot off one question after the next, giving me no time to answer any of them; but again I knew they were rhetorical and not one of them required a response. I hung my head and just cried; I was so sorry and I absolutely hate when he speaks to me with this detached tone of voice.
Daddy approached me and snatched the piece of paper from my hand, looking at it closely before holding it just inches in front of my face and skimming over the entries, "Shut up? Fuck off? You'll get the hell over it? I didn't ask your opinion? Oh fucking well? Fuck yourself?"
I cringed at every phrase he uttered. I'll never be used to hearing him curse.......but I hated hearing him read this knowing each was something I had said to him in anger.......I was so angry at myself.......I know better.......this is my Daddy........my Dom.........the man I respect more than anyone else in this world.........how could I have ever spoken to him like this???
Dad was clearly as disgusted as I was and after reading through the entries, he balled the paper up in his fist and threw it against the wall before returning to the desk as I sat on the edge of the bed in tears of regret.
The sun shining through the window hit me straight in the eyes and before even thinking, I simply stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down. It hadn't even really registered in my mind what I had just done until I was startled by my father's booming voice as he shouted at me, causing my entire body to jump.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, NATALIE LYNN?" He yelled as he glared at me in disbelief.
I froze.......shocked at myself.......melting under his penetrating stare.......unsure of whether I should return to the bed or stay where I was or fall to my knees and beg him to forgive me. I could not believe I was being so mindless......so carefree......in the middle of a punishment.......the most serious part of this punishment, no less. What was I thinking? Apparently not enough about my predicament.....that's for sure.
Dad approached me slowly but with a resolve in his body and determination on his face that I'm not certain I'd seen before this moment. He stopped just short of me and extended his left hand as he glared at me. I cautiously placed my own hand into his and he very abruptly and forcefully yanked me up from where I'd sat. I was surprised at his strength, I nearly fell into him. He steadied me directly in front of him and just glared.
"I'm so so so sorry Sir. The s-s-sun was in my, my eyes and I um, I uh..." I hurriedly tried to explain myself. He raised his left hand and I bit my bottom lip, expecting to be slapped but he simply pressed his index finger to my trembling lips and he held my eyes captive. A chill shot down my spine and my heart beat rapidly inside of my chest.
"Your mind is clearly somewhere else. It sure as hell isn't in this room with me right now. I hope it isn't too far away or this is going to be one long and extremely painful day for you, little girl, because I fully intend to whip your ass until your senses return to you. Take those jeans off and get your ass up over those pillows now." He growled in a deep and low tone right beside my ear causing my knees to nearly buckle as my body shook.
"Yes Sir." I quietly acquiesced as I quickly stepped out of my jeans, folding them neatly and laying them on the dresser before crawling up onto the bed and positioning my hips high up over the stack of pillows he had centered on the bed.
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The room erupted in popping as he lit into my sore bottom with our heavy strap. The thick leather bit into my flesh at a fast and furious pace. My breathing was ragged and my feet beat wildly against the bed as I clutched the pillow at my face tightly.
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I stood there several minutes as my breathing slowed and my sobs finally ceased. The room was quiet except for the humming of the air conditioner running next to me. I closed my puffy eyes and stood still. I had no idea where in the room my father was but I could feel his eyes on me. I smiled and pressed my bottom up and out to meet his gaze, relishing in the subconscious feel of his eyes on my body. The intensity of moments like this makes my heart race; I absolutely adore that my Dom and I are connected at a level so deep that I can literally feel when his eyes are on me.
A few moments passed and I no longer felt Daddy's eyes on me; nor could I hear him. My curiosity got the best of me and against my better judgement, I turned to look over my shoulder to see where he was and what he was doing. The moment I saw him, his eyes shot to mine and pinned me with an icy penetrating glare. He discarded the paper he had in his hand on the table next to the couch and quickly approached me. I stood frozen watching him close the distance between us and taking in the sight of him.....my Daddy is kind of gorgeous. Tall, athletic, broad shoulders, dominant jaw line, chocolate brown expressive eyes, chiseled biceps & forearms, long & muscular legs........the man is incredibly attractive.
As he reached me, I quickly attempted to lower my eyes submissively and return my face to the corner but he quickly entwined his right hand in my long, flowing hair and jerked my face back up to his. His eyes burnt right through me as he leaned in to speak into my ear in that deep, hushed tone that sends chills up my spine.
"First you talk back to me, then you run from me, next you cover your bottom and now you refuse to follow an instruction as simple as facing a corner?" He questioned, agitation clinging to his every word. He was right and I didn't have an answer or explanation to give him and before I could apologize, he spoke again, "And to think I had planned to place my collar on your disobedient little neck today."
My eyes quickly shot to his, pleadingly. He met my gaze and narrowed his dark, sadistic eyes at mine. I retracted mine immediately and lowered them as they welled with unshed tears of disappointment. His hand still entangled in my hair, he led me across the room to the bed and sat me on the corner of it before walking toward the desk himself. After taking a drink of his water, he returned to the end table and picked up the paper he had previously discarded and brought it to me, thrusting it into my hand and then returning to the desk and sitting on its top as he glared at me.
"Since you're so damn curious, little girl.......that is what I was reading. Go ahead and read through that list for me." He snapped.
I scanned the list and tears slowly spilled over my lids and trickled down my cheeks. The piece of paper I held in my hand contained the evidence of the only truly serious offense I was to be punished for today.........my blatant disrespect toward my Dom. My stomach sank as each phrase came back to me in a blur; ignorant things said in the heat of the moment, disrespectful retorts, words spoken under my breath, snippy remarks sent via instant messenger when I was pissed off. I wouldn't have *ever* said any of these things to his face but I knew I shouldn't have ever said them to begin with, regardless of my mood. I've made a comment here or there in the past that has come across as disrespectful and I've regretted each one and been punished for them.........the seriousness of this collective list was heightened by the fact that I had said every single one of these things to my Daddy within a 48 hour period of time a few weeks ago. Yes, circumstances were difficult and my mood was horrible at the time.........but I knew better and there is NEVER any justification for the things I had said to him.......period.
"Read it, Natalie Lynn." He demanded. I softly sobbed and hesitantly raised my eyes to lock onto his as I meekly spoke, "Please." My voice was shaky and trailed off after just that one word; I didn't want to have to say any of this to him, I was so disgusted and ashamed of myself.
"What's wrong little girl? You didn't seem to have any problem at all saying all of it on the phone a few weeks back. It didn't bother you or give you pause to type it to me then. Why wouldn't you want to say those things to my face? Am I a little more intimidating 5 feet from you than on the phone? Are you afraid I might slap you? Not funny any more, is it? Do you only respect me in person?" He shot off one question after the next, giving me no time to answer any of them; but again I knew they were rhetorical and not one of them required a response. I hung my head and just cried; I was so sorry and I absolutely hate when he speaks to me with this detached tone of voice.
Daddy approached me and snatched the piece of paper from my hand, looking at it closely before holding it just inches in front of my face and skimming over the entries, "Shut up? Fuck off? You'll get the hell over it? I didn't ask your opinion? Oh fucking well? Fuck yourself?"
I cringed at every phrase he uttered. I'll never be used to hearing him curse.......but I hated hearing him read this knowing each was something I had said to him in anger.......I was so angry at myself.......I know better.......this is my Daddy........my Dom.........the man I respect more than anyone else in this world.........how could I have ever spoken to him like this???
Dad was clearly as disgusted as I was and after reading through the entries, he balled the paper up in his fist and threw it against the wall before returning to the desk as I sat on the edge of the bed in tears of regret.
The sun shining through the window hit me straight in the eyes and before even thinking, I simply stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down. It hadn't even really registered in my mind what I had just done until I was startled by my father's booming voice as he shouted at me, causing my entire body to jump.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, NATALIE LYNN?" He yelled as he glared at me in disbelief.
I froze.......shocked at myself.......melting under his penetrating stare.......unsure of whether I should return to the bed or stay where I was or fall to my knees and beg him to forgive me. I could not believe I was being so mindless......so carefree......in the middle of a punishment.......the most serious part of this punishment, no less. What was I thinking? Apparently not enough about my predicament.....that's for sure.
Dad approached me slowly but with a resolve in his body and determination on his face that I'm not certain I'd seen before this moment. He stopped just short of me and extended his left hand as he glared at me. I cautiously placed my own hand into his and he very abruptly and forcefully yanked me up from where I'd sat. I was surprised at his strength, I nearly fell into him. He steadied me directly in front of him and just glared.
"I'm so so so sorry Sir. The s-s-sun was in my, my eyes and I um, I uh..." I hurriedly tried to explain myself. He raised his left hand and I bit my bottom lip, expecting to be slapped but he simply pressed his index finger to my trembling lips and he held my eyes captive. A chill shot down my spine and my heart beat rapidly inside of my chest.
"Your mind is clearly somewhere else. It sure as hell isn't in this room with me right now. I hope it isn't too far away or this is going to be one long and extremely painful day for you, little girl, because I fully intend to whip your ass until your senses return to you. Take those jeans off and get your ass up over those pillows now." He growled in a deep and low tone right beside my ear causing my knees to nearly buckle as my body shook.
"Yes Sir." I quietly acquiesced as I quickly stepped out of my jeans, folding them neatly and laying them on the dresser before crawling up onto the bed and positioning my hips high up over the stack of pillows he had centered on the bed.
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The room erupted in popping as he lit into my sore bottom with our heavy strap. The thick leather bit into my flesh at a fast and furious pace. My breathing was ragged and my feet beat wildly against the bed as I clutched the pillow at my face tightly.
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Daddy didn't say one more word to me. His strap conveyed his displeasure with my disrespectful remarks to him from the weeks prior as well as his discontent with my mindless behavior during this punishment session. He paced from one side of the bed to the other whipping me harshly. The heavy strap wrapped around each hip as it danced all over my bare bottom and thighs. He would spend several minutes applying swat after searing swat to the exact same spot with surgeon-like precision causing me to squeal out before moving to give another area the same treatment. My tender, fleshy sit spots seemed to be his favorite target with that wicked strap.
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daddy kept his word, he strapped me until I regained my senses.........though I prayed repetitively that I'd temporarily lose my sense of touch as that horrible strap whipped my bottom and thighs mercilessly. If my Dom has one skill superior to all others in the art of discipline, it is definitely strapping a girl's bottom raw.
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I didn't bother to cry out my remorse; I simply held tightly to the pillow and cried into it. Daddy seemed to only find more upper body strength as the strapping proceeded. I can not ever recall being whipped so hard for such a long period of time. Don't get me wrong, I more than deserved it, but I was almost taken back by his stamina........apparently my Dom had been benching weights during his vacation. :) My bottom and thighs ached so deeply and that damn leather continued to fall again and again.
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My feet finally stopped flailing and I laid completely still, fully submitting to the balance of my whipping as I sobbed into the blankets. Hot, salty tears soaking the pillow beneath my face as my Daddy strapped my naughty bottom hard.
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The strap finally fell to the bed, next to my face and I felt the bed dip as my Dad sat next to my shaking body and gently began to massage lotion into my burning flesh. He took his time kneading the bruising and welted skin and I sobbed but savored his touch despite it aching. After several long moments of him tending to my well whipped bottom and thighs, he called me to him.
"Come here, Natalie Lynn." His deep, resounding voice pulling me to the present from its happy little corner of subspace. I slowly crawled across the bed toward him, his using my middle name causing hesitance. As I reached him, I cautiously peered up at him through my puffy, green eyes and he reached for me, enveloping me in his strong arms as he pulled me onto his lap and cradled me to his chest. I balled my fists tightly in his shirt and rested my head in the crook of his shoulder and neck as I sobbed. He ran his hands down the length of my hair as he rocked me, his steady heartbeat slowing my own and silencing my sobs. I laid in his arms for probably close to 20 minutes as he sat on the edge of the bed just holding me tight, rubbing my back, running his fingers through my hair, cupping my incredibly sore bottom. I love when my Dad holds me like this; I feel insanely small but in an amazingly good way........a very loved and protected sort of small.......a little girl in her father's strong arms.......loved enough to be held accountable......loved enough to be punished.......loved and cared for and cherished.......a Daddy's girl through and through.
"Kneel in front of me, young lady." Daddy firmly ordered. I slowly slid off of his lap and did as I was told. He stood and disappeared from my sight for a moment and rustled with a bag somewhere behind me before returning and sitting in front of me again. He gathered my long red hair at the nape of my neck and tied it. My eyes lit up immediately and shot up to meet his. He smiled softly down at me and dangled a beautiful leather collar from his left hand. Fresh tears again filled my eyes as I smiled up at him.
"I think a year and a half is more than enough, don't you?" He asked playfully. I nodded my head yes and softly answered up to him, "Yes Sir."
He tested the length three times before having to place another hole in the collar for it to fit snugly as my neck was too small. I watched him intently and couldn't wait for it to be placed around my neck. Once he was certain he had the length right he looked very firmly down at me as I knelt before him, the collar in his left hand as he spoke to me.
"Do you know how many girls in my 30 years of being of a Dom have *ever* worn my collar around their necks?" He asked. I shook my head no as his dark, chocolate eyes narrowed at mine. He held up his right hand in front of my face and made a zero with his thumb and index finger. I smiled and a tear escaped my eye and began to cascade down my cheek. Daddy reached forward and swiped the tear away with his thumb as he smiled down at me and spoke the number aloud, "Zero."
"Who's little girl are you, Natalie Lynn?" He asked firmly. I held his gaze as I confidently answered up to him, "I am your girl, Sir." He nodded his head slightly and then held the collar out by the buckle and gestured for me. I raised my slightly on my knees and submissively lowered my eyes to him, presenting to him my neck as he gently placed the collar around it and securely fastened it, ensuring it was snug and turning the buckle to the front. Tears slowly streamed down my cheeks and an overwhelming sense of pride overcame me as I smiled. After adjusting it as he wanted it to sit, he cupped my chin in his strong left hand and raised my face to his, staring intently into my emerald eyes and uttering one simple, perfect, all-encompassing word:
"MINE."
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