Discipline of a Naughty Irish Imp: October 2013

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Spank Her Til She Knows It

10/24/2013

I came upon this pic during one of my spank-horny moments as I searched Google and Bing for my spanking, discipline & Dominance/submission fix for the day. :) Yes, I am absolutely addicted to my D/s relationship & the dynamic I share with my amazing Daddy Dom......he is my drug of choice.

This pic is adorable and touching.....the intimacy of the embrace is beautiful, the smiles speak for themselves, and the words are oh so true! Definitely resonated with me.

I read some spanko girls blogs and listen to them struggle with self-doubt or even self-loathing when they've gotten into trouble and earned themselves a spanking. It's a definite negative for them and that is clear in their writing. I guess I am different and just can't truly relate to them.

When I am in real trouble with my Daddy and I know I've disappointed him then it does effect me emotionally. I truly hate to let him down because he means so much to me and I am constantly seeking his approval. But I have *never* viewed my spankings as a negative for me or for us. It is a passion for both of us......we are spankos and we both have a very discernable discipline core to our spanko-ness. Quite simply......spanking and discipline is what we do. My most intense punishment spankings do effect me on an emotional level because I am struggling to get through the guilt or shame of my offense that precipitated the consequences.......but even so, every spanking I receive is a *positive* experience for me.

Obviously our role play spankings, maintenance spankings, just-because spankings, etc are a double positive.......we are indulging in our kink, enjoying one another in our own special world and all without the burden of heavy emotions from knowing I've fallen short of my Doms expectations for me.......it's truly a win-win situation. Love it. :)

My punishment spankings are a little different. The emotional baggage makes them more difficult for me. I hate to disappoint my Daddy. I don't like irritating him or annoying him or angering him either......but disappointing him is absolutely the worst feeling in this world. I have been my Daddy's girl for just under 2 years now so I know very well what he expects of me, what behavior is allowed and what consequences I will face if I fall short. Now any time I am in trouble, I know it immediately......as soon as I do or say something, I instantaneously know that I've crossed the line and am going to be in trouble.......I know it before I have even confessed to Daddy. Depending on the seriousness of the offense, my emotional reactions can run the gamete from simple regret to full-blown heavy guilt or shame. By the time I am held accountable and having to stand before my father on my weak, wobbly knees to answer for my misbehavior, we have spoken through what I did wrong, I've apologized multiple times and promised to learn from my mistakes and move forward doing better.........so the only thing left to do is to thoroughly punish me for my misdeeds to ensure the lesson sinks in, make certain I have tangible consequences to pay for what I did wrong, and provide the physical pain to guide me through the emotional turmoil in order for me to forgive myself and move forward knowing I am forgiven. So in a way.....my punishment spankings are actually a gift my Daddy gives to me.

I am often harder on myself than Daddy is on me......that's not to say he is a pushover.....far from it......he is incredibly demanding and strict with me......but he is a reasonable man and most often has forgiven me for my naughtiness before he even spanks me. I, on the other hand, will continue the internal dialogue like a broken record, replaying the stupid choice I made and lecturing myself for being so poorly behaved when I do know better. My punishment spankings are long, hard, thorough, physically intense and at times quite severe. They serve the purposes of allowing my Daddy Dom to clearly express his discontent with my bad behavior in a very primal way that leaves no doubt in my mind as to who I belong to and ultimately will always have to answer to.....and it serves the purpose of granting me a road to redemption, a way to pay for my mistakes, a physical consequence to cleanse my mind of the emotional chastisement. A gift......my punishment spankings truly are a gift.

I read other girls writing and see how they are in and stay in a negative mind space during their punishments.....I just can not seem to grasp that concept.

Even when I am laying upended over my Daddy's capable lap, my bared bottom & thighs being soundly paddled by our wicked bath brush, hot salty tears rolling down my cheeks......I feel loved.

When I am laying on the bed with my hips propped up by pillows, effectively raising my sore bottom & thighs up into the perfect position to be a clear target, looking back over my shoulder and locking my swollen teary eyes onto my father's dark brown orbs as he raises his strong left arm back over his shoulder and swings down with incredible force, searing lash after lash of that awful extension cord into my flesh as I struggle to maintain position......I feel loved.

The moments when I am standing in the center of the room with my jeans & panties entangled at my ankles, my hair a disheveled mess sticking to my tear-streaked face, eyeliner running down my cheeks, my bare bottom already ablaze from an hour or more of relentless spankings and OTK paddlings, my green eyes watching helplessly as my strict Daddy slowly rolls the sleeves up on his left arm as his dark expressive eyes silently convey an "I'm nowhere close to finished with your ass yet, young lady", then my body shakes and I plead with my puffy eyes as my ears hear the distinct sound of his belt buckle jingle as he reaches to unbuckle it and pull it free from its loops making an awful swooshing sound that sends chills up my spine and knots my stomach with regret, extending his strong muscular right arm to point me to the chair back or couch he wants me to bend over to present him his target as he holds the buckle in his strong left palm and wraps the thick leather around his hand a couple times leaving a good 3 feet dangling free and ready to rain down punishing strokes criss-crossing my already bruising ass & upper thighs with angry red welts as I sob out my remorse........I feel loved.

Punishment spankings are painful.......physically and emotionally.......but they are never a negative experience for me. They're a gift and offer me a chance to feel like I've made amends and paid for my poor judgement or impulsive decisions. They're always an intense exchange between my Daddy and I that connect us in a way nothing else comes close to. Always a positive. It is a need that I have that my Daddy understands because his own needs are complimentary to my own. I need to be held accountable, I need to have tangible consequences, I need to be roughly taken in hand, harshly punished & put in my place.......my Daddy needs to lead, needs to guide, needs to teach, needs to discipline, needs to shake his naughty girl back to reality, needs to hold her accountable, needs to administer the serious & severe old-fashioned corporal punishment I deserve and crave. Completely complimentary needs, wants and desires........combined with a depth and level of connection, trust, love, respect and complete adoration........*ALWAYS* makes even my most intense punishment spankings a very positive experience.

There is not much that comes close to making me feel as loved as I do when my Daddy takes me in hand. I always feel small when I am with my Daddy Dom.......and it is a very good sort of small. I feel loved, protected, safe if even from my own poor judgement, adored, cherished.......an amazingly good sort of small........a little girl in the presence of her profoundly strict but unwaveringly supportive & loving father.

I am cherished........I am loved........I am *His*..........

And he spanks me til I know it! :)

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The Only Acceptable Answer

10/16/2013

So Mama Suzy sent me this pic she made the other day...........it really is kind of perfect..........and I knew my Daddy Dom would love it & agree with it 100%.........and my good girl submissive core also loves & agrees with it.

But my naughty girl defiant bratty side couldn't help but think of all of the *wrong* answers I've attempted to use when my Daddy has told me to do something over the past 2 years. :)

Disclaimer: If you attempt to use any of these tid bits of bratty genius with your own Top, Dom, Master or Daddy.....you do so at your own risk.....I'm simply a stubborn, sassy Irish girl and I've had to learn a few things the hard way........and I PROMISE each of these replies earned me a "hard way" lesson.

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WRONG ANSWERS

1. How about no Sir? Nope. Negative.

2. Aww that's cute, did you come up with that disciplinary nonsense all on your own?

3. Get the hell over it.

4. But Daddyyyyyy.........

5. You're freaking impossible!

6. Don't you start barking orders at me mister.....I ain't feeling overly submissive today.....in fact, I'm feeling kinda bitchy......lecture at your own risk!

7. That's hysterical! I mean it is a joke, right? It's so ridiculous, you can't possibly be serious.

8. Are you retarded?

9. Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning?

10. Hmmm....let me think about that for a second.....yep, nope.....AIN'T HAPPENING!

11. Oh would you just shut the f#ck up, Sir?

12. I didn't ask your opinion; in fact I'm sweet & submissive enough to *give* you your opinion when I want it, Daddy. Okee dokee?

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ALL wrong answers........which in our relationship always leads to an incredibly sore bottom & thighs, lots of tears and a properly-punished contrite little girl apologizing to her very strict Daddy and giving him the *only* RIGHT answer:

"Yes, Sir."

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Corrected, Contrite & Collared

*********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 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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"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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