Half Dozen Offenses (Part #2)

08/30/2013

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"Owww Daddyyy I'm sorryyy." I whimpered back at him from over my shoulder. 

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The paddling ceased and Dad laid the brush on the small of my back and gently began to knead my pinkening skin. I savored his touch, closing my eyes and slowing my rapid breathing. He switched from firm massage to barely skimming the skin with his fingertips as I lay draped over his lap. 

"Going to study for the next exam?" He questioned. I smiled, knowing he couldn't see my face, amused at the irony of my father, the professor, spanking me for not studying. 

"Yes Sir." I answered softly. 

"Good girl. Now.....seeing as you spent the last 2 weeks amassing offenses, I plan to spend this entire afternoon blistering your naughty bottom.....minimal breaks. So.....my darling daughter......onto your next lesson." He said.

I sighed and turned my head to look back at him from over my shoulder. Our eyes engaged and I studied his, trying to guess which offense was next by the expression on his handsome face. He glared at me for a moment or two as I nervously chewed the corner of my bottom lip. 

"Next......our first repeat offense of the day. This one is an aspect of your most serious offense to be dealt with today, but warrants its own punishment. You were caught texting and driving earlier this week....that is your most serious offense; however, it is when you were caught that you committed the offense you're about to be paddled for now. Tell me, young lady, what it is I am referring to." Dad demanded. 

"I was mouthy to the cop who stopped me Daddy." I confessed in a hushed tone as I hung my head to escape his penetrating stare. 

"Bingo. You know it's wrong, You know why it's wrong. You know MY daughter is not allowed to be disrespectful to authority, particularly when that authority is correcting her ignorance. I am sick of repeating this lesson to you, Natalie Lynn. Do you hear me?" He barked harshly as he yanked my hair abruptly, again turning my face back to meet his gaze. 

My breath hitched in the back of my throat. I nodded my head yes, unable to speak. My eyes stayed fixed onto his, and began to well with tears. I truly hate seeing this look on my Daddy's face. It's a mixture of irritation, concern and disappointment......I absolutely h-a-t-e it! Dad glared a minute more before releasing my hair from his firm grip and taking the bath brush back into his large left hand. I again hung my head and grasped his ankle tightly, preparing for another hard paddling. 

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A flurry of swats connected at an incredibly fast pace. Every inch of my bared bottom and thighs seemed to ignite. I struggled to stay still......I knew I deserved this spanking......but my determination flew right out the window and in a minute or two I was squirming and howling over my father's knee. He completely disregarded my efforts and continued to punish my tender skin.

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He aimed directly at my sit spots and let them have it. The harsh, unrelenting swats fell in a blur as I struggled and sobbed hanging over his lap. Hot, salty tears fell from my emerald eyes and onto the carpet beneath my face. I squeezed his ankle tightly and just cried as he paddled me furiously,

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"Up!" He barked harshly.

I slid off of his lap and flipped the long, red hair back out of my face as it stuck to the tear soaked flesh of my cheeks. I very cautiously glanced up at my father, sensing the irritation still clearly evident in his tone of voice. His eyes met mine and he narrowed his as his jaw clenched. I quickly lowered my eyes in a silent offering of my submission to him, truly sorry for what I had done.....even sorrier for letting him down. 

"Put your nose in that corner, little girl." He instructed.

I slowly began to slink over to the corner, trying not to trip over the jeans entangled at my knees and brushing the tears from my eyes.

"NOW!" Dad shouted, clearly not pleased with the pace at which I was following his command. 

My entire body jumped, as it does any time my father raises his voice at me. I quickly scurried to the corner and stood as closely to it as I could, wishing it would swallow me up. I stood there on my wobbly knees, running through the remaining offenses in my head and dreading the coming consequences that I'd earned myself. 

"While you're standing there mulling over your behavior, little girl......imagine how this new lexan paddle that Brandon bought for us is going to feel on your bare bottom......I am using it for your next offense." Dad warned in an almost mocking tone. 

My tears returned and were again slowly cascading down my cheeks and I nervously began fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. Lexan hurts!!! A LOT!!! That paddle was supposed to be used for a fun, playful spanking.....at least for the first time.....it was NOT supposed to be introduced during a punishment! I pouted unashamedly and continued my nervous fidgeting. 

As I stood there, my mind racing, I could feel my father's gorgeous brown eyes on my body.......I knew he was enjoying watching me squirm and panic. While I love his eyes on me, I was almost annoyed with it at the moment as I knew he was enjoying my unease......and despite my not wanting to give him the satisfaction, I simply could not stop fidgeting & nervously shifting from foot to foot as I thought of that damn lexan paddle. 

"Come here, young lady!" Daddy ordered. 

As badly as I wanted to stay put, I was soon walking over toward my father.......as if I were being carried, clearly not under my own power......my damn legs were traitors and willingly delivering me to this cruel fate!!

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