Half Dozen Offenses (Part #5)

08/30/2013

I quickly rinsed the soap from my mouth and slunk back into the room to again, face my father......this time, however, would be the most serious offense and also the most severe punishment. I'd dreaded this "discussion" almost from the moment I'd committed the offense. Daddy has repeated this lesson to me multiple times and it's a clear safety issue........my texting while driving. Big "no no."

When I returned to the room, my emerald eyes immediately locked on the heavy strap in my father's left hand. I felt sick. My bottom was already incredibly sore from the days' earlier punishments. I mindlessly twirled tendrils of my long, red hair around my right index finger and stood at the foot of the bed, stalling.....panicking.....sulking. 

"Get on the bed, over the pillows, now, young lady." Daddy directed in a low, determined tone of voice that sent my heart racing within my chest. 

I slowly crawled up onto the bed, laying propped up over the pillows, attempting to swallow the large lump that had appeared at the back of my throat....to no avail. I positioned my hips up high over the pillows, leaving my father more than ample access to his waiting target and I balled my fists tightly in the blankets at the top of the bed. I had barely laid my head on the backs of my arms when Daddy began whipping me, without lecture. 

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I inhaled sharply as the first volley of searing swats took my breath away. This strap is a lot heavier than my father's belt and always makes a memorable impression. Though there are not necessarily any set arrangements reflecting the fact, typically my Daddy reserves the most intense implements, such as this strap, heavy paddle, rubber straps or cords for the worst offenses. And being that this is a multiple repeat and a direct safety issue......it falls into the "worst offenses" category. 

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I clinched the blankets in my hands in a death grip and squealed into them. My legs kicked against the bed as my father picked up the pace and intensity of the strapping, aiming directly at my tender sit spots. 

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The pain was intense and immediate. Though leather typically is more of a sharp sting versus a heavy, lingering sort.......this strap is the exact opposite. It impacts with the atypical sting of leather but sinks into more of a thuddy, throbbing pain as is typical with most wooden implements. Not at all a 'nice' implement. 

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I cried openly though softly as my father whipped me. Eventually the strap fell to the bed in front of my face and I felt the bed dip down as he sat beside me. My breathing was ragged and my stomach knotted. He gently began skimming his fingertips across the burning flesh, causing me to wince, as he spoke. 

"Why am I having to repeat this lesson to you again, Natalie Lynn?" He asked. 

"Because I'm impulsive and impatient, Sir." I replied through my sniffling and sobbing. 

"Both of those are accurate assessments, but you are also MINE. Am I right?" He questioned. 

"Yes Sir." I whimpered. 

"My little girl knows better than to disobey her father. My little girl knows better than to risk her safety and that of others for impatience. My little girl knows better than to make her daddy repeat himself to her about such serious issues. I am proud of you for admitting the lapse to me yourself, because I wouldn't have known otherwise and that tells me you realize it is a problem that still needs addressed, so for the confession, I am proud. However, even your honesty doesn't negate the seriousness. You understand that, correct?" He scolded and inquired. 

"Yes Sir." I quietly answered as I closed my eyes and savored his tender touch. 

"Good. I have very little tolerance for you putting my daughter in harms way, particularly over something as menial as a damn text message. Do you realize what you mean to me? To the rest of your family? Do you understand how many other people depend on you? How do you think we would feel if we lost you? Because you were being ignorant due to impatience? You know the answers to all of these questions, as do I. I'm sick of repeating this lesson to you, young lady. Clearly your last punishment for this wasn't sufficient, so yet again, we will step up the severity." He warned. 

I felt a warm liquid drop onto each cheek and thigh, followed quickly by his large hand massaging and kneading it into the skin. The firmer kneading caused me to flinch but the softer massaging felt amazing. I slowly began to dip into my subspace as I lay there, replaying his words, softly sobbing. 

Dad finally rose from the bed and walked to the desk, searching his implement bag before returning to the side of the bed and throwing my phone to me. 

"Text Lauren and tell her you're now getting your ass whipped for returning her texts while you were driving." He barked at me. 

I peered up at him, searching his face as he narrowed his eyes at me, quickly removing my hesitation. I immediately took the phone into my shaking hands and began to do as I was instructed when a sharp bite landed on my thighs. 

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"Owww Daddy pleaseee......not the cord......pleaseee I can't take it." I pleaded as my hand instinctively tried to rub the sting out of my leg. 

"Shut your mouth! You deserve every single swat you get and you know it. What implements I use are not your decision to make. And you can and will take anything I say you will. Clear?" He harshly replied. 

Fresh tears cascaded down my cheeks as I finished the text and dropped my phone to the bed, again taking the balled up blankets into my hands. 

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I squealed into the backs of my forearms and cried hysterically as my father whipped me furiously with that damn cord. I knew I did in fact deserve this whipping, but that doesn't necessarily make it any easier to physically endure. 

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"Daddyyyy pleaseee, I'm sorryyyyy." I cried out to him. 

The whipping ceased for a moment and he tightly locked his fist in my hair and roughly jerked my head to the side as he knelt beside the bed, leaving us face to face. I instantaneously wanted to retract my gaze because his glare was truly penetrating. I *hate* this look. It is rare that I see it, but always equally heartbreaking. 

"I told you to shut your damn mouth. Do I need to repeat myself again, little girl?" He practically whispered, sending chills up my spine. 

"No Sir." I whimpered. 

He again roughly jerked my head, placing my face again on the backs of my arms as he stood and continued where he had left off. 

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From one side of the bed to the other, he paced, applying literally dozens of punishing lashes each time. The pain was incredible. The cord is always difficult to take, but applied to wet skin immediately following such harsh paddlings and strappings......it was certainly making an impression. 

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My legs fell still and stopped their flailing and I simply held tight to the blankets and cried softly, though uncontrollably. Each searing swat bit into my wet flesh like a thousand fire ants stinging my skin. I could literally feel each criss-crossing welt transform from the white impact to the angry red welt that would be with me for many days after. 

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The cord now joined the heavy leather strap at the head of the bed, mere inches from my face, soaked in my own tears. I glared at both of the horrid implements as if they were evil beings that had inflicted this punishment on their own.......oh, if looks could kill. 

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I hadn't even realized my father had retrieved another implement, until it was rapidly landing on my bared bottom and thighs. It was the last remaining implement to compose his trifecta of serious chastisement......his heaviest frat-style maple paddle. I had expended all of my energy and resistance long before now, so as he paddled, I simply lay still, propping my bottom up high over the pillows for him and submissively accepting every single swat without struggle or audible cries. 

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Daddy didn't paddle long, but it was certainly long enough. I couldn't even move without feeling the tightness in my skin as it stretched taut and elicited wincing from me. I lay completely spent over the pillows, my tears still consistently trailing down my face. I tried to slow my breathing and calm my crying, but felt an overwhelming tinge of guilt for again worrying my father and struggled for several moments to contain my muffled cries. 

"Ssshhhh." Daddy whispered beside my ear as he sat next to me on the bed and stroked my hair softly. I closed my eyes and pressed my head into his strong hand, relishing his touch, a smile slowly returning to my face. 

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