08/30/2013
Daddy continued to run his strong hands through my hair as I sobbed into the blankets. I closed my eyes and savored his attentive touch. My bottom and thighs were so incredibly sore that moving seemed impossible....he had done a good job punishing his naughty little girl today. I slowed my sobs to mere sniffles and very slowly and gingerly slid across the bed toward my father.
As he sat on the side of the bed, I wrapped my body around him and laid my head in his lap, looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes through my puffy green orbs. He held my gaze and continued to stroke my hair, softly tucking it behind my ears and away from my tear-soaked face. He smiled down softly at me and I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, hugging him and sobbing softly into his perfectly pressed Oxford shirt.
"Ssshhh." He whispered to me and his left hand cradled my head to his chest and he kissed my forehead. I held tight to him, listening to the soothing rhythmic beat of his heart, and thinking back through each of the offenses I was just punished for.
"Daddy..." I started to speak, my voice audibly shaking.
"Yes?" He replied.
"I....I think I set a pretty horrible example for Lauren.....the texting and driving thing. I get on her all the time for doing it. And then I did it....sort of hypocritical. It's dangerous and stupid and can wait and I know that.....I don't think she totally 'gets it', and texting her when she knew I was driving set a horrible example. Didn't it?" I sniffled as I looked up at him.
"Yes, it did and I'm glad you get that aspect of the offense." He answered, studying my emerald eyes intently.
"Daddy.....w-will you please s-spank me for that?" I asked, barely audibly and blushing furiously. My bottom and thighs throbbing and my mind shouting at me to shut my mouth.
Dad studied my eyes a minute or two before speaking at all. He smiled softly at me and rose from the bed, turning and extending his left arm to me, as he spoke.
"Come here."
I placed my, much smaller, hand in his and he closed his around it, tightly enveloping my hand inside of his and drawing me to my feet. He walked over to the couch and sat down, softly taking me back over his knees. I dropped my left arm and took hold of his ankle in my hand.
His large left hand softly skimmed the freshly marked skin on my punished bottom and thighs. Then he did something that I can't ever recall him doing with me before.......he placed his right on top of mine and allowed me to pull it to my face......he cradled my head in his free hand, his thumb softly rubbing back and forth, as he began to spank me.
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He wasn't spanking me with even a third of his hand or arm strength, but after my previous punishments, it was more than enough and exactly what I had needed.
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He spanked slowly, methodically, evenly. Covering every inch of my tender bottom with peppering swats. He continued to cradle my face and I maintained my hold on his ankle in my left hand, and the back of his hand at my face with my right. I quite quickly and easily returned to my subspace as he continued to give me the spanking I had asked for.
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Daddy picked up the pace, but never the intensity. He would spank briskly for a half minute and then again slow to a more methodical pace. I didn't struggle or squirm, if anything I welcomed each swat. They stung, but were not unbearable and the way he was holding me simply made me melt. Fresh tears slowly trickled down my face and every so often Daddy's thumb would brush them away as he continued.
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"I'm sorry Daddy." I whispered back to him as I tilted my head in his hand to look back at him over my shoulder. He captured my gaze and held it.
"I know you are, baby." He spoke softly as he continued to swat my bottom.
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"I love you." I said as I pressed my face into his palm, kissing him softly, and then turning away from his gaze.
"I love you too." He said with a smile.
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After a few more volleys of hand swats, they subsided and were replaced with his gentle caresses. I closed my eyes, my face in his hand, and lingered in my subspace....content to do so and incredibly happy.
We spent the next hour or so together talking, as we often do post-punishment, with me either laying over his knee or kneeling in front of him with my head in his lap. He soothed my burning skin, he stroked my hair, he rubbed my back and he held me close to him. I couldn't get enough of it and didn't want to let go when our afternoon turned to evening. But after another tight hug and firm swat to my bottom, he did have to go home to his other babies.....and I to mine.....with a sore and properly punished bottom, a cleaner mouth and a huge smile on my face.
I adore my father, cherish our times together and am in love with being my Daddy's little girl.......even if he insists on whipping the naughty out of me. :)
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