12/06/2013
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A half dozen harsh swats from our heaviest frat style paddle connected with my punished skin. One to each cheek, followed immediately by two to each upper thigh....catching me just below the sit spot, on the fleshiest and most tender area. All 6 swats landed within about a 15 second span of time; literally one applied directly after another. I wasn't expecting this and my body quickly reacted before my brain could stop it.
I flipped onto my side, fiercely grasping my thighs in my hands and trying in vain to knead the awful searing pain out of them as I burst into tears and stared up doe-eyed at my Daddy as if he had just taken away my best friend or shot my puppy.
"If you think that was the conclusion of this punishment, little girl, you are sadly mistaken. This lesson has only just begun. I strongly suggest you get your ass back in position and move those hands before I restrain them." Daddy warned as he tapped the viscous paddle against his strong thigh and glared at me intently.
"D-Daddy p-pleasseee. I'm.....I'm sorry-y-y." I cried up to him, locking my teary emerald eyes onto his pleading silently into his deep, dark eyes. I knew it was a futile effort but I was struggling inside myself to stop stalling & soothing my burning bottom and to submit to the punishment I dreaded but knew I more than deserved.
"Ahh, I see. You're sorry now? Silly me, suppose I should put this paddle away then." Dad said as he narrowed his chocolate brown eyes at me and sat the paddle on the nightstand with a thud.
I was caught off guard by this and lingered somewhere between shocked, confused and scared to death as I watched my father pace around the room. He walked from one side of the room to the other, my eyes intently watching him and studying his body, careful to avoid his eyes each time he approached. His stride sent chills up my spine but it's allure was so strong that I couldn't turn away. The way he walked so tall, so confident, so measured.......determined.......like a lion stalking its' prey.......muscular thighs, clenched jaw, narrowed piercing eyes, broad chest, massive and powerful paws.......I was a helpless gazelle and the king of the jungle was closing in.
As he approached the bed this time, he didn't turn on his heel and continue to pace to the opposite side of the room, as he had the last several times, he simply stopped right beside the bed. My stomach knotted as I locked my eyes on his torso, too scared to even glance up at his face. Tears slowly trickled down my cheeks and I choked back my sniffles. He said nothing and neither did I, the only thing I heard was my rapidly beating heart for several minutes. My sobs became audible as his right paw unbuttoned and slowly began to neatly roll up the sleeve on the left arm of his perfectly pressed, bright white Oxford shirt. He left the sleeve neatly folded at his elbow and my eyes studied every vein of his muscular forearm as I sobbed softly.
Still not a word uttered and my internal sense of dread and remorse only heightened as I watched him cross his arms, now standing inches from me in an agitated paternal stance with his powerful arms folded across his broad chest. My body began to tremble and though I was stifling my sobs, the tears flowed freely down my face.
"Amazing, absolutely amazing." Dad said.
Confused, I quizzically peered up at his face, but the second I saw the fire in his eyes, I dropped my head. He was truly furious and I was the reason, the problem, the target. He very quickly took a large fistful of my flowing red hair into his right hand, bunching it at the nape of my neck as he often does, and roughly jerking my head back, forcing me to face him. His sadistically dark flashing eyes quickly took mine hostage and it took my breath away.
"Our last offense to address today, by far the worst.....you blatantly, openly and intentionally disobeyed me on an important rule I'd imposed 4 times in one week.....and despite the disrespect that showed me, you were content to continue doing what the hell you wanted to do. And now, when it's time for you to be held accountable for that stupidity, you choose to defy me." He summarized.
"No...no....Daddy....I...." I began, my voice breaking as I fought to explain.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Daddy shouted, twisting his hand in my hair tighter, eliciting a whimper. I closed my swollen eyes tightly and bit my bottom lip as my body shifted from a slight tremble to very obvious shaking. I hate when he raises his voice at me but this time somehow seemed worse than any other to me, at least momentarily, perhaps it was his tone or the harsh words he was using, whatever it was, it had me in an internal panic.
"I barely began to paddle you and you not only put your hands back but also got out of position. If that wasn't enough, you then spoke without being addressed, whined and attempted to stall the punishment you know you have coming. I didn't immediately react as forcefully as I realize now that I should have. I gave you time, several minutes for you to come to your senses and get your ass back in position and submit to me......and to my utter shock and amazement, my little girl, after nearly 10 minutes, clung to her defiance.......even as I stood directly in front of you, you did not even attempt to move back into position.......every single second you sat there, you were actively CHOOSING to DEFY me!! WHAT THE HELL IS WITH YOU, YOUNG LADY?" He barked.
"I'm n-not being defiant S-Sir. I-I just froze because I'm s-scared." I whispered through my now constant sobs.
Daddy narrowed his eyes at me again. His jaw clenched and held as I withered under his intense and penetrating glare. Tears cascaded from my eyes and my body continued to shake. After what seemed an eternity, but was likely only a minute or two of intense visual chastisement, he spoke again.
"Your being scared is acceptable and expected considering the severity of the offense, Natalie Lynn. You SHOULD be scared. But your defiance will not EVER be accepted. Have I made myself clear, young lady?" He demanded in an incredibly low but resolved and firm tone of voice.
"Yes Sir. I'm so sorry." I cried.
He released his firm grasp on my hair, he knew he had made his point and gotten my undivided attention. The second he let go, I quickly and quietly re-stacked the 3 pillows in the center of the bed and got back into position. I made certain to prop my hips directly over the fullness of the stack, elevating my bottom and thighs up high to accept the correction he would apply. I tucked my arms beneath the pillow that I buried my face into and focused on trying to slow my breathing and willing myself to behave and submissively accept my punishment. Hoping to gain not only his forgiveness, but his pride and approval after I redeemed myself for my lapse in judgement during punishment.
Drops of warm liquid fell to my skin and immediately after, the firm right hand of my Daddy Dom was roughly slathering it into my punished skin. I winced and bit my lip to contain my whimpers; my bottom was incredibly tender after those 6 searing paddle swats on top of the belt whipping and bath brush paddling I'd already received today. He didn't take his time and massage or knead the reddened flesh as he often does, he just quickly applied the oil and retrieved his paddle.
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He again paddled quickly. I inhaled sharply and bit the pillow, squealing into it. This heavy frat paddle is truly horrid. Daddy very rarely uses it on me, as it is reserved for only the most serious of offenses. And when he does choose this as his implement of choice for teaching a good lesson, he nearly always applies it in the traditional paddling fashion, that being hard measured strokes with several seconds, if not full minutes, between swats. That allows the intensity of the sting to truly radiate throughout my bottom and I absolutely dread the next forceful swat. But today, as he has done only a handful of times before, he was paddling me with this frat-style paddle in the traditional hairbrush paddling fashion, that being hard rapid swats connecting in a blur all over my bare bottom and thighs. It was truly miserable and I was struggling immediately again to remain in position.
I have always hated this paddle of Daddy's, from the very first day it & I were 'introduced', so it serves as a great deterrent, but my God would I do anything if that evil thing would just disappear.....like, say, into a fire perhaps.
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"Daddyyyy pleassseeee." I squealed back at him from over my shoulder as I balled my fists into the blankets beneath the pillow.
"Shut up, little girl. Cry into the pillow all you want to and feel sorry for yourself, but do not whine to me. You earned this. We are just getting started.....you can consider this paddling your warm up for the real punishment that's coming next." Daddy replied firmly.
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I again buried my face in the pillow and just lost it. I bawled like a baby and almost immediately gave up wanting my punishment to stop......if anything, now I only wanted it to continue. His tone of voice was dripping with disappointment and disgust. The way he spoke to me and the words he chose to use were tearing me up inside.
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He was detached, cold, determined......every ounce of the man had morphed from my loving father into a merciless & resolved disciplinarian. I was no longer struggling to merely accept my paddling, I was welcoming it. I wanted my paddling to continue and I wanted it to hurt, I needed it to hurt. I was desperate to endure every ounce of pain that my Dom chose to inflict. I needed to feel his disapproval and show him I understood the seriousness of what I had done, show him that I had learned the error of my ways, show him that I truly was remorseful and ready to again be his good girl. I crave my Daddy's approval and I need his forgiveness, his reassurance........and I knew the road I had to take to earn those things right now was to pay the steep price for the stupid offenses I had committed......beginning with this awful paddling. As determined as Daddy was to administer a memorable and painful punishment, I was equally determined to fully submit to it.
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Clinging to the pillow and biting my lip, I laid as still as possible and fought to truly feel every punishing swat he administered as I bawled into the pillow. An even mix of physical pain stimuli and emotional pain stimuli fueling my waterworks. I was quickly beyond my physical pain threshold and I suppressed the initial panic reaction to this rarity and focused on breathing to slip into acceptance. I didn't kick or flail my legs. I didn't twist from side to side. I didn't tense or clench to absorb the swats. I simply laid there, willingly presenting my bottom and thighs up high for Daddy to apply his disciplinary attention and his paddle.......and oh he did.......he absolutely did!
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