Uncharacteristic Naughtiness (Part #5)

12/06/2014

After several long, painful minutes of harsh and fast paddling with the heavy maple paddle Daddy finally discarded it onto the top of the bed beside my crying face. My ass and thighs were absolutely on fire. Every movement stretched the punished and bruising skin taut and made me flinch, so I laid as still as possible and concentrated on slowing my breathing as I heard Dad selecting the next implement he would mercilessly apply to my bare bottom.

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Having barely caught my breath at the end of the paddling, I found myself absorbing lash after searing lash of viscous leather. I could tell by the weight of the strap that it was our thickest punishment strap. The thing is truly brutal. 

My father had said nothing to me between the two implements, he just seamlessly slipped from on implement of naughty bottom destruction to the next. He whipped me hard with that strap as I cried incoherently into the pillows at the top of the bed. 

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My feet were again beating against the foot of the bed keeping pace with the burning strokes impacting my bottom and thighs. Daddy paced from one side of the bed to the other, leaving several dozen lashes in his wake. I could literally feel the angry welts rise on my already bruising flesh and I fought to stay in position as I cried. Multiple times I had to bite my lip to remind myself not to speak to or cry out to my father. He had warned me once now and I knew he had no sympathy for the predicament I had gotten my bottom into. And truly, as this offense was targeted at him, I had an awfully hard time even feeling sorry for myself as I endured my whipping. I had disobeyed my father and I had been disrespectful......I deserved every single lash I would receive. 

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After what seemed an eternity, the strap landed next to the paddle and I on the bed and again my Daddy disappeared as I cried pitifully into the bed. Only seconds later I felt the next implement stinging my flesh......the dreaded extension cord. 

THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK 

A dozen and a half merciless strokes found their mark and I was writhing on the bed as I lay propped up over the pillows. I turned my tear-streaked face from the bed and looked back over my shoulder at my disappointed Daddy. 

"I'm sorry Sir." I cried to him. 

"You should be. FOUR TIMES! FOUR DAMN TIMES IN A WEEK, LITTLE GIRL!" Dad barked. 

I quickly buried my face back into the pillow and tucked my arms under my chest so I wouldn't be tempted to cover my bottom. The cord is one of the most intense implements in our arsenal and despite my sky high threshold, it can and has pushed me past it at times. I couldn't imagine disappointing my father further now by interfering with my punishment. I had displeased him enough with the offenses themselves, but then my lack of obedience earlier in this session had just topped it off......I couldn't let him down again. 

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My legs fell still as I slipped in and out of my subspace and resolved to accept my punishment fully. Daddy whipped me just as hard with that awful cord as he had the strap and the paddle. My ass and thighs were a blur of pain. He intentionally varies implements during intense punishment so my bottom does not go numb; and I promise I was nowhere close to numb on this day. 

I still bawled like a baby into the pillow and blankets balled up at my face but my body fell still and I focused on the reason for this punishment, how my behavior would change to improve, and most importantly enduring this punishment and making my Dom proud of me once again. 

When the cord joined the other two implements at the top of the bed and Daddy sat next to me, massaging vitamin E oil into my sore bottom and thighs, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, assuring myself that my punishment had concluded. How wrong I was. 

Daddy spent the next hour solid simply transferring between the 3 implements multiple times. He would break briefly to massage more oil into my skin to ensure my skin did not break. And he stopped for 15 minutes to sit next to my shaking, crying body in a chair beside the bed and eat the lunch I had brought to him. But immediately after he finished, the sounds of a proper punishment were again echoing off the walls of the room combined occasionally with my cries or whimpers. 

By the time my punishment had truly ended my ass and thighs were a horrible mess of welts and bruising. It hurt to walk, to sit, to move. 

Daddy scooped me up and held me tightly to him as he ran his fingers through my hair, kissed my forehead, "ssshhh'd" me, rubbed my back and gently massaged and kneaded my punished bottom. I clung incredibly tightly to him, my face buried in his perfectly pressed Oxford shirt as I cried on his chest. I apologized over and over for my behavior. He reassured me of his forgiveness and unconditional love. I savored every second and slowly began to forgive myself as well.