Discipline of a Naughty Irish Imp

Monday, May 13, 2013

Daddy's Solution to My Poor Communication

01/04/2013

I drove down to meet with Professor this afternoon for a much-needed punishment session. I knew it would be a hard one. The main topic of this session is a problem that we have struggled with for a while now; communication issues. I will at times keep things from him, trying to protect his time or decrease his stress but he ultimately finds out and the worry created by my editing only makes it worse. Then I added two other communication related offenses in the last week between the holidays. I've been stressed out and overwhelmed and I have twice now said "shut the fuck up" via IM or text to him. Once accidentally (it was intended for someone else) but the other time was via my sister and was absolutely meant for him.....I just didn't believe she would truly repeat it to him.....she did.....big 'no-no.' I apologized profusely......but I knew it still needed to be addressed in person. I have *NEVER* and would *NEVER* say this to his face......certainly not without expecting to be slapped across the face for it. I respect Professor immensely and my mood aside, showing that kind of disrespect is not okay.......with him or with me.......we both expect better behavior from me and I had let us both down. Then I had sworn in court and accepted phone calls from someone I am not allowed to speak with.......both "no no's". The only non-communication related offense that was on my punishment list was my choosing to exceed his limit on my handbag purchases in the beginning of December. I'm allowed to purchase one a month, no more unless I have prior permission from him; I wrote about this offense in December when it happened (Addict VS Junkie).......I've not ever violated this limit before but when I did it in early December, I did it by a whole lot......4 times my limit.

He knocked on the door and my stomach turned. I walked toward the door, kicking my heels off as I did......I sort of like being shorter than Professor. :) I turned the knob and opened the door for him and quickly scurried away and off to the side, watching him closely. He stepped in, meeting my gaze before I looked down to escape. I stood still against the wall and watched quietly as he discarded his bag onto the dresser top and then he approached, stopping just inches from me. I hesitantly peered up at him and he opened his arms. I smiled and rushed to him, locking my arms tightly around his waist as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close. I held tight to him; a lot had happened since we last were together and finally being with him and in his embrace felt so good.....familiar.....safe. I suppose my looming fate and communications lesson may have persuaded me to linger in his embrace as well.......but mostly I stayed because I love how perfectly I fit tucked under his arms when he hugs me.

When I slowly let him go, he held onto my shoulders and held me at arms length for a minute or two as he looked down at me. I slowly looked up at him, my eyes searching his for a moment before he finally spoke.

"I'm glad you're alright." He said quietly, still holding my emerald eyes hostage. I smiled briefly and said, "I missed you......and of course I'm alright, I told you, you're stuck with me now Dad." He smiled at me and hugged me tightly again before walking toward the desk and picking up the copy of my Punishment List. My heart sunk.

"Well we last saw one another a month ago but that was for a roleplay. So I haven't actually punished you in two months.......so I suppose 5 offenses in 2 months isn't all that bad considering you used to have more than that each week. However, since I expect my daughter to be disciplined and I hold you to high standards, five offenses even in 2 months is unacceptable, young lady." He admonished. I began nervously chewing the corner of my bottom lip and fidgeting with my fingers. I could feel his eyes on me......his stare in scene is absolutely penetrating.

My downcast eyes watched helplessly as his feet came out from behind the desk and again approached me. I knew a hug wasn't on its way this time. He stopped just short of me and his large left hand reached out, tucking under my chin and tilting my face up to his. I reluctantly locked eyes with him again, my stomach in knots.

"Your five offenses, every single one of them, is a deliberate break of rules I set......limits you agreed to obey. That seem a bit unacceptable to you, young lady?" He asked. I nodded my head yes but didn't speak, relatively certain it was a rhetorical question. "Go put your nose in that corner, Natalie Lynn." He barked as he extended his right arm and pointed across the room. I slowly walked over to the corner, still chewing my bottom lip, my mind reeling. I stood facing the corner less than a minute before he spoke again. "Take your skirt off, and the scarf too." He ordered. I stepped back from the wall and slowly slid my black skirt down over my hips and let it fall to the floor as I reached for the scarf and removed it from my neck. I took both garments to the dresser top, folding them carefully before discarding them and making my way back to the corner........and there I stood........nervously waiting.

"Come over her to me now, young lady." He ordered at me from across the room. I slowly shuffled from the corner I'd been facing over to stand directly before him as he sat at his desk reviewing my punishment list. My stomach was in knots and I again fidgeted nervously with my hands. "Hands at your side Lynn; do you need a reminder of how to behave during a punishment before we even get to these offenses little girl?" He admonished. I quickly dropped my arms down to my sides and managed to briefly hold eye contact as I answered meekly, "No Sir."

He stood up from his seat and walked around the desk, stopping inches from me and he took a handful of my long, red hair into his fist and pulled raising my eyes to his again. "Am I unreasonable as your disciplinarian?" He asked. I was taken aback by the notion and quickly answered, "Um no." His grip in my hair tightened immediately and I quickly corrected my error; "I'm sorry. No Sir." He seemed pleased that I'd caught the slip myself......he has raised me well. :) "Do I micromanage your life? Do you have many rules at all?" Again, I peered up at him puzzled but answered, "No Sir."

"I see. So I'm a rational and understanding man who sets high expectations for my little girl but I don't bombard you with meaningless rules and regulations. So when I actually do choose to make something a rule or mandate young lady, I do it because it has become a serious discipline related issue. I put a lot of thought and effort into raising you, Natalie Lynn because my daughter will become self disciplined and lead a happy and successful life." He scolded.

I lowered my eyes again, he has absolutely gorgeous eyes......deep chocolate brown full of depth and expression. I love his eyes.......until I see *that* look.......then I just wanna run and hide cuz I know my ass is his.

"Look at me NOW!" He raised his voice to emphasize the last word. I jumped like I do every time he raises his voice at me. My emerald green eyes found their way back up to his. A stray tear escaped my right eye and I quickly tried to brush it off before he saw it but I knew he had seen it. I hate to disappoint my Daddy.

"Why did you do it, Natalie? Why didn't you just call and ask permission? I want to make you happy and actually, had you been a good girl and asked if you could exceed your limit on handbag purchases, I probably would have let you do it. Why didn't you ask me?" He questioned. I hesitantly peered up at him as I softly spoke, "I saw the sale was buy one get one 30% off but they had to be the same designer and I'd fallen in love with a Tignanelo and a Jimmy Choo, Daddy so in order to get the benefit of the sale I had to then buy two morehandbags from the same designers. I knew you'd probably agree to one extra since I've been a good girl but I knew asking to spend $3000 on purses in a day was going to get me a resounding N-O."

"You've not ever violated this rule before Natalie. It surprised me. I made you return two of the bags and you did that but I also considered making you buy and use a Wal-Mart purse for a month. You chose not to trust me, Natalie....do you see that? You were certain you'd get a 'no' so you didn't even give me the chance to do my job, you bypassed it, ignored me and deliberately disobeyed a rule you know you need. And since you didn't ask, we will never know if it would have been a yes or no.......however, I will teach you right now what happens when my daughter intentionally disobeys me." He had barely finished speaking when he encircled my wrist in his large right hand as he drug me along behind him to the chair he placed in the middle of the room.

He sat down and quickly flipped me down across his lap. His fingertips slid between my satin panties and my skin and in one quick, fluid motion he had my panties tangled at my ankles and he began peppering my upper thighs and sit spots with a hairbrush. No warmup by hand or anything.......right to that damn brush and oh boy howdy did it get my attention rather quickly!

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He focused every punishing swat on my tender thighs. I was squealing and kicking my legs in futile protest as he spanked. I felt the brush rest on my lower back and breathed a sigh of momentary relief.

"Which of us makes the rules in this relationship, young lady?" He asked. I sniffled and replied back at him, "You do, Sir." He nodded his head and then added, "Yes I suppose I do.....until my daughter thinks defiance is a fun game to play because she may not like an answer so she simply makes her own damn rules and breaks mine, right?" He barked harshly at me.

Before I could ever reply, that brush was falling again and again on my upturned bared bottom and thighs. He was paddling fast and furiously. I was openly crying by now and trying to squirm away from him.

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And again he laid the brush on the small of my back. His large left hand softly caressing my aching skin. When he mixes harsh, unforgiving swats with gentle and soft touches it dips me straight into sub space. I love his touch.....better than sex. He spaced his legs further apart, now raising my poor abused bottom even higher, making sure I lost all footing and my legs simply dangled now as I lay completely helpless draped across my very determined Daddy's knee for a hard lesson in obedience.

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I squealed out to him from over my shoulder, "Daddy pleaseee. I'm sorryyyyy." He didn't miss a beat, just kept on lighting that fire on my burning bottom and replied, "Nope, not yet, but you will be by the time I'm done with you little girl."

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Again and again that brush found its mark on my bottom or thighs. He would concentrate a half dozen extremely hard swats to each sit spot every few moments to ensure I was getting the message. I knew better than to put my hands in the way to protect my bottom.......I've done it once and oh buddy let me tell you, it is not approved of in this relationship. So I instead grabbed hold of my Daddy's ankle with my left hand and just held tightly to him, blubbering out apology after apology as he continued his assault on my incredibly sore bottom.

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"Now, back to that corner, Lynn." He ordered as suddenly as he had stopped paddling me. My breathing was ragged and my hair a disheveled mess sticking to my tear streaked face as I stumbled up from the OTK position with the help of one very solid and strong arm. I cautiously glanced up at Daddy, I needed a hug........I knew I Was bad and still had more to be punished for but I needed my Daddy to hug me........when he starts off a session harsh like that it tends to make me emotionally needy I guess and I need the reassurance. He recognized the look on my face and knew very well what I wanted.........but like any good father, he kept his focus on the task at hand.......teaching his very naughty daughter some much needed lessons the good old fashioned way.

"NOW!" He shouted. I cried and scurried off to the corner; knowing better than to press my luck anymore. I gently began to trace my fingertips across my tender sit spots, freshly paddled and absolutely on fire. I heard Dad moving around the room but couldn't make out what he was doing until it was too late.......his shadow appeared on the wall right next to mine and in his left hand was his heavy paddle (used for misconduct during punishments).......I knew I was gonna get it.

I quickly spun in a last ditch effort to save myself, still crying and pouting as best as I could. "Daddy please no please......I'm sorry Sir, I wont rub again,. Please Daddy?" I sniffled and looked up at him begging with my eyes. He simply spun me back around and then wrapped his right arm around my waist, kicked his leg out pressing me over his thigh and then used his left hand to deliver a dozen and a half searing paddle strokes as I squealed out my remorse.

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Then just as quickly he righted me up and pressed me back to the corner, my bottom blazing and my heart racing knowing we still had more lessons today to be taught to one very naughty irish girl by her very determined and resolved Daddy.

'OMG.....that was an awful, painful start to this spanking.' I thought to myself as I stood facing the corner, fighting the urge to rub my sore bottom. At the vast majority of my punishment spanking sessions, Daddy usually always starts my punishment with a firm hand spanking. I've never really been given a 'warm-up' so to speak, like many girls in D/s relationships, because even a hand spanking is punishing. I'm not a weak girl by any stretch of the imagination; I can take most any spanking with most any implement because I have a high tolerance for pain.....but as I said, even a hand spanking from my father stings.....a lot.

He has 'spankers hands'......very large, strong, hard hands swung down by strong, muscular, athletic arms......yep, a minute or two of solid swats from his hands is enough to start me wiggling over his knee.......definitely not a 'warm-up'. But today's punishment hadn't started as most do with his firm hands. Nope, today he went straight to the brush. And my naughtiness of breaking his rules by rubbing my tender bottom in the corner had just earned me a dozen and a half brisk swats with his heavy paddle. And this was just the *beginning* of my punishment today.......I still had 4 offenses to be spanked for. Standing there facing that wall, sniffling and sobbing, I was already a very sorry little girl in deed.

"Natalie Lynn, stack the pillows in the center of the bed and lay over them now." Dad's voice boomed out from behind me. I knew a whipping was coming, I don't recall ever being punished by Daddy without one, but just hearing those directions made my tummy turn with anxiety. "Yes Sir." I meekly mumbled as I turned out of the corner and slunk over toward my bed to follow his instructions. I'm always fighting myself internally as I prepare for a whipping.......naturally I want to stack the pillows as slowly as possible in a last ditch attempt to delay the inevitable.......but as I have learned the *hard way*, my father has very little tolerance for my stall tactics during a punishment and if he thinks I am moving too slowly, he will paddle me for it *before* the whipping commences.......so the pace at which I comply is a dangerous and delicate balancing act. The manner in which today's punishment had started off, convinced me to move quicker than I may have dared on any other day. As I carefully stacked the typical 3 pillows in the center of my bed, leaving one at the top for me to bury my face into, I ran through the four remaining offenses in my head trying to decipher which I would be getting this whipping for. As soon as I arranged the pillows properly, I began to hesitate slightly before climbing up to lie across them but I heard an audible sigh out of Dad and I very quickly crawled up onto my bed, positioning my hips over the stacked pillows to raise my bared bottom and thighs up into the right position for punishment.

As I lay on my bed, nervously anticipating the start of my strapping, I tilted my head off to the right side and lie on my pillow hesitantly watching my father's legs from the corner of my swollen eyes. As he moved from the desk toward my bed, I turned my face away and buried it in the pillow I had clutched in my hands.

"I'm not even going to waste our time scolding you for this offense, as it is a lesson you've had beaten into your bratty bottom every single damn month since October! Tell me, Natalie Lynn, which offense I might be referring to." Dad ordered. I knew immediately which offense it was, and my eyes began to swell with tears again as I answered him quietly. "I answered a call from and spoke to Rob again, Sir." Dad cleared his throat and paced from one side of the bed to the other a few times before speaking again. "Bingo. Tell me, little girl, after the whippings that offense has earned you EVERY DAMN MONTH since the fall, WHY you would do it again." Dad demanded, his voice hinting at his frustration as he raised the volume to emphasize several key words, causing my body to instinctively jump each time. I sniffled and replied, my voice notably shaking, "I'm sorry, Sir. I just wasn't thinking. I didn't do it on purpose....." Dad moved quickly to the head of the bed, wrapping my waist-length red hair around his large right hand and quickly jerking my head to the side so I would face him as he shouted at me, "STOP!"

His elevated voice again caused me to jump and him turning my face to him so roughly caused the tears to begin trickling down my cheeks as I very hesitantly locked my emerald eyes onto his. I nervously began chewing the corner of my quivering bottom lip as I fought to maintain eye contact. My father has gorgeous, deep, chocolate-brown eyes that become very dark and intense during punishments. He glared at e with his penetrating stare for a moment, his hand still firmly grasping my long locks before he spoke again.

"Don't you dare start the 'not on purpose' or 'didn't mean to' bullshit! Do you understand me?" He barked. I blinked back several tears as I very quietly responded up to him, "I'm sorry, Sir." He held my gaze another minute or two as I quietly cried, internally in a panic processing the fact that not only had he raised his voice at me and quite firmly jerked my hair so we were face to face, but Dad had just cursed.......and he *very* rarely curses......I could count on one hand the number of times I'd *ever* heard him curse.......I began to slowly comprehend just how angry I had made him........and punishment aside, I hate knowing I've angered my father. After another minute of his grim, resolved stare he very firmly again raised my head by the hair entangled around his hand and placed my face back into my pillow as I cried softly. I just wanted to apologize again and again and wrap my arms around him, crying and begging him to forgive me.......but I couldn't.......not now.........first, I had to pay for that extremely ignorant decision.

I felt the bed dip down slightly as Dad knelt on the bed beside me. I froze completely still, my breath hitching in the back of my throat, my heart beating so furiously that it was the only sound I heard. I felt a warm liquid on my right cheek and then immediately after, on the left cheek followed quickly by each thigh.........then Dad's firm hand kneading my tender skin as I closed my eyes tightly and my sobbing resumed as I realized he was applying the Vitamin E oil to my skin. Daddy only does this for 2 reasons.......#1 to protect my skin from breaking during an extremely harsh spanking and #2 to dramatically increase the sting of a strapping.......whippings hurt enough applied to a bared bottom.......but applied to a bare AND *wet* bottom?? O-U-C-H! I remained still, momentarily savoring my father's firm touch and absolutely dreading the coming punishment. All too soon, the bed sprung back as Dad returned to his feet, and I squeezed the pillow with all of my hand strength as I cried consistently into it.

"I should NOT EVER have to REPEAT myself to my daughter! And certainly not when it is a safety matter. Do you understand me, young lady?" Dad lectured. I tilted my face up out of the pillow to respond to him, my voice nearly breaking, "Yes Sir......I'm so sorry, Daddy......I'm so very sorry." Dad again paced from one side of the bed to the other and I heard the distinct SNAPPP! of leather on leather, which caused me to jump and quickly hide my face in my pillow again. "Obviously the last 2 strappings you've received for this haven't been enough of a deterrent.....I clearly didn't whip you long enough or hard enough, because if I had you would not have done it again.....if I had punished you sufficiently, you would have been a good girl and ignored that damn call.....because a good daughter OBEYS HER FATHER THE FIRST TIME! Correct, Natalie Lynn?" Dad shouted. I sniffled as I meekly replied back to him from over my shoulder, "Yes Sir." before hanging my head and crying harder. "Both of the last 2 times I've whipped you for this, you were a bawling mess curled up in my lap after I spanked you apologizing and promising me you'd learned your lesson.....and I believed you! But here we are again......and here is the same damn offense again......the same serious, dangerous, disobedient offense again! I'll make the promise this time, little girl......you thought you were sorry before? I promise you that by the time I am done whipping your ass today, you will never ever even contemplate doing this again. I promise you this will be the last time I repeat this lecture because I promise you that the two prior strappings you've received will be nothing compared to the whipping I'm about to give to you now! Clear?" Dad scolded, his voice deep and determined. I nodded my head as I softly answered him through my tears, "Yes, Sir. I'm so sorry." I felt Dad's hand again entwine in my hair and yank my head to the right, so I was again face to face with him as he spoke softly only inches from my ear, "Oh no little girl....you're not sorry yet....but I guarantee that will change after this." He immediately returned to his feet, again twisting his hand in my hair to place my face back into my pillow as I sobbed quietly.

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The leather bit into my sore, wet skin like a thousand fire ants. I instinctively kicked my feet against the bed as I cried into the pillow. I was now certain this wasn't Daddy's belt that was raining down swat after searing swat onto my bare bottom......I hadn't heard the distinct jingle of his belt buckle.......and this piece of leather wasn't quite as wide, and it was much much thicker and heavier. I couldn't figure out what he was whipping me with........it wasn't his belt and it wasn't our heavy strop........it wasn't quite the right width.......but it definitely was as merciless as our heaviest strop. Hard, heavy swats fell again and again onto my incredibly sore backside as I fought to remain still and accept my whipping like a good, obedient girl.

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Daddy strapped me fast and furiously with whatever this horrid leather implement was. I was soon choking on my sobs and my legs kicked the bed at a pace that matched the hard and unrelenting barrage of swats biting into my wet bottom. The sting built to a point *very* quickly that pushed me to my pain threshold and before I realized what I was doing, my left hand shot back to cover and protect my burning bottom.

"MOVE IT!" Dad shouted. My momentary lapse in judgement prolonged by the incredible rising sting in my bottom........I kept my hand on my bottom, disobeying my father and doing something I know I am *never* allowed to do during punishment. Panicking inside I quickly raised my face from my pillow and looked back at my Dad over my shoulder, begging with my puffy, green eyes as I pleaded with him, "Daddy pleassseeee stoppp. I'm sorrryyyyy Daddyyyy. Pleassseeee nooo more pleassseeee."

I knew simply by the look on his face that this little protest was about to cost me. Dad moved very quickly, encircling my left wrist in his right hand and yanking it up to pin it against the small of my back as his left arm swung that terrible strap down again and again hitting the exact same spot over and over again......my tender sit spots before whipping even lower, covering my sore, wet thighs with red-hot searing welts criss-crossing one another from the edge of my bottom all the way down to the backs of my knees. He kept my left arm securely pinned to my back as his left whipped my thighs mercilessly and I squealed into my pillow.

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The whipping stopped for a second and Dad laid the strap on my burning bottom as he took my hair into his left hand, turning me to again face him as he spoke, "Care to put your hand back here again, young lady?" I lowered my eyes to escape that steely, resolved gaze as I choked on my reply, "Noo-oooo Sirrrrr." He audibly sighed before speaking again, "LOOK AT ME, Natalie Lynn....NOW!" I cried harder, I hate when he raises his voice at me, and I hesitantly returned my eyes to lock with his as he began to scold me again. "Don't you dare defy me right now. You deserve every single swat you get. Keep those hands away from your bottom or you will be a *very* sorry little girl. You earned this whipping and you will submit to it even if I have to restrain you.....don't disappoint me and make me do that. Do you understand me, young lady?" His words were precise and they hit their intended mark. I have never misbehaved or interfered with a punishment to the point that Dad has had to restrain me, past the point of pinning my hand to my back a handful of times.......and if there is anything I *hate* more than angering my father, it is disappointing him. I slowed my breathing and focused on keeping my shaky voice from breaking as I softly but confidently replied, "Yes, Sir." Dad released my hand from his strong grip and I quickly brought it back up and tucked it under the pillow.

Dad let go of my hair and again the bed dipped as he sat beside my trembling body and applied more Vitamin E oil to my welted bottom before again rising to his feet to resume my whipping. I remained still and in position......and as difficult as it was to endure the punishment strapping, I knew I more than deserved it. And just as determined as my father was to ensure I was properly punished for what I had done, I was equally as determined to submit to him and accept my well-deserved whipping like a good, obedient daughter......I could not disappoint him, regardless of the cost to my aching bottom.

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Dad paced from one side of the bed to the other, whipping me more slowly than he had just whipped my thighs for my disobedience. He settled into his typical, methodical pace that he straps me at......about a swat every second or two. Hard, deliberate swats fell again and again on my wet bottom and every tenth swat or so he would again connect with my sorely punished upper thighs. I gripped the pillow tightly in my balled-up fists and my tears rained down, soaking the pillow as I fought back the audible sobs and remained still, nearly quiet and in position.

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After several dozen more swats, Dad began to lecture me as he continued to whip me, slower still but more deliberately, harder and with purpose to emphasize his scolding.

"Do you" WHACK! "have any idea how dangerous" WHACK! "that man is?" WHACK!

I nodded my head and whispered, "Yes Sir."

"Do you realize" WHACK! "how much you mean to me," WHACK! "how much I love you?" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I sniffled, my heart aching as much as my poor bottom, "Yes, Sir."

"I don't like to repeat myself" WHACK! WHACK!

"but this is more than that." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"I don't like to have to be" WHACK! WHACK!

"this harsh with you, Natalie Lynn." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"But I will be this harsh with you" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"if it keeps you from contact with that man." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"And I will be this harsh with you," WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"if it keeps MY little girl safe." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Daddies protect their babies," WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"and you are MINE" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"MY baby....MY daughter.....MY little girl...." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"I will protect MY little girl even if it is from her own stubborn will," WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"even if it means I have to whip your ass like this," WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"I'll do it if I have to Natalie Lynn, because you are MINE" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"and I'll protect MY little girl, because I love you." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I turned my head to look back at my father over my shoulder as I spoke to him through my tears. "I'm so sorry, Daddy....I love you too.....and I am so very sorry." I locked my eyes onto his and held his gaze for several long moments as his dark, expressive eyes chastised me for again allowing my temper to let me make a dangerous, impulsive decision that could have risked my safety. I finally stopped feeling sorry for my poor bottom and began to focus on the worry and concern I had caused my Daddy. The exasperation, the frustration, the genuine worry, fear, concern and love were all written all over his face.......I felt so incredibly guilty and ashamed of myself in that moment........and I know my father saw that shame and guilt on my face because he asked me a question that he rarely does but that most *always* will have the same answer and will always make me cry harder.

"Do you think you've been punished enough for what you did?" Dad asked softly as his deep, resolved eyes softened for just a brief second. Tears streamed down my face consistently as I argued with myself internally. My bottom was so very sore and I still had 3 offenses to be spanked for today..........but I felt so incredibly ashamed of myself for being so selfish and impulsive that I'd not only disobeyed my father but caused him genuine fear for my safety......I knew in my heart the right answer I needed to give to him........I just had to force my mouth to say it. I took a deep breath and finally replied, "No, Sir.....I haven't been punished nearly enough for what I did.......I deserve more, Sir."

Dad's face softened for a second as he looked down into my swollen green eyes with an expression that told me that he felt I had been punished enough now but he was proud of me for being honest in saying I felt I deserved more. His right hand cupped my tear-streaked face and he swiped at a stray tear with his thumb as he softly spoke to me, "Good girl for being honest......face back to your pillow." I smiled softly and immediately obeyed him as he picked the strap up again.

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Dad didn't say another word.....he didn't have to. He simply continued to whip my bottom and thighs.....applying several dozen more swats with that strap......not nearly as hard or as fast as he had previously, but still very firmly.......he whipped me now as a loving father who truly felt he had punished his little girl enough but knew in order for me to forgive myself, he had to punish me more. I laid completely still, no kicking or struggling.....my tears ran freely but audibly I was very quiet and stoic.....I kept my bottom propped up high over the pillow stack, almost welcoming each and every searing bite of that thick, supple leather.......I focused purely on the pain radiating throughout my bottom and thighs, intending to feel every single swat and knowing I deserved them.

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After a few dozen more punishing swats, Daddy laid the strap by my face and I saw for the first time what he had been whipping me with. A new heavy, double strap from London Tanners. Oh how that thing stung!! The bed dipped slightly as my father sat next to me and slowly, gently massaged my aching skin. Though it hurt, I savored his touch. His strong hands can easily transform from hard, heavy, stinging implements of bratty bottom destruction into the strong, gentle, loving hands of a caring father softly kneading or caressing my sore skin. The combination of merciless leather biting into my naughty bottom followed by my father's firm but gentle touch always dips me into an amazing subspace. I slowed my breathing as Dad gently massaged and kneaded the oil into my incredibly tender skin for several moments before he again stood up and spoke to me.

"Come here, Natalie Lynn." His voice was soft but still very notably firm. I slowly and gingerly slid off of the bed and flipped my hair back from my face as I looked cautiously up at my father and approached him. As I reached him he extended his arms again and I quickly melted into them as they closed tightly around me, pulling me into a tight hug. I sobbed softly against his chest and whispered up to him, "Daddy I'm so sorry I worried you and disobeyed you.....I'm so very very sorry...." He held me tightly to him and spoke softly down to me, "Ssshhh.....I know......I know."

I lingered in his embrace another minute or two before he directed me back to the corner to await my next offense's lecture and punishment.......and I scurried off to the corner at his first command like a good, submissive, obedient little girl.

"Back over the pillow." Dad called to me as I stood facing the corner, fighting the urge to rub the sting out of my bottom. I turned from the corner and made my way back over to my bed and slowly crawled up, positioning my hips over the stacked pillows and awaiting my next punishment.

"Unfortunately for you, young lady, this next lesson is also a repeat. And one I particularly dislike." Dad warned, as he paced from one side of the bed to the other. "You got angry at Brad and retaliated against him because he informed me of your behavior and you knew I'd be upset at you. Correct?" He asked, his tone of voice hinting at his irritation with me. "Yes Sir." I quietly answered.

I felt Daddy's hand stroking my long hair, and leaned my head into his touch. "Look at me, Natalie." His voice called to me. I slowly tilted my head to my right and looked into his dark brown eyes as he knelt next to the bed. He didn't say anything at first, just watched me as I peered up at him and tried to fight the urge to turn away from his penetrating stare. His lips were pressed into a hard line, his eyes dark and intense, his dominant jaw set and the unmistakable disappointment mirrored on his face. I hate this look.

"What you had done by again talking to Rob was bad enough.......but the fact that I had to be told by someone else made it far worse. You didn't tell me yourself......you knew it would upset me and so you chose to hide it from me. Brad had to tell me instead of my daughter confessing on her own. You lied by omission, do you see that?" He questioned. I sighed softly as I responded, "I do now Sir. I didn't then, I was just scared." He watched me closely as he asked, "Scared of what? Do you not trust me?" I answered immediately, my voice shaking, "No Daddy, that's not it, you know I trust you. I just hate to disappoint you and I knew I had." He nodded his head, "I know you don't like to disappoint me, Natalie Lynn, but do you see how hiding it from me only made that disappointment worse?" I nodded my head yes and whispered a, "Yes Sir. I'm sorry." His eyes narrowed at mine as I held back the tears that were anxious to fall.

"You can not pick and choose what you tell me, Natalie Lynn. Especially when it is a behavior issue. We've discussed this before. You do NOT edit information from me. You are my daughter, my little girl and YOU should have told me. You can not hide important things from me because you're afraid of the consequences, because when you do, you make it worse. I always find out, and you know that. Got it?" He asked, his voice menacingly soft. I meekly responded up to him, "Yes Sir. I'm so sorry." His eyes again narrowed as he scanned mine, I felt absolutely horrible for hiding this from my Dad and I hoped he could see that on my face.

I had never meant to displease him further, and the couple days between the offense and him finding out had been incredibly difficult for me. Dad and I talk most every day and knowing I was hiding something from him had almost driven me crazy. I had to be careful what I said to him and I just felt so disgusted with myself because I knew what I was doing was wrong, still I just couldn't bring myself to confess. It ate away at me for 3 days until Brad emailed my Dad and filled him in on what I'd done. Daddy had tried to call me immediately and I had watched as my phone rang out his ringtone again and again before sending him to voicemail.....I was dodging the inevitable but I simply couldn't bring myself to hear the displeasure in his voice. After trying unsuccessfully to reach me several times by phone, my father sent me a message telling me to call him....NOW! My stomach sinks and I jump when my father raises his voice at me, and his using all caps in text has the same effect on me. I knew my goose was cooked and it was time to fess up. I cried throughout the entire phone conversation that day and had dreaded having to face him in person for this offense......and now it was time to pay for that lapse in judgement.

"You were just punished for the initial offense of speaking to that man again after I had forbid any contact with him. But now, you're going to be punished for choosing to hide that from me and retaliating when Brad told me what YOU SHOULD HAVE. Clear, young lady?" Dad barked. My eyes stayed focused on his, and a tear escaped my left eye and slowly cascaded down my cheek as I spoke, "Yes Sir. I promise it wont happen again. I really am sorry, Sir." He slowly stood back up, his eyes never leaving mine as he replied, "I know Natalie, I believe that you are truly sorry, but I still have to punish you for doing it. And hopefully the combination of how bad you've felt for hiding this from me and this whipping will ensure that it doesn't happen again. My daughter will NOT keep things from me. Do you understand me?" Another tear slid down my cheek and I sniffled as I answered up to him, "Yes Sir."

I watched as Daddy picked up the Vitamin E oil from the desk and approached the bed before it dipped down as he sat next to me. I closed my eyes and savored his firm touch as he slowly and methodically rubbed and kneaded my incredibly sore bottom and upper thighs as he applied the warm oil to my skin again. All too soon, he stood again, my bottom and thighs moistened with the oil as he sat the bottle back on the desk top before again approaching me. As sore as I already was from the start of my session today, I was almost eager for this portion of my punishment because I had truly felt ashamed of myself for hiding my action from my Dad and that guilt was heavy on my shoulders......I was more than ready to accept my punishment and move past this knowing I'd paid for it and had been forgiven.

"Because you lashed out at Bradley for informing me of your naughty behavior, I think it's fitting that I use one of the implements he gave to us as a gift for this punishment.....don't you, little girl?" Dad asked as he walked toward the dresser. I laid my face in my pillow, momentarily running through the three implements Brad has given to Daddy & I, and trying to decipher which Dad would be selecting. "Yes Sir." I softly replied as I wondered silently.......would it be the hairbrush? The maple paddle with several holes drilled into it? Or the extension cord? All 3 are incredibly effective.......and all 3 very quickly make me a contrite little girl long before Daddy ever finishes spanking me.

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I didn't have to wait or wonder for very long. It was that damn, dreaded extension cord! Dad wasted no time at all in setting about making me a very sorry girl. He whipped me without saying another word to me. I knew very well what this whipping was for and as horrible as I had felt for this offense, it didn't make taking this whipping any easier. My bottom was already so very sore from my earlier punishments and Dad certainly didn't take it easy on me. That mean, wicked cord bit into my bottom again and again as I fought to stay still and accept my punishment like a good girl.

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I have a very high tolerance to physical pain and can take most any spanking with most any implement.....but oh my goodness, the extension cord has to be the worst implement ever!! Even the cane doesn't hurt half as much as a cord does. I had never been whipped with a cord before, though I'd been a spanko girl my entire adult life, until my father used one to punish me for a serious safety related offense last fall. The pain is intense and immediate! Though I knew I deserved this punishment and had been eager for it to begin, after just a few dozen lashes, I was ready to beg for it to end!

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Daddy whipped me hard, leaving mere seconds between swats. My legs kicked furiously against the bed as he continued to whip my naughty bottom as I cried into my pillow.

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Dad focused those last several dozen lashes directly down onto my thighs, still wet with the oil. I squealed out to him as my right hand shot back to cover my throbbing sit spots, "Owww.....Daddyyy pleassseeee." I turned my face from the pillow to glance back at my father over my shoulder, pleading with my puffy emerald eyes for leniency. He met my gaze and calmly spoke, "Move your hand, Natalie." I continued to cry softly, but lowered my eyes in a silent offering of my submission to him as I brought my hand back up and tucked it under my pillow so I wouldn't be tempted to put it in the way again.

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"Daddy I'm sorrrryyy.....I'm sooo soooo sorrrryyyy Sirrrr." I cried out as my father continued to whip my bottom with that evil, horrid cord.

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Several dozen more searing lashes bit into my moistened skin and I cried uncontrollably into my pillow, my bottom and thighs absolutely on fire! As Dad laid the cord back on the dresser top, I hardly noticed the whipping had subsided. The sting lingered forever as I lay limp over the pillows crying hard and incoherently apologizing over and over again.

"Ssshhhh." Dad said as he sat next to me on the bed and slowly ran his left hand down the length of my long, red hair again and again. I slowed my sobs as I leaned in again to his touch and raised my face from my pillow to speak to him, "Daddy I'm so sorry......I never should have hid it from you......and I'm just so very sorry." I apologized as I choked on my sobs and he lovingly stroked my hair. "I know you're sorry, I believe you. And I know it wont happen again, will it?" He asked, his eyes locking with mine. I sniffled and sobbed as I meekly replied back to him, "No Sir." His eyes softened briefly in acceptance of my apology and I smiled up at him through my tears, as I spoke again, "Thank you for whipping me for this, Sir. I've felt so horrible for doing it." Dad gazed down at me and smiled as he replied, "I know you've felt horrible for doing it. You're welcome. Make sure you remember how bad you've felt and how much this whipping hurt, so you don't ever make me repeat this lesson to you. Do you understand me, young lady?" His voice still soft but very firm. I swiped at the tears on my cheeks and answered him, "Yes Sir."

Dad stood again as he spoke to me, "Rule #1, open and honest at all times, clear?" I watched him closely, my head resting on my pillow as I responded softly, "Yes Sir, crystal clear."

Daddy walked back to the desk and sat down as he picked up the copy of my punishment list and spoke again, "Good. Now go put your nose back in that corner; we still have two more lessons to discuss." I slowly slid off of the bed as I answered, "Yes Sir." Walking back to the corner, I could feel my skin tighten over my bottom and thighs. Every step I took seemed to stretch it more taut. As I reached the corner, I wanted so desperately to run my fingers over the welts left by the cord and to gently soothe the burning skin, but I knew better and I didn't want to be paddled again for breaking a rule during punishment, so I quickly interlocked my fingers behind my head and placed my elbows on the wall as Daddy expects me to do.

My breathing slowed and my tears subsided as I stood on my wobbly legs facing the corner and waiting for Daddy to call me out again for my last two punishments of the day. My mind drowning in panic as I waited. One of the remaining two offenses wasn't a huge offense by any means.......but the other was incredibly serious. My bottom and thighs literally throbbed and ached so deeply that the thought of even a hand spanking brought fresh tears to my eyes and made my stomach turn with unease. But......I also knew that after I accepted and endured my final two well-deserved spankings, no matter how intense they may be, I would be forgiven for all of my misdeeds and my Daddy would take me into his arms and again pull me close to him as I sobbed and sniffled against his chest, listening to the steady calming beat of his heart as he held me tight, quieting my crying, running his strong hand through my hair & up and down my back, speaking softly to me and assuring me of his forgiveness and love. And I would once again be his good girl......and that is an incredible feeling.......worth any spanking in the world. :)

"Come here, young lady." Dad spoke softly, but very firmly as I stood facing the corner. I slowly turned to face him and saw he was sitting at his desk, reviewing papers and had placed a solid wooden chair directly across from him.

I slowly approached and stood next to the desk, my hands at my side, my bottom ablaze.

"Sit down." He commanded. I very gingerly sat on the horrid, wooden chair; careful to rest most of my weight on my hands instead of my abused bottom. He looked at me, his eyes dark as night, jaw again set and a resolved look across his face. I hate this look from him and fought back the urge to cry.

"So, last month in court, it was an emotional trial, wasn't it?" He asked as he scanned my Punishment List. I nodded briefly and answered him, "Yes Sir, it was." He shook his head and spoke again, "My daughter is capable of doing hard things, am I correct?" I needed my head yes but didn't speak. "I called and spoke to you every single day of that trial to make sure you were in the right mindset. I can not imagine what you and you siblings had to go through facing the man responsible for your mothers murder. And his taunting remarks, the horrific crime scene photographs......I can not imagine how hard that was for you, Natalie. I wanted so badly to be there for you, to be with you, to help you." He spoke softly, still a slightly rigid tone to his voice.

"I need to make myself clear that you are not in any trouble for the things you said to that man outside of the courtroom. Clear?" He asked. "Yes Sir." I replied softly, searching his eyes. "However, your commentary in the courtroom.....that was ridiculous. Do you have any idea what I would have done had I been present when you told a judge......A JUDGE......that his court was a 'fucking circus'?" He asked, his voice deepening and his eyes narrowing at mine.

"I would have been in trouble, Sir." I answered meekly. "Say it again, now, Imagine this is the court room,. I am the judge, repeat your remark and we will see how I would have reacted had I been next to you." He ordered. I hesitated, certain he might slap me. "SAY IT LYNN!" He barked. My body jumped, my eyes welled with tears and I softly spoke up to him, ""Your court is a fucking circus."

Dad immediately got up from the desk and approached me. I think I may have even flinched, expecting to be slapped. He grabbed my wrist in his hand and drug me toward the bed, sitting down on the edge of it and yanking me over his knee. His thighs hard against my torso as he began to paddle my tender bottom and thighs with our bathbrush again and again.

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I cried out to him, "Daddy I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, I'm so sorry." He paddled furiously, leaving no spot of my blazing bottom or thighs unscathed. He paddled hard and with purpose. Lecturing the entire time about how he expects me to exhibit self control whether he is physically present or not, regardless of circumstances. I knew he was right, my comment had only ignited another courtroom battle and detracted from the original reason we were here in the first place......justice for my mother.

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I held tightly to my Daddy's ankle as he continued to let that brush fall again and again on my already deeply bruising skin from the days prior lessons. It hurt and I cried......I cried so hard. Apologizing, begging him to stop, acknowledging I knew I was wrong, promising to do better, squeezing his ankle with all of my hand strength as my legs beat furiously behind me.

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I had thought momentarily my paddling was over, but quickly realized my flailing legs had kicked the brush from Dad's hands. YIKES!

He retrieved it and set about a new volley of even harder punishing swats as I begged and cried out to him. "Owwww, Dadddyyyyy pleassseeee..."

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I squealed and eventually went limp across his lap. Clutching my blanket in my balled up fists and apologizing over and over. My legs long since stopped their rhythmic beating. I still held tightly to my fathers ankle. Touch, particularly during punishment is incredibly reassuring to me. Daddy hadn't decided I'd been punished quite enough yet; he had neglected my tender sit spots and he knew that would certainly drive this lesson home.

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Dozens of harsh, unforgiving, rapid strokes found their mark om my incredibly tender sit spots as I cried hysterically into Daddy's lap. He lie the brush down on the bed beside us and gently ran his strong left hand across the smoking hot skin of my properly punished bottom. I still cried uncontrollably and just wished I could lay over my fathers knee all afternoon long.......but I knew I still had one more offense to be dealt with today.......and it wouldn't be an easy one.........I had told my Daddy to "shut the fuck up!" :( I was sooooo gonna get it now!

I laid over Daddy's lap for another several minutes as his strong, left hand slowly skimmed the bruised and incredibly sore surface of my bottom and thighs. He would knead firmly one minute and then barely trace the oval markings from the bath brush the next minute. Though every little touch caused me to flinch, I held perfectly still, relishing in his tough and dreading my last punishment of the day.

"Natalie." He spoke softly to me. I tilted my head back to gaze at him over my shoulder. "Yes, Sir?" I questioned submissively. "You understand what that spanking was for, don't you? I know I told you beforehand, but I need to know that you know I am not at all upset with anything at all you said to that man outside of the courtroom. Do you?"

I studied his eyes for a minute before answering. "Yes, Sir. I know what I said to him out of the court house was fine. And I know why I got spanked for not holding my tongue inside the courthouse. There's a time and place for everything and you've raised me better than to curse at a judge, Daddy. And my outburst put focus on that instead of the real issue.....the murderer. I diluted right and I deserved to be punished for that. I'm sorry Daddy."

He smiled down at me, clearly pleased that his lessons have been taken to heart. "Good girl.....up you go." He replied as he helped me to my feet. I began to walk off back toward the corner, but Dad grabbed me by my upper arm, stopping me in my tracks. I hesitantly peered up at him through my disheveled hair, questioning with my eyes but verbally saying nothing.

"Last lesson.....and there will be no break between the last and this coming one. Stand in front of my desk, young lady." Dad demanded.

I slowly walked over to stand before his desk, my hands at my sides, my stomach in knots. Daddy sat down across the desk from where I stood. He perched his chin atop his fingertips and glared at me. No words spoken, but a very deep conversation transpiring between the two of us. I wanted to turn away so very badly. His eyes are penetrating when I've displeased him and the displeasure on his face would be evident to a blind man. The silence was deafening, except for the sound of my own heartbeat. Palpable. Paralyzing.

Dad very quietly mouthed just two words to me, "Say it." I blinked back my tears and just shook my head no. Again, barely audibly he repeated himself, "say it." I couldn't bring myself to do it. I knew I was getting in more and more trouble by the second, every time I told him no I was adding to the severity of my spanking, but I simply couldn't do it. He stood up from the desk, causing an instinctive jump in my body. He leaned forward, his fists balled on the desk, his body leaning on his strong arms as he leaned closer to me and once again mouthed the words, "say it." I again shook my head no but this time lowered my eyes, unable to stand his intense glare any longer.

"NOW!" He barked as I again, visibly jumped. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to plead with him, "Daddy please. I can't. Please just spank me, please." His voice was quiet but intense as he replied, "I have now given you an order three times that you've disobeyed. I promise you do not want to see my reaction if you make it a fourth. Now, say it, Natalie Lynn!"

I cringed. Internally torn. If I obey him now, I have to repeat that horrible, awful, disrespectful statement to his face......something I could never imagine doing. But if I refused, I was deliberately defying him. Tears slowly made their way down my cheeks as I peered up at him, pleading with my eyes for mercy.

"You had no issue texting it to me, little girl......and though that time was an error in recipient.......you told your sister to text it to me from you just a day later. You INTENTIONALLY thought it would be okay to say it to me in text, so why not now? Is it not amusing now that I'm 3 feet away from you? Did you think I'd forget? Let it slide because you were moody? SAY IT NOW!" He shouted.

I again lowered my eyes in a silent offering of my submission to him as I very quietly whispered up to him, "shut the fuck up." Tears flowed freely down my face as I watched helplessly as my father's legs came out from behind the desk and toward me. His left hand cupping my chin and lifting my face so we were again eye to eye. "Daddy I'm so sorry." He pressed his finger to my lip and commanded, "Say it again.....louder." I wanted to crawl under a rock. I took a deep breath and repeated a second time, "shut the fuck up."

The look on his face is one I will never forget. I wanted to beg him to just slap me across the face.....put soap in my mouth.....beat my ass.......anything but look at me like this. It breaks my heart to see that combination of displeasure, anger and disgust on his face. I felt 2 inches tall and continued to cry as he simply looked into my eyes.

"I will NEVER hear or read those words out of your mouth again. I don't give a damn what your mood is Natalie Lynn. I am your father and I deserve your respect. You knew better when you said it, but you said it anyway. I promise, you will not ever again speak like that to me, do you understand me young lady?" He scolded. I nodded my head yes and spoke softly through my tears, "Yes Sir. I am so very sorry Daddy. I swear I didn't mean it. I'm so so sorry, Sir. Please just punish me. Please. I'm so sorry." I cried up to him.

"He again encircled my wrist in his hand, his tightened grip leaving no doubt in my mind as to how upset with me he was. "Oh you'll be punished, that I can assure you." He warned as he sat on the wooden chair and pulled me down over his lap. I immediately grabbed hold of his ankle as he spaced his legs far enough apart that my feet dangled helplessly off the floor and my long, red hair carpeted the floor beneath my face.

"Shut the fuck up huh? Shut the fuck up? I'm not raising a lady but I sure as hell am not raising some gutter-mouthed piece of garbage. My little girl will be disciplined, polite, respectful......and she sure as hell will NOT be swearing at her father. Got it?" He lectured. I held tightly to his ankle, crying and replied back to him, "Yes Sir."

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Daddy began harshly paddling my bare, tender bottom hard with a solid, wooden implement. I knew it wasn't my hairbrush....too light. I knew it wasn't our bath brush......again, too light. It wasn't his heavy paddle......not large enough......but OMG did it sting just as much as that damn paddle.

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I fought to remain still, I knew I more than deserved this spanking but oh how that thing stung and Daddy certainly wasn't taking it easy on me. He paddled hard and he paddled fast. My dangling legs began to instinctively kick so I quickly crossed my ankles to keep them still because I wanted this punishment.....I more than needed or deserved it......I wanted it. I was so angry at myself for being so blatantly disrespectful to my father. I needed to feel his displeasure.....I needed to endure this pain.....I wanted this spanking.

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Several dozen punishing swats later and Dad began to focus on my tender sit spots and my upper thighs. I squealed out and cried openly but held tightly to his ankle and desperately fought not to kick my legs, not that it would have mattered, he could have simply put his leg over the tops of mine to hold me in a leg lock.......but that wasn't necessary, I was going to be a good girl and submit entirely to this spanking.

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"Daddyyy I'm sooo sorrryyyyyy." I cried out to him.

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"I know you're sorry, little girl. My job is to make certain you're sorrier." He said with determination clinging to his every word.

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And sorrier I was. By the time Daddy laid down that damn implement my bottom and thighs felt as if they were literally on fire. Even his touch was unbearable and brought about more tears. I laid draped across his lap, completely spent and crying my little eyes out. After several minutes of slowly and softly massaging my bottom, rubbing my back and running his fingers through my hair......he slowly helped me to stand.

I wanted to rub my tender skin but as soon as I was upright and on my feet in front of him again, Dad reached forward and pulled me to him, sitting me down on his lap in that chair as he held me close. I cried and cried on his shoulder and clung tightly to his chest, my fist balled in his perfectly pressed shirt. He held me tight to him, his hand running down the length of my hair as the other held me close to him.

"Daddy I'm so sorry. I never should have said it and I'm so very sorry." I cried to him, still sobbing on his chest. "I know you were sorry the minute you said it, but you still had to be punished for that decision." He replied. "Thank you." I whimpered up at him as he firmly patted my incredibly sore bottom. "You're welcome and you're forgiven. We are okay.....better than okay.....we are perfect and you don't need to be upset at yourself any longer. Clear?" He smiled down at me as I glanced up to meet his gaze. His eyes had again changed from the dark, cold, grim look they take on during a scene back into the warm and inviting, chocolate brown, expressive eyes I love to look into. I smiled through my tears and replied, "Yes Sir."

Daddy held me on his lap another 15 minutes or so and my crying slowed to sobs then sniffles as I was soothed by the rhythmic beat of his heart. Once again his good little girl, once again forgiven with a clean slate, once again completely content to just be *His* girl. All was right in my little world and the smile on Daddy's face told me again, that all was right in his world as well as he rocked his contrite, properly punished little girl.

Brat or not.....I am *His*.......He is *Mine*.........and I have never felt the safety, security & love that I feel in his arms. This man rocks my world. ;)

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Loaded Questions from Vanilla Friend

Who am I?

Have you ever truly sat and pondered the question? I mean really, truly, eyes wide open kind of analyzing about who and what you truly are? I'm in the middle of this sort of journey right now, spawned by an in depth conversation with a very good, non-spanko girlfriend of mine. I am blessed to know many other wonderful people who share my kink within the BDSM, D/s, DD realms of interest.......but a handful of my closest friends are 110% 'vanilla'.......and it was just such a friend who has inspired this post with our recent conversation.

Who am I?

I could list literally dozens of labels that fit and are 'accepted' by the vast majority of society.

I am a woman
I am a mother
I am a daughter
I am a friend
I am a sister
I am a trauma nurse
I am a die-hard New England Patriots fan
I am a lover of all animals
I am the mother of a small herd of dachshunds
I am a Democrat (though more fiscally conservative)
I am a loud, outspoken girl who has never shied away from a debate
I am incredibly book smart, but mechanically retarded
I am a great cook (or so I am told)
I am a writer
I am an analyzer (to the point it could drive me half insane, if I let it :) )
I am a Boston Bruins hockey fan
I love to hike and climb mountains
I was a competitive swimmer, martial artist and dancer
I prefer cold weather to hot weather
I am an adrenaline junkie
I hate chocolate, pizza and most pastas (yes, more proof I am abnormal)
I am Catholic (though clearly a naughty Catholic girl)
I work hard, I play hard and I love hard

I imagine, like most people, I am a girl of contradictions. Perfect example: I am the child of a murder victim and while I am a steadfast Democrat, I do support the death penalty in certain circumstances. Not even for my own emotional ties to capital crimes, I'm simply fiscally conservative and believe for heinous crimes where there is no hope of rehabilitation, our government shouldn't have to spend upwards of $50,000 per inmate, per year to afford them housing, HBO, food, free education, healthcare, etc. With accommodations like that, it is no wonder the recidivism rate is so damn high in this country. Any way, I digress.

As with my contradictions, I am a woman of selectivity. There are sides of me that are rarely shown. I can count on one hand how many people have *ever* seen me cry. I have very few true friends with whom I would discuss topics such as politics, religion, etc. And, of course, one of the most important parts of who I am is my D/s life.

As I said, I have several friends, both in real life and online who I share my D/s and spanking interests with and talk to regularly. And even my vanilla friends with whom I am closest know about this aspect of my life and personality. At 27 now, I am long past the point of trying to hide this part of myself from other people. I don't exactly advertise it with a huge "Spank Me" bumper sticker as some do, but I don't work overly hard to keep it a secret.

If you came to my home, you'd likely see my implement collection on my dresser top in my bedroom. A magnet on my fridge that says, "Daddy's Girl"........and another that reads, "If you're going to ride my ass, at least pull my hair."

I've known since I was a child that spanking interested me, though I couldn't understand why at the time. As a teenager, after graduating high school at 16 and going away to college, I began to experiment and thanks to the internet, found like-minded friends. I had my share of one time encounters that left me less than satisfied. And though there is a certain sexual tension or intimacy involved with a D/s relationship, and I have had romantic relationships in which D/s, BDSM, DD was incorporated.....it always made me long for something just a little different. There is something disingenuous about being truly disciplined by a man with whom I am an equal, particularly if they were my own age. A boyfriend calling me "young lady" just didn't do it for me......it made me break out in laughter, which is *not* the reaction those two little words should inspire.

I married young and my husband was 9 years my senior and we practiced domestic discipline within our marriage. Perhaps because of the age difference, or maybe his naturally authoritative tone being a career military man, it just worked for me.....it worked for us......in a way no other romantic relationship incorporating spanking had in the past. I loved my husband with my whole heart and I credit much of my success to the stability, tangible consequences, high expectations and discipline he provided for me before I lost him just shy of what would have been our 6th wedding anniversary.

It took me over a year after losing my husband before I even considered finding another D/s partner. I knew something was missing from my life and I knew exactly what it was. I was heartbroken and an emotional wreck but more than that, I was allowing my emotions to control my behavior. I lacked the guidance I had once depended on. I no longer had those high expectations.....no longer had the tangible consequences. I of course cared about myself and about my son, but it is not nearly the same as knowing that I'd have to answer to someone else for my behavior. I began to spiral out of control. I still worked, took care of my son, cleaned my home and functioned in society......but aside from those very basics, I was losing it. My language was horrible and could have made a sailor blush. I was confrontational with colleagues, neighbors, etc. My driving habits were back to those of an undisciplined teenage brat with nothing to lose. I racked up speeding tickets, swore at the police who dared to correct me, was even rude to the judges in the traffic court. My attitude sucked. And as much as I tried to project a strong front, I was broken.....I was alone. I needed the stability I once had and now craved more than ever.

The issue I continued to run into was that the prospects I would speak with briefly online wanted romance......and I just didn't. I wasn't ready for the emotional commitment of a romantic relationship. Others I spoke to looked to spanking as simply an easy prelude to sex.....again, I wasn't interested. Still others, didn't know what they were doing or what being a Dom truly meant.....they were arrogant, loud, obnoxious.....no idea what a truly dominant man is. I was left unsatisfied after reading through the several replies to my profile on a popular site and finally decided to simply give up my search for a while and try to focus on something else. But deep down inside, I knew I needed discipline as much as I wanted it and ignoring that part of myself was not working either.

Ah fate! Luck! Whatever you want to call it, it finally happened.....and actually by accident. I was helping a younger spanko girl in her search for an older male authority figure to become her Dom. After again reading through numerous responses to her profiles from idiots, one jumped right off the screen at me. This man, if he was truly real, got it.....he truly got it. I told her of the 216 replies we read through that month, that this man was 'the one.' I've been into D/s long enough to know when I see/hear a truly dominant man who 'gets it.' I could pick em out of a room of thousands; I just have the radar and am naturally drawn to them. This man was REAL!

He and I corresponded about her for a while and realized our own similarities and compatibility. She began having some personal issues of her own and told the both of us that she was more than happy to 'share' him with me. A week later, I met him in person for the first time. We chose to meet 'in scene', me simply knocking on the door and handing him my list of transgressions for him to punish me for. It was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. That was close to a year and a half ago now and I still remember every single detail as if it happened yesterday. The room number, the color of carpeting, his perfectly pressed white button down shirt, what I wore, word for word every aspect of the conversation. I had spoken to him via email, instant messenger and phone several times in the weeks leading up to this first, fateful meeting but being with him in person for the first time without a friendly lunch or "hello", the experience was mind-numbing. Every nerve ending in my body was on edge, every sense heightened. I was quite literally, transfixed. I will never forget that day as long as I live and it's a memory I hold very dear to my heart.

I had found my Dom. And he was perfect. Tall, very handsome, gorgeous chocolate brown eyes that are incredibly expressive, a very dominant jawline, large & strong spanker's hands, broad shoulders, athletic build, strong muscular arms, a deep resonating voice that pulled at my very core the moment he said, "come in, young lady." The man is perfect.......absolutely amazing and perfect.

After that first meeting, we had connected and mutually decided to continue to pursue our D/s relationship. I am a highly guarded girl, I let very few people "in" to know the real me, I seldom open up......but somehow this man had bypassed all of my fortified defenses and I was putty in his strong hands. And I truly couldn't have been happier.

When I entered our relationship, we defined it as a disciplinary relationship. I hadn't wanted or sought a 'Daddy Dom' initially at all. But over the last year and a half, our relationship has morphed into a Father/Daughter relationship and though 2 years ago I would have been completely opposed to the notion, now it is just the perfect fit. Maybe it was a need I had always had but never admitted to myself, let alone anyone else. But now, having a Daddy......it is an amazing feeling and has filled a void I had always tried to suppress. I am more than his playmate, more than his friend, more than his spankee.....I am his daughter, his little girl. And that puts a smile on my face every single day.

The last year has brought more challenges than I care to recount, but throughout it all I have always had this man in my corner. Always had his support. Always had his guidance, his advice, his discipline. When I have needed him, he has always been right there beside me. I'm a lucky girl and I know that because men like my father are *very, very* rare.

Now one of my best vanilla girlfriends and I spoke today because I am entering a new phase of my life. I will start medical school this fall and I have recently entered into a romantic relationship. My friend questioned about how this will all 'fit' into my life.....does my new romantic interest know about my D/s relationship......does it upset him.......does he spank me.......etc. I'm an open book and answered her questions quite candidly.

My new significant other is a childhood friend of my brothers and I. We all practiced martial arts together for years; but I hadn't seen him since high school. He is older than I am, closer to my brothers' age than my own. While home in the midwest, we reconnected and a beautiful romance began to blossom.

When he and I began to discuss the possibility of a relationship, there were several things I had to tell him that are non-negotiable in my life. For one, I am a mother......I have a son. I also live, work and will attend medical school on the east coast so I will not consider moving back to the midwest. We discussed our religious preferences, political stances, etc and found we were quite compatible. But I had to tell him about my "deal breaker" as far as my D/s relationship. I explained to him that I have always been a spanko girl and that will not change. I also explained my relationship with my Daddy. I assured him it is not a sexual relationship, though most people view Dominance and submission as an intimate exchange....and in some ways it is; but we have boundaries. He listened and asked several questions and I answered them all for him. But I explained that under no circumstances would I end or change my D/s relationship......period. As far as I am concerned, this man *is* my father and there is nothing I would not do for him. I could not ever walk away from what we have because he has filled a void for me and provides needs that I have that will not ever change and they aren't needs that could be met by anyone else.

Many men wouldn't understand this or may feel threatened by it or simply refuse to engage in a romantic relationship with a woman who belongs to another man in the sense of my submission to him. The man I am forging this romance with, amazingly has not only tried to understand this part of my life BUT he accepts it and that is an amazing gift he gave to me. I wouldn't be able to hide this part of who I am from a man I was intimate with.......the marks after I am punished would be a bit difficult to explain. :) But as amazing as my father is for providing the loving discipline I need, so too is this new romantic partner in my life for accepting and supporting it.

So my girlfriend asked me today, how this will work.....will spanking become a part of my romantic relationship.....will my man eventually become uncomfortable with my relationship with my Daddy......if I have a submissive core, why can't I simply share it within my romantic relationship. Lots and lots of loaded questions. Here is how I broke it down for her as I pondered them all deeply myself.

When I explained my 'deal breakers' (having a child, unwilling to relocate, unwilling to end my D/s relationship) my boyfriend had no problem accepting any of it. He was naturally curious about me and Daddy because I am not the kind of girl to strike you as submissive in any way, shape or form. I am actually a very dominant, type A personality kind of girl. He has become comfortable with my D/s relationship because I did not hide it from him. I have been upfront and honest and answered any question he has asked. As for spanking becoming part of my romantic relationship, I wouldn't have a problem with him playfully swatting my butt or pulling my hair during sex, but I wouldn't allow him to discipline me at all.....we are equals. That is one of the things I love most about my relationship with my Daddy.....we are not equals.....he is dominant, I am submissive and I belong to Him....period.

I explained it further to her by saying if my boyfriend were to firmly tell me to bring him a beer, I'd likely laugh at him and tell him to get it his damn self or ask me politely and I'd consider it. However, if Daddy attempted to go get his own beer in my presence, I'd likely be disappointed that he hadn't simply directed me to do it. In my romantic relationship, I have a strong voice and an equal vote as far as decision making. With my father, I have a very soft voice and though I am heard, every decision is his to make.....period.....and I love that. The complete power exchange aspect of our relationship is a huge turn on for me. I am in control of most everything in my life, but with my father, I am not and that is a very freeing feeling. I trust him, admire him, love him and know without a doubt he will always take care of me and do what is best for me. While with my boyfriend I may enjoy curling up together on the couch to watch a movie........with my Daddy, I am happiest kneeling in front of him, my eyes lowered, his voice quiet but intense and his strong hands entwined in my long, red hair.

A girl of contradictions.....maybe so, but I am quite happy with them.

My selectivity.....I am more than happy with.......there would be no reward in taming a weak girl.......I am strong-willed and stubborn as they come, but my inner submissive core is naturally drawn to the strict, demanding sadist that I have found in my father. And for that reason......I *am* a selectively submissive girl......I am *His* submissive little girl.

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