Look What I Found :)

L-O-V-E this pic/figurine by the way! It is made by a lovely artist for a collection called 'Willow Tree.' I collect them and have several. They are simplistic in their anonymity but speak volumes in their intricate and emotionally derived scenes. This one above, 'Daddy's Lil Girl', is not one I yet have added to my collection, but I fully intend to now that I've come across it and fallen in love with it's intimate and touching design.

Just over a year ago, I made a choice. A simple choice really for most girls in the spanko community, but a HUGE leap of faith for a walled-off girl like me. I chose to trust. H-U-G-E!

What I chose and truly believed I needed and sought was a strict disciplinarian. An all-business, no-nonsense dominant man who would hold me accountable for my frankly ridiculous and at times, dangerous behavior. I had tasted the discipline I needed before and I knew it was again missing in my chaotic little world. I knew I needed held to high standards......a harsh task-master with a purpose. A formidable man who wasn't the least bit intimidate by my abrasive, "fuck the world" attitude. An older, wiser, stern man who had no qualms with putting me firmly in my place.....even if that 'place' was upended across his capable lap. 

I was rebellious. Bucked at authority of any kind. Believed that others limits were simply roadblocks for me to overcome. Made my own rules and broke everyone elses'. Rushed trough life without a care or concern for the thoughts, feelings, or concerns of others.....sadly, even those closest to me to whom I truly did love and care for. 

I was hurt. I was bitter. I was abrasive. I was angry. I was a B-I-T-C-H with a capital B and quite proud of that label. At least, outwardly. Internally, my self-dialogue was a mixture of misery and fury. I was in a downward spiral and I knew it. I also, knew what I needed.....I simply did not know if he truly existed. 

I needed a disciplinarian. Not a playmate.....not at first, anyway. I had very real issues that could and were negatively impacting my life. I needed a Dom.......a Top.......a firm & strict man who would see past my pleading emerald eyes, ignore & wade through my endless excuses, provide me the structure I needed, the discipline I craved, the tangible consequences I could depend on. 

And, thus my search began slowly. I found some interesting prospects.....but most were not the right fit. Several wanted romance......which I was completely opposed to. Some were complete idiots with no idea what being a Dominant man entailed. I slowly waded through prospects and eventually chose to just give up. Until helping a much younger spanko girl find her own disciplinarian. 

Ah.....Fate.....Luck......Whatever it was, I was dumbfounded. Because of our mutual caring for this girl and interest in helping her, we realized that we too, had a connection that is next to impossible to find in this kink. I could not have scripted this man any better myself. He was everything I had hoped for. Early on in just emails, and long before I heard his deep, resounding voice or saw his piercing chocolate brown eyes.....simply reading the words "young lady" or "little girl" in his emails gave me goosebumps. By the time we had our first phone call, this man had me......hook, line and sinker. I was *His*......putty in his hands and better yet? He knew it.

Several of my regular blog readers have emailed me recently asking if I had changed Doms/Tops because they noted the change in my referring to my Dom as "Professor" for the first 6 months or so and now, I often will refer to him as my father. To satisfy your curiosities.......my Professor and my Daddy are one in the same. 

I *never* intended to search for, play with or submit to a "Daddy Dom." Actually, in the infancy of our disciplinary relationship, the term "Daddy" was listed early-on as off limits.......which didn't bother me as it was a term I never saw myself using. 

However, as our relationship has evolved......as we have navigated one issue to the next......our relationship and our bond strengthened. I do still very much enjoy the nostalgia of calling him "Professor." I also have from day number one used the universal term "Sir".....particularly when I know I am in trouble. :)  Several serious issues have arisen over the last year and without fail, every single time, I have had one man in my corner consistently. One man who has never had to be in the first place. One man who was neither biologically nor matrimonially obligated to support me. It took me some time to accept this and come to terms with it.......but I finally processed it. He does it because he wants to do it. He does it because he meant what he said, he wants to make me happy and successful. He does it because, quite simply, I am *His* little girl. 

I never entered this relationship seeking a father........but I could not possibly begin to explain to you all what it means to me that I now have one. He teaches me every day......he supports me every day......offers advice.....provides guidance......disciplines me when I fall short......cradles me in his arms as I cry onto his chest after a well-deserved punishment. 

I sought a disciplinarian..........I found a best friend, I found a true role-model, I found *my* Daddy!  :) 

Respect...Open Letter of Apology

03/03/2013

**Quick Updates: I am still away from home. 1100 miserable miles between me and my Daddy/Dom. I've been moody lately and I did something ignorant today because of it. So below you will find the letter of apology I just sent to my Dad and the 4 (family & friends) who were present. 

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I know you all noticed my sucky mood today. It was clearly evident in differing manifestations but one in particular is now actually bothering me quite a bit.....and thus this email. Early afternoon, when I finally checked my emails, I read through my Dad's aloud and added my own smart assed commentary. At the time I hadn't thought it was necessarily bad or wrong.....I tailor to my audience.....meaning I would *never* respond to him like this, but thought doing so in front of my friends was amusing. I suppose it was amusing for a while......just not so much now. 

I truly was only being a smart mouthed brat and sarcastic in my rebuttals.......but I have not, I do not and I would not say those things to him. And this evening when portions of my sass was relayed to him, he responded with "young lady" & "Natalie Lynn"......aka I'm in trouble. He, too, knows I would never say those things to him, whether to his face or even in email text, it just wouldn't happen....I'm not stupid. But, particularly when the topic is serious (ie. my health), I shouldn't say it at all. Respect is not only how I obey in front of his face.....probably more important is how I behave behind his back. And today, I kind of sucked at behaving. The comments I made were unnecessary and disrespectful to him.......and I *hate* that. I do respect him tremendously.....you all know that and I know he knows that......but my words/actions today showed the exact opposite. I know better......he has raised me better than that......regardless of my mood, regardless of the physical distance between my ass & his belt, regardless of the topic of conversation......I should always show that respect for him in my interactions. 

Daddy I'm really sorry for how I behaved and the things I said today. I'd never call you "Captain Obvious" to your face....unless I wanted slapped. I shouldn't have said any of it at all and my mood is not an excuse. I was disrespectful to you and I *hate* that.....I truly hate it. I'd never intentionally disrespect you, Dad, and I'm so sorry that I did today being a smart ass. I added it to my PL for a later lesson and noted your "beating deficiency" diagnosis (which is probably accurate). I feel pretty horrible now for the things I said because you were only giving me directions to improve my physical health. You've bent over backwards the last several weeks to be here for me and to help me when I need you.......and I was a sassy brat today and I disrespected you and I'm *not* okay with that.....I'm never okay with that. I'm really sorry Dad......really, really sorry. I never intended to be disrespectful.....but I was and I'm incredibly sorry. :(  I do take everything you say to me seriously......and I obey you most often without question......and Daddy I do appreciate everything you have done for me to help me throughout this entire ordeal. You have been amazing and kept me sane......and most days, pretty happy. I love you Daddy and I *do* respect you.......more than anyone else I could think of. I may not always *like* what you say to me or tell me to do....BUT....I *always* know the decisions you make for me are made from your love for me. You've always taken great care of me as your little girl......and I'm sorry I was sarcastic about that today. I feel horrible for being disrespectful to you. I promise I'll fix my mood and regardless, what happened today will not happen again. I'm sorry Daddy and I love you. 

Yours,

Natalie Lynn

A Year of Ups & Downs

02/19/2012

So a year ago today, I "met" Professor via emails exchanged. March 2nd was the first time I met him face to face.....but our relationship began one year ago today.

Happy Anniversary, Sir.  :)

I was almost surprised that he remembered the date....he is a man, after all....but, he remembered and brought it up during conversation this past weekend. Sssshhhh.....he can be pretty sweet some times. :) Just don't tell him I said so.....he has an image to uphold ya know. 

Looking back and thinking about the last year, one thing is for sure.....and Professor described it accurately, a year of ups and downs.....a lot of them. I've dealt with some challenging things......but "dealing with it" was only possible because of the support I constantly had and turned to. He taught me so much this year. We've had fun and we've become closer than I ever anticipated. The year has been good and bad.....highs and lows. I suppose that is pretty typical of most relationships, right? Just a lot that we dealt with, isn't so "normal".

When I think about us....Professor and I....singularly, as an 'us'.....it's almost hard to believe it has been only one year. I feel like I've known him forever. He is family to me and I love the man to death. It's just so hard to analyze that kind of bond, that depth of emotional connection constructing in just one year. But it has.....and I'm incredibly thankful that it has.....and far happier than I was just a short 12 months ago. Amazing. :) 

This coming year I believe we have both agreed that we want far more highs than lows. :)  Regardless of what the year ahead brings, I'm confident we will get through it and I'll come out on the other side smiling.....because I am his and he is mine. :)

"You Know Better"

"You know better, Natalie Lynn"

"Who?"

"Me?"

"Moi?"

"Know better??"

"Surely not"  :)

"Don't play coy with me, young lady."

"Oh c'mon, can't I just go through this world with a f%ck off attitude when I'm mad?"

"No, you may not. I've raised you better than that. My daughter can be cooperative....oh and your language....I applied an exception of extreme stress yesterday, but you had better damn well clean up your mouth now. Got it, little girl?"

**Thinking to myself.....hmmm.....he sounded pretty serious there.....I should probably save the eye rolling, sighs and smart-ass back talk for a different day.**

"Yes Sir."    <--------See? I aint completely insane. :)  I'm learning *when* to shut up. Smart girl :) 

So I am still away from home and dealing with nonsense I'd rather...well...just not. 

Last week I was felling completely disconnected from everything at home...friends, work, family and yes, discipline. Just sort of a lost out at sea and drifting freely feeling. I distance to protect myself. The longer I'm away, the more I miss him and missing him hurts.....so I guess I figured subconsciously that if I disconnected, it wouldn't hurt as much. So I pulled away...distanced for a few days...but the more I disconnected, the more I just needed my Dad. 

So, at least this week is a bit better. 

I'm still gone...and I'm incredibly stressed...and I feel physically as ran down as I am emotionally...

But knowing all I'm dealing with, my Dad made sure to stay in close contact this weekend...even though he had to run around a steel building searching for enough cell signal to call me. :)  Hearing his voice of course makes me miss him more, but it's also just really calming and balancing for me...he knows that and made sure to give me plenty of voice time this weekend. 

Then, Monday, was a hard day. Incredibly hard and stressful. I wanted to just run home to my Dad and hide and refuse to do this...but I couldn't...I was going to have to do this, no matter how difficult it was. So since he couldn't physically be here with me, I took his voice in lecture downloads on my phone in with me so he was in my ears. :) 

And now today, we spoke again. And after disconnecting our call...I just smiled. He was characteristically strict with me and that was just really reassuring to me. Despite the geographical distance and despite my feeling like crap.....he still laid out his expectations in the form of non-negotiable mandates. Sweet, right? It actually kinda is and it made me smile...the familiarity, the security, the reassurance...I might have argued a bit, but I loved it. :)

Lost

I know myself well, too well at times. Well enough anyway to know what I'm doing now. Pulling into myself, into my safe lil cocoon, surrounded by the high walls I've built to keep the world out. But even as I distance, I have conflicting internal dialogue. This *was* my coping mechanism, for most of my life. So much has changed and I'm happier than I have been in a long time, so maybe I should change my coping mechanisms too? Hard to just decide to do so. Particularly knowing how well my cocoon has worked for me in the past. 

I feel a little lost. Alone. Overwhelmed. Weak. 

Detached & Distancing

I don't know why I am struggling with this right now, but I know I am. My real life is chaotic and the stress of it, at times is overwhelming. I rely a lot on Professor to keep me sane, and he on me as well. We are, after all, partners in this D/s thing.......just an unequal partnership by nature......and its the inequality that I absolutely adore. 

I've had this thing I do, since I was a small child, when I start to feel completely overwhelmed......I will detach and distance myself from those I love. I will put on the forced smile and insist I am "fine" when the truth is far from fine. 

Professor is kept informed of the chaos in my real life and helps me shuffle my way through it and prioritize so I'm not completely alone in this. And I love him for that. When I am making decisions based on emotion, my Daddy is the calm voice of reason and rationale that helps find me a balance. We have spoken at least 4 times this week by phone for more than an hour because I think he has sensed that his little girl needs him. And I do. 

Somehow even with those open lines of communication, I still feel my walls going up. I know I am detaching and I know it always ends poorly, leaving me completely alone without close support when I need it most. I know this but I can't stop it. 

I'm helpless to stop it really. It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion. I see it coming.....I know how devastating it is going to be.....but I simply can not stop it. 

I guess I need him to stop it; though I don't now how he could or should, particularly when I haven't told him what it is I need from him. Maybe I don't even know. When the rest of my world is hell, he is my anchor and my sanity. I can hide away from the world in his arms and just be me.......the real me.....the unguarded me.....his little girl. 

Long distance assignments or mandates from him have helped in the past to pull me closer to him; allowing me to feel his palpable control over me when we can not physically be together. I'm just not that certain if it will work this time. I can't remember ever in our year long relationship a time when I felt as if I was distancing myself from him like this. I *much* prefer to run to him......than what I'm doing now, I'm running away from him. So why can't I? I don't know.....I just don't know. 

Ideally I'd run to him, falling into his arms, crying and going on about everything that is driving me insane right now..........and ideally, after holding me and ssshhh-ing me, my Daddy would just snap his fingers and fix it all for me..........because after all, that *is* what Daddies do for their little girls.....fix everything. :)  Or so we tend to think. 

Reality is I know I am distancing from him (and everyone else) right now, whether consciously or not, it is happening. I feel powerless to stop it. With my Dad specifically.......I feel "less than submissive". Which I guess is okay in some times but I honestly do prefer to keep our typical dynamic where simply hearing his deep and resounding voice inspires my unguarded submission and pulls at that core inside of me that this man melts. 

I'm just really struggling with this right now. Thoughts would be appreciated. I know I need to plan to see my Dad for a session in the near future.....if for nothing else than a reset for us both and some quality father daughter bonding time OTK. I just hope my lack of submission and intentional pulling away and distancing myself from him and everyone else in my life doesn't cause some serious issues in the meantime. 

Only ONE

I've been thinking.....well about a lot of things, but specific to this post........Rules. 

Just about every D/s relationship has a list of rules, agreed upon by both parties, for a myriad of reasons. Professor and I, also have a list of rules to govern my behavior. Ours is far shorter than most, as my Disciplinarian is not a micro-manager. Whether I am home and in bed at 10pm or 3am, Professor doesn't have a preference. My rules are relatively simple.......until I break them, then not so simple. What I mean is that Professor's rules like "do what you know is right" is not at all specific, and easily applies to just about every decision I could possibly make. I have always liked this part of our relationship......the simplicity of the rules. 

Professor hasn't had to sit and think of every possible offense under every dreamable circumstance to make my rules for me. Having a rule for something I wouldn't do in the first place would be unnecessary. I can assure you that Professor has never had to tell me, "do not rob a bank" or "do not start smoking crack"......he knows better and so do I. 

Anyway, thinking today about what a waste of time it would be to make unnecessary rules.......I wondered if actually, any more than one rule is necessary? I am not at all saying that the handful of rules Professor has set are useless.......I am just wondering if the specificity is necessary at all? A lot of my rules are probably different ways of all saying the same thing. I wonder if just one rule would be a better operating base for us. I know what Professor expects from me.......at all times and in all situations......the mans voice is inside of my head.......quite literally. So maybe exchanging our short rule list for just one simple rule would be a more efficient solution.

Be honest, respectful and obedient to your Disciplinarian.  

One simple rule........but I can not for the life of me think of any possible circumstance in which is wouldn't apply. It simply covers everything.......every interaction, every decision, every situation......everything. I have been Professor's girl for a whole year now so his expectations of me are crystal clear. Maybe the only rule I need is this one. It would certainly still encompass all of our specific rules because those are things I see as expectations of his and thus following them would be obedient. 

Hmmm.......it's certainly enough to make a girl think. I haven't yet mentioned this to Professor.....but I think I might. Thoughts ladies??

He's *Always* Here

01/15/2013

So much has been happening in my personal life in the last two months or so. It was hectic before then, but my God how it's picked up. Ughhh. I'm so ready for a break. 'Normalcy' sounds ideal.....and unlikely......but I think I'd settle for just a little down time these days. 

A lot of the things I've been dealing with in my 'real life' are not things I've discussed at depth here on my blog, though a couple things are referenced in related punishments from Nov-present. So I wont go into an inordinate amount of details regarding the things I've been struggling with lately......but there are several things happening at once, some work related, some family issues, etc. And many of these things are difficult emotionally to face. 

I'll be blunt: The last 60 days of my life has been hell. 

My 4 year old son always provides perspective and a bright spot to my days. As do my little, loyal wiener dogs. I have a couple of amazing friends and some great family as well who have been awesome at helping where they can. But this post, is kind of a "thank you" to the one man who is *always* there and never even had to be in the first place. 

Professor and I's relationship would be so much less stressful if we could reside in our D/s roles and world forever.....but we can't and we don't. We both have very 'real' lives, responsibilities, careers, families. At times I worry that I might stress him too much, that I might get far more from our relationship than he does. I've always been a highly guarded girl....I don't trust easy and I don't let people 'in'.....but Professor won his way 'in.' He doesn't simply spank me for our enjoyment......he is also a HUGE support for me in my 'real life.' 

When I need to talk......he listens. When I need career advice......he will give it. When I have parenting questions......he answers them. When I just need to hear his voice......he always answers. When I just want nothing more than a hug and to hide away from the world for a while in his arms......he's more than happy to pull me in close and hold me. 

The man is just phenomenal. A year ago I sought a disciplinarian......nothing more, nothing less. What I found, surprises me even now, a year later. This man has become one of my best friends in the world. His approval means more to me than I could tell you. Disappointing him breaks my heart. He is the closest thing to a father I've ever had. My behavioral compass and mentor. 

When I think about how challenging these last 60 days have been.......I can't imagine how I would have endured it all without his constant, unwavering support. He's simply *always* there. He always makes time for me.....always. He always checks on me.....always. I haven't been the easiest to deal with lately either; more than once my stress has ran over into influencing my attitude and mouth when I've been speaking to him. I've cursed....I've lacked respect.....a couple of "no"s.....once or twice I was downright defiant (health issue).....but he hasn't wavered. He doesn't get intimidated by my abrasive attitude.....he's stands his ground and is just *always* there for me. And I love that. 

I've come to depend on him so much more than I ever dreamed I would ever depend on any other human being. When I look back at our last year together.........there were times that I really needed him........and he was *always* there.......even when I hadn't expressed that need to him, hadn't articulated my thoughts or feelings.......he simply knew and has always been there for me. I can't think of even one instance where I've truly needed this man and he hasn't been right there beside me. Adding the facts that we don't live together, both have separate families, careers, etc.........only makes it more amazing that he has still, some how, *always* been here for me. He has become my anchor in this crazy world and I'll never be able to repay him for all he does for me. 

Thanks Dad.....for *always* being here for me.  :)  You're amazing and I'm incredibly lucky to be your little girl. 

Caught Skipping School (Part #7...After-thoughts)

Finally finished the series of stories from this role play.

My disciplinarian....Professor and I had been planning a double-role play with another brat for some time and my girlfriend Kristina (whom I get in plenty of real life trouble with) was a natural fit. Kristina actually put together this role play......making sure to include offenses similar to real-life things we have driven Professor crazy with (sassing cops, speeding, drinking, etc). So in a way.....though it was a role play.....Professor finally got his shot at Kristina's naughty bottom for all the real naughtiness we have put him through.

This was actually my *first* time being able to role play with Professor at all. We usually get together once or twice a month.....but I'm typically naughty enough that our meetings are used to address real life offenses and are therefor punishment sessions. So this was nice.....playing with him. And as I had long known......he is amazing and very convincing in scene. I enjoyed getting to play with him......a lot. :) The spankings were still hard but I kind of like that when the real emotional baggage & guilt isn't involved.

Perfect way to spend an afternoon....draped across my father's lap, being soundly spanked. :) Ah.....bliss. :)

Kristina and I actually did in deed skip school together quite a bit when we were teenagers. :) So this role play was a piece of cake as far as staying in our roles.

And I can quite confidently say that if I had Professor as my father back then.......*if* Kristina and I *ever* skipped school......it wouldn't have happened more than once......and we sure as hell wouldn't have been hanging out at *my* house if we did. :)

Caught Skipping School (Part #6)

"Next lesson girls. Disrespect for authority........both your being sassy to the cop and your lying to me falls under this category so this will be having a combined and severe lesson. Turn around and look at me now!" Dad instructed firmly. I slowly turned from my corner and cautiously glanced up at my Dad. Kristina turned from her corner and also focused on the agitated paternal frame pacing the floor. 

"My daughter had been raised to respect authority. If we all choose when to show that respect then there is no authority and without authority there is no checks and balance system and this world would be chaos. You challenging and defying authority weakens that authority. My little girl has been raised to understand this. Haven't you, Natalie Lynn?" Dad asked. I quickly answered, "Yes Sir." 

Dad continued to lecture as I focused on him slowly unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeve on his left arm. Seeing this always turns my stomach and catapults my heart into my throat. I knew I was about to get a good, hard whipping and just the thought drew fresh tears to my swollen, green eyes. 

"You were mouthy, sassy, vulgar, disrespectful little brats to that cop. He was doing his job in correcting you. YOU WERE WRONG! And you chose to speak to a campus officer like that??? I work with these people. So just as with your school, now the police I work with every day think I have raised a mouthy and disrespectful little brat with no reverence for authority. It reflects on me as a man and as a father. Have I not raised you better than that, young lady?" He scolded. 

"Yes Daddy, you've raised me a lot better than that. I knew it was wrong, I just didn't think and I didn't care and I'm sorry." I meekly whimpered out to him as his intense brown eyes bore holes straight through me. "DIDN'T CARE??" He barked as he approached me. I closed my eyes tightly, my body jumping at his elevated voice, I *hate* when he yells at me.....it is *very* rare and when he does it, it scares me and makes me cringe. I backed up against the wall and cried as my father stopped directly in front of me. "I'm so sorry Daddy." I apologized. He tilted my head upward and again held my eyes captive, silently chastising me for my naughty behavior as I fought not to turn away. "Care now, little girl?" He practically whispered. I nodded as tears cascaded down my cheeks and managed to audibly get out a "Yes Sir." 

Dad folded his strong arms across his broad chest and began to pace again as he lectured. "You both knew better than to be sassy to that cop. Then you both chose to lie to my face when I caught you red-handed ditching school here. You both fed off of one another during that traffic stop and again here when I confronted you. You both knew better but you fueled one another's naughty impulses and defied authority. I will NOT tolerate that behavior from my daughter or from my niece. Clear?" He asked. "Yes Daddy." I whispered. Kristina adjacent to me quietly offered a, "Yes Sir." 

"Both of you stack the pillows in the center of the bed and lay over them, bottoms raised up nice and high. This is an important lesson and it's going to be a hard one." Dad instructed. I slowly drug my feet over to my bed and slowly did as I was told, praying time would crawl, knowing I was in for a serious whipping. I rearranged the pillows multiple times, trying to stall when Dad snapped his belt next to my ear. I jumped and froze. "Get your ass over those pillows and stop defying me, you're about to get a severe enough strapping, do you want to make it worse?" He asked. I shuddered as he swore and promised a more intense lesson. I quickly started to crawl up on the bed as I replied over my shoulder to him, "No Sir, I'm sorry." 

I layed propped up by the pillows and buried my face into the backs of my hands, waiting for my whipping to begin and knowing this one was going to hurt......a lot!!!

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

Four hard strokes of my Daddy's thick, leather belt bit into my tender bottom, criss-crossing on top of the bruises left by the paddlings I'd just received. I gripped the blankets tightly in my balled-up fists and shot my head back sharply inhaling as the sting set it. Dad walked to the other side of the bed and just as quickly laid into Kristina with his belt.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

"Owww." Kristina squealed out. "QUIET! Both of you....you deserve this and you know it. You need to stop thinking about feeling sorry for your bottom when I'm punishing you and instead start thinking about how you will behave appropriately in the future so you don't end up back in this position. Got it?" Dad scolded as he walked back to stand next to me. "Yes Sir." I quickly replied. Kristina immediately followed suit and respectfully replied, "Yes Sir." 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

Daddy whipped me hard. Applying a very quick and harsh dozen searing strokes to my bottom. I kicked my legs furiously against the bed and bit my bottom lip so I wouldn't scream out. My kicking seemed to displease him and he quickly gave me another dozen, even harder and he placed them up and down my tender thighs. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

I buried my face in the blankets and cried hard. Any time I'm naughty enough that Dad decides I deserve a good whipping.....he makes sure it's a memorable one. I cringe just hearing the word. Seeing him unbutton and slowly roll up the sleeve on his left arm turns my stomach; as does hearing that distinct jingle of the buckle or hissing sound it makes as he pulls it off. Daddy's belt and I have a love-hate relationship......I love to hate it. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

Daddy strapped Kristina's naughty bottom as she also buried her face in the blankets and squealed. He said nothing, the lecturing was done, now it was simply a matter of driving the lesson home.....and he took that job seriously as he walked from one side of the bed to the other....

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK ......me to Kristina......WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK ......Kristina back to me......WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK .......whipping us hard and fast as we fought to remain still and quiet and accept our punishments........WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

"I will be back. You are to both stay right here, thinking about the lessons you've been taught today. NO TALKING!" Dad ordered as he walked out of my room.

I waited a minute or two until I no longer heard him in the hallway and I turned to my cousin and whispered to her. "That sucked." She shook her head yes and slowly rubbed her sore, bruised bottom. I brushed the tears from my face and whispered again, "I think we are done.....well you are anyway.....I might get another lesson about this later. I'm gonna hurry and get a drink of water....want one?" I offered. Kristina shook her head no, but didn't audibly reply. I giggled.....thinking to myself that she is a big chicken......yes Daddy said not to talk, but it's not like he would know, he wasn't right outside the door or anything......jeez. 

I took my drink and then quickly crawled back up on the bed, back into position with not even a minute to spare before Daddy came back into the room. 

"Any talking while I was gone, girls?" He asked immediately. My heart shot to my throat and I just buried my face in the blankets and pretended not to hear his question. "Kristina Ann.....were you talking?" Dad asked firmly. "No Uncle Nick, I wasn't." She quietly replied. "I see. Was my daughter talking?" He asked quietly.....too quietly. My eyes filled with fresh tears as I lay still, knowing I was in big trouble. Kristina softly spoke, "Yes Sir, she was." Dad sighed audibly and walked toward my dresser. I hid my face in the blankets and froze still, sniffling. 

I felt Daddy's strong, left hand as he ran it down the length of my red hair before grasping it in his hand and tugging my head to the side......forcing me to face him. He knelt down next to me and his dark eyes captured mine as a tear escaped and slowly rolled down my cheek. 

"I believe I told you explicitly to keep your mouth shut, Natalie Lynn. Now my niece, who has no discipline in her life was able to manage to obey me.....but my little girl....my daughter couldn't make it 3 minutes without deliberately disobeying me. Disappointing." He firmly scolded. I *hate* that word and I tried to immediately explain, "Daddy, I'm sorry.....I only said I needed to get my water.....I wasn't trying to disobey you Daddy.....please.....I'm sorry." I whined as I peered up into his steely, agitated gaze. His eyes narrowed at mine before speaking, "To get your water? So you got up too?" Dad asked. My eyes shot down, I was panicking inside, knowing I was only making this worse. Tears spilled down my cheeks at a consistent pace now and I simply shook my head yes. Dad glared at me......even from my peripheral vision, the look was unnerving. I hate when I make my father look at me like that. 

Dad immediately rose to his feet and I saw his paddle in his left hand. My bottom was so incredibly sore after my punishments that I couldn't imagine another paddling. I cried hard and threw my hands back, covering my bottom as I begged, "Daddyyyy pleassseee don't p-p-paddle me again.....p-p-pleassseeee." Dad tapped the paddle against his large, open palm and again gave me a penetrating glare. "I gave you two simple instructions to follow for 3 minutes......YOU CHOSE TO DISOBEY ME AND DID BOTH! MOVE YOUR DAMN HANDS, LITTLE GIRL!" Daddy shouted. My entire body jumped and tensed up as I again cried uncontrollably into the blankets and turned my face away from my angry fathers intense stare. It breaks my heart when he yells at me and I'd just made him do it again. I pulled my hands away from my bottom and brought them up to my face as I laid shaking and crying, my bottom elevated and waiting for Dad to paddle me again. 

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A hard and fast dozen and a half swats rained down on my incredibly tender bottom. Daddy's paddle is absolutely unforgiving. The immediate bite only sinks to a deeper throb. I cried hard and fought to keep my hands from again returning to protect my poor bottom. 

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He focused the last dozen or so to my thighs and sit spots. I squealed out to him, "Owwww, I'm sorrryyy Daddyyyy." I cried so hard I hadn't heard him sit the paddle back down. The bed dipped as he sat down next to me and slowly, firmly rubbed my back as I slowed my crying to gentle sobs. I slowly tilted my head to cautiously look up at his face. He reached out and swiped away a tear from my cheek with his left thumb as he pulled my eyes to his. "You know I don't like to have to paddle you like that....but you know I will if you disobey me, Natalie Lynn.....no more, clear?" Dad spoke softly but very firmly to me as he brushed away another tear. "Yes Sir." I meekly whimpered up to him. After another couple minutes of quiet but intense conversation of the internal kind, as my father again held my eyes captive with his own, he spoke again, "Alright ladies, both of you up....pants up, skirt down and sit down on the desk, let's make sure these lessons have sunk in." I slowly rose to my feet, with my fathers help, my skin stretching tight with every tiny movement. I gingerly lowered my skirt back down over my properly punished bottom, as Kristina raised her jeans just as carefully up over her own sore bottom. 

The next 20 minutes Daddy questioned us about our actions, the lessons he taught us and how we would behave together in the future. Thankfully, we were able to convince him that the lessons had sunk in and we would be good girls from now on. Kristina ended up leaving and Daddy & I spent another hour or so talking. He held me and I sobbed on his chest.....feeling pretty sorry for my poor, abused bottom. I was contrite......and he knew it. But I smiled more than once despite the tender state of my naughty bottom......because it feels pretty darn nice to have a Daddy that cares enough to discipline me when I'm a bad girl.....even if that discipline involved a paddle and his belt. :)

Caught Skipping School (Part #5)

"Kristina Ann, get over here....you're first this time." Dad ordered. I breathed a sign of relief that I would have a few more moments of safety. I listened as Kristina approached my father and I suddenly became very thirsty and chose to speak. 

"Daddy, may I please get my water?" I heard him rise almost immediately and soon saw his shadow as he pressed me to the corner. I closed my eyes tight and held my breath. Daddy spun me around by my shoulders and cupped my chin to draw my gaze to his penetrating stare. I pouted and chewed my bottom lip as he glared at me. 

"When you're being punished, you speak when you're spoken to.....ONLY WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO YOUNG LADY!" My father scolded as he quickly spun me around again and extended his leg, pressing me forward over his thigh and gripping me tightly around the waist. I grabbed hold of his leg and braced for the first swats to land. 

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Ten incredibly swift and harsh swats of his paddle connected with my sore bottom as I whimpered out and squeezed his leg tightly. Hot, salty tears rolling down my cheeks. Daddy stood me upright again and spun me back to the corner without another word being said to me. I stood there pouting and feeling sorry for myself.....continuing to reassure myself that I had the meanest daddy in the whole world.....all I wanted was a drink.....geez. I knew better than to share these thoughts.

"Take a drink and hold it in your mouth Kristina, do NOT swallow it, get over my lap." I heard Dad instruct my cousin. I stole the opportunity to quickly try to rub the sting from my tender bottom. 

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I heard Daddy start to paddle Kristina's bottom with my brush and she whimpered out, slightly muffled by her mouth full of beer. I cringed knowing I was next. 

"You are both 16 years old......not legally old enough to drink. I'm reasonable girls and probably wouldn't see this as too serious an offense.....if you hadn't been skipping school to drink my beer in my house!" Daddy lectured as he peppered her bare bottom with more searing brush swats.

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Kristina sobbed and sniffled. I listened as Daddy sat the brush down on the desk and turned to look over my shoulder to see him drag her off by the upper arm toward the bathroom. "Spit it out." He ordered. She did as she was told and he marched her back to her corner before turning toward me. I quickly turned my face back to the corner as my stomach flip-flopped. My bottom was so sore......I did NOT want another hairbrush paddling. Dad's strong right hand encircled my wrist and he quickly pulled me along behind him to the chair in the middle of the room. He extended his had to me with the can of Bud Light......."Drink, get a big mouthful and don't you swallow it." He instructed. I quickly followed his instructions as he reached out and flung me across his capable lap again. 

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Daddy paddled me hard and fast......smacking the same spots again and again before moving to another. My bottom literally felt as if it were on fire. I whimpered and kicked my legs. I wanted so badly to scream out, but I couldn't with the beer in my mouth. My long, red hair blanketed the carpet beneath me as my tears fell down onto it at a consistent pace. As Daddy began paddling again, I grabbed his ankle and held tightly to it. 

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When Dad finally stopped paddling my bare bottom, I hardly noticed.......my skin was so tight and stung like crazy. Daddy scooped me up and marched me to the bathroom, tipping me over the sink as he barked out, "Spit, now." I spit the beer out and again cautiously peered up at my father, pouting, crying and hoping for a hug. He narrowed his eyes at me as he marched me back to the corner. He knew what I was doing and as much as he loves me, he wont let me manipulate him during a punishment.....he knows all of my little tricks and cuts em off at the pass every single time. 

"No more drinking my beer in my house. Clear?" Dad warned. Almost in unison both Kristina and I meekly offered a, "Yes Sir." 

Again, I wanted my water, and again I didn't think before opening my big mouth. 

"Daddy, can I have my water now please?" I asked as Kristina giggled from the other corner, obviously realizing how stupid my choice was. Dad sighed audibly and it made me cringe. He approached me as I stood hiding in the corner. He reached forward and swept the flowing red hair from my shoulder as he leaned into speak into my ear. It sent chills up my spine as he quietly spoke. "I believe I have already warned you about speaking when you're not spoken to little girl. Now you're making me repeat myself?? You know better!" Dad scolded as he spun me around to again face him. I kept my eyes focused on my feet......I did not want to see the look on his face. He quickly tugged my hair to raise my face to his and fresh tears began to fill my eyes as I saw the disappointment spread across his face. I know better.....these rules are not new to me.....when i'm punished, I am to speak only when he speaks to me, answer with simply a yes or no sir and only elaborate if he asks for it. It's been this way since I was a little girl.....for some reason today, maybe having my cousin here made me more brazen, but whatever the reason, I had now broken this rule twice and my father was NOT pleased with my lack of discipline. 

"Put your hands on the wall, bottom out now!" Dad barked. I quickly grabbed my bottom and backed up against the wall, knowing if Dad was putting me in this position it was to get a full swing. I whimpered out and begged up to him. "Daddy please no. I'm sorry, I only wanted a drink, I'm sorry, I'll stop. Please Daddy don't paddle me again." Tears freely rolled down my cheeks as I searched my fathers face for softening. He again narrowed his eyes at me and immediately stepped forward, grabbing hold of me and putting me in position himself......never a good idea! 

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"Owww.....Daddyyyyyy I'm sorryyyyyyy." I squealed out as my hand instinctively shot back to cover my blazing bottom. This is also a big no-no and it immediately annoyed my father. He quickly snatched my hand from my bottom and pinned it to my lower back as he paddled harder......landing several swats on my thighs as I danced around and squealed and cried. 


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"Ouchhhiiieeee......pleassseeeee Daddyyyyyy." I begged as I choked on my sobs. Dad quickly uprighted me again and spun me to face him. The look on his face was pure irritation and it made me cry harder. "Speak one more time little girl and this paddle will be the least of your concerns. Do you understand me?" He warned in his quiet but firm tone of voice. The tone alone made my stomach turn......Dad was beyond serious and beyond upset with me. I quickly nodded my head and meekly answered up to him, "Yes Sir. Daddy I'm so sorryyyy." He glanced at me for another minute, gauging the sincerity of my apology before placing me back in my corner. My bottom was absolutely on fire. Every movement seemed to stretch the skin even tighter and I stood sobbing facing my corner. 

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Caught Skipping School (Part #4)

"Come here, young ladies." Dad instructed. I turned from the corner and slowly approached my father, full pout on display. Kristina slunk over from her corner to stand beside me in front of my Dad. 

"So as I sat in my office this morning returning emails, one of our campus officers came in and told me he had stopped my little girl and her friend speeding across campus and that you were brats to him. I assured him he must be mistaken, because my little girl was in school. He insisted it was you so I called the school; only to be told my girl was not there today. I drove over to the high school and went into the main office, where I was met with these." Dad explained as he laid out each of the 6 notes on the desk. 

"So, not only today did you ditch class, but apparently this has become quite a regular occurrence in these last several weeks. Am I right?" He asked. I quietly nodded my head yes and stood looking down at my feet. 

"Look at me, Natalie Lynn." Dad instructed. I slowly raised my eyes to meet with his firm, steely gaze. My stomach was in knots as I stood on my shaking legs, hesitantly looking up at my very angry Daddy. I started to nervously chew the corner of my bottom lip as I fought the urge to turn away from his determined, intimidating glare. 

"When your principal handed me these notes.....I was stunned." He started, I lowered my eyes but he immediately caught my chin and raised my face to his again. 

"As I read through each one, I just shook my head in disbelief. Not only is my little girl choosing to skip school, but she was doing it by using my authority and my signature. Do you realize how that made me look? Like I've raised a dishonest girl....a disrespectful and deceitful little girl who is so out of control that she will use whatever means necessary to get her way. In this case, forging her fathers signature to get out of class. It appears to the administrators at your school that I've clearly not done my job in raising you right. You cared about nothing else but getting your way.....forging my signature to do it.....using excuses such as your grandmother died??? You lied to them and to me by omission. I now look like an idiot who raises out of control brats. I can not tell you how much this disappoints me." Dad lectured. 

I hung my head and tried to hold back the tears that were filling my eyes. 

"Daddy I'm sorry. Please don't be disappointed in me, please?" I apologized as I pouted. I *hate* disappointing my father; his approval means the world to me and I hate letting him down. 

"Uncle Nick, we never meant to make you look bad because we didn't think we would get caught. And saying Grandma died as an excuse was kind of mean but we knew it would work better than saying her goldfish died." Kristina giggled. 

"Enough with the excuses, Kristina Ann." Dad snapped as he grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, pinning her to his thigh and tipping her forward as he applied a dozen harsh swats to her bare bottom. 

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"Owww." Kristina whimpered as I stood quietly, not wanting to risk the same treatment. 

"Your clever excuses are further attempts at manipulation, young lady and I wont tolerate it. Clear?" Dad scolded. "Yes Sir, I'm sorry." Kristina contritely apologized as she stood pouting next to me. 

"Though ridiculous......you made an important point in your excuse Kristina. You said you didn't think you would get caught. Your parents may not care enough to check on you, but Natalie will always get caught.....always. I love my children enough to pay attention and check on them. And Natalie knows better than to hide things and lie to me. I was tipped off today, but had I not been, she would have come to her senses eventually and confessed. You two didn't think.......period. You didn't think you'd get caught. You didn't think about how important the classes you were ditching could have been. You didn't think about how your actions would reflect on me or even yourselves for that matter. You simply didn't think. Am I right?" Dad lectured.

"No Uncle Nick, I guess we didn't." Kristina replied. I slowly peered up at my Dad, searching his dark eyes for reassurance as I spoke. "No Sir, we didn't think about any of that. Daddy I never would have intentionally made you look bad, I swear I wouldn't have." I explained. 

"I know you wouldn't have, Natalie.....if I thought you meant to do this and thought through all of the consequences and chose to do it anyway....that would be far worse. I know you didn't think it all through.....that's why children have parents.....it's my job to see around those corners to protect you when you don't think things through......and it's my job to teach you to think and punish you when you don't. Clear?" Dad asked as his eyes held mine captive. I sniffled slightly as I replied, "Yes Sir."

"Now, Kristina, since you didn't forge these notes, you may stand over here and watch while I punish my daughter for her ignorant and dishonest choice. I hope the days the two of you ditched were a lot of fun.......because now, Natalie Lynn, you're going to pay for that choice......bend over the back of the chair and place your hands flat on the cushion. You will not be missing classes again.....I don't care if I have to accompany you to every single one of them.....you're done skipping school, little girl......and you are done forging my signature!" He scolded as he took me by the wrist and led me to the chair. 

I slowly bent over the back of the chair and braced for my spanking. I could see Kristina out of the corner of my eye, watching intently. Dad slapped down the notes in front of me. I looked down at them and wished I could take it back......but I couldn't and now I was going to have to pay for that stupid choice. 

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"Ouch! Owww." I squealed as I instinctively tried to raise up. Dad's strong right hand pressed against the small of my back, holding me firmly in place. 

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I struggled to stay in position and fought the urge to reach back and protect my poor bottom and thighs from Daddy's assault. Kristina shifted from foot to foot in my peripheral vision, pouting but relieved that it was my bottom that was Dad's target and not hers.

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"Owww Daddyyyyy pleassseeeee." I cried out. Again and again Dad connected that awful wooden spoon with my bottom and thighs. 

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My tears fell down onto the forged notes in front of my face as Daddy paddled me hard. He was using a heavy wooden serving spoon.....bigger than a typical wooden spoon and oh my goodness how that thing stung. Daddy swatted the same spot two or three times back to back before moving to another. The burn was incredible and I wanted so badly to jump up but Dad's hand pressed to my back reminded me to stay in position, as difficult as it was. He turned his attention to my sit spots and my thighs......up one thigh and down the other.......hard, heavy and rapid swats peppering my sensitive thighs.

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"I'm sorryyyyy Daddyyyyy......Owwwww......pleaseeeee stop.....Daddyyyy it hurtssss." I squealed as I threw my hand back to cover my tender thighs from his punishing swats. 

"It is supposed to hurt, Natalie Lynn! You know better! YOU FORGED MY SIGNATURE AND YOU LIED TO ME!" Dad shouted as he snatched my hand away from my burning bottom and quickly pinned it to my lower back. I closed my eyes tightly and jumped when he raised his voice at me and then just hung my head and cried as he paddled me again. 

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I cried hard as Dad continued to spank me. Kristina shifted from foot to foot and sniffled, clearly feeling sorry for me. Dad had my hand pinned to my lower back as he spanked me and I wrapped my thumb and index finger around his fingers and held tightly to him as I cried down onto the forged notes.

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"Stand up and look at me, young lady." Daddy instructed. I was still crying hard as I stood up and cautiously looked up at my father. "Are you EVER going to forge my signature again, Natalie Lynn?" He asked as his penetrating stare made it difficult for me not to retract my eyes in an effort to escape his. I sniffled and answered, my voice shaking as I spoke, "No Sirrrr. I'm sorryyyy." 

"Tear them up, throw them away and both of you get your butts back in those corners NOW! Time for lesson 3.......drinking MY beer in MY house!!!" Dad snapped. I quickly jumped to tear up and discard the forged notes, tears still rolling down my cheeks. Kristina scurried off to her corner as I threw away the pieces of paper. I glanced up at Daddy, wanting him to pull me into his arms and hug me. I stood still, crying and hesitantly looking up at him, hoping to inspire leniency. When Dad turned from the desk and saw me still standing there and not in my corner......leniency was not on his agenda.

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He quickly grabbed me by the shoulder and landed a half dozen searing swats to my thighs with his heavy hand. "Ouchhh Daddyyy pleasseeeee." I cried out as he marched me to my corner, swatting again.

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"I told you to get back in that corner, little girl and I meant it!" He scolded as he pushed me to the corner. I stood there crying and looking down at the floor as I waited for lesson 3 to begin and felt sorry for myself.

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Caught Skipping School (Part #3)

"You in that corner, now." Dad ordered as he pointed across the room. He didn't have to tell me twice; I was relieved to be out from under his intense gaze for the moment, though I knew it wouldn't last. "You, go put your nose in the corner opposite your cousin, now." He instructed Kristina and she followed my lead and scurried off to her corner. 

I stood quietly facing the corner of the wall as I listened to my Dad pacing behind me. Every time I heard him come closer to me, I'd hold my breath. My little mind was racing. I've been through this process dozens of times, probably more. I'm not a 'bad' girl, but I have a naughty streak. When that naughty streak comes out, I get into trouble with my father. He and I seem to disagree on the definition of the term "acceptable behavior." So I've been spanked numerous times. It always hurts...it's always somewhat embarrassing being tipped over my Daddy's knee like a bratty 7 year old girl and soundly spanked on my bare bottom. Somehow, this, facing a punishment with not only a witness but accomplice, seemed sooooo much more humiliating. 

"Ladies, by my count, you've got 5 lessons you clearly need taught this afternoon." Dad announced from across the room. I rolled my eyes, knowing he couldn't see my face at the moment. "Turn around, girls." He instructed. I turned from the corner and stood facing my father, nervously chewing on my bottom lip and fidgeting with my fingers and the hem of my skirt. I glanced over at Kristina and saw she had the same pouty, nervous look on her face. I cautiously looked up at my Dad and did my best to inspire leniency with my wide-eyed, innocent, didn't-know-I-was-wrong Daddy's girl pouting. He quickly narrowed his eyes at me, my cue to knock it off, he wasn't buying it. 

"Let's start at the top, shall we.......skipping school. Either of you have an explanation as to why you didn't need to be in class today?" He asked. 

"Daddy I was sick..........of school. And it's not a big deal, I didn't ditch class on any important day, I go every time I have exams and crap like that." I started again to excuse my behavior, obviously not thinking. My father shook his head and glared at me, his eyes holding mine captive for several agonizing moments. My stomach was turning and I was regretting this entire day now. 

"Enough with your bullshit excuses girls. This is ridiculous. You can designate what days of school are important? Because you both at 16, know so much more than the administrators who facilitate your educations, right?" He scolded. Almost in unison, Kristina and I answered, "No, Sir." 

"You don't know everything, young ladies. Far from it. You'd be wise to learn this lesson today; if you ditch school again, you'll be more sorry than you're about to be now. Clear?" He warned. Again, Kristina and I answered together, "Yes, Sir." 

Dad picked up my maple hairbrush from my dresser and tapped it against his thigh as he spoke again. "Natalie Lynn, put the chair in the center of the room." My heart sunk, but I quickly followed his directions. As I positioned the chair, my eyes stayed focused on the hairbrush in my fathers hands. God, I hate that thing. It stings like hell and just a few well-placed swats will have me squirming and whimpering over his lap.....and he never stops at "a few." I knew I was about to get a memorable spanking but my only focus was to remain as stoic as possible.....I was *not* about to be crying over my Daddy's knee in front of my cousin.......I hoped. 

"Kristina Ann.....I want you standing right inside of the bathroom so you can hear your cousin receiving her first spanking before you receive yours. Go!" Dad barked as he pointed toward the door to my bathroom. Kristina quickly scurried off, obviously exhaling a sigh of relief that she wasn't going to be first. Dad returned his eyes to mine and his penetrating stare turned my stomach again as he quietly but quickly approached me. He reached out and caught me by my upper arm and marched me toward the chair. 

"Skirt up now, young lady." Dad ordered as he sat in the chair and placed the hairbrush next to him on the desk. I slowly raised my skirt and he quickly took me by the wrist and pulled me down over his lap. 

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Dad wasted no time at all in quickly bringing down his hard, heavy hand again and again on my pantied bottom. It stung, but wasn't unbearable. He didn't lecture at all, rather focusing his energy on properly punishing my naughty bottom as I lay over his knee. 

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Every swat seemed to fall harder than the last. My breathing was as rapid as the stinging swats raining down. He began peppering my thighs with dozens of harsh smacks that immediately had me squirming and wiggling to avoid the punishing swats. I grabbed hold of his ankle with my right hand and held tight to him, biting my lip and trying not to whimper audibly.

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The stinging slaps of his hand tested my resolve to remain stoic, but somehow I managed it. Just as I was praising myself for this small achievement, I felt Dad reach for the hairbrush. Stoic left pretty darn quickly. 

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"Owww......Daddy pleassseeee, I'm sorryyyy." I squealed as he paddled my upturned bottom with that damn brush. 

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I kicked my legs and whimpered out several times as I held tightly to his ankle. "Up, corner now!" Dad barked harshly as he swatted my sit spots hard with the brush. CRACK!  CRACK!  I quickly jumped up and rushed off to the corner, brushing the tears from my eyes and exhaling a sigh of relief that lesson #1 was over, for me anyway. Then remembering I still had 4 more to go, I again pouted and panicked as I listened behind me to Daddy calling to Kristina.

"Let's go Kristina Ann. Jeans down, over my knee now, young lady." I couldn't see what was happening, but I knew she had quickly complied because within seconds I heard my Dad's hand connecting with her bottom as he had mine a few minutes ago. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK 

Kristina clearly had underestimated the strength of my fathers' hands......and she'd probably never received a real spanking in her life. She was very quickly sobbing and squealing out as Daddy punished her bottom. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK 

"Ouccchhhh I'm sorryyyyy." She squealed. I heard the unmistakable sound of wood sliding across wood and I knew Daddy was about to take the hairbrush to her bottom. 

CRACK CRACK!   Two loud cracks echoed off the walls and a shrill from Kristina, "Holy shit! Owwwww." I started to laugh......I couldn't help myself. I was so shocked that she would react by cursing when he bottom was being paddled. "Kristina Ann, stand up." I quickly bit my lip to stifle my giggles. I heard my father rise from the chair and very quickly approach me from behind. I held my breath and shut my eyes tight. He grabbed my shoulder and quickly spun me around to face him. "Laughing?? You know better." He lectured as he quickly spun me back around and landed a half dozen searing brush strokes on my thighs. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK   I danced around in the corner, trying to wish away the sting. "First your excuses, then the sarcasm and now laughter Natalie Lynn. One more.....anything else out of you at all and I'll go downstairs and get the paddle. Do you understand me?" Dad warned as he applied another half dozen rapid swats. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK   "Owwww......yes Sir. I'm sorryyyy." 

"Kristina Ann, back to your corner." Dad instructed and I glanced over my shoulder and watched her shuffle off to the corner. Her bottom was already dark red, she obviously hadn't been spanked good and hard before; she marked way faster than I usually do. And I knew if Dad was going to be harder on anyone, it would be me, because I am his and I do know better. 

"Lesson number 2, young ladies.......forgery."


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