...and what happened to me

     So, where did I leave off?  Oh yes, I was awaiting my BIG SPANKING.  After Daddy took me out of the corner (BTW it ended up being 30 minutes  instead of 20...not fair!) we spent some time watching movies and then I was ready for bed.  Daddy came and tucked me in.  After he turned off the light he bent down to give me a kiss and whispered very softly, "When I come up you're going to get a spanking that you'll never forget.  You broke a cardinal rule.  Be prepared."
     Needless to say, it was not terribly easy to fall asleep after that but somehow, after a while, I managed to drift off to sleep.  The next thing I heard was Daddy coming into the bedroom.  I immediately woke up and started to panic.  My body tensed and tightened over thinking what was about to come.  Daddy slipped into bed next to me.  I think he could feel my anxiety and he put his arms around me and pulled me very close into him.  He held me like that for a minute or two until I calmed down a little.     
     He then told me that it was time for my spanking.  He pulled me up over his knee, pulled down the back flap on my pajamas and lectured me again about how important New Rule # 5 is.  The new rule is that I will NEVER tell Daddy what we will or will not do.  Daddy is the decision maker and what he says goes.  He went on to tell me that he will always seek out and listen to my advice, but that ANY and ALL decisions are up to Daddy.  I said yes, that I understood and agreed.  Daddy said that for my insolence and disrespect that I would get 15 sets of spankings.  (refer to Daddy's blog for explanation of "sets")   Daddy then stuck my pacifier in my mouth and began to spank me.
     The first hit was so hard and so painful that it sent a shockwave through my body and I cried out.  (Now you know why he put the pacifier in!)  After the first set I was whimpering and breathing very heavy, Daddy rubbed my back, reassured me that this was for my own good, and began again.  Between each set Daddy would give me a minute to compose myself, during which he would ask me to repeat the reason why I was getting this spanking.  At set 10 or 11 he switched from his hand to the bedroom slipper.  I HATE the slipper!  It has a sting to it that is highly unpleasant. 
     There were several times during this spanking that I didn't think I could take anymore.  I was screaming and crying into the pillow (and my pacifier) while my legs were kicking furiously.  At one point, Daddy had to rearrange himself so he could pin me down harder because I was flailing so much.  It felt like my bottom was going to tear open.  But it didn't and eventually it was over.  When it was, Daddy very quickly scooped me up in his arms and held me very tightly.  He rocked me back and forth, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead while I sobbed on his chest.  He repeated the words, "It's okay now.  It's all over.  It's okay BabyDoll.  You are Daddy's good girl."
     It will be a LONG time before I forget this lesson or this punishment.  I love and respect my Daddy and I must learn not to be so obstinate and headstrong.  I understand why Daddy had to punish me so severely and I respect him for having the courage to do so.