I stood there a long time. Thinking about what I did, and what Daddy would do to me if I stepped out of the corner. I figured that I could hold out for a pretty long time, but eventually, my legs began to go numb and I knew it was either sleep in the corner, or face my punishment. I walked silently over to my Daddy, who was sitting on the couch. I stood in front of him with my head down. He told me to "look" at him. I slowly raised my head to look into his eyes. What I saw was not anger, but disappointment. That is so much worse! I can take Daddy being angry with me...what I can't handle is when I disappoint my Daddy.
He gave me a long lecture about how I have submitted to him and what that means. I no longer have the right to say no, I no longer have the right to refuse, I must obey. I may disagree, but only RESPECTFULLY. I may not act like a spoiled, little brat. He asked me if I was still able to accept these conditions. I slowly nodded yes. I was ashamed of my behavior and wanted Daddy to forgive me. He slowly put me across his knee. I knew this spanking would not be a short one!
Daddy began to spank me with his hand. Slow, hard and methodical. He would give me one set of spankings, then stop, lecture me some more about my inappropriate behavior...tell me how much he loved me and then begin again. This went on for quite some time, until my bottom resembled Rudolph's nose! When Daddy finally thought I'd had enough, he sat me up next to him. He dried my tears, and rocked me while I sobbed. I promised Daddy that I would never act that way again. He said that if I did, I would face a much more severe punishment.
After all of this, we were exhausted and went right to sleep. The next morning when we woke up, I wasn't feeling too hot. But I pretended I was okay...I didn't want to upset Daddy anymore than I already had (not too mention, I did not want Daddy to pull out his thermometer!). Daddy told me when he left, that when he came home from work, we would be starting out right where he left off; punishment-wise. *Gulp*
But when Daddy came home yesterday, he took one look at me and knew something was wrong. I was congested and feverish and Daddy said I looked very pale. Well, that was all Daddy needed. He went right into caretaker mode. He made me some food, brought me medicine and tucked me into bed. He was so concerned that he came to bed with me and held me close until I fell asleep.
My Daddy may be strict with me sometimes, but it is only because he loves me so much! I consider myself extremely fortunate to have such a wonderful Daddy. I am the luckiest little girl in the world!