The Perils of Stress

     I mentioned yesterday about the stress Daddy and I are under...right?  I believe I also mentioned my inability to stay out of trouble...well, shall we get straight to it then?!  Daddy and I were trying to talk about the decor and design of our new business.  Well, one thing led to another and suddenly we were arguing.  Daddy was not having it, so he grabbed me by the shoulders and put me right in the corner and yanked my pants down.  Now, normally, I would have accepted what he did without question.  But today, I was pissed off.
    We had both been working VERY hard, and that morning was no exception.  I had just finished cooking breakfast, doing the dishes, folding and putting away a load of laundry and a host of other things.  I had just made both of us a hot cup of tea, and all morning, I had been looking forward to sitting down with it.  When Daddy sent me to the corner, and I saw him plop himself down in his chair with HIS nice hot cup of tea, I just went ballistic!   Why should HE get to sit down and enjoy himself, when I had worked harder ALL morning?!
     I yelled to Daddy that I didn't want to be in the corner.  He said, "You stay there!"  I stomped my feet and turned myself around and shouted, "No!"  Well, this did not please Daddy.  He came storming over to me, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me up the stairs, kicking and screaming the whole way.  (Kids were at school, BTW, no worries!)  When we reached the bedroom, Daddy threw me face down, a__ up on the bed.  He grabbed the BIG paddle and just let loose.
     The first blow landed like a thunderclap.  It rocked me to my core...I immediately stood up and yelled out, "Oh F__k!"  Daddy pushed me back down over the bed and continued to beat my bottom.  I screamed like I have NEVER screamed before.  I was begging and pleading for him to stop.  I had never experienced so much pain with each individual swing of that paddle.  (A full 24 hours later, I still cannot sit down.)  When Daddy was finished, I collapsed into a heap on the floor, shaking and bawling my eyes out.
     During the paddling, the force of his blows were so intense, that I managed to urinate all over the end of the bed, the floor and Daddy's legs.  Daddy scooped me up off the floor and laid me down across the bed.  He told me that little girls who have temper tantrums, get treated like the babies that they are. He slowly cleaned me up, diapered me and put a fresh clean onesie and nightgown on me.  He told me that I had been a very bad girl, and I was to spend the whole day in bed.  He said that I was not to get out of bed for any reason, or I would be in some REAL trouble.  I nodded slowly and silently to everything he said.  When I was all clean and fresh, Daddy tucked me in.  He brought me cold juice in my sippy cup and put my pacifier in my mouth.  He kissed my forehead and said, "There.  Now you are back to being my BabyDoll again."  Then he smiled and  I knew I was forgiven.
     As badly as my bottom hurt, and still does, I laid there feeling very content and very loved.  As much as I wanted out of that bed, I knew that Daddy's punishment was fair, just and NECESSARY. I have never behaved so defiantly and my hope is to never do so again.  But I am no angel and we shall see, what we shall see!  ;)   I just laid there, closed my eyes, and dreamed about my Daddy.     :)  

Spanking in Tandem...

     The night before last, I was punished very harshly.  I had been very well behaved for the whole day!  Except for two teeny-tiny infractions...I made the mistake of saying NO twice to Daddy.  Daddy was not explosively angry or anything, he just told me that I would be learning my lesson about the word NO later that night.  All day long, I was dreading the thought of what he would do to me.  

     Daddy told me that I would be getting my punishment at 8 o'clock that evening.  When I questioned why, he told me it was because he had a "group" spanking planned.  We have another DD/bg couple we are friends with.  It turns out, the two "Daddies" came up with an idea.  A joint spanking via telephone at 8 p.m.  *yikes!*  I was NOT happy about that, to say the least.  

     When 8 o'clock came, the phone rang.  I immediately tensed up.  Daddy made some small talk and then he motioned me to come over to the couch.  He pulled up my nightgown and took off my diaper.  He then laid me across his lap while he talked.  I laid there while he tickled my bottom with the flat side of a wooden spatula.  Then, after what seemed like an eternity, he asked if I was ready; he asked his friend if they were ready.  They both put their phones on speaker and I awaited the first smack.  When Daddy finally connected the spatula to my bottom, it stung, but I thought well, at least it's not the BIG paddle.  Boy, I should have reserved judgement on that one!  

     That stupid little spatula put me in a world of hurt!  The more times Daddy struck me, the worse and worse the stinging got.  I reached the point where I was pleading with Daddy to please stop.  He would only stop to lecture me, and then begin again.  The whole time, I could hear my girlfriend getting hers, on the other end.  They were spanking in tandem and taking turns.  First I would get smacked and scream...and then I could hear her getting smacked and screaming.  I'm sure this would make for a very interesting social experiment!  It was terribly effective.  Not only did it hurt like he__, but it was embarrassing as well; to have our friends hearing me get spanked and crying. 

     By the time Daddy was finished, I was bawling into the couch pillow, and I could have sworn my bum was bleeding!  It wasn't...but I did have a few welts coming up; which are still there, by the way.

I promised myself over and over again, that I would behave better the next day...if only to save my a__!

     So on to yesterday...and the feat I was trying to accomplish.  Go ONE whole day without getting a sore bottom.  I was still having trouble sitting, and the welts had not gone down yet.  I was determined to be a good girl; and I was.  I didn't say NO, I didn't tell Daddy what to do and I didn't argue.  That is, until last evening.  :(

     Daddy and I have a business together, and we needed to make some big decisions.  We were discussing purchasing and ordering and things began to get a little heated.  Discussing money, and the lack of it, can send ANY couple into a tizzy.  I was trying to keep my composure, but I felt like Daddy was not listening to what I had to say.  He was not understanding the concept I was trying to explain, and I became extremely frustrated.  When I get upset, I tend to raise my voice...as do most people, I believe.  

     However, in OUR relationship I have given up the right to speak in raised tones and Daddy was having none of it.  He hauled me up off the couch and put me into the corner.  I was MAD!  I stood there huffing and puffing with my arms crossed.  I even went so far as to mouth off to Daddy while I was IN the corner.  *gulp*  He told me that if I uttered one more word, he would wash my mouth out with soap.  :(  I shut up.  You might think that this would be the end of my smart-mouthed behavior.  YOU WOULD BE WRONG!   

     I kept feeling like I wasn't being heard, and I was insistent upon Daddy listening to me.   I think I was only out of the corner 10 minutes when he told me to "get my butt upstairs...NOW!"  I did as I was told, but I was scared to death.  I knew my bottom couldn't take another paddling session right then.  But Daddy was kinder than perhaps he ought to have been.  He bent me over the bed, pulled down my pants and shoved a Bengay coated finger way up inside my rectum.  I immediately started crying.  I sobbed long heavy sobs; but in all honesty, part of it was because I was so relieved he didn't paddle me right then.  As much as the Bengay hurt, it wasn't a traditional spanking.  Daddy knew that I would have been unable to cope with that, so he went a different route.  And for that, I am actually VERY grateful.  

     Even when my Daddy is tough on me, he is always compassionate.  He will never take me to a place that I CANNOT go.  He will always read my reactions and emotions, and do what he thinks I need, and what is best for me.  I could not ask for anything more.  My love for Daddy grows deeper by the second...and I trust him with my life.  Happy Anniversary Daddy!   I love you!

Naughty Little Girl

     So, yesterday was one of those days that starts out fairly well, but does not end as such.  It was a pretty benign start to the day.  We had an appointment first thing in the morning which we all (my husband, youngest son and I) went to together.  After that, we had a few small errands to run.  Then we met up with my mother to drop off our little one.  He was going to have a sleep-over at Grandma's house!  Daddy, and I, were VERY happy at the prospect of some truly "alone" time.  I guess I really should have been leery.  I was reminded rather quickly, that we were still in "Learning Day" mode.
     Daddy had let me wear my pull-ups, instead of the big plastic diaper, when we went out that morning; but after a four hours of meetings and errands, my pull-up was quite at it's capacity....and starting to leak.  *yikes!*  I couldn't wait to get home for Daddy to change me.  I should not have been in such a hurry.  When Daddy brought me upstairs to change me, the first thing he did was to put me into my "BabyDoll" dress and socks and hair ribbons.  Daddy then took off the wet pull-up and cleaned me thoroughly.  He then stood me up without putting a diaper on.  I knew what that meant.  :(   He took me over to the other side of the bed and bent me over.  He started to lecture me about how this was still "Learning Day" and that I would be paddled every time he changed my diaper, to ensure that I would not forget the purpose of this day.  I am NEVER to say "No" to Daddy, and I am NEVER to tell Daddy what to do.
     I am not sure what the exact reason was, but the paddling seemed much harsher to me today than before.  I asked Daddy if he was swinging harder, he said no, but he had read up on a few pointers of how to spank the most effective way...it was effective!  That first paddling was hard, but I got through it.  After which, Daddy put me in a fresh diaper and hugged me.  For the moment, I was very content.
     Daddy and I had a nice afternoon.  We made some appetizers, poured some drinks (mine, in a sippy cup of course!  Little girls don't get big girl glasses) and we watched movies.  It was quite cozy...Daddy made a fire, and we enjoyed each other's company.  The whole time, Daddy is feeding me drinks and I cannot possibly keep my diaper dry.  But I was DREADING the next changing time. Every time Daddy asked me if I wanted to be changed I said "No."  But eventually, I had to give in.  First Daddy set up a changing area in front of the fireplace.  Then he cleaned me, bent me over the end of the couch, and paddled my bottom, but good!  This one brought tears to my eyes.  What the fu__ is he reading?!  After that paddling, I figured I could hold my pee a long time!  But Daddy had ways around that too!
     At about 7 p.m. Daddy said it was bath time.  Yay!  I love it when Daddy gives me a bath.  He is so tender and loving.  He pours warm water over my back and washes me with a soft cloth.  I just let myself relax and enjoy the wonderful feeling of my Daddy taking care of me.  When it was time to get out, Daddy helped me up and out of the tub.  But instead of wrapping the towel around me, he immediately bent me over and put my hands on the toilet lid.  He had the paddle!  I cried, "Please don't Daddy!"  He did not hear me, or care.  Let me tell you...if you think the paddle on a bare bottom stings, try it when your skin is still wet!  :(   I was screaming quite loudly.  Daddy again repeated his lecture on why I was being punished and what I was to learn.  After this quick little paddle session, I tried to be very well behaved.  However, fate was NOT on my side last night.
     After a few drinks, I sometimes forget myself.  It was in one of these forgetful moments that I said, "No Daddy."  BIG mistake!  Daddy was on the phone at the moment with a friend of his who also practices Domestic Discipline with his wife.  The friend actually heard me say no, and Daddy was forced to react, which he did.  He hauled me off the couch as I tried to pull out of his grip.  I was trying to wriggle away from him, but he is stronger than me.  He pushed me over the end of the couch, pulled my diaper down and began spanking me with ferocity.  I had challenged his authority in front of another dominant male.  He had to prove his prowess and dominance.  If he had not taken me to task so severely, it would have shown him to be an ineffective HOH and Daddy.  He spanked me so hard I was kicking and flailing over the end of the couch.  Try as hard as I might to get free, his powerful arms kept me pinned down over the couch.  When he finally let me up I was so mad, I threw a tantrum.  I was stomping my feet and kicking things.  Daddy had finally had enough.  He grabbed me, shoved me in the corner and ripped my diaper off to expose my bottom.  He began taking my dress off too.  He said that bad little girls did not get nice, pretty dresses to wear.  I stood there...naked, shivering and sobbing in the corner.  Daddy said that when I was ready to be a good girl, and accept my punishments, I would be allowed out of the corner.  I stood there a long time, feeling hurt, dejected and even angry.  I wasn't sure if I would ever feel ready to come out of the corner...
   

What I did wrong...

     I got myself into some major hot water tonight.  Daddy and I were having a "discussion" about our future (in terms of our career futures) and I was feeling very grown up and assertive.  I was beginning to let my tongue get ahead of me and I made the mistake of telling Daddy what to do.  That was wrong and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I immediately regretted my decision to let them escape.
     Daddy's expression changed completely.  He grabbed me by the arm, brought me into the living stuck my pacifier in my mouth and put me in the corner.  :(  He told me that I was going to stand there and think about what I did and why he was so upset with me.  Then he went into the kitchen and set the timer for 20 minutes.   I did not like this at all.  I felt very small and ashamed.  I hung my head and stood there.  Daddy came up behind me several times to ask me to repeat why I was in the corner and why Daddy was upset with me.  At one point, Daddy came up behind me and pulled down the back flap of my jammies to expose my bottom.  I then had to remain the rest of the time in the corner with my bottom hanging out.  This, by the way, feels completely humiliating.  However, I suppose that was the point!
     Daddy says that I still have a VERY BIG spanking coming tonight after the kids are asleep.  I am not looking forward to that...but I know that whatever Daddy does is in my best interest.  I will fill you in on the rest of the night tomorrow...as Daddy says I have to write it all down as part of my punishment.