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. :)
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Thursday, March 13, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
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...
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...
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Daddy's Baby
I usually wake up super early. On school days I am used to waking up at 5:45 a.m. everyday to make breakfast and lunch for my boys and the habit just carries over into the weekends! Daddy was good enough to wake up just enough to change me. Thank goodness! It's quite hard to get much done in a full overnight diaper! :/ Daddy told me to enjoy the feeling of being dry, because it would be a LONG time before I felt it again. *Yikes!* He informed me this was a "Learning Day" and we were focused on my use of the word "No." Daddy said that it was NOT to be tolerated and I would have to think about that as I had to stay in my wet diaper. This was extremely unpleasant!
So, the morning went on as usual; making breakfast, doing the dishes, laundry etc. The longer the day went on, the longer my diaper got! I was terribly uncomfortable and was feeling quite embarrassed by this point. It was quite obvious that I had a diaper on...and a very WET one at that. I kept importuning Daddy to change me. Every time I pleaded with him, he just smiled, laughed and felt my diaper. Every time he would say, "That's not full yet!" I was to the point that I was almost in tears, when Daddy finally turned to me and said, "Would you like to be changed?" Well, I can tell you, I was up the stairs like a shot! I have never been so happy to be changed!
What I hadn't thought about, was the fact that Daddy had a spanking prepared for changing time. The first thing Daddy did, after taking off my wet diaper and cleaning me, was to take my temperature again. *Ick!* Then he picked me up and took me to the "other" side of the bed. This is where Daddy performs his punishments. He bent me over and asked me if I knew why this was a "Learning Day" and why I was being punished repeatedly. I answered yes, meekly. My body was already cringing for what was about to happen. Daddy then paddled my bottom, repeatedly stopping to remind me of the reason for my punishment. I know he didn't use full force...he was saving that for later. But it was hard enough to cause small tears on my part. Daddy then stood me up and hugged me. He asked me if I was alright. I nodded and he lifted my face to his and he kissed me gently on the lips. He said, "Come on. Let's put you in a fresh diaper." Daddy is always so gentle when he is taking care of me!
We then went out to run some errands. When we got home...we had some dinner and drinks and just relaxed for a while. Eventually, it was time for me to have my shower and present myself for inspection to Daddy. So, I did just that. I showered, shaved and then Daddy dressed me in my little "BabyDoll" dress and socks and hair ribbons; but NO diaper. I knew what that meant. Daddy ordered me upstairs to wait for him. He told me to go upstairs and when I got there, I would know what position to assume. When I reached the bedroom, the pillows were stacked in the middle of the bed, with one pillow on the other side. I am meant to bend myself over the pillows in the middle, bottom up in the air, and my face goes into the other pillow...to muffle my screaming. THIS would be a BAD punishment. :(
He paddled me VERY hard. Stopping in between sets to scold me, take my temperature, and to see if I was okay. ( Oh, there was also some anal play, see Daddy's blog for details on that.) Sometimes I wish he would just keep going and get it over with! When he stops repeatedly, a paddling seems to last forever! (But in all honesty, I don't think I could take a paddling that hard without the breaks.) By the time he was finished, I was quite humbled and contrite. Daddy held me, loved me, and then diapered me. After all of that, I was so tired, I just curled up on the couch next to my Daddy, he put my pacifier in my mouth and I fell right to sleep.
I am so grateful to my Daddy for all his love, care and attention...I am SO LUCKY! :)
So, the morning went on as usual; making breakfast, doing the dishes, laundry etc. The longer the day went on, the longer my diaper got! I was terribly uncomfortable and was feeling quite embarrassed by this point. It was quite obvious that I had a diaper on...and a very WET one at that. I kept importuning Daddy to change me. Every time I pleaded with him, he just smiled, laughed and felt my diaper. Every time he would say, "That's not full yet!" I was to the point that I was almost in tears, when Daddy finally turned to me and said, "Would you like to be changed?" Well, I can tell you, I was up the stairs like a shot! I have never been so happy to be changed!
What I hadn't thought about, was the fact that Daddy had a spanking prepared for changing time. The first thing Daddy did, after taking off my wet diaper and cleaning me, was to take my temperature again. *Ick!* Then he picked me up and took me to the "other" side of the bed. This is where Daddy performs his punishments. He bent me over and asked me if I knew why this was a "Learning Day" and why I was being punished repeatedly. I answered yes, meekly. My body was already cringing for what was about to happen. Daddy then paddled my bottom, repeatedly stopping to remind me of the reason for my punishment. I know he didn't use full force...he was saving that for later. But it was hard enough to cause small tears on my part. Daddy then stood me up and hugged me. He asked me if I was alright. I nodded and he lifted my face to his and he kissed me gently on the lips. He said, "Come on. Let's put you in a fresh diaper." Daddy is always so gentle when he is taking care of me!
We then went out to run some errands. When we got home...we had some dinner and drinks and just relaxed for a while. Eventually, it was time for me to have my shower and present myself for inspection to Daddy. So, I did just that. I showered, shaved and then Daddy dressed me in my little "BabyDoll" dress and socks and hair ribbons; but NO diaper. I knew what that meant. Daddy ordered me upstairs to wait for him. He told me to go upstairs and when I got there, I would know what position to assume. When I reached the bedroom, the pillows were stacked in the middle of the bed, with one pillow on the other side. I am meant to bend myself over the pillows in the middle, bottom up in the air, and my face goes into the other pillow...to muffle my screaming. THIS would be a BAD punishment. :(
He paddled me VERY hard. Stopping in between sets to scold me, take my temperature, and to see if I was okay. ( Oh, there was also some anal play, see Daddy's blog for details on that.) Sometimes I wish he would just keep going and get it over with! When he stops repeatedly, a paddling seems to last forever! (But in all honesty, I don't think I could take a paddling that hard without the breaks.) By the time he was finished, I was quite humbled and contrite. Daddy held me, loved me, and then diapered me. After all of that, I was so tired, I just curled up on the couch next to my Daddy, he put my pacifier in my mouth and I fell right to sleep.
I am so grateful to my Daddy for all his love, care and attention...I am SO LUCKY! :)
Monday, February 10, 2014
Revisitation Day 2
And so we come to day 2. The first time my Daddy changed me on Saturdaymorning , he opened up the tapes of the diaper and pulled it down. There is always a rush of cold air on my damp skin when he does this. Daddy pulled out the wipes and gently cleaned me. Making sure not to miss any folds or crevices. Once I was all clean he left me naked and stood me up. He took me to the other side of the bed where he bent me over. He gave me a lecture about why I was having to revisit this learning day. I answered that it was because I hadn't learned my lesson the first time. Daddy then proceeded to "lightly" paddle my bottom. He stopped and walked to the opposite side of the bed and knelt down in front of my face. He asked me what I had done wrong to deserve yet another "Learning Day". I told him that I had STILL been trying to tell Daddy what to do and I was STILL trying to make decisions. He asked me if I would be doing this again. I answered very quietly "No." Daddy whispered softly, "You will NOT forget THIS time." I whimpered softly into my pillow.
Then Daddy stood up and walked back around behind me. I could hear him closing the cap on something and then all of a sudden I felt Daddy's finger slide inside my bottom. He started rubbing his finger all around inside my rectum and I could feel an intense burning sensation beginning to build. I cried out, "No Daddy!" Daddy stood up and picked up the paddle. Daddy said this next set of spankings was for "telling" him I was going potty instead of "asking" him. He paddled each cheek a number of times separately and then the final set was hard and DEAD center! Daddy said he was paddling me so hard because I was trying to act like a BIG gir. It WAS very long and very hard, and I had a VERY hard time staying still. I kept squirming. Daddy warned me to stay still or he would have to start all over again. I just whimpered at the very thought of that. Daddy did not stop until I was totally bawling uncontrollably; at which point, he finally took pity on me. I had curled myself up into a sobbing ball. I heard him drop the paddle and he rushed to comfort me. He laid down next to me and wrapped his strong protective arms around me. He asked me if I knew that I was the most important thing in the world to him. I said yes and then he asked if I knew that, why would I try and tell him what to do? Wouldn't every decision he made be in MY best interest? I told him he was right and I apologized. He kissed my head and face. He told me how proud he was of me for taking my punishment like a good girl. Once I had stopped sobbing and my breathing had slowed, Daddy turned me over on my back and put a fresh diaper on me. He stood me up, kissed me on the lips and hugged me VERY tightly! I felt SO SAFE!
Later that afternoon we had to go out so Daddy let me wear a pull-up instead of a regular diaper, which I was very thankful for. (The other diapers he puts on me are plastic and you can hear them when I walk!) But just before we left he turned me over the end of the couch and put some Bengay in my bottom, just to be sure I remembered it was STILL "Learning Day" even though we would be out in public. As if I could forget! I was very careful not to "use" my diaper until the car ride home. I had been deathly afraid of leaking through my pants and I had to pee REALLY badly!
After we got home Daddy took me to the bedroom and changed me into a clean nightgown. Then he laid me down on the bed. He spread my legs and began to clean me with a soft baby wipe. I felt a warm wave of love wash over me as he did this very tenderly and gently. Then he wrapped my bottom in a fresh soft diaper. Daddy said that I was his good little girl and I smiled up at him. He took pity on me that night and didn't spank me, because my bottom was already very red and sore. So I just fell asleep very happily in Daddy's arms.
Day 3...and FINAL "Learning Day". Will tell you all tomorrow how it winds up!
Then Daddy stood up and walked back around behind me. I could hear him closing the cap on something and then all of a sudden I felt Daddy's finger slide inside my bottom. He started rubbing his finger all around inside my rectum and I could feel an intense burning sensation beginning to build. I cried out, "No Daddy!" Daddy stood up and picked up the paddle. Daddy said this next set of spankings was for "telling" him I was going potty instead of "asking" him. He paddled each cheek a number of times separately and then the final set was hard and DEAD center! Daddy said he was paddling me so hard because I was trying to act like a BIG gir. It WAS very long and very hard, and I had a VERY hard time staying still. I kept squirming. Daddy warned me to stay still or he would have to start all over again. I just whimpered at the very thought of that. Daddy did not stop until I was totally bawling uncontrollably; at which point, he finally took pity on me. I had curled myself up into a sobbing ball. I heard him drop the paddle and he rushed to comfort me. He laid down next to me and wrapped his strong protective arms around me. He asked me if I knew that I was the most important thing in the world to him. I said yes and then he asked if I knew that, why would I try and tell him what to do? Wouldn't every decision he made be in MY best interest? I told him he was right and I apologized. He kissed my head and face. He told me how proud he was of me for taking my punishment like a good girl. Once I had stopped sobbing and my breathing had slowed, Daddy turned me over on my back and put a fresh diaper on me. He stood me up, kissed me on the lips and hugged me VERY tightly! I felt SO SAFE!
Later that afternoon we had to go out so Daddy let me wear a pull-up instead of a regular diaper, which I was very thankful for. (The other diapers he puts on me are plastic and you can hear them when I walk!) But just before we left he turned me over the end of the couch and put some Bengay in my bottom, just to be sure I remembered it was STILL "Learning Day" even though we would be out in public. As if I could forget! I was very careful not to "use" my diaper until the car ride home. I had been deathly afraid of leaking through my pants and I had to pee REALLY badly!
After we got home Daddy took me to the bedroom and changed me into a clean nightgown. Then he laid me down on the bed. He spread my legs and began to clean me with a soft baby wipe. I felt a warm wave of love wash over me as he did this very tenderly and gently. Then he wrapped my bottom in a fresh soft diaper. Daddy said that I was his good little girl and I smiled up at him. He took pity on me that night and didn't spank me, because my bottom was already very red and sore. So I just fell asleep very happily in Daddy's arms.
Day 3...and FINAL "Learning Day". Will tell you all tomorrow how it winds up!
Monday, February 3, 2014
One If By Hand...If Two Then By Paddle!
So, I guess my attitude had not changed significantly enough for Daddy by this morning because I earned myself two ROUGH spankings before noon! The first one was just because it was a "Learning Day" and Daddy said that I needed to understand and be aware of that. Daddy sat on the bed and pulled me over his knee. He pinned my legs down so I could not struggle too much. Daddy spanked me very hard with his bare hand. I was in tears by the second set. After my spanking Daddy stroked my back until I had calmed down some. He kissed me and wiped my tears and we decided to go down to the living room and watch some T.V.
I don't think we were down there for even 10 minutes before Daddy was hauling my a-- upstairs again for another round. He said that I had a bad attitude and it needed adjusting. He had me kneel on the bed again, face down and bottom up. He decided to give me another 20 whacks with the paddle. That thing REALLY hurts. Each stroke sent shock waves through my body. At first, my body fought against the spanking. I was bucking and kicking just trying to get away from that awful paddle. Eventually, I lost the will to fight and my body went limp. I just buried my face in the pillow and bawled. When Daddy was finished, he knew that I had hit my threshold. He gathered me up in his arms and rocked me gently, back and forth for a long time. When I finally managed to compose myself, he lifted my face to his and kissed me very gently. He told me how much he loved me and why he had to punish me yet again. I said that I understood and I nuzzled in closer to him.
If you can believe it, I actually got 6 swats in the kitchen not an hour after my paddling for telling Daddy what to do! (It was a fairly minor incident and since Daddy had JUST paddled my bottom, he just bent me over the kitchen counter and swatted my behind. Believe me, I FELT it after the paddling I just had! Daddy says that I NEED to learn who is in charge and that he will MAKE SURE that I do!
I don't know about you...but I for one believe him!
I don't think we were down there for even 10 minutes before Daddy was hauling my a-- upstairs again for another round. He said that I had a bad attitude and it needed adjusting. He had me kneel on the bed again, face down and bottom up. He decided to give me another 20 whacks with the paddle. That thing REALLY hurts. Each stroke sent shock waves through my body. At first, my body fought against the spanking. I was bucking and kicking just trying to get away from that awful paddle. Eventually, I lost the will to fight and my body went limp. I just buried my face in the pillow and bawled. When Daddy was finished, he knew that I had hit my threshold. He gathered me up in his arms and rocked me gently, back and forth for a long time. When I finally managed to compose myself, he lifted my face to his and kissed me very gently. He told me how much he loved me and why he had to punish me yet again. I said that I understood and I nuzzled in closer to him.
If you can believe it, I actually got 6 swats in the kitchen not an hour after my paddling for telling Daddy what to do! (It was a fairly minor incident and since Daddy had JUST paddled my bottom, he just bent me over the kitchen counter and swatted my behind. Believe me, I FELT it after the paddling I just had! Daddy says that I NEED to learn who is in charge and that he will MAKE SURE that I do!
I don't know about you...but I for one believe him!
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