Finally after the four long hours in the car I pull up to your house. I am taken by how clean the yard is kept and in awe that all the leaves are off of the grass and in some sort of wire bin out front to keep them off. This feeling of anxiety runs through me. Do I really want to walk up to the door and knock? I know that this is what my inner soul desires so I get out of my car. To my surprise you greet me at the door as you have anxiously been waiting my arrival. I enter your house looking all around and am really impressed by all the d�cor. However, I snap back to the reason I'm there; I've been naughty and you have promised to help me with that. You come within distance of me and put your arms around me to give me a hug. I am startled and my hands fly up to protect my face. You reassure me that everything will be all right and that I have no reason to be scared. But I do!
You offer me a seat on the couch right next to you. We talk for a little bit, getting to know each other better and then you hint to me that I need reassuring and offer me to come cuddle up on your lap. Naturally I come over like a little girl coming to her daddy for love. I sit on your lap leaning against your chest listening to your heartbeat. When you speak to me, I hear the murmurs inside of you as well. After a while you tell me that you know I have had a long drive and that you would like to prepare a bath for me. At first I decline, but you show compassion in saying that it will relax me and then we can take a short nap before getting down to business. I start to sob, for a couple of reasons. One you're like that man I've always needed, like the daddy I always wanted. One where I can come and cuddle on your lap when I need nurturing. The other reason is because I don't want to be punished for being naughty. I start to cry to you telling you that I have learned my lesson and that I will be good from now on. It is now that you firmly yet softly tell me that we are going upstairs so that I can take a bath.
As we walk up the stairs I reassure you that I can take a bath by myself and that in fact I prefer to take a shower. You apply a firm swat on my bottom to let me know that you will be helping me take a bath and I am not to speak another word about it. You send me into your spare room and instruct me to sit on the bed removing nothing. You go into the bath and run the sink water, which is peculiar to me. I don't think anymore of it. You come into the room where you find me just as you instructed. You smile when you see that I have even volunteered to have my hands folded in my lap. You walk over with not a word and take off my shoes. Speaking softly you order me to stand and face you as you sit on the bed. I become anxious because of the unknown?what's going to happen next?
You look at my face and see that I'm looking down at the ground. You tell me there is nothing to be ashamed about except for my naughty behavior. You are quite surprised that my smart ass mouth hasn't smarted again. You instruct me to look into your eyes. We exchange looks for a few moments and then you reach out to grab the top button of my shirt. The natural instinct in me is to protect my face and I jump back and put my arms up. This lets you really know about my past and you stand up to hug me and let me know in a very loving voice that you won't ever hurt me the way I have been hurt before. You sit back down and draw me close to you. You take into your hands the bottom of my shirt and start unbuttoning it. My hands go directly to cover my breasts. You then order me to put my hands down at my side and turn around. You reach for the zipper in my plaid skirt and start to pull it down. Slowly and gently you unzip my skirt and let it fall to the ground. You have me step out and you pick it up and turn me around. Now I stand there in my underwear and you reach your arms around me to the back and unclip my bra and let it fall as well. I feel my face reddening in your presence especially as you reach into the waistband of my panties. You slowly lower them and I step out of them. Now I am completely naked and you comment on how beautiful my body is. You get up and leave not saying a word.
You return with a towel and lay it on the bed. You assure me that I will leave with a clean slate. You point to the towel on the bed and I take that as a hint and go lay down on it. Face down of course. Again the anxiety runs through me?am I going to be punished before I take a bath? I feel the room empty again as I hear your footsteps out in the hall. I hear you in the bathroom and you dropped something. I have become frightened as you curse; something about water all over the floor but that it's okay because you have another. My mind starts racing. Another what?! Seconds later I hear that water running in the sink again. I can just only imagine what you are doing.
When you return you tell me that I am not to look at you till you tell me too. I have my arms crossed and my head is facing the towel underneath me and my eyes are closed. I feel you sit on the bed and rub my legs moving slowly up to my bottom. You rub my bottom for a few minutes telling me that you are going to make sure I leave feeling clean and that there are a few things that will ensure the cleanliness. You take your hand away and I hear something open. I do not dare look for you told me not to. Next thing I know you're parting my cheeks and inserting something. I jump and turn to look but a firm smack lets me know that I am still not allowed to look. It's so far in that it feels like its going to come out my mouth. Then the movement of it stops. I hear something that I can't figure out what it is. I am startled by the feeling of liquid entering my body and let out a cry. It's not cold, and it's not extremely hot but it is very warm. You start rubbing my back and whispering that you are just helping me to leave fully clean.
Many thoughts are running through my head. You are trying to talk to me but I am just in this daze. I still can hear your voice and your soft touch rubbing my back, but I am unable to respond. I just want what is invading me out and this feeling makes it hard for me to keep from occasional cries out. The feeling of being full and the cramps that come with it are unpleasant. I tell you that and you tell me that you know but that this is for my own good. I just wish it was over. Finally you stop rubbing my back and withdraw the intruder. You tell me that I am to hold all the liquid or that I will truly be sorry, more than I already am. I hear your voice telling me that I am a good girl but that sometimes I am naughty and need to be punished for it. Suddenly I jump. You have just inserted a plug to help me keep all the liquid in until its time to release it.
We talk for a few minutes, I am still not allowed to look. Finally you question me as to how I feel. I express in a whine like tone that I don't think I can hold it anymore and that I'm going to burst. It is now that you make me aware that I've held it for 30 minutes and that you will help me into the bathroom and I will be allowed to free myself of this liquid. As you wait for me to finish, you start running the bath water. When I'm done you help me into the tub and tell me to sit down. Nervous about getting into trouble further I decide that I will listen to you fully. I'm not sure of all that will come but from the sounds of it, I won't enjoy it either. You have me lean back so that you can wet my hair. You pull out the bottle of Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo so that incase you do get it in my eyes it won't burn. You slowly and gently wash my hair. Then you soap up your hands and start washing my body, first my back then my chest working your way down. You have me lay back now all the way so it's like I'm laying in the tub and you spread me and was my private. I feel my face reddening again as you start to stroke my clit fast and hard. I'm squirming which causes you to get all wet. With your free hand you apply a few hard, stinging slaps to my inner thigh that get my full attention. You tell me that if I don't settle down you will spank me for getting you all wet?on my wet bottom. I relax and you tell me to turn over. I hesitate as you have fully washed my body already; or so I thought. You reach for a toothbrush and apply some soap to that. You tell me that you have bought one especially for me and that it is the soft bristled one. I lunged forward when you stuck the brush where I least expected it. I cried out and asked you to stop but you asked me if I wanted to leave feeling totally new and I told you that I did. You work that brush in me for a good 5 minutes making sure to use enough soap. Finally to tell me to stand up so that you can run water all over me to make sure all the soap is off. Little did I know that it was going to be cold!
I finally open my eyes and see that you are standing there with a great big soft towel waiting for me to step out of the tub. I do and you dry me off; starting with my hair and working on down. I feel like a little girl, but with how naughty I was, this is how I should feel. You pick me up into your arms and carry me into a different room. This one must be the master bedroom. The room is the biggest of those I've seen so far, but it has some rather strange cabinets in it. It's now naptime. I ask for my clothes but you say why do I need them if they are just going to come off later. We lay down together on the bed and you set the alarm for an hour later. Your hand rubbing my back was all I needed to fall asleep. Apparently, you fell asleep too because you jumped when the alarm went off. You kissed my forehead and then my lips to wake me up completely.
Suddenly, it was time for the inevitable, my punishment. You made me stand on the floor with you sitting on the bed; your feet touching the ground. As I went to assume the position after 5 minutes of lecture a sofa caught my eye. I thought to myself that I hadn't seen it earlier. You start spanking me with your hand slowly. Up and down and all around you spank. The intensity increases and I start to squirm. Next thing I know I'm crying like a little child over you lap for a spanking. I beg you to stop time and time again. That's strange, the spanking stopped?could it be over already? I feel you reaching around and the next thing I know you are paddling me like there is no tomorrow. I start crying all over again from the pain. I don't think I can take it any longer it hurts too much. We have a safe word but only because you don't know my limits that well. I think about safe wording but decide against it for it shouldn't be used for unbearable pain. After a few minutes of the paddle you stop. Just my luck, you just want to reposition me. You start the fire up again and now my legs are kicking. This whole time you are telling me how naughty I have been and how if I ever do these things again this spanking will be nothing like what I will have to look forward too. I'm crying hysterically and tell you that I promise not to be naughty again and to not be wise and I just go through the list apologizing. You comment on the color of my bottom and express your deep concern of bruising. You tell me that you are done using the paddle for now and that you are going to keep going with my punishment. You lift me up and tell me to go over to the end of the sofa and bend over with my legs as far apart as I can. I tremble and cry out that I can not take anymore. Then a firm swat is placed on my bottom and I now run across the room to the sofa. That just made my bottom feel like a thousand bees stung me. I look back at you and see that through your shorts you seem to be having a problem. Perhaps later I will be able to relieve that for you.
I see you go and open one of the cabinets. You pull out a riding crop and I cry like there is no tomorrow. I plead with you and put my hands behind me to cover my bottom and you swat at them with the crop. You yell at me to assume the position over the couch or you will take off your belt. Knowing my bottom can't take much more I obey. I just assumed that you were going to use the crop on my already abused bottom but the first one lands on my left thigh. You alternate back and forth until you think I have been punished enough. My hands have been flying around to try and protect my body. I promise over and over again that I'm sorry. Finally you tell me that I only have to get through one more part and then the spanking will stop. I can't imagine going through anything else. You tell me that because I have acted like a 5 year old that I will take one stroke from the cane for every year. If I move, it won't count. I am to count each one. I feel the cane resting against my hurting bottom. Can I really withstand this?
The cane leaves my bottom and I hear it through the air...SWISH?.YEOW?I stand up and jump around like a bunny rabbit that has just learned to jump. You tell me to get down again and that it didn't count. I beg you not to do this to me and you abruptly tell me that you aren't the cause of my punishment. After a few minutes I bend back over and the cane leaves again. It lands right on the same spot as the first one. I scream bloody murder and say "two". You are impressed with my obedience and tell me that I only have 4 more to take. The second and third one come and go rather fast but the 4th one lands and I grab my bottom and plead for forgiveness. You tell me that once I finish these assigned strokes I will be forgiven and have a clean slate. Down I go and take the second one for the fourth stroke. I suck in air like no tomorrow and try not to scream. That one hurt so bad that I can't even relax enough to breathe. You give me a few minutes and tell me that I only have one more. I ask for mercy and you don't grant it but tell me to take it like a big girl. I cry uncontrollably; man have I cried a river yet, I think to myself. Finally the fifth one; it crosses all the others and wraps around hitting my bull's eye target. I feel like I'm going to pass out from the pain. You peel me off the couch and take me over and lay me on your bed. I'm crying uncontrollably and you tell me that all is forgiven. You rub my bottom and thighs trying to take some of the sting out of them. You tell me that you won't allow me to drive back home tonight because I'm in no condition to sit down. You apply some cream gently to my bottom and tell me that you are sorry but that you do not regret doing what you had to do to correct me.
About two hours later you come and wake me up. Dinner is ready and since I haven't eaten much today you say I need to eat. I honestly don't feel like eating and you tell me that if I don't allow you to feed me that you will take the crop out again. Then I eagerly ate the food as you put it into my mouth. When I'm done you lay next to me on the bed and ask me how I feel. I tell you that I'm very sore and you explain that I will be, but that I feel like I'm brand new. Now we hug and cuddle like never before. You tell me that you wanted to do that earlier but that you felt that I just needed to lay down and cry some of it off. You were there and that's what really matters to me. I needed that someone to be there and rub my back even if it was a hug that I longed for. You told me that you loved me and that this is the only reason that you punished me like you did. We went to bed early that night. I normally sleep on my back but tonight decided it was going to be my side or my tummy because I didn't want to be reminded of that spanking I had gotten earlier.
You woke me up in the morning and said I was beautiful. We exchanged kisses and then you told me to come on downstairs for breakfast. I explained that I wasn't really hungry and you quickly walked back into the room put your hand in the small of my back to hold me down on the bed and gave me 10 hard swats to my bottom. I apologized instantly and cried for you to stop. Sitting for breakfast was hard and sore but I needed to drive home and you wanted to make sure I could sit first.
After breakfast we went upstairs. You told me that you had one last thing to do before I left. You didn't want me to forget this spanking for a long time. You told me to lay face down on the bed. You pulled from your night stand a tube. I do not know what was in that tube but you but a lot on your finger and inserted it into my bottom. You worked it all around like you had missed a spot and then you gobbed some all over my bottom and thighs. It stung like hell and I asked for you to stop and take it off. It had an old person odor to it. You told me that this "special" cream would make blood rush to my bottom and thighs and hole and would increase the pain I was feeling. I would be able to feel it at least the rest of the day?you assured me of that. I got dressed and we said our good byes. You made me promise that I would not make any stops on the way home except for pit stops and gas and that I would call home to you as soon as I got there. I left promising that I wouldn't make any stops but those necessary and let you know I wanted to see you again; but not necessarily for the same treatment. You watched as I drove off down the street. I cried as I was driving and not because of the pain but because I was leaving that daddy that I always wanted.