Broken Lamp

Broken Lamp…A “Little One” Story (M/f, ageplay)

Hey, did you ever see that Brady Bunchä episode when the boys were playing ball in the living room and Peter broke the mom’s favorite vase? Then I think it was Bobby who said, “Mom always says, ‘Don’t play ball in the house’.”

Well, I should have thought about that t.v. show, but I didn’t. I knew I wasn’t supposed to play ball inside. I’m not even sure why we did it. I had a friend over: Katy. Daddy was outside working in the garden.

We were having a good time, until the point when I threw the ball to her a little too high and it hit the lamp. The lamp fell off the table and crashed. Katy and I just froze. We didn’t know what to do. We went over to see the damages, and saw that the lamp was broken into several small pieces.

I was in big trouble. I started to cry almost immediately. Katy just stared at me. She asked what was wrong and I explained that I was gonna get a spanking for doing that. I could tell Katy was shocked. I don’t think she got spankings at home.

I knew Daddy hadn’t heard the crash or he would have come running already. I sat down and was crying so hard that I was shaking. Katy said, “But Sammie, it was an accident, won’t your daddy understand?”

I shook my head no. “He won’t, Katy. He’ll yell at me for playing ball inside. And I’ll get a spanking.”

Then Katy said something that made me look up. “What if I tell him that I did it? He won’t spank me,” she suggested.

The light bulb went off above my head. “Yeah,” I said, “he can’t spank you. But wait, don’t tell that we were playing ball.” I quickly brought the ball into my room and hid it. Then I came back. “Say we were playing a little rough and you ran into it. That won’t be as bad.”

Katy nodded, and the two of us went out to get Daddy. He was still busy in the garden. Wild elephants could have run by and I don’t think Daddy would have even known. We just stood there until he noticed us.

“Umm, Daddy?” I asked cautiously.

“Yes, little one, what is it?” he said.

“Um, there was a little accident in the den. Katy um, kinda broke something,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound too nervous.

Daddy looked at the two of us. “Oh? What got broken? How did it happen? Is anyone hurt?”

The questions were coming too fast. And if I was a little bit older, I might have been able to hear the suspicion in his voice. “No, Daddy, we’re fine.”

Daddy looked at us then and saw that we were all right. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay. What happened, little one?”

“Well, uh, Katy and I were playing and she ran into the table by mistake.”

“I see,” Daddy said. “Katy, are you okay? Is that what happened? What broke? And why were you running inside, anyway?”

Katy looked at me. I could tell these questions were too much for her. I kind of felt like we were being questioned on the witness stand. Daddy would make a great lawyer.

Katy said, “Um, uh, I'm fine, sir. We was just playing a game and I guess, uh, yeah, we, uh, kinda got a little rough, and I jumped up and knocked into it, right, Sammie?”

I knew she was looking to me for support. I said, “Yeah, Daddy, that's what happened.” My lower lip started to tremble a little. I hoped Daddy wouldn’t be able to tell I was lying.

Again, Daddy said, “I see.” I sighed. Then Daddy asked, “And what exactly was it that you broke, Katy?”

At this point, Daddy followed us into the den so we could show him. I pointed to the lamp, which was still laying on the floor in what looked like a million pieces to us.

Katy said, “The lamp, sir. It was an accident, and Sammie didn't do anything, honest.” Katy’s lip started to tremble then, too. I could tell she was nervous, calling Daddy “sir” and all.

Then Daddy took us both by surprise. He said, “I see. Well if Sammie didn't do anything, then it must be your fault, Katy. You know better than to run and play rough inside, don't you? Do you know what happens here to little girls who break the rules and then break lamps?”

Katy’s mouth dropped open and so did mine. I couldn’t believe Daddy was scolding my friend. Was he really gonna spank Katy? No, he couldn’t.

Katy looked worriedly at me and then looked at Daddy. She answered him, “Umm, no, sir. At home, I'd just be sent to my room.”

I felt that I had to defend my friend now. I yelled, “But she didn't mean it, Daddy!”

Daddy was mad, though. He turned to me and said, “Samantha, what is the rule when you are doing something you shouldn't and that causes a problem? The rules apply to Katy too, while she is here.”

“I get a spanking. But Daddy, you can't spank Katy!” I protested. I started to whine a little, always a big mistake.

“Samantha, no whining. While she is in my house, I can certainly spank Katy if she misbehaves.” He turned to my friend and continued, “Katy, do you understand why I am going to punish you?”

Daddy was really putting the pressure on. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t possibly let Katy get a spanking for something I did. But then I should have just told him the truth in the first place. If I confessed now, I’d be in bigger trouble, cuz I lied. Maybe Daddy wasn’t really going to spank Katy. I watched a few minutes more.

Katy answered, “Umm, cuz I was running and broke the lamp, sir?” She asked in a real little voice. She had started to cry and was shaking with fear.

I started to cry, too. I started to beg Daddy. “Daddy, please don't spank Katy. It was an accident. You always tell me, accidents happen.”

“Yes, accidents happen,” Daddy said, “but when you are doing something careless, and against the rules, then it is not really an accident anymore.” Then he pulled Katy close to him. “Katy, do you have anything else to say to me before your spanking?” He looked at me then. “Samantha, do *you* have anything to say?”

I looked up at Daddy then and over at Katy. I didn’t want Daddy to spank Katy. After all, she hadn’t really done anything. It was my fault that we were playing ball inside. And I had thrown the ball. Katy was crying and begging Daddy not to spank her.

I just stood there. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want a spanking, either. When neither of us said anything, Daddy looked as though he was going to start Katy’s spanking. Believe me, I know when one is about to start; I’ve been through enough of them.

I didn’t know it at the time, cuz Daddy’s sneaky, but he was stalling. He said, “Katy, when a little girl breaks the rules in this house, she is expected to own up and take her spanking. Now bend over my lap.”

Katy looked at me. Her eyes bore into mine, wondering if I was really going to let her take my spanking. Finally, I could stand it no longer, especially after hearing Daddy’s words about owning up.

I yelled, “Daddy, no! Don't spank Katy. She didn't do anything.” I started to cry.

Daddy let go of Katy and turned to look at me. “Oh? Then who did, young lady?”

I was still crying. Katy looked so relieved that I finally did something. Her punishment or almost punishment was ending. Unfortunately, for me, it was just beginning.

Daddy continued, “I want to hear all about this -- and the truth this time, Samantha Karen.”

I was sobbing as I said, “Daddy? I did it. We were playing with a ball and I broke the lamp and I wanted Katy to tell you she did it, so I wouldn't get in trouble...I didn't think you would spank her.”

It hurt to tell the truth. It was kind of a relief, cuz I don’t like to lie. But I knew Daddy was gonna be really mad. I was a little mad at myself for letting things go so far. I sobbed and hung my head.

Daddy said, “I see.” He put his hand under my chin and lifted it so I was looking right at him. “I am very disappointed in you, Samantha. You know better than to play ball inside, and much better than to lie to me -- and you tried to get out of things by blaming your friend, and talked her into lying, too. What do you have to say for yourself?”

What was I going to say? I really didn’t have a good excuse or a good reason. I just looked down and mumbled, “I'm sorry, Daddy, it was really naughty of me.”

Daddy nodded and said, “Yes, it was, and you are going to be punished for it. Katy, I am afraid your visit is over. Samantha, put your nose in that corner while I call Katy's mother to pick her up.”

I did as Daddy said, looking back over my shoulder at Katy. I was glad my daddy hadn’t spanked her. She looked sad, though. I think she was hoping I would get out of trouble, too. Yeah, right! That never happens around here.

Daddy took Katy into the kitchen to call her mom. After several rings, the answering machine picked up and Daddy left a message for Katy’s mother to call our house. Daddy told Katy, “Please go wait in Sammie’s room, and stay quiet -- she and I have some business to take care of.”

“Um, yes, sir,” Katy said. She came over to me in the corner and gave me a great big hug and whispered, “Good luck.” Then she ran out of the room, quickly.

When she was gone, Daddy said, “Samantha, come over here.” I walked over to Daddy and my eyes widened as I saw him take out a hairbrush. Again, now where did that thing come from?

“Daddy said, “Samantha, do you know why you’re in trouble?”

“Yes, Daddy, cuz I lied to you about what happened.”

Daddy nodded. “And because you tried to blame your friend -- not to mention playing ball in the housee.”

“But Daddy?”

“What is it, Samantha?”

Something was bugging me and I just had to know the answer. “Well, Daddy, if I hadn't done that, if I had just come right out and told you that I broke the lamp and how it happened, would I be in as much trouble?”

Daddy seemed to think about it. Then he said, “No, not nearly as much. That would be a little hand-spanking for playing ball in the house. This will be a hard hair-brushing, and a soaping.” He paused while I digested that. “And now it’s time for your spanking, young lady.”

I thought to myself, “Damn, I never learn.” Aloud I said, “Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy pulled down my pants and panties and lifted me over his lap. He raised that horrible hairbrush and brought it down hard on my backside. {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}

I screamed, “Owwww, Daddddy! Wahhh!”

{Crack!} {Crack!} “You are not {Crack!} {Crack!} to lie to me {Crack!} and you are not {Crack!} {Crack!} to blame other people {Crack!} for what you have done. {Crack!} Is that clear, Samantha Karen?” {Crack!}

I continued crying. “Owwwwwwww, yes, Daddddy!”

The spanking just kept going on, like it always did. {Crack!} {Crack!} “And you are not {Crack!} to play ball {Crack!} or run {Crack!} or play other rough games in the house. {Crack!} Understand?” {Crack!}

I understood but all I could say was, “Oowwwwwwwwwwww! owwwwwwwwwww!” Maybe it was the guilt but this spanking was hurting me so much. “Yes, Dadddy, owwwwwwwww!”

{Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} “All right, your spanking is over,” Daddy said, finally.

I jumped up and cried. I rubbed my bottom and did the all out little girl’s spanking dance. Daddy watched me and let me calm down a bit. Then he hugged me very gently. But it wasn’t the “I forgive you” hug. Not yet. There was still more punishment to give.

I knew because Daddy was leading me to the bathroom. I cried and said, “No, Daddy, no soap, I'm sorry!”

As we walked, I saw Katy peak down the stairs. I knew she could see my red-rimmed eyes. She popped herself out of sight, and back into my room, before Daddy could see her. I’m not sure what he would have done.

“Sit on the toilet lid, Samantha Karen, and open up,” Daddy said, once we were in the bathroom.

He was still using my full name so I knew I wasn’t forgiven yet.

I said, “Yes, Daddy,” and did as he said. Daddy put the soap in my mouth and tapped my chin to close. I bit down. Oh yuck!

"I will not tolerate lies, Samantha. And a lie to get your friend in trouble for what you did is a particularly nasty kind of lie,” Daddy said sternly.

I knew Daddy was right. I already felt terrible. I just nodded, not being able to say anything with the stupid soap in my mouth.

Daddy must have wanted this to be a stern lesson because he must have waited at least ten minutes until he said, “All right, you may take the soap out, and rinse, little one.”

Little One. I was forgiven. I rinsed and then cried as I ran into Daddy’s arms. “I'm sorry, Daddy.” I cried and cried into his chest. I knew I went way too far this time.

Daddy wrapped his big Daddy hands around me and held me tight. “There, there, little one. I forgive you. But you will need to apologize to Katy.”

“I will, Daddy. I'm sorry,” I said again. I couldn't seem to stop crying against him. Daddy picked me up and brought me back into the den.

He hugged and cuddled me until I calmed down a bit. I knew that as long as I needed, or as long as it took, he would be there for me. Cuz as bad as my spankings usually were, Daddy was always there for me, to love and comfort me when they’re over.

I knew the answer to the question I was about to ask, but sometimes I just need that extra bit of reassurance. I picked up my head and looked up at Daddy. “Daddy? Do you still love me?” I choked out.

Daddy looked down at me and smiled. “Of course I do, little one. I will always love you, no matter what you do. You did something wrong today, but you have been punished, and it is forgiven and over with.”

I smiled. Then Daddy added, “I will always love you, no matter what you may do, little one.”

“Promise, Daddy? I didn't think you could forgive this...it was so bad.”

Daddy pulled me into his lap and hugged me tight. “I promise,” he said. “I really, really mean it. I forgive you. There is nothing you could do so bad that I would stop loving you -- and while this was a naughty thing to do, there are worse things. Now come on, you need to apologize to Katy.”

I hugged Daddy hard one last time. He really made me feel better. I smiled and said, “Yes, Daddy.”

I went up to my room. Katy was lying on my bed. I went over to her. “Katy? I'm sorry I asked you to lie to my daddy.”

She jumped up and hugged me. “It's okay, Sammie. Are you all right?”

I knew she could tell I had been crying. But she also knew that I gotten a spanking, so I didn’t care. I just smiled and said, “Yeah, I'm okay.” We hugged again.

I turned around and saw Daddy watching from the doorway. “Daddy? Can we play now?” I asked.

But Daddy shook his head. I guess my play date was over for the day. “No, little one. I want you to say good-bye to Katy and wait here in your room. Katy can wait for her mother downstairs. She will probably call soon, and then I will ask her to pick Katy up. Besides, I need to talk with her a bit.”

Talk to Katy’s mommy? About what, I wondered. So I asked, “About what, Daddy?”

“About the rules for you two when you play together here -- and at her house,” he said.

I just nodded and said, “Uh, yes, sir.” I kinda figured I knew what that meant. I looked at Katy and the two of us hugged again. We said good-bye and I sat on my bed as I heard Daddy take Katy downstairs to the kitchen.

As I laid there, I was thinking to myself. Yeah, I should have paid much more attention to that Brady Bunchä episode. But you know what? If I remembered correctly, Peter got hardly any punishment at all. Doesn’t seem fair, does it? Peter should be glad he didn’t have my Daddy as his father.

Then again, he’d miss out on all the great Daddy stuff.

I giggled as I thought about it.

The end.