Coming Clean

Coming Clean...a “Little One” Story (M/f)

I heard Daddy’s car pull up. Oh no, I thought! Why does he gotta be home early today of all days? I peeked out the door and saw him paying Alyssa, my babysitter. I looked around at the water and the mess, and wondered how I was gonna get out of this one.

While I was thinking, there was suddenly a loud noise. I looked at the washing machine. SHHHH! I said to it. I hoped Daddy hadn’t heard.

But he did. He came running, threw open the door of the laundry room and saw me, hip deep in soap suds. He ran to the washing machine and turned it off.

Daddy called, “Samantha Karen, *what* are you doing?”

Oh man, I knew I was in big trouble. He’d been home, what? two minutes, and he was already using my first and middle name. I tried to think fast.

“Daddy, I don't know what happened. Maybe I used too much soap,” I cried. “I was trying to help Mommy by doing the laundry.”

“Well that was a nice thought, but have you ever been told that you can do the wash?” Daddy asked, looking down at me sternly.

I started to wonder if he realized I was standing knee deep in soap suds.

“Well, no, but I had some dirty things and thought I would help out. Besides, Daddy, the hamper was overflowing.”

I tried to make it sound dramatic, but I had a feeling that Daddy was suspicious. He always was; I don’t know why.

“I see, well we'll talk in a bit, first I have to get this cleaned up.”

I watched Daddy as he opened the washing machine and looked inside. I held my breath. “Samantha! What were our sheets doing in your hamper?”

I looked in as if I didn't know what he was talking about. “Oh, I guess they were in the hamper, too, Daddy, they was dirty,” I said very innocently.

I hoped Daddy didn’t notice that the water and soap was a little green and purple. Maybe he’s color blind, I thought to myself. I couldn’t believe Daddy hadn’t told me to leave the room yet. I was glad I had thought to take my shoes and socks off first.

“Samantha, did you put something besides soap in here? Or was there something green or purple on the sheets? I want to hear the whole story, young lady, right now,” Daddy said. Oh, I guess he had noticed. Darn. He didn’t sound too happy.

I looked up at him and then down, and my eyes got filled with tears. The tears ran down my face before I could stop them. Slowly, I nodded.

Daddy sighed. “Just tell me what is on them so I know what to do. Then we will talk as soon as I have this cleaned up, and I have calmed down, young lady.”

I didn’t know what to say. I knew that anything I said at this point probably wouldn’t matter. I was in major big trouble and I knew it. I was crying very hard, and staring at Daddy. He was waiting for an answer.

Instead of saying anything, I ran to the hall closet, pulled out a mop and brought it to him. “Will this help, Daddy?”

He took it from me. “Thank you for the mop, but what I want to know right now is what is on the sheets or in the water, so I can fix it. Tell me that, Samantha.”

I took a deep breath and told him. The truth. It was hard for me, but I knew better than to lie. That always just got me in much more trouble. “It's just paint, Daddy. I was using the sheet so I wouldn't get paint on the floor. Alyssa knew about it, Daddy.”

He sighed. “I see. Watercolors?”

I think he was hoping it was watercolors. But sadly I shook my head. “No, Daddy, tempera paint. But it’s still washable,” I added, hoping he’d think it wasn’t so bad.

“Okay, Samantha, please go to your room, change your wet clothes, and wait in the corner. I will come up there as soon as I have this cleaned up.”

I stared at Daddy a full minute. I was so sad. I was only trying to help by cleaning the mess I made. But I thought better than to say it just then. I walked slowly out of the room, hanging my head.

Daddy must have cleaned up the mess, and changed, cuz he was in my room not fifteen minutes later. I was standing in the corner. I had changed my shorts. They were the only things wet.

I heard his footsteps before I heard his voice. I had stopped crying, but I knew it was only a matter of time before that started again.

“Samantha, turn around,” Daddy said. “Did Alyssa say to use *that* sheet?”

I turned around and shook my head. “No, Daddy, she just said to find a sheet. I'm sorry. It was the only one I could find...and it was in the hamper, so it must have been dirty,” I rationalized. “That's when I noticed that there was lots of stuff in the laundry. I thought I was helping!” I cried.

“Samantha, you knew that was a good sheet, didn't you? Were you trying to cover up your use of it?”

I thought about this. I wondered if Daddy knew that I knew it was a good sheet. I’m not sure I knew, but I guess I must have, cuz when I got so much paint on it, I started to get scared. That’s why I decided to wash it.

I looked right at Daddy. He was sitting on the edge of my bed. I was standing opposite him. “Well, um, it did get really dirty, and I thought I could help by washing it, so you and Mommy wouldn't be mad at me,” I said quietly.

“So you knew we wouldn't like your using that sheet?” he asked. I nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“And when I first asked you about it, you just said it was in the hamper -- you didn't mention the paint.”

“No, sir,” I said. Darnit, caught again. I never seemed to learn.

Daddy continued, “Besides, what is the rule about machines, young lady?”

I started to bite my lip. I always did that when I was nervous or feeling guilty. “Not to touch them, Daddy?”

Daddy nodded. “Not unless you have permission, right. Did anyone ever show you how to use the washer, or how much soap to use, or anything? Did anyone ever say it was all right for you to use it?”

I had to shake my head no to all his questions. “Daddy? Would it help if I said I was sorry?” I asked, wiping at the tears that were starting to fall again on my face.

“Yes, it would and I'm sure that you are. But do you understand what you did wrong?” Daddy asked me.

“I shouldn't have used that sheet? And I shouldn't have touched the washing machine?” I asked, instead of stated.

“That's right, and when I asked you what was going on, you should have told me the whole truth. And you shouldn't have tried to cover up your use of the sheet. You really did know that I wouldn't be happy about that if I found out, didn't you?” Daddy asked me, gently.

I nodded. I didn’t want to lie at this point. “Yes, sir. I didn't want you to know.”

“That is a kind of lying, young lady -- and so is the way you answered my questions at first. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Daddy, I'm sorrrrrry! Please don't spank me. I tried to help by washing itttttt!” I cried.

“But that kind of help just makes things worse. Now come here,” Daddy said, motioning me over to my bed. “It is time for your paddling.”

Slowly, I walked over to him. I had to try one more time to get out of this. I cried, “I'm ssss-ssss-sssorrry, D-D-DDDaddddddy!”

But Daddy wasn’t buying it. I kinda knew he wouldn’t. Very seriously, he said, “You will be, Samantha.”

Then he reached down, pulled down my shorts and panties and pulled me over his lap. He reached for my hairbrush, which was conveniently sitting on my nightstand. Now how did that get there? I always kept it on my dresser.

Daddy started to spank me with it. {Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}

It hurt already. I hated this. “Owwww!” I yelled.

{Crack} “You will not {Crack} use any machines {Crack} without permission!” {Crack}

I heard his words, but mostly I felt those awful spanks. “Owwww, yes, sir!” I cried.

{Crack} “You will only use {Crack} old sheets as paint rags.” {Crack}

“Owww, yes, Daddy, I will, I promise!” I said. I would have promised the world to him if he would have just stopped bringing that awful hairbrush down on my bottom. It hurt so much. It hurt every time, of course. But it was right now that I was concerned with. I hoped he was almost done.

{Crack}{Crack} “And you will not {Crack} ever {Crack} lie to me {Crack} either, by covering up {Crack} or by not telling the whole truth when I ask {Crack} you a question. Is that understood?”

I was crying hard now. I tried to focus in on his words. “Owwwww, yes, sir, I'm sorrrry! Waaaaah! DADDDDDY! Stop, pleeease!” I blurted.

He didn’t stop. Not yet, anyway.

{Crack}{Crack} “I hope {Crack} this teaches you {Crack} a good lesson. {Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack} All right, your spanking is over.”

I nodded, which if you’ve ever been in this position, can be very difficult. “Oww, it does,” I cried.

Daddy helped me up then, and pulled me to him. “I'm sorry, Daddy, I won't do it again.” I cried into his chest.

Daddy held me and hugged me and waited until I calmed down a little bit. When I was just sniffling a little, he turned me to look at him. “We still have something to take care of, Samantha. What happens when you lie?”

I was shocked. I thought my punishment was over. I hadn’t lied, not really. I didn’t mean to lie. I just, kinda, well, the truth came out a little different. I looked right at Daddy and said, “Oh, Daddy, no! Please no soap!”

Daddy nodded, stood up, stood me up and took my hand. “Yes, the soap. Come with me and let’s get this finished.”

I cried some more and reluctantly went with him to the bathroom. Once there, Daddy pointed to the toilet seat. “Sit down and open up!”

I did as he said. He wet the soap, put it in my mouth, and tapped my chin to close my mouth. It was so yucky. I thought to myself, I’m never gonna lie again. Soap is just too gross. After a few minutes, Daddy let me take the soap out and rinse my mouth. But it never worked right away. I was gonna be tasting this soap for hours. I guess that was the point.

Daddy led me back to my room and pulled me into his arms. I was still crying softly. I felt bad that I let Daddy down. “It’s okay, now, little one. It’s all over, and you are forgiven.”

“Daddy? I'm really sorry,” I said, again. There never seemed to be enough ways to say I’m sorry. But I really was.

“I know you are, little one. Just remember, if you mess up, it is best to get help right away -- things will not be as bad.”

“Yes, Daddy, I won't do it again. Okay?”

Daddy nodded and held me tight. This was the best feeling in the world. I hugged him back and just kinda held onto him for a bit. I never wanted to let go.

“I trust you.” Daddy said. “Remember, don't use any machine before you have been shown how and we have said you may. Okay?”

I smiled and said, “It’s a deal, Daddy. I love you.”

“And I love you very much, little one; don't worry about that.”

I wasn’t really worried. I just liked to hear him say it. Daddy snuggled me close until all the tears were gone. I felt happy again.

After a while, Daddy said, “Angel, Daddy needs to call Alyssa and discuss this matter with her. I want you to play quietly in your room for a bit. I will call you when dinner is ready.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I said. And I did as he said, wondering if Alyssa was gonna be in trouble, too.

The end.