Difference Between Hitting and Spanking

Difference Between Hitting and Spanking...a “Little One” story (M/f)

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I never really understood the difference between hitting and spanking. Daddy always said not to hit, but then when I was naughty, he would spank me. I mean, isn’t spanking the same as hitting? Daddy said it wasn’t, but I didn’t understand why not.

My friend, Michelle, was over my house after school one day. It was a Friday and so we had no homework and she didn’t have to be home any special time. We were playing out back. Daddy had gone into the house for a minute to answer the phone. He said he trusted us cuz we were playing so nicely.

But we’re kids and you know how fast things can change. One minute we were getting along and the next we were rolling on the ground, trying to pull each other’s hair out. Daddy came running outside after hanging up the phone. He tried to pull us apart.

“Stop that! What is going on out here?” he asked. Daddy managed to grab Michelle and get her away from me.

I got in one more push before Daddy separated us completely.

”Daddy, she's making fun of me!” I shouted, trying to hit Michelle again.

“Samantha Karen, you stop that right now!” he said, pulling us apart again. “Now there will be no fighting here, is that understood? Michelle? Samantha?”

”Hmmmph,” I answered, wriggling out of Daddy’s grasp and folding my arms. Michelle just looked wearily up at my Daddy and nodded.

“She started it!” I said, pointing at my former friend.

“Samantha, no shouting, and no pointing. You just sit quietly while I talk with Michelle. Michelle, what happened?”

Michelle looked at me and then up at Daddy. “Well, Sammie and me was playing and we was joking around. I was just teasing her and she pushed me down. I couldn't take that so I pushed her back and we started wrestling on the ground.”

Daddy listened carefully and then looked at me. “I see. Samantha, is that how it seemed to you?”

”Yes, sort of, only she wasn’t joking around. She hurted my feelings, so I pushed her,” I said, defensively.

Daddy sighed. I hated when he did that. “And is that an acceptable way to act when someone hurts your feelings?”

I looked up at Daddy then. I hated when grownups did that...twisted around what you did and said and made it sound worse than it was. “I guess not, Daddy, but she called me stupid!” I cried.

”I did not!” Michelle yelled.

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn't,” she said, stomping on the ground. She could be quite the little fighter.

We continued to argue more. I raised my hand to smack Michelle again, but Daddy grabbed it. He took my hand and said firmly, “That's enough! Both of you! There will be no more arguing or fighting."

I stomped away from Daddy, folding my arms. I looked over at Michelle. She was standing with her arms folded too.

”You are both coming inside. You are both in trouble,” Daddy said, giving each of us a smack on our pants. He led us into the living room and into separate corners. I saw Michelle stick her tongue out at me so I quickly stuck mine back at her before Daddy could see.

I rubbed my bottom. It hadn’t really hurt that much, but if I knew Daddy, there was more where that one came from. “Daddy, that's not fair, she called me a bad name,” I cried from my corner.

”I did not!” Michelle yelled. “I was only joking!”

”You did too, and you were not. You said I was stupid!”

”I did not!” Michelle cried. “I just said...”

But Daddy cut Michelle off. “That’s enough, I said! Get your noses in those corners and keep quiet.” He smacked both of us again and we both ran into our corners.

We heard Daddy calling Michelle’s aunt to come pick her up. I didn’t know whether Daddy was going to spank Michelle or not, but I had a feeling I had a spanking coming, whether I liked it or not.

Daddy made us stand in our corners ‘til Michelle’s aunt got there. She wasn’t too happy to hear that we had been fighting. I saw her frown at Michelle. Michelle didn’t look too happy either. I had a feeling she was going to have a similar talk with her aunt like I was gonna have with my daddy.

Michelle’s aunt made her apologize to me before they left. Michelle said, “I’m sorry,” but she didn’t say it like she meant it. Daddy made me say sorry, too, so I said it the exact same way she did. Daddy just frowned. Then he walked Michelle and her aunt to the door.

When he came back into the living room, he looked at me and said, “Samantha, do you understand why you are in trouble?”

“NO!” I shouted.

Daddy raised his eyebrows again. “Oh really? Well, you are in trouble for yelling at a guest, and fighting, and continuing to argue after I told you to stop. You have a good spanking coming for all of that, young lady. Now come here.”

I didn’t go there. In fact, I didn’t take one step toward him. “Dadddddddy, that's not fair!” I cried.

”Do you deny that you did those things, Samantha? And I told you to come here. I don't want to have to tell you again. Now, young lady,” he said in that stern Daddy voice.

I started to cry as I walked over to him. “Daddy, I not want a spanking,” I said.

“No, but you need one. I will not have you acting like this.”

Before I could protest any further, Daddy took me over his lap, pulling down my pants and panties in the process. He raised his hand and brought it down on my bare bottom.

{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} “You will not {Smack!} fight {Smack!} with your friends {Smack!} or anyone else.” {Smack!} {Smack!}

“Owwwwww, Dadddddy, that hurrrrts, I's sorrrrry!” I cried.

{Smack!} {Smack!} “You should be. {Smack!} You will not yell at people. {Smack!} And when I tell you to stop something? {Smack!} I expect you to stop {Smack!} the first time I tell you. {Smack!} {Smack!} It is not {Smack!} okay {Smack!} for you to hit someone {Smack!} even if {Smack!} your feelings are hurt.” {Smack!} {Smack!}

Daddy was spanking me so hard and I was crying so hard, but I did try to listen to his lecture. Did he just say that it wasn’t okay for me to hit someone? And wasn’t he hitting me just then? It didn’t make any sense to me.

“But Daddddy, that not fair!” I cried.

Daddy didn’t even listen to what I was saying. He just kept talking and smacking my bottom, over and over. {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} “That is the rule. {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} Now do you think you can follow it?”

“Waaaaaaaaaaah, yes, Daddddy!” I cried. Anything to make him stop. My poor little bottom was on fire.

”All right, your spanking is over then. I love you, Samantha, and I'm sorry I had to punish you, but I will not have you acting like that,” Daddy said, standing me up. He pulled me up on his lap and held me.

I sobbed for a bit, letting him rub my back and my bottom. It felt good after such a hard spanking. I knew it could have been worse. I was glad he didn’t use my hairbrush or the paddle.

When I had finally calmed down some, and Daddy had wiped most of my tears away with a tissue, I looked up at him. “Daddy, can I ask you a question? It’s something I just don’t get.”

“Of course, little one, what is it? Oh wait, I know, yes, I still love you,” Daddy said smiling. “And you’re forgiven.”

I nodded. “Thanks, but that wasn’t it,” I said.

“Oh, okay, what is it, little one?” he asked again.

I tried to figure out how to word this. I thought for a few minutes. “Daddy? You said I can't hit when someone hurts my feelings, right?”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“But you did, Daddy.”

Daddy turned me to face him. He shook his head. “No, I didn't hit you because you hurt my feelings. I spanked you because you were acting naughty. That is something daddies and mommies, and a few other adults in authority, have to do. Maybe someday if you are a mommy, you will do the same. But it is only for children who act naughty and only because I want to help you learn not to act like that.”

I thought about Daddy’s words and tried to make them make sense. “Oh, I think I get it. Grownups are ‘lowed to hit, but kids can't. It not fair, Daddy,” I said. I put my head on his shoulder and started to cry again.

“That’s not exactly it, little one. Not all grownups can do it, just parents or other caretakers, and only for good reasons. And we’re not hitting, we’re spanking.”

“Hitting, spanking, what’s the difference? I still say it’s not fair.”

“Yes, well, it isn't quite fair. Grownups make the rules, and you have to live with them. Grownups enforce the rules, and you may get spanked when you break them. But that is because the grownups love you, and make the rules that will be good for you.”

I made a face then, and Daddy smiled.

“I'm sorry, little one, but that is the way it is, and I try not to make any rules that aren't good for you and everyone involved.”

“I guess so, Daddy,” I said reluctantly. I wasn’t gonna win here, no matter how I tried. So I guessed I was just gonna have to accept what my Daddy told me. I made a big grown-up sigh.

Daddy smiled and took both my hands in his. “Anyway, little one, I do love you even when I have to spank you, and I do forgive you.”

I put my arms around Daddy’s neck and squeezed hard. “I love you, too, Daddy.”

So I still thought that hitting and spanking was the same thing, but since I wasn’t a grownup and couldn’t make the rules, I didn’t do anything about it. Daddy told me that life wasn’t fair and that I was just going to have to deal with it. I guess that’s what I’d have to do.

The end.