Flush...a “Little One” Story (M/f)

(c) 2001 by Sampast and Don A. Landhill

I was playing upstairs when something happened.  I’ll get into what exactly a little later.  I peeked my head downstairs.  “Uh, Daddy?” I asked, a little unsure.

 

“What is it, little one?”

“Daddy? I went potty and the toilet won't flush right.  The water kinda came up and over the top,” I explained.

 
Daddy looked at me.  “Oh. I guess it's just backed up.  Are you clean, or do you need help getting clean?”

I looked down at myself.  I wasn’t soaked, but I was more wet than I should have been.  Daddy didn’t seem to notice.  “Um, I got a little wet, but I can change by myself,” I said, running upstairs to my room.  Daddy went to check on the potty.  

 

I changed and then went into the bathroom.  Daddy was trying to free up the toilet with the plunger.  I heard him mutter, “Hmm, usually this works just fine.”

 

I decided to go back to my room.  I didn’t wanna watch Daddy get into a fight with the toilet.  He came to my room a few minutes later.

 

“Little one?”

 

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Did anything unusual get flushed down the toilet today?  I am having trouble getting it unstuck.”

 
I looked at Daddy and said, “Unusual, Daddy? Uh Uh.”  Then I looked back down at my toys.  I peeked a look back up at him.  He shook his head and walked out of my room.  That was close.

 

I stayed in my room til I heard the doorbell ring.  I ran to see who it was.  It was the plumber.  I followed him into the bathroom.

 

“Hi, Mister.  Can I watch?” I asked.

 

When he nodded, I stayed near the door and watched.  I saw him do what Daddy did, but with a bigger plunger.  When he had no luck, he tried this thing called a snake.  He sent it down the toilet.  I guess it hit something cuz the noise changed.  I watched wide-eyed.  Then the noise changed again and the water went down.  It was pretty neat.  He brought the snake thing back up.  There was something white smeared over the tip.

I pointed to the white stuff and asked, “What’s that?”

 

He looked at it closely.  “Hmmm,” he said.  “That, missy, is what’s left of a bar of soap.  It looks like a whole bar went down the toilet.  That is a pretty sure way to plug things up."

“Oh,” I said.  Then I saw Daddy appear behind me.  I think he heard what the plumber said.  I looked up at Daddy and then down.

 

The plumber started putting his snake away and explaining to Daddy what happened.  “You want to keep soap out of here from now on.  There's nothing like soap for clogging up the drains.”  

 

"Thank you, we will," Daddy told the plumber.  I watched Daddy pay him and walk him to the door.  Daddy looked at me and said, “Samantha, do you know anything about soap going down the toilet?”

I didn’t know what to say.  Of course I knew about it, but did I want to share that information with Daddy?  So I just stared at him and then looked down again without saying a word.

Daddy put his hands on his hips and said, “Samantha, I asked you a question.  Now look at me and tell me what happened.”  

 

I bit my lip and said softly, “I don't wanna lie to you, Daddy.”

“That’s good.  I don't want you to lie.  I want you to tell me the truth.”   

“But if I tell you, you're gonna be mad at me,” I said quietly, looking at the floor.

Daddy got down on my level and took me gently by the shoulders.  He looked right into my eyes.  “If you don't tell, and I figure things out, I will be even less happy with you.  And I already know that something happened, and I have a fair idea about what.  You had better tell me the whole story, right now, Samantha.”  

“Okaaaay!” I said.

 

“Watch that tone of voice, young lady,” Daddy scolded.

 

I nodded and thought to myself, “How am I going to tell this story without getting into too much trouble?”  

 

Daddy looked at me.  “I’m waiting, young lady.”

 

“Well, I was washing my hands after I painted, right?”

 

When Daddy nodded, I continued.

 

“And the soap flew outta my hands and I couldn't find it.  Then I seed it in the potty, and I didn't wanna put my hands in there, so I flushed it.  It didn't go down right away, and then I made in the potty and flushed again, and it went down.  That’s it, Daddy.  I didn't know it would break it, though.”

 
”I see,” Daddy said.  “That was really an accident then.  Although it would have been better if you had called me instead of just flushing the soap.  But what about when I asked you if anything unusual had gone down the potty?”

“I didn't think soap was unusual, Daddy,” I stated.

 

“Really?  Do you flush whole bars of soap down the toilet all the time?”

I shook my head.  “No, sir.  You gonna spank me, Daddy? I didn't mean it.”

 

Daddy took a long time thinking about it.  Then he said, “If you really didn't know, and didn't think that the soap was important to tell me, okay.  But if you lied to try to keep out of trouble, that is different.  Samantha, did you really think that the soap wasn't unusual?”
 

I wondered how I should answer this.  I looked at Daddy and said, “Umm, I guess.  But I was afraid you'd get mad at me, Daddy, so I decided not to tell you.  I didn't know the potty would break.”

“Well, Samantha, it sounds to me like you weren’t really lying, but you were shading the truth a bit.  When I ask a question, Samantha, I want a full answer, not what you think will keep you out of trouble.”

 

That’s when Daddy turned me around and gave me four whacks on the seat of my jeans.  That took me by surprise; I thought Daddy wasn’t that mad.

 

“Owwww,” I said, rubbing my bottom.

 

“Let this be a warning, Samantha.  If you do that again I will treat it as lying.  You are old enough to know better now.  And, Samantha, if there is an accident with the soap again, get me, don't flush it, understand?”

 
”Yes, Daddy.”

 

The rest of the evening was fine.  We had dinner and Daddy gave me a bath.  He read me a story and tucked me into bed.  I was kind of quiet the whole night.  I had something on my mind.  Of course I didn’t say nothing, but then when I was laying in my bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.  It was guilt.

 

I knew that I had been naughty and had gotten out of a deserved spanking.  I didn’t know what to do about it.  I never want to be punished, I mean no one ever does, but then after it’s over, Daddy makes it all okay and I’m his good girl again.  Right now the guilt was eating away at me.  I can’t believe I lied to Daddy.  And I had done something else.

 

I couldn’t sleep.  I tried and tried to think of other things but the soap going down the potty just kept coming back into my mind.  Finally, I knew what I needed to do.  I quietly got outta bed, and crept down the stairs.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Samantha, what are you doing out of bed?  It’s late.”

 

“Can we talk? I gotta tell you something,” I said sadly.

 

“It had better be important,” Daddy said, following me back up to my room.  I got back into bed and looked at him.  He sat on the edge of my bed.

 

“Daddy? I knew about the soap being in the potty.  I flushed it on purpose.  I was playing,” I admitted.

 

Daddy raised his eyebrows and stared at me.  “You mean that it wasn't an accident, and when you said it was, you were lying? Out and out lying?”

 

I nodded, starting to cry.

 

“And what made you think that soap and potties were things to play with, young lady?”
 

“I dunno, Daddy,” I said crying.  “I was just playing with the soap in the sink and then it really did fall in the potty.  Then I put my hand in there to pull it out and it just seemed like a fun thing to do, so I was swishing it round and round.”

 

It really had been fun.  I hadn’t intended to break the potty; that part had been an accident.  Daddy was staring at me, waiting for me to finish.

 

“But then I hadda make, and I didn't take it out, and then I didn't wanna put my hand in, so I flushed it, and it broke, and and, and...” I stopped.  I was crying hard now, not wanting to go on, but knowing that Daddy expected to hear the whole thing.

 

“I finally got it to go down.  I was afraid to tell you the truth.”  

 

Daddy was frowning.  “Samantha, lying always makes things worse. Always.  If I find out, you get in worse trouble.  And even if I don't {and I usually will} it makes you feel all rotten inside, doesn't it?”

 

I nodded.  It had.  That’s what had made me get outta bed to tell him.  

 

“If you had told me at the time I first asked it would have been a little trouble, if any.  Now it is lying, which is big trouble.”

 

“Yes, sir, I sorry,” I sobbed.

“I should hope so, but as you know, that isn't enough.  What happens when you tell lies, Samantha Karen?”

“You wash my mouth out with soap and spank me, Daddy?”

“That’s right, and that’s what I'm going to do, but not until the morning, because it is too late now.  I am disappointed in you, Samantha.  I thought you had learned your lesson about lies.”

 

I didn’t know what to say.  I just lay back down and closed my eyes.  Daddy kissed my forehead and told me to go right to sleep.

 

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

Well, as you can expect, I didn’t sleep very well.  Knowing you have a spanking to look forward to when you wake up in the morning is not really something to be able to fall asleep to.

 

Saturday morning, Daddy came into my room.  “Time to rise and shine, Samantha.  You can have your breakfast and then we have some unfinished business from last night, don’t we?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

I went potty and went downstairs.  I had a bowl of cereal.  Then Daddy told me to go back up to my room.  He came a minute later.  He sat on my bed and motioned for me to come over to him.

 

“I am going to spank you for your lies yesterday, Samantha, and then I am going to wash your mouth out.  Lies are just not acceptable.”

 

“But, I'm sorry, Daddy,” I said.  I don’t know why I bothered; it never seemed to matter.

 
”I know you are, and you are about to be much sorrier.  An ‘I'm sorry’ is never enough after you have misbehaved; you know that.  It helps, but it isn't enough.  I will take into consideration that you told me on your own, even if it wasn’t when I asked.  So I will only use my hand.  If something like this happens again, I will use the hairbrush or even the paddle.  Am I understood?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

Daddy lowered my pajama bottoms and my panties and pulled me over his lap.  He began to spank me with his hand. {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack}  {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack}

“Owwww, Daddddy, waaaah!”

{Smack}{Smack} “You will not {Smack} lie to me, {Smack} not now, {Smack} not ever. {Smack} Lies are simply {Smack} not {Smack} acceptable.” {Smack}{Smack}

“Owwww, yessssssir!” I cried.  He may have only been using his hand, but it sure did hurt.

{Smack} {Smack} “Lies {Smack} will always {Smack} {Smack} get you {Smack} in worse trouble, {Smack} young lady. {Smack} If there is a problem, {Smack} call me {Smack} before it gets bad. {Smack} That is the best way.” {Smack} {Smack}  

“Yes, Daddy, pleassse stop!” I cried.  I wanted to reach back and rub my bottom so bad, but Daddy would not have liked that at all.

  

{Smack} {Smack} “I'll stop {Smack} when I think {Smack} you've learned {Smack} your lesson. {Smack} {Smack} No more lies, {Smack} not ever, {Smack} {Smack} young lady.” {Smack} {Smack}  

“Owwww, yes, Daddy, I won't!” I cried.  Why did I have to lie to him? Why couldn’t I have just told him the truth right off the bat?  I never seemed to learn.

{Smack} {Smack} “And no more playing {Smack} with soap {Smack} or anything else {Smack} {Smack} in the potty. {Smack} {Smack} Is that {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} understood, young lady?”

 

“Yes, Daddy, I won’t do it no more, I promise!” I cried.

 

{Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} “All right, Samantha, your spanking is over,” Daddy said, finally.

 

I stood up and rubbed my bottom.  It was hot to the touch.  “Ouch, that hurted, Daddy!” I sobbed.

“It was supposed to hurt.  That’s how it helps you remember not to act naughty and tell lies.  Now you have an appointment with the soap -- in your mouth this time, not in the potty.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, following him reluctantly to the bathroom.

 

Daddy closed the lid of the potty and motioned for me to sit down.  He unwrapped a new bar of soap, wet it, and stuck it in my mouth, motioning for me to close.  I bit down on the soap.  Yuck!

 

After holding it in for several minutes, Daddy pulled it out.  “You may rinse, little one.  I forgive you."

I rinsed my mouth several times, but I couldn’t seem to get the taste of soap out.  “That was gross, Daddy,” I said.

 

“Yes, it is.  But telling lies is gross.  I want that each time you start to tell a lie, you think of the soap and then don't tell it. Understand?  I love you, little one, and I don't want anyone I love telling lies.”

“Okay, Daddy, I gonna try real hard, k?”
 

“That's my good girl.  Now we can have a nice day together, all right?  And since I already had to spank you once, how about if you try to behave real nice and then we won't need any more spankings today?  Is that all right with you?”

 

I smiled and said, “Yeah!”

 

Daddy opened his arms and I ran right into them for a big hug.  He held me tight and kissed my forehead.  I looked up at him and smiled.  I loved him, even if he hadda punish me sometimes.

 

“I love you, Daddy.”

 

“I love you too, little one, very much.”

 

And we did have a great day.  And I didn’t get any more spankings.  That day, anyway.

 

The end.