Good or Bad

Good or Bad? . . . A “Little One” Story (M/f, ageplay)

You know, it’s really tough being seven years old. I never know what’s good and what’s bad. Every time I do something that I think is good, it turns out to be naughty, and I get a spanking. But then there are times when I do something that I think is really bad, and I’m surprised that it’s okay. Here’s today’s story:

Daddy came home from work early because Mommy had to work late. I hadn’t seen him the night before because he had to work late. It seemed like one of them was always working late.

“Hello, little one! How was your day today?” Daddy asked me when he walked in the door.

I ran to him and gave him a great big hug. “Hi, Daddy! I missed you so much!”

Daddy hugged me back real tight. “I missed you, too, Angel.”

“Daddy, I think you should quit your stupid job and then we can play together all day,” I said sort of seriously.

Daddy smiled and said, “Yes, but then I couldn't pay the stupid mortgage.”

I laughed. I didn’t know what a mortgage was, but I knew Daddy was making a joke. “Daddy, can we do something outside?”

“Well, it’s a nice day out. Would you like to go for a walk, little one?” Daddy asked me.

I jumped up and down and I guess Daddy took that for a yes. “Okay, we can walk around the neighborhood. You might want your light jacket; it is warm but not that warm.”

I said okay and went and got my jacket. I put it on and waited for Daddy at the door. He leaned down and zipped my jacket up for me.

Then I took Daddy’s hand and we went outside. We walked down the street. We lived in a nice area, with lots of trees.

Daddy asked, “So, how is school going, little one?”

“Great, Daddy. Ooh, look at the pretty flowers!” I yelled. I ran right over and yanked a few out. I was going to give them to my mommy.

Then Daddy yelled, “Samantha, Mrs. Rush planted those flowers. You don't go pulling them out without asking.”

You see, this was one of those times when I thought I was doing a good thing. I just held the flowers in my hand and looked at Daddy. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I was gonna give them to Mommy.”

Before Daddy could even say anything, Mrs. Rush came out of her house. She stood on her porch and just stared at me, with her hands on her hips. I think that’s when I knew for sure I was in big trouble.

I heard Daddy say hi to Mrs. Rush. “I'm afraid that Samantha was so overcome by the beauty of your flowers that she wanted to give them to her mother. Now she has something to say to you. Samantha…” Daddy looked at me.

Uh, oh, my whole first name…not a good sign. I looked up at Daddy and then over at Mrs. Rush. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Rush, that I picked your flowers.”

I held out my hand and offered to give them back but she shook her head no.

“You can keep them, Samantha, but next time you have to ask first,” she informed me.

I just nodded and said, “Okay.” Then I walked back over to stand by Daddy.

Then Daddy said to Mrs. Rush, “I'm very sorry. I will try to be sure that nothing like this happens again. I will make it clear to Samantha that she must ask another time.”

Gee, wasn’t that what we just said? Mrs. Rush nodded and went back into her house. I looked at Daddy. “Am I in trouble, Daddy?”

Daddy looked down at me, and frowned a little. “A bit, at least. You know better than to take other peoples things without asking, don't you?”

I nodded. I mean, at this point, what was I gonna say? “I'm sorry, Daddy. It was a mistake. Please don't punish me. I won't do it again.”

I was pleading and he and I both knew it. I even flashed him my forlorn puppy dog eyes.

I waited for Daddy to answer. But then I heard music. It was the ice cream man. “Ooooh, Daddy, can I get ice cream? Pleeeeease! I'll even use my own money. I'll give it to you later. Pleeeease!”

“I think not, Samantha. In fact we'll let that be the punishment for the flowers -- no snacks this afternoon.”

Not that I wanted a spanking instead, but I really didn’t think that was fair. I began to pout. “But Daddy, pleeeeeease!”

“I said no, Samantha. Now will you behave and we can continue our walk, or do you need to go home right now for a little talk?”

My ears perked up at “little talk”, cuz I knew that Daddy’s idea of a talk and my idea were not the same. “No, I wanna walk,” I said. I took Daddy’s hand, and before long, was back to skipping around.

After a few minutes of silence, Daddy asked me again how school was. “It’s fine, Daddy. How're things at work?” I asked. I really didn’t care, but I wanted to be polite.

Daddy seemed amused at my question and said, “Pretty busy, but not too bad.”

I nodded and said, “That's good.”

We walked a little longer, and then Daddy said, “We've been walking quite a while, little one, let’s go back now.”

I looked around. I didn’t want to go back. “No, Daddy, it's so nice out. I wanna walk more. Ooh, a puppy!” I said, pointing to a man walking a poodle across the street. “Can I pet it, Daddy?”

Daddy looked over at the dog and then back at me. “You have to ask the man first, politely. Some dogs don't like to be pet by people they don't know.”

Daddy and I crossed over to the other side of the street. We walked up to where the man stood with his dog. It was such a cute dog. I wanted a dog, but Daddy has said no in the past, and I knew not to even ask again.

“Hello Sir, would it be all right if my daughter said hello to your dog?” Daddy asked the man.

I waited. I was happy when the man said yes.

I went up to the dog very carefully and started to pet it. He sniffed my hand and then licked it. I started to giggle. “Ooh, Daddy, he licked me,” I said laughing.

Daddy smiled. “That's what dogs do when they like you – it’s like a kiss to them.”

I played with the dog for a few minutes, while Daddy and the man made small talk. Then Daddy said, “Come on now, time we were going.”

I pet the dog goodbye. “Okay, Daddy. I'm getting hungry.” I gave my hand to Daddy to hold, but not the one with the dog drool on it. I know he appreciated that.

We walked home with me chattering on and on about the dog, and some other stuff. When we got there, I took off my jacket and went into the kitchen. I was starving. “Can I have a cookie, Daddy?”

But Daddy shook his head no. “No. Remember, no snacks this afternoon.”

I was disappointed but I knew better to complain. “Can I have carrots?”

“Okay, you can have a carrot,” Daddy said. He took out a carrot from the refrigerator, peeled it, and handed it to me. I said, “Thank you,” very politely.

Daddy watched me eat my carrot and said, “Little one, did you clean up your room this afternoon before I got home, as I told you to this morning?”

Uh oh, I thought. “Uh, no, Daddy, I forgot. But I'll do it right now, ok?” I started to run off toward my room.

But Daddy stopped me. I knew he would. “Hold it right there, Samantha. What did you do this afternoon, instead of what I told you to do?”

I stopped and turned to look at Daddy. “Um, nothing special, Daddy.”

Daddy frowned and said, “I see. No homework either, I presume? Samantha, you are supposed to do your homework and chores right away when you get home, or at least start them, aren't you?”

“Yes, Daddy, but we don't got any homework today.”

“Oh really? Are you sure, Samantha? The last time you told me that on a Friday, you had quite a bit.”

I knew I shouldn’t have lied. Sometimes when I lie, Daddy washes my mouth out with soap. “Well, I just got a little, but it'll take me only a few minutes, Daddy. I'll go clean my room, now, k? You don't gotta come with me.”

I was talking fast and trying to get to my room without Daddy following, but it didn’t work. He came anyway and when he saw my room, he was furious. I looked too and the toys seemed to have tripled while we were out on our walk. I didn’t think I had left it THIS messy.

“Samantha, this is terrible. I think you need a reminder about the house rules before you work on this.” I watched Daddy as he moved some things from my bed to make a clear space, and then sat down.

“NO, Daddy, I'll clean it, pleeease! It won't take too long,” I whined.

“Samantha Karen, come here! Right now, young lady. And don't whine at me.”

Doh! I always remembered too late that whining when you’re already in trouble is not a good idea. I sobbed and went to stand before Daddy, still munching slowly on my carrot.

“Please, Daddy, I sorrrry!” I tried.

“Sorry isn't good enough, young lady. You need to remember the rules. Now go spit the rest of that carrot out.”

I looked at Daddy and at the carrot in my hand. There wasn’t much left, but I was hungry. But I also knew better than to argue. I quickly ran to the kitchen, threw the carrot out, and came back. I was standing next to Daddy in a matter of seconds.

He pulled down my pants and panties, and lifted me over his lap. He started to spank me with just his hand. I guess it could’ve been worse.

{smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack}

“OWWWW! DADDDDDY! Waaaaah!” I cried. I don’t care what anyone says: spankings hurt! A lot.

{smack} {smack} “You will remember {smack} to keep your room neat.” {smack}

“I will, Daddy, owwwwww!” I cried.

{smack} “You will remember {smack} to do your homework promptly.” {smack}

“Okaaaaaaaaaay!” I shouted, trying not to whine. It didn’t seem to matter what I said or did; Daddy kept going.

{smack} {smack} “You will not whine at me. {smack} And when I ask about homework {smack} you will answer {smack} promptly {smack} and correctly. {smack} Is that understood, young lady?”

I would have said anything at that point, just so he would stop. “Yes, sir! Waaaaaaaaah!” I cried.

{smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} “All right, you may stand up, your spanking is over.”

I stood up and rubbed my poor bottom. Daddy pulled me to him and hugged me tight. I reached up and hugged him back. I always liked this part, when I was forgiven. “I'm sorry, Daddy.”

But he didn’t give me my usual reassurance. Not yet, anyway.

“Now I want you to get this room neat. When I come back in an hour, I want to see the room in order and you started on your homework, understand?” Daddy asked sternly.

I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. I will see you then,” he said, and then closed my door and left.

I worked real hard while he was gone. I did not want to disappoint him anymore. I put all the animals on the shelves and all my games back, too. I put the toys in my toy chest and threw all the clothes into the hamper. It was easier than hanging them up or folding them. Besides, if they were in the hamper, Mommy would wash them, and then put them away.

When Daddy came back, I was lying on my bed, on my stomach of course, starting on my homework.

“The room looks good, little one. Let’s see what your assignments are, okay?” Daddy asked me.

“I was just about to start, Daddy. I gotta do this word search ditto, and write my spelling words three times and I got a math test and a science test on Monday.”

“I see. That's quite a bit, isn't it? Did you really think that that was ‘just a little’?” Daddy asked me.

I nodded. “I only got two writing things, Daddy. And it won’t take me that long, I promise.”

Daddy frowned and said, “I see. Well, I will let that go, but this is a warning. The next time I ask about homework, or school, I want a real true answer -- or we will get out the soap. Now, I forgive you for the room and this afternoon, okay?”

I said, “Okay.” I saw that Daddy was holding out his arms. I got up and ran into them and let him hold me tight. Here was the part I loved. “I didn't mean it, Dadddy!” I sobbed.

Daddy held me tight and rubbed my back. “I understand, you didn't *want* there to be any homework or chores, so you acted as if there weren't. Very understandable, but a great way to get yourself in trouble.”

I nodded again. Gee, I just never seemed to learn. I continued to sob a little.

Daddy comforted me. “There, there, little one, I'm sure you'll try to do better about this, another time.”

I let Daddy hold me for a few more minutes. Then I stepped back and said, “Daddy? I'm still hungry.”

“Well, it's only a little while till dinner, but I'll get you another carrot if you promise to be neat with it, okay?”

“Can I have dip, Daddy?” I loved dipping my carrots into French onion dip. It was so yummy.

“No, not up here -- and no, you can't come down; you need to start on that homework. We can have some dip, on the table at dinner if you want, though.”

I was disappointed and started to pout, but I stopped, because Mommy and Daddy didn’t like when I did that. “Oh, okay!”

Daddy went down and peeled me another carrot. He brought it up to me. I had just started writing the first word three times. “Here you are, little one, and let’s see just how fast you can get that homework done -- doing a good job, though.”

“Okay,” I said. I munched the carrot, did my ditto, and wrote my words three times. When I was finished, I yelled down, "I'm done, Daddy!"

He came up almost instantly and checked over my work. I made sure to do my writing neatly. I did not want to have to do it again.

“All right, you still have your tests to study for, right? Well, you can do that after dinner and this weekend. Now why don't you come down and help set the table?”

I said, okay and followed Daddy down the stairs and into the kitchen. He put the things I would need on the counter and I brought them into the dining room. I carried the plates, and silverware without a problem. But when I reached for the glass, it slipped out of my hand and dropped onto the hard wood floor.

The glass shattered everywhere. My lower lip started to tremble. I looked at Daddy and began to cry. “I'm sorry, Daddy, it was a axident.”

Daddy surprised me then. He said, “It’s okay, little one, accidents happen. Stay right there, till I get it cleaned up.”

I watched as Daddy got a broom and dustpan, and swept the glass up. Then he got a damp mop to get the small slivers, as he explained to me.

I just stood there and waited. I was sure I was in trouble. “Are you mad, Daddy?”

“Oh, little one, no, I'm not mad,” Daddy said, taking me into his arms. I was so confused. “You didn't drop it on purpose, and you weren't careless either, were you?”

I shook my head no. Daddy continued, “It just slipped. Nothing to worry about, little one. I just wanted to be sure that you didn't get hurt by the broken glass.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I said as I hugged him tight. But I couldn’t help it and just started to cry more.

Now Daddy was confused. He pulled back and looked at me. “What is it, little one? What are you crying about?”

“I don't know, Daddy. I can't stop crying,” I said.

Daddy continued to cradle and cuddle me for a while. “Oh, little one, I love you, sweetie.”

“Daddy, sometimes I do bad things and I don't mean to, and I get a spanking and then sometimes I do things and I don't...and I'm confused,” I cried.

“Well, I'll try to explain it. When you forget or ignore the rules that you should know, or when you do naughty things on purpose, you get punished. But when things happen that you had no way to prevent, those are just accidents, not naughty, and there is no punishment. Understand?”

“I think so, Daddy,” I said. But I’m still not sure if I really get it. I let Daddy continue to cuddle me, though. It always felt so good.

“And in any case, whatever you do, I will always love you, even when I have to punish you. Understand that, little one?”

I nodded. “Yes, Daddy, I do. I love you, too, even when you have to punish me.”

I don’t remember what time we had dinner that night, or even what we ate. I only remember Daddy’s kind words and explanation and him telling me how much he loved me.

I still didn’t really understand exactly, but I always knew I had my Daddy there to help me out. And that’s all that counts!

The End.