No Snacks

No Snacks…A “Little One” Story (M/f suggested)

I am lying on my bed, on my stomach. You know why I’m lying on my stomach? Because my tushie is so sore. Daddy gave me a very hard spanking. He used a wooden ruler, too. Man, did that thing hurt! He also washed my mouth out with soap, two different ways.

Gee, it’s not like I did anything that bad! Okay, so I lied and disobeyed Daddy. I guess that is pretty naughty. But at the time, it didn’t seem that bad. It never does, until after, when I’m in big trouble.

You see, what happened was, I got in big trouble for sneaking a cookie. I had been told many times that I couldn’t have one, but when no one was looking, I took one anyway. I was almost finished chewing it when Daddy caught me. He was very angry. He gave me a hand spanking, and we talked it out.

And then, know what? Daddy said I couldn’t have snacks for a whole week. Can you imagine? An entire week without any snacks? I thought I would die. I thought I would go absolutely crazy if I couldn’t have a cookie, or some pretzels, or a piece of candy.

I guess that’s what drove me to do what I did. I was grounded the rest of that day, which was Friday. That was yesterday. Already it seems like an eternity ago.

Well, the next day, today, I had a friend over. Melissa. She’s my friend from school. Actually she’s in my class, but I guess that’s not very important right now. She came over, and Daddy had to go to work. He had some big project he had to do. That was fine by me. It would work out nicely with my plan.

Mommy was working out in the garden, and Melissa and Iwere playing in the backyard. I asked Mommy if we could go take a walk and she said yes. I couldn’t believe it. Daddy usually doesn’t let me go anywhere but maybe Mommy was distracted. Or maybe Mommy needed some peace and quiet. Sometimes she says that when I’ve been hanging around too much.

So anyway, I ran up to my room and took some money. You know, just in case we saw the ice cream man or something. Yeah, something! I laughed to myself. I knew all along what I was planning to do.

Melissa and I walked around the block and over two streets. She didn’t know where we were headed. I asked her if she wanted to go to the store with me and she said sure.

We went in and I bought all kinds of junk food. I bought potato chips, pretzels, cookies, chocolate, gum, and other kinds of candy. I must have spent almost five dollars on all that junk. Daddy would have died if he had seen me then, carrying it all out of the store, in two big bags.

Melissa and I went to the local park and ate some of it. We had had lunch already so it wasn’t like we were ruining our appetite for anything. After pigging out, we figured we had better get back.

When we got back to my house, Mommy was still in the garden. I don’t think she even realized how long we had been gone. Thank goodness. I had no trouble bringing the bags up to my room. I put them in a big box and hid it under my bed. Nobody would ever look there.

Melissa and I played for a little longer, and then Mommy called upstairs that Melissa’s mommy was there to pick her up. We had had a fun day, and Mommy told her mommy how nicely we played together. We just giggled and hugged each other. We told each other that we would see each other on Monday, at school.

Daddy came home soon after that and Mommy made me wash up and set the table. Oh, man, you know, I always had to do stuff like that. I wasn’t really hungry, but I couldn’t tell my parents that, or they would have been suspicious.

Daddy asked why I hardly touched my dinner. I lied and told him I had a late lunch. But then you know what he did? He asked Mommy if that was true, and she told him that we had lunch at noon and some carrots and celery around 3:00 and that I should be hungry. Sometimes Mommies are out to get ya, I think.

Then Daddy asked if I was feeling okay. I didn’t want to say no, cuz then I wouldn’t be able to do nothing the rest of the weekend. Also, if you pretend you’re sick, sometimes they make you go to the doctor. And I definitely did not want that.

So I lied and told him that the catfish tasted funny this time. He was surprised cuz he said I usually liked it so much. I asked Daddy if I could be done and bring my plate in. Then know what he did? He offered to make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And you know why? Because he didn’t think I had enough to eat and figured I would be hungry.

I was thinking, oh man, now what do I do? I knew why I wasn’t hungry. It was because Melissa and I had eaten all that junk food. But of course, I couldn’t tell my parents that.

Then Daddy asked me if I had eaten anything else. I got worried that maybe he knew. But no, he couldn’t have. So I shook my head no. I told him that I remembered that I wasn’t allowed any “bad” snacks. I even told him he could count the cookies in the cookie jar if he wanted to.

But somehow Daddy knew that I wasn’t telling the truth. Or he thought so anyway. He kept asking me if I was sure I hadn’t eaten anything else. I told him no and asked to be excused. He didn’t answer fast enough for me, so I just got up, brought my plate in, and ran upstairs to my room.

I hoped no one would come after me. Sometimes they did, and sometimes they didn’t. I was hoping this would be one of those times. But of course, it wasn’t. And I’m so stupid, too! I could have just gone to my room and played Barbies or something, but noooooo!

No, I had to check to make sure my box of goodies was still there. I pulled it out, saw that everything was where it was supposed to be, and then went to push it back under my bed.

I jumped when I heard Daddy scream my name. Oh, darn it! I had left the door open a crack. Why hadn’t I closed it when I came up here? I knew what I wanted to do. I practically smacked myself in the head.

Of course in the meantime, I became aware of Daddy staring at me. I looked up and he was pointing to the box. I quickly pushed it the rest of the way under the bed. He asked me what was in the box.

I thought fast. I tried to think of something good. But you know when you’re under this much pressure, everything sounds bad. I told him that it was a science project and that I wasn’t allowed to show him. I told him it couldn’t see daylight.

Then I tried to change the subject and sort of scolded Daddy for invading my privacy. He said if I had wanted privacy I should have closed my door. See, I told you!

Then he said he wanted to see what was in the box. I told him I couldn’t show him or I’d get in trouble with my teacher. Well, that was only partly a lie. If I showed him, I’d get in trouble all right, just not with my teacher.

I kind of knew Daddy wasn’t gonna buy that story. He asked me if that was the truth and if he should call my teacher to make sure. Now I know my daddy very well. And I knew he would do it, too. And I didn’t want him to. Because of course, my teacher would tell him she didn’t know what I was talking about.

Now I was torn. I didn’t know what to do. Either way I was gonna be in big trouble. And probably lying any more would not be the way to go. I looked up at Daddy. He was staring down at me. I knew I was in for it, now. I started to cry. I mean, really cry. I’m talking big time tears.

That just made Daddy angry. He came over to me and gave me several sharp smacks on my bottom. He yelled my full name and told me he wanted the truth right that minute.

I cried and went to retrieve the box from under the bed. I was still torn. If I pulled it out and Daddy saw what was in it, I was in big trouble. If I didn’t take it out, and Daddy did himself, I was in big trouble. I just sat there trying to decide what to do.

Then Daddy started to count. Oh, I hated when he did that. I knew that if I didn’t respond by the time he got to five, I was dead. When he got to four, I made my decision. I pulled the box out from under the bed, and lifted off the cover.

Inside, of course, was my stash of candy. I looked up and saw Daddy’s eyes get big and his mouth go wide. I was already crying hysterically by this point, and he hadn’t even punished me yet.

Daddy was furious. He wanted to know what I thought I was doing with all that junk. But I couldn’t stop crying. I was crying so hard; I thought I was going to die crying. Daddy knew he couldn’t scream at me if I was crying this hard, so he pulled me to him and hugged me.

He held onto me and tried to calm me down. I just clutched onto him and cried and cried. I didn’t think I would ever stop. And maybe, I thought, if I just kept crying, he wouldn’t punish me. Yeah, right!

Mommy poked her head in then. She must have heard me crying so much. She wanted to know what was going on. Daddy showed her the box and explained that it was what had ruined dinner. He called it a cache. I’m not really sure what that is, though.

Mommy clicked her tongue as Daddy went on to explain how I had been banned from any “sweets” for the whole week and that I had lied several times to top things off. I hate when people click their tongues. It’s so rude.

I had calmed down by this point and Daddy let go of me. He sat me down on my bed and asked where it had come from. It, meaning the box of junk food. I knew I couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer. I had to tell Daddy the truth. I was already in trouble for lying.

I told him that I went to the store with Melissa and bought it. He was doubly mad because I did it against direct orders and also because I bought candy without permission. I forgot to tell you that I’m never allowed to do that.

Oh wait, I should have said he was tripley mad. And that’s because I lied, too. And not just once, but many times. First about having a late lunch, and then about what was in the box. I could tell that Daddy was not going to go easy on me.

He led me into the bathroom. I knew what was coming, too. Soap. I hated having my mouth washed out with soap. I guess that was the point. So I wouldn’t lie anymore. But know what? It never seemed to work. I always forgot the consequences for lying. I always thought that this time I wouldn’t be caught. I just never learned.

Daddy made me sit on the closed toilet seat and open my mouth. Then I watched him as he lathered up my toothbrush with soap. He then put it in my mouth and scrubbed it out. Oh, it was so yucky! I started to gag and told Daddy how yucky it was.

He told me that lies were yucky and that if I told the truth this wouldn’t happen. I just nodded. I was waiting for him to say the magic word: Rinse. But he didn’t. To my surprise and horror, he got out the bar of soap and came towards me with it. He told me to open again.

I couldn’t believe it. He was going to soap me again. I told him no more, but he said too bad, cuz I had repeatedly told lies to him. He said two soapings were in order. He also told me that this was not the best time for me to argue.

I had to agree to that. So I opened my mouth and he put the bar in. Oh, it was so gross! He made me wait more than five minutes, before he let me spit it out. Then I finally got to rinse. I rinsed and rinsed. But I still feel like there’s that bad soap taste in my mouth. It was so yucky.

After I rinsed, I just sat and looked at Daddy, waiting to see what would happen next. I should have known. Daddy told me to march myself to my room and put my nose in the corner. He really said that: march. But he wouldn’t have appreciated it if I really marched, so I just walked. I knew I had already crossed the line and did not want to make him any more mad.

That’s when Daddy came in carrying the wooden ruler. I cringed when I saw the ruler. I don’t know if you’ve ever been spanked with a ruler before, but it hurts so much. It hurts more than a hairbrush, even. I know, cuz I’ve had both before.

Daddy pulled my pants down and put me across his lap. He told me I was in very big trouble and I had a stern paddling coming. He raised that ruler and brought it down hard over my bottom again and again.

Oh, it hurt so much. I cried and cried. I must have screamed “OW” like a million times, but Daddy just kept smacking it down. He was lecturing me, too. He told me I wasn’t allowed to buy candy without permission, I wasn’t allowed to have food in my room, and I was particularly not to have candy when it was forbidden to me.

I just nodded, which I must say, in this position, is quite difficult. I was feeling like one sorry little girl then, too. I was crying and screaming the whole time. Cuz you know as he was lecturing me, he was still smacking that ruler down on my poor tushie, over and over again.

Daddy scolded me for lying to him, too. He said I wasn’t ever to lie to him. He asked me if that was clear. And he used my first and middle name. I guess I wasn’t forgiven quite yet.

I screamed that yes, I would never lie to him and that yes, it was very clear. I was going to say “crystal clear” but was afraid he might think that was being rude. I was hoping he was almost done with my paddling, cuz my bottom was on fire.

He smacked me a few more times before finally saying the words I was longing to hear. That my spanking was over. I got up and rubbed my poor bum. It was so sore. That spanking had hurt so much.

I ran into Daddy’s waiting arms and hugged him so tight. I cried and told him again how sorry I was. He said he hoped I was, but just to be sure, I was grounded for the rest of the week, and confined to my room for the rest of today and tomorrow.

Daddy hugged me tight and told me he forgave me. But he also said that it was going to take a long time for me to earn his and Mommy’s trust back. I told him I was gonna try real hard to do it.

He was glad to hear that. He reminded me how much he and Mommy loved me. I felt so bad then and apologized for repeatedly doing such bad things. He told me that that was why he had to be so hard on me. He wanted me to learn and not do something again that I already knew I shouldn’t have.

Daddy hugged me for a long time. He always did that. He always wanted to make sure I knew how much he loved me and that he punished me to help me learn. I watched as Daddy left my room with my box of goodies. I kind of wondered what he was going to do with it. But I knew better than to ask.

And that’s why I am lying on my bed, now, on my tummy. Cuz if you got a paddling like I just did, you would understand.

The end.