Taking Little One to Work…A “Little One” Story (M/f)

It was “Take Your Daughter to Work Day”. I thought my little one was a bit young for this kind of thing, but others had assured me that they were gearing it for the younger crowd these days. I thought the original idea was to bring pre-teens or teenagers to your job to see if that was something they might like to do one day. Nowadays, they have clowns and party bags. I think they think maybe kids will see what fun it is to go to work. Well, once they get to the real world, reality will set in, that’s for sure.

I was hoping Sammie would be able to behave the whole day at my office.

I'm a "software developer" which is a fancy term for someone who spends a lot of his time writing computer programs, and more of it fixing bugs in them -- often bugs I put there in the first place. I find it a fascinating job, but watching it, particularly if you can't understand the code, would be dull as ditch-water. Except for when a client called with an impossible request, or a "very urgent" bug that he hadn't bothered to record exactly how he got -- and I didn't want my little one to here what "developers" were prone to say on such occasions.

Sure, the boss had hired a magician to come in, and there were lots of computers for the kids to play with, but… Well, my little one was very active. I had severe reservations about bringing her to work with me. I hope I didn’t end up regretting this day.

~~~

I woke up and ran into Mommy and Daddy’s room. “Daddy! Daddy!” I was so excited. Today I was going to Daddy’s work. I was gonna get all dressed up. I was gonna be real good, too.

Daddy said, “Yes, Little One? What is it?”

“I'm so excited. Am I really going to your work today?” I asked as I climbed up on their big bed and started to jump.

Daddy frowned and pulled me down. “Yes, but not if you can't behave. You know beds are not for jumping on.”

I looked at Daddy and then down. All of a sudden, I felt sad. “I'm just so ‘cited, Daddy.”

I think Daddy felt bad for scolding me then. He looked at me and said, “I understand, little one. It's okay to be excited, but try to keep it in check a bit please, okay?”

Then he hugged me. I hugged him back and before I knew it was smiling again like a chesire cat.

“What should I wear today, Daddy?” I asked, even though I had pretty much already decided. I wanted to hear Daddy’s opinion.

He said, “You should look nice but it's not a fancy deal so you don't have to wear a dress. How about some of your school pants?”

“I wanna wear a dress, okay, Daddy? I wanna look pretty.”

~~~

I was shocked. Usually Samantha put up such a fight about having to wear a dress. And here she was actually volunteering to do so.

I recovered from my initial shock and said, “Okay, you may surely wear a dress if you want to. I just meant that you didn't have to. Which one do you want, little one?”

But she was gone. Quick as a wink, she had run back to her room. She emerged ten minutes later wearing a pretty pink dress. She had on white tights and white party shoes. She handed me her brush and some scrunchies and I braided her hair. She looked like an angel when I was done.

She looked at me and was beaming. “I look pretty, Daddy?”

I nodded and smiled. “Yes, you do -- very pretty. Now let’s put on your jacket and get into the car, okay?”

I put her in the car and helped her buckle her seatbelt. I was glad my wife had given her breakfast earlier, before she left for work. My job was not too far away and after a little chitchat in the car, we were there. I turned to my little one to give her some rules before we went in.

~~~

I frowned. There were always rules. Rules for this, rules for that. I couldn’t stand it. I listened though as Daddy told me not to scream and run in the office, and to do as he said. I wanted to say, “Don’t I always?” but then thought better of it.

Daddy led me into his building. I watched as Daddy leaned his breast pocket against the keycard reader. The light turned green and the door unlocked. My eyes opened wide with amazement. It was so neat. I longed to do it myself.

Daddy pushed the button next to the elevator for the top floor. “I wanna push the buttons, Daddy!” I cried. Didn’t he know nothing?

We got into the elevator and before Daddy could tell me which floor, I reached up and pushed all the buttons. They looked so pretty all lit up that I started to smile. Well, until I looked at Daddy’s face. He didn’t look too happy.

~~~

I looked at my watch. It wasn’t even 9:00 yet and I was starting to regret the day already. I looked at my little one and frowned.

“Little one, wait for me to tell you about things, okay? Now we are going to stop at every floor, all the way to the top.”

She started to giggle until she realized I wasn’t smiling. “Sorry, Daddy,” she said. I noticed she kept her hands to herself for the rest of the ride. It looked as though she was having a hard time not touching things. I breathed a few times and counted to ten inside my head.

Finally, we got to the top floor. I led my little one out of the elevator and down a hall. At the end, I took out my keycard again.

Little One yelled out, “Me, Daddy!” She went to grab my card.

I looked at her and mouthed, “Shhh!” She took a step back. Then I handed her the card. “All right, just hold it near the reader until the green light comes on and the door unlocks, okay?” I asked, pointing.

She did it and her whole face lit up as it worked. I smiled to myself and wondered how something so simple could make her so happy. I guessed that was what was so fantastic about being seven years old.

I opened the door and led her into the office. We walked to the left where a classroom had been set up as a party room, with games on some of the computers, and a VCR for movies later.

She cried out, “Ooooh, games! Can I, Daddy?”

I nodded and said, “Sure, but first, I want you to meet a couple of people-- just for a minute, okay?”

I introduced her to my boss and two co-workers. My little one was very polite as she shook their hands. I was proud of her. It also kind of scared me a little. I was hoping that maybe just once she would have a good, spank-free day. One could only hope.

I brought her back to the computer room. Some age-appropriate games had been installed. I explained how to play one of the games. “Or,” I said, turning her to see where some other kids were, “you can join those kids who are making pictures on the white-board in the kitchen area.”

My little one didn’t even hesitate. She said, “Ooooh, pictures! I wanna draw, Daddy.”

I said okay and led her through the classroom to the kitchen area. There were two refrigerators, a sink and a BIG white board with markers in several colors. There were three other children making pictures on it, but I found a spot for her.

Two of the other children looked to be about Sammie’s age and the other was about five.

~~~

I said hi to the other kids and they said hi back. Daddy told me he would be right back. I used all the colors and made a pretty rainbow. The other kids were impressed with my picture. They all said it was beautiful.

We chatted for a bit and finished our drawings. We looked around. We all agreed that the drawing was becoming boring. What else could we do? They all wanted to know.

~~~

I came back to check on my little one. She was not at the whiteboard anymore, and neither were the other children. I looked around and spotted all four of them leaning over the sink. I wondered what they were up to, as I walked over there.

As I got closer, I realized they had filled the sink with water. “Daddy, look! We made the water, purple,” Little One said, with a big smile on her face.

I tried not to scream. I washed my face with my hands and took a deep breath. “Little one, those markers are for use on the white board, not in the sink. Did anyone say that you could use the sink?”

“No, Daddy, we just thought it would be pretty,” my little one said.

Little One looked up at me as well as the other children. There eyes fell as they watched me let the water out of the sink. I handed each of them a sponge and told them to get to work on cleaning off the color on the sides of the sink.

~~~

We scrubbed and scrubbed and luckily the color came off. The other parents come to collect their kids and were as unhappy as my daddy.

I turned to face Daddy and held up the sponge. He took it and put it on the edge of the sink.

He said, “We will have a talk about use and mis-use of things when we get home -- if you want to do something different than what I have told you about here, ask first.”

And then he gave me one smack to my seat. It hurt.

Daddy took my hand and said, “Come on, it’s time for lunch.”

After lunch, Daddy brought me to the computer room. “Would you like to play on the computer for a while, little one? The movie won't be till later. But remember, no food by the computer, okay?”

I said okay and got up on the stool. Daddy went to talk to some people and maybe do a little work. I thought Daddy had a great job so far. I played a few games. I was thirsty. I remembered that I had left my can of soda in the kitchen and ran back to get it.

~~~

I let Little One play for about twenty minutes and when I went back to check on her, I saw her busily pushing on the keyboard with a paper towel. I had no idea what she was doing.

“What are you doing, little one -- that's not how you use a keyboard.” As I got closer, I could see liquid on the keys. “What happened, Samantha?”

She looked up at me and started to cry. “Daddy! It was a axident! I sorry.”

I looked down and saw a can of sprite on the floor, some soda on the chair and the floor underneath. My little one was still frantically using the towels to clean off the keyboard.

I grabbed the paper towels from her hands. They were falling apart and sticking to the keyboard. I pulled her right off the chair. “Stop that, young lady. Didn't I tell you no food by the computer?”

~~~

“I sorry, Daddy, it was far away; it was a mistake,” I cried.

I could tell Daddy was angry. “It was supposed to be ‘far away’ in the kitchen, young lady. Samantha Karen, you are in big trouble.”

He turned me around and give me a sharp {smack} on my seat and then marched me to the corner. Then he told me to stay there.

I couldn’t believe Daddy smacked me, again. “But Daddddddy, owwwwwwwww!” I cried. I was feeling extra bad cuz it was supposed to be a good day and here I was in the corner at Daddy’s job and I was feeling very sorry and very unhappy.

~~~

I went to get Russel, our network and hardware support guy. He looked at it and said – “I told them kids in this room could be trouble. Cleaning that out will take a q-tip behind every key, and it still won’t be 100%. Fortunately, it's just a $20 keyboard; we'll replace it instead.”

I turned to my naughty little one and said, “You’re lucky, young lady, it could have been much worse.”

She nodded and said, “Yes, Daddy. But I'm really sorrrrrrry!”

I just looked at her and said, “You will be, young lady. I said ‘no food’. You know what that means and you know what happens when you disobey. I think it’s time to go home.

She cried and said, “But, Daddy, it's too early. Don't we gotta stay til five? Pleeeeeease? I'll be goooooood.”

I looked at her and shook my head. This one was too much. I couldn’t believe her sometimes. “You have a spanking coming, young lady. Now do you want it here, or back at home?”

“I don't want it at all, Daddddy.”

“I know you don’t but you deserve it. I told you to behave,” I said sternly.

“I don’t wanna go home yet, Daddy,” she said sadly.

“All right, if you want to stay, come with me for your spanking here. And don't make too much of a fuss. If you do, we are going home.”

~~~

I looked up at Daddy--wide-eyed. I didn't know which was worse, but decided that staying was much better, so I followed him without a sound. He took me to an office at the far end of the space from where the party was.

I watched as Daddy sat down on a chair and opened the top desk drawer. He said mostly to himself, "I think he has -- yes!" I watched as Daddy pulled out a ruler.

“Daddy, pleeeease! Not with the ruler. I’m sooooo sorrrry!”

~~~

I pulled down Samantha’s pants but left her panties up, considering we were in a semi-public place. I started to smack her bottom hard with the ruler.

I explained, “At home this would have been a brushing, but I don't have a brush here.” {Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}

She cried, “Oowwwwwwwww, DADDDDY, waaah, I'm sorrrry!”

{Crack!} “You will not {Crack!} have food {Crack!} at the computers. {Crack!} You will not {Crack!} disobey me. {Crack!} You will follow the {Crack!} rules here {Crack!} or we will go home.” {Crack!}

She screamed and cried, “Oowwwwwwwww, okay, DADDDDDY, I sorry! It was a axident.”

“Yes, but bringing your soda into the computer room was not an accident. {Crack!} That is what {Crack!} you are being spanked for.” I gave her a few more good smacks. {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} “All right, little one, your spanking is over.”

~~~

Daddy stood me up and I danced around the room, holding my bottom. “Oowwwwweeee, Daddy, that hurted.”

Daddy nodded and said, “I know, little one. That's how it helps you remember to do better another time. Come here.”

He held his arms out and I ran into him, crying. He held me tight and I hugged him back really hard.

“I sorry, Daddy,” I said, meaning it.

“That's all right, little one, you are forgiven. But I want you to say sorry to Russel, who will have to fix it, okay?”

I nodded, but I didn’t want to say sorry. I felt bad but it was gonna be hard. “Yes, Daddy. But Daddy? Can you just hold me for a few minutes before we go back?”

I was feeling sorry for myself. I had wanted this to be a great day: no spankings. But of course, it didn’t work out that way.

“Sure, little one,” Daddy said. He pulled me into his lap and just held me, saying soft things, and reassuring me. I felt safe again. I wiped my tears and Daddy showed me where the bathroom was. I went and washed my hands and face. I felt a tiny bit better.

Daddy led me back to the computer room, where the man was disconnecting the keyboard from the rest of the computer. I looked over my shoulder at Daddy behind me and he nodded. I approached the man.

“Uh, Mr. Russell?” I said, quietly. He turned around and looked at me. I didn’t know whether he could tell I had been crying or not. I said, “I'm sorry I spilled my soda on your computer.”

Once said, I ran back to Daddy and hid behind him. All of a sudden, I was feeling shy.

The man said, “Well that's okay, Sammie -- that's your name, right? -- but I want you to be very careful not to do it again. No more soda anywhere near the computers, okay?”

~~~

I smiled to myself as Russel spoke to my little one. His voice sounded so gruff. She was afraid of him and was hiding behind me. I knew he was thinking that she was too cute for words, and couldn’t be as gruff as he thought he should. The two of us exchanged a wink and a smile.

Then Sammie said, “Yes, sir, I won't do it again.” Then she said to me, “Daddy?” and she held her arms up for me to pick her up.

She was acting like she was three instead of seven. But I knew that was because she had just had a spanking. She was feeling sad and vulnerable. I lifted her up into my arms and just held her. “There, there, it’s all right, little one. Come on, why don’t we join the other kids?”

~~~

I shook my head. I was too sad to play just then. I didn’t want to join the other kids just yet. I thought for sure that they all knew what had happened to me, even though they were busy with their own things.

For now, I just wanted my Daddy. He held me for a bit and reminded me that he loved me.

“You messed up a bit, little one, but it’s over now and all forgiven. Nobody will mention it, okay? You know Daddy loves you,” he said.

I knew, but I just wanted to hear him say it. I continued to hold on to Daddy, but turned around on his lap when I saw a magician come in.

All the other kids ran and crowded around him. I looked up at Daddy for permission to go. He nodded and sent me off to join the others. I sat with them and watched the magician do tricks.

After one really splendid trick, I ran back over to Daddy. “Did you see that?”

Daddy nodded and I went back. I watched the magician do several more tricks. He kept on choosing kids to help him. But he never chose me. I was getting frustrated.

~~~

The magician planned to choose a different kid for each trick. But obviously my little one didn’t know this. At one point during the show, after he had done many tricks, he asked for a volunteer. Both Samantha and another little girl yelled, “Me, me!” He chose the other little girl.

My little one stood up and yelled, “NO FAIR!” She started to cry. “I WANTED TO HELP!”

I couldn’t believe it. In the space of two minutes, she was crying and carrying on.

“Samantha Karen, calm down. You are disrupting the show,” I said, leading her away from the focus of the show. “Calm down and I am sure you can help with another trick.”

“NO, I wanted to help with this one!” she screamed and pouted and stomped her feet.

That was it. I was not going to let her throw a temper tantrum. “That's enough, young lady.” I hauled her out of the room so that the show would not be disrupted for the others. I took her back to the office where I had spanked her earlier.

"Can you calm down enough to go home, or do I have to spank you again here, young lady?" I asked sternly, holding her while she sobbed and finished her fit.

She looked up at me, crying. “I don't wanna go home, DADDDY! I wanna help the magician.”

“You lost that chance when you had a tantrum, young lady. Now you can calm down enough to go home and discuss your behavior there, or I can spank you here first if you won't. Which will it be, Samantha Karen?”

~~~

I could not believe I was in this position. I didn’t want to go home, but I didn’t want another spanking here either. I was crying pretty hard by this time and looked up at Daddy. He looked furious. I think to myself that maybe if we go home and I go nicely, he will change his mind.

“I don't want a spanking, Daddy, so I guess I'll go home and talk to you,” I said through my tears. I was hoping it would just be “talk”, though.

“All right, Samantha. Come with me,” Daddy said. “And you would do well to behave for the trip home.”

By the sound of his voice, I could tell Daddy was not too happy with me. He led me out of the office, down the hall, and right to the elevator. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to my new friends or anything. But I knew better and just kept my mouth shut. I cursed myself for acting up and ruining the last part of the day.

Once we were in the car, I said, “Daddy?”

“What, little one?”

“Daddy? Are you very mad at me?” I asked quietly.

Daddy seemed to think about it. “Well, I am not happy with you right now, Samantha. You made a mess twice, and then you threw a tantrum and disrupted the show for others, and wouldn't quiet down when I told you to.”

I nodded and looked down. “Yes, sir, I know, but Daddy? I'm so sorry. Please don't spank me again.”

“Well, we'll talk at home. Then I'll decide. But you earned one, young lady -- if you get off, it will be a special exception.”

I thought about this as Daddy drove us home. Once we were there, I followed him inside and up to my room. I stood in front of him waiting for the lecture to begin. I was hoping, and praying it would just be a lecture. I think I should have known better, though.

~~~

I turned to my mischievous daughter and said, “Well Samantha, do you understand what you did wrong today? If so, tell me.”

I couldn’t believe I was going to have to spank her for the second time that day. I knew, just knew, it was a bad idea to bring her to my job.

Little One stood there, thinking about what she was going to say. Then she took a deep breath and said, “I put the markers in the sink and then I spilled the soda, and then I had a tantrum.”

“And why were those not good things to do, Samantha?” I asked sternly.

“Cuz they were naughty, Daddy?” she asked.

“Yes, that's true. But do you understand *why* they were naughty? How they caused problems for other people?”

She just nodded.

I sighed. “Tell me, Samantha. I want to be sure that you understand.”

She cried and said, “Daddy! I shouldn't a used the markers the wrong way, and I shouldn't a had the soda near the ‘puter, but with the magician, I just wanted a turn!”

I felt a little bad as she threw herself into my lap and cried. I didn’t want to punish her again, but I also did not want to give her the message that throwing a tantrum when you’re upset was the way to go, either.

“Yes, you wanted a turn, Samantha. But yelling was not the way to get it. The magician saw you. He couldn't use everyone at once. You would have gotten your turn if you had been patient. Your yelling just ruined the show for everyone; do you understand?”

She nodded and said, “Yeah, but I didn't think he was ever gonna pick me, Daddy!”

I sighed. She wasn’t getting the point of my lecture. “Well, you could have asked me, quietly to make sure that he did. I would have helped. Do you see that now? Will you try to do better another time?” I asked.

She looked up at me. “I will, Daddy, I will. Daddy? Are you still gonna spank me again? I didn't mean to be naughty.”

Oh, man, she was looking at me with those puppy dog eyes. Those alone, could melt a daddy’s heart. But no, I had to be consistent.

“Maybe not, but you knew you were breaking the rules with the soda, and you heard me tell you to quiet down, and you didn’t do as you were told. I think you need a brief reminder about waiting politely for your turn -- but just a hand-spanking if you come right here, okay?”

~~~

I knew not to push things, so I went right over his lap. He lifted up my dress, but didn’t touch my panties. I was grateful for that. I started to cry, knowing what was coming.

{smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} “You will not {smack} throw tantrums.” {smack}

“I won't, Daddy, I'm sorry!” I cried.

{smack} “And if I tell you {smack} to quiet down, {smack} you will {smack} and you will wait your turn, {smack} patiently.” {smack}

I nodded. “Yes, Daddy, OWWWWWWWW!”

{smack} “And you will obey the rules. {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} All right, little one, your spanking is over,” Daddy said.

Music to my ears. I jumped up and climbed into his lap. I put my head on his shoulder and just cried. “I sorry, Daddy, so, so sorry.”

Daddy patted my back and rubbed my bottom. “I know, little one. You always are, afterwards. I love you, and I forgive you. It's all over, and I'm sure you'll do better another time.”

Daddy hugged me tight and I hugged him, too. I always was sorry, afterwards. I never meant to do the bad things I did. Somehow they just always seemed to happen.

“I will, Daddy, honest. Daddy? Do you still love me?” I asked.

Daddy nodded and said, “Yes, little one, I do. Really, truly, I love you--oh so much!”

“Honest, Daddy?” I asked again, just making sure.

Daddy held me tight and said, “I will always love you, no matter what you do. You are MY little one and I will love you forever.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.”

~~~

So I had been right. It had been a long day. Little One didn’t make it through without a spanking or two. But it was over now and she was forgiven…until next time.

The end.