The Trade

The Trade...a “Little One” story (M/f)

I was downstairs, watching TV when I heard Daddy calling me. Uh oh, I thought to myself, what’d I do now? It’s not that every time Daddy called me, I was in trouble, but more often than not, that’s what it seemed like.

“Little one, would you come up here please?” Daddy called.

I went running and stopped when I got to the doorway of my room. In Daddy’s hand was a Gameboy. “Uh, yes, Daddy?” I asked.

“Little one, I don't remember this toy. It seems like more than you could buy from your allowance. Where did it come from, please?”

I looked at him and at the toy in his hand. He knew he didn’t buy it for me, so I couldn’t say he had. I tried to think. I guessed I’d have to go with the truth.

“It’s Jannie’s. She gave it to me.”

“That was very nice of her. That is a pretty big gift, though. Are you sure it is okay with her parents?”

I shrugged. I had no idea if Jannie’s Mommy or Daddy knew I had the game or not. “I don't know, I guess. We kinda traded,” I said, looking down.

“You ‘traded’? What did you trade her for this expensive toy?”

Now here was the hard part. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to give away what I had traded Jannie the gameboy for. If I lied to Daddy, I’d be in super duper trouble, but if I told the truth, he would kill me. I stood there trying to decide.

“Well, young lady?” Daddy asked. I could tell Daddy was gonna lose his patience soon. I’d better go with the truth.

“Ummm, you know that watch set that Gramma gave me? The one I didn't like? That. Jannie loved it,” I said quietly.

“Samantha! I told you that that watch set was to be saved for when you were older. That is very valuable, and what's more, it has a lot of family history. Your great grandfather gave it to your great grandmother many, many years ago. That was not something for you to trade. In fact, didn't I say you were to leave it in its box?”

I stood there, teetering back from one foot to the other. “Yes, Daddy, but, ummm...”

“But what, young lady? Didn't you understand what I told you?” Daddy asked in that stern Daddy voice.

I felt like I was being questioned by a lawyer. He was so strict. I thought very carefully about what I was gonna say.

“Yes, Daddy, but I really liked the Gameboy.”

Daddy looked at me. “I can see why you liked it, but that doesn't change things -- that watch set was to be saved for when you are older. Well, I will call Jannie's parents and see about undoing the trade.”

“NOOOOO! I don't want the watch set,” I whined.

Not a good thing to do if you’re already in trouble. Daddy looked at me sternly.

“Samantha Karen, this is not open for discussion, and whining will not help you.”

I watched as Daddy walked toward the telephone. I looked at the Gameboy and at Daddy. I thought about the stupid watch set, with the different color bands. I had hated it when Gramma had given it to me.

“I don’t want the watch set back. I want this!” I grabbed the Gameboy and stomped my foot. Daddy just gave me a look. I don’t know what I was thinking but I started running. I ran out of my room, down the stairs and out the back door.

Daddy followed after me. He stood at the back door and yelled out, “Samantha Karen, you come here right now! I'm waiting. Don't make me come get you. One.. Two...”

I looked at Daddy and down at the game. I quickly hid it behind a bush and went running back to Daddy. “Yes, sir?” I asked innocently.

“Samantha, you do not run away from me like that. Now get the gameboy and come upstairs with me, before you get in worse trouble.”

I looked at Daddy and decided to play it cool. Probably not the best way to go. “What gameboy?” I asked, showing him that I had nothing in my hands.

“The gameboy you just ran off with, the gameboy you got from Jannie. Don't play games with me, young lady, you know perfectly well what gameboy. Now get it, and come with me.”

I was gonna make a statement. I was gonna stand my ground and not back down. I stared at Daddy. “I don’t know where it is,” I said simply.

Daddy stared at me. He shook his head and sighed. “That is a lie, Samantha Karen Leonard, and it is also direct defiance. I am giving you one last chance to obey. Now!”

I didn’t know what to do. I was already in very big trouble. Probably making Daddy madder at this point was not a good idea. I ran back outside and grabbed the gameboy. Then I ran back to Daddy and placed it in his hands. “Okay, here!” I said.

Daddy said, “That's a little better. But you are still in trouble, young lady. Now march yourself up to your room. And I mean NOW!” Daddy gave me a smack on my rear to get me moving. He really didn’t have to; I would have gone anyway.

“Owwwww!” I cried, rubbing my bottom. I ran up to my room and quietly closed the door. It would not have been a good idea to slam it at that point. Trust me.

Daddy came up a few minutes later. He opened my door and looked at me. I was lying on my bed. “Jannie and her mother will be over in a while. But first we have some talking to do. Your attitude today was way out of line, and disregarding what I told you about the watch was naughty, too. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Samantha?”

Daddy was mad; I could hear it in his voice. But why wouldn’t he be? I had been naughty. I always was; I don’t know why. I knew I was gonna be punished, but maybe, just maybe I could talk him out of it.

I looked up with puppy dog eyes. “Please don't spank me, Daddy, I'm sorry,” I tried. I don’t think I sounded too sincere. But that’s hard to do, when you don’t really mean it.

Daddy put his hand out to me. “It's much too late for that. You have a paddling and a soaping coming. Soap first. Come!”

I took Daddy’s hand, even thought I didn’t want to. He led me to the bathroom and pointed to the toilet seat. I started to cry. “Nooo, I don’t want soap. Why I gotta have it?”

Daddy was losing his patience with me. “You told me a direct lie, young lady. You know what happens when you do that. Now sit down and open up; you are in enough trouble already.”

Very reluctantly I sat down and opened my mouth. Daddy lathered up a small bar of soap and put it in my mouth. He tapped my chin for me to close. It was so yucky; I wanted to spit it out. But I didn’t. That would be a big no-no.

After what felt like an eternity, Daddy took the soap out. "You may rinse after your spanking", he said. I couldn’t believe it.

“No, Daddy, that's not fair!” I shouted. Daddy never did that. He always let me rinse right away.

“Samantha!” Daddy said, giving my bottom one smack. “I wouldn't argue right now if I were you.”

I put my hand to my bottom. That had hurt. Daddy took my other hand and led me back to my room. I was crying now.

“You’re being mean, Daddy!” I sniffled. What had I really done to deserve this kind of treatment? Nothing that bad?

“I will not tolerate defiance, young lady. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to obey,” Daddy told me.

He pulled me to his side, and pulled down my pants and my panties. Then he picked me up and pulled me over his lap. This was the part I hated the most. Oh wait, no, the part I hated the most was coming. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that dreadful hairbrush.

“No, Daddy, not the hairbrush! I sorrrrrry!” I cried, really meaning it this time.

But it didn’t matter. Daddy picked it up and started spanking my backside with it.

{WHACK!}{WHACK!}{WHACK!}{WHACK!}{WHACK!}{WHACK!}{WHACK!} {WHACK!}{WHACK!} “You acted quite naughty, {WHACK!} young lady. {WHACK!} You are lucky it is *only* {WHACK!} the brush. {WHACK!}{WHACK!} You are not to defy me, {WHACK!} ever again.” {WHACK!}

“Owwwww! Yes, sir!” I cried.

{WHACK!}{WHACK!} “And you are not {WHACK!} to lie to me. {WHACK!} Not {WHACK!} ever!” {WHACK!}{WHACK!}

I must have been really out of it cuz I didn’t know what he was talking about. I didn’t remember lying to him. “Owwww, I didn't! When did I lie?” I whined. “Waaaaaaaaah, I telled you the truth, Dadddddy!”

{WHACK!}{WHACK!} “You said that{WHACK!} you didn't know {WHACK!} where the gameboy was. {WHACK!} That was a {WHACK!} direct lie, {WHACK!} young lady, {WHACK!}{WHACK!} and you know I will not tolerate you lying to me.”

Oh yeah.

“Ohhh, but I’m sorrry, owwwwwww, Daddy, okay, okay, waaaaaaaah! Please stop; it hurts!”

But Daddy wasn’t stopping. It seemed like this spanking would go on forever.

{WHACK!}{WHACK!} “It's supposed to hurt. {WHACK!} That’s how you learn your lesson. {WHACK!}{WHACK!} You will not {WHACK!} trade {WHACK!} or give away {WHACK!} things I have said {WHACK!} are to be kept. {WHACK!}{WHACK!} Is that understood?”

“Owwwww, yes, Dadddddy! Waaaaaaaah!”

I was crying real hard now. This felt like the worst spanking I had ever gotten. Yeah, I know I say that every time, but it really did. And I was sorry. The stupid gameboy wasn’t even worth this.

{WHACK!}{WHACK!}{WHACK!}{WHACK!}{WHACK!} “All right, little one, your spanking is over. I forgive you, and you may rinse your mouth now,” Daddy said.

Finally. I jumped up and rubbed my bottom. Ow, that had hurt. I ran to the bathroom, with my pants at my ankles and rinsed my mouth. The taste of soap still lingered but wasn’t as bad. Very slowly, I came back into the room.

I looked at Daddy. “That hurted so much, Daddy!” I cried.

“That was because you acted so very naughty, and defiant. But I forgive you, and I love you, always,” Daddy told me, trying to take me into his arms for a hug.

But I wasn’t ready to forgive just yet. I looked at him and then away. “Well, I don't love you,” I said, pushing away. I went over to my bed and laid down, crying.

Daddy watched me. I could feel his eyes on me. “I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sorry I had to punish you so severely, but I can't let the kind of things you did pass. I hope that you will be ready to talk nicely to me soon.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked over to see what Daddy was doing. He had gotten up and gone to sit in the rocker in the corner of my room. I lifted my head up and said, “Do you still love me, Daddy? Even though I said that?”

Daddy nodded. “Yes, little one, I still love you, and I always will, no matter what. But I do hope that you didn’t mean that, and won't say it again.”

He sounded so hurt. I was a bad girl to tell my daddy I didn’t love him. I felt so guilty. I stood up, stopping only to pull up my panties and pants, and then slowly walked over to him. I stood in front of him, staring.

I looked at him and the tears began to flow again. “I didn't mean it, Daddy. I do love you.” I started to climb up into his lap. He smiled and pulled me the rest of the way up. I know I was getting a bit big, but I loved to cuddle with my Daddy. I put my arms around his neck and squeezed. “I’m sorry. I was just feeling a little mad.”

Daddy held onto me tight. “I understand. Everyone feels mad sometimes. But it is best to try not to say things you don't mean when you are mad -- you could hurt other people.”>

“I sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to hurt you,” I said, as I hugged him real hard. I didn’t realize Daddies had feelings. I guess they do.

Daddy smiled and said, “That's okay then.”

I smiled, too. Daddy continued to hug and cuddle me until all my tears were gone. I guessed it was tough being a Daddy sometimes. Especially with a kid like me. I sure wouldn’t want that job.

Jannie and her mommy came over later that day. We switched back our stuff. Jannie’s mommy was glad to see the Gameboy again, although I don’t think she quite knew about our little switch, until it was over. Daddy put my watch set in his room. He said he would hold onto it until I decided I wanted it.

Daddy also told me I was not allowed to trade anything without his permission ever again. I told him I understood. And I sure wouldn’t want to trade my Daddy. Not for anything. He was the best Daddy in the world!

The end.