Tucking In...a “Little One” story (M/f)

(c) 2000 by Sampast and Don A. Landhill

 

(Regular Disclaimers Apply...Must I repeat them?)

 

I heard the words I didn’t want to hear.  Not yet, anyway.  “Little one, it is bedtime.  Please go up and get ready for bed.”

 

“Awwww, but Daddy, I wanted to play some more,” I whined.

 

Daddy sighed.  “Samantha, it has been a long day, and now it is bedtime.  You can play again tomorrow.”

 

“Ohhh, but Dadddddy!”

 

“No buts, Samantha, now scoot upstairs.  You need your sleep.”

 

I started to pout.  “Oh, all right,” I said.  I started to head for the stairs and then thought of something.  “But Daddy?  Don't you want me to clean up my toys? They're all over.  Mommy might get mad.”

 

Daddy nodded and I began cleaning up my toys.  Slowly.  Very slowly. 

 

Daddy looked around the living room.  It really was a mess.  But it didn’t look like I’d be done anytime soon.  “Samantha, you can put things away a bit quicker than that, can't you?”

 

I put my hands on my hips and put on my Mommy tone of voice and said, “You want it done quickly or you want it done right?”

 

Daddy raised his eyebrows.  I think he was surprised.  “Samantha, I want it done right, *and* I want it done more quickly than you are doing it, *and* I don't want to argue about it, *and* I don't want you using that tone of voice with me.  You are on thin ice tonight, Samantha.”

 

I looked up at Daddy.  “Sorry, Daddy, I'll do it quicker.”  I worked a little more quickly and soon finished up.  I still didn’t want to go to bed, but I walked slowly up the stairs to my room. 

 

After a while, a while that should have had me washed up, changed and completely ready for bed, Daddy came in.  Only, I was sitting on my bed, still dressed, looking at a picture book.

 

“Samantha Karen, do you call this getting ready for bed?” Daddy asked me.

 

I jumped at the sound of his voice.  “Oh, sorry, Daddy, I was looking for a book for you to read to me, and I just started looking at this one and got into it.”

 

I then put the book down and ran to the dresser.  I opened up my pajama drawer and looked through my selection of jammies.  I sure had a lot of them.  I could feel Daddy’s eyes on me as I selected a pair to wear.  Then I brought them over to Daddy.  “Will you help me, Daddy?” I asked.  Sure I could do it myself, but sometimes I liked to let Daddy baby me.

 

“All right, Samantha, but this is your last warning.  Any more dawdling and you will get a bottom warming, is that clear?”

 

“Yes, sir.” 

 

Daddy helped me out of my clothes and into my pajamas.  He instructed me to put my dirty clothes into the hamper, which I did.  “Now scoot to the bathroom to wash and brush up," he said, as he gave me a light smack on the rear to get me moving.

 

I put my hand to my bottom.  “Owww,” I said, although it hadn’t really hurt.  I ran into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.  I began to wash my face, and got distracted by the new soap pump that Mommy had bought.

 

A few minutes later, Daddy appeared in the doorway and said, “Samantha Karen, what are you doing?”

 

I looked at him and then down at the sink.  I had been pushing and pumping the dispenser so much that there were bubbles everywhere, almost overflowing the sink.

 

“Uh, I was washing my hands, Daddy,” I said, trying to make it sound innocent.

 

Daddy shook his head.  “The soap is to wash with, not to play with, and playtime is over for today anyway.  Now, I want you in your room in the corner, young lady, while I clean this up.”

 

“But Daddy, all I was doing was....” 

 

But Daddy cut me off.  “That is *not* how you wash your hands, and you know it perfectly well.  Now go do what I told you to.”

 

“But why I gotta go to the corner?” I asked.  When I was tired, my speech sounded more like a little kid’s than a kid of seven.

 

Daddy swatted my behind.  Again.  {swat} “Samantha, do as I told you, now!”

 

This time it hurt.  “Owww,” I said.  I looked at Daddy but he had a scowl on his face.  I ran back into my room and into the corner.  I stood there quietly until Daddy came back in.

 

“Turn around and face me, Samantha,” he said, and I did.  Daddy continued, “The soap is not for playing with, and you were playing with it, not just washing your hands, weren't you, young lady?  And I had already warned you more than once tonight about dawdling, hadn’t I?”

 

I nodded to both questions.  “But please don't spank me, Daddy, I'll get right in bed now, pleeease?” I begged.

 

“Yes, you will -- right after your spanking.  You misbehaved and now you are going to have to take the consequences.  Come here, Samantha,” Daddy said, as he sat on my bed.

 

“But...” I tried, not moving.

 

“But what? I said, come here,” Daddy repeated a little more impatiently.

 

I walked over to where Daddy was sitting, very slowly.  “But I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it!” I cried.

 

But Daddy shook his head.  “Samantha, I'm afraid that isn't good enough.  I told you to get ready for bed, and you whined and complained and dawdled picking up.  I sent you up to get ready, and you read a book.  I told you that was your last warning, and you played with the soap and made a mess.  You have earned a spanking, young lady, and you are getting one.”

 

With that, Daddy pulled down my pajama bottoms and my panties and lifted me over his lap.  What could I say?  Nothing.  Besides, there was no time.  Daddy started my spanking, thankfully with just his hand.  {smack}  {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} 

 

“Owwwww!” I cried.

 

{smack} “You will not {smack} dawdle around {smack} when I have told you {smack} to get ready for bed. {smack} {smack} You will not {smack} {smack}  play with the {smack} soap.” {smack} 

 

“Owww, okaaaaaay, Daddddddddy!” I cried, kicking a little.  Daddy sure did know how to light a fire on my bottom.

 

{smack} {smack} “You know {smack} what to do {smack} at bedtime, {smack} Samantha, {smack} and I expect you {smack} to behave.” {smack} {smack} 

 

I was crying pretty hard now.  “Yes, sir,” I managed to say.

 

{smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} “All right, little one, your spanking is over.”

 

Daddy helped me stand up.  I rubbed my bottom and danced around a bit.  Then Daddy reached down and helped me up with my bottoms.  He pulled me to him for a hug.  I hugged him back real tight and cried into his chest.

 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I sobbed.

 

“I know you are, little one.  I forgive you, and I love you and I always will,” Daddy said smiling and wiping at my tears.

 

“I love you, too, Daddy.  But Daddy?  Do I gotta go to bed?  I'm not tired yet.”  I probably knew better than to ask that question, especially after a spanking, but I just didn’t know when to quit.

 

“Yes, little one, it is well past bedtime and you have to go to bed.  You will be asleep before long, and if you stay up you will be very tired and cranky tomorrow, and that is no fun for anyone.”

 

I picked up the book I had been looking at earlier and held it out to Daddy.  “Will you at least read me this story, Daddy?”  I then crawled into bed, pulled the covers up around me, and settled down to listen.

 

Daddy took the book from me and sighed.  “All right, I will.”  He sat down next to me and read the book.  I made comments from time to time and even took a few turns reading some pages.  When Daddy finished the story, he put the book back on my shelf.  He leaned down and kissed my forehead.  “Now it is sleepy-bye time.”

 

I licked my lips and looked up.  “Daddy? I'm thirsty.  Can I get a drink of water?” I asked.

 

“All right, just one drink, but only a small one, and this is the last thing you get up for, understand?” Daddy said, a little impatiently, I might add.

 

I nodded.  “Yes, Daddy.”  I got up and went into the bathroom.  I poured some water and stood there drinking it.

 

“Come on, little one, time for bed,” Daddy called.

 

“Coming, Daddy!” I said.  I came back carrying the cup of water, and placed it on the night table. 

 

“All right, climb in, little one, and I will tuck you in.”

 

I stood by the side of the bed.  “Daddy?”

 

Daddy took a deep breath before he answered me.  “What, little one?”

 

“My head hurts.  Can I have some Tylenol?”

 

Daddy pointed to my bed.  “All right, climb in, and I will get you some.”

 

I climbed in.  But when Daddy didn’t come back right away, I got up and started playing with my Legos on the floor.  When he came back, he roared like a lion.  “Samantha, do you remember me telling you that playtime was over and to get in bed?  Did you think I didn't mean it, young lady?  Wasn't one spanking enough for tonight?”

 

Boy, what was wrong with him?!  “I was just waiting for you to get back,” I whined, pushing the Legos under the bed and getting back into it.

 

“Samantha, is that how you talk to me, or to anyone?”

 

 I shook my head.  “No, sir, I sorry,” I said.

 

“Try to remember, Samantha.  You are out of last chances.  Here is your children's Tylenol,” Daddy said, handing me a tablet.  

 

I took it and looked at it.  Then I put it in my mouth and chewed it.  Yuck.  “I need water again,” I said, starting to get up. 

 

Daddy gently pushed me back down.  “Samantha, the cup is right here,” he said, pointing to the night table.

 

“Oh, right,” I said, leaning over and taking a sip of water.  “I gotta go potty again, Daddy.” 

 

Daddy sighed as he watched me run back to the bathroom.  I don’t know what his problem was.  After I finished, I came back and climbed back into bed.  Again.  Daddy leaned down to tuck me in again when I said, “I'm still not sleepy, Daddy.  Can I come downstairs with you and watch a lil TV?”

 

“No, little one, it is bedtime.  Now lie down and soon you will be sleepy.”

 

I lay down.  This time Daddy was able to tuck me in.  He left the room and I tried to close my eyes.  Nothing happened.  I decided to go down and tell Daddy.  He looked up from his newspaper.  “What are you doing up, young lady?”

 

“I can’t sleep, Daddy,” I answered. 

 

“Little one, you haven't tried.  Now back to bed with you, scoot.  If you want I will bring up a very little cup of warm milk to help you sleep, but that is the very last thing you get tonight, and I don't want to see you up again unless there is an emergency, is that clear?”

 

I nodded.  “Yes, sir.”

 

I went back up to bed.  Daddy came in with the warm milk a few minutes later and I drank it down.  As he was about to leave my room again, I sat up and asked, “Daddy? Will you rub my back til I fall asleep?”

 

“Well, just for a minute or two,” he said.  He rubbed my back until he thought I was drifting off.  Then he got up, turned off the light, switched on my nightlight and left the room, leaving the door open a crack. 

 

Hmmm, I thought I had fallen asleep too.  Well, I had sorta.  A bit later, I jumped out of bed and ran screaming and crying down the stairs.  “DADDDDDY!”

 

He must have been alarmed by my tone, cuz Daddy shot up out of his chair and said, “What is it, little one?”

 

“Dadddy, I had a badddd dream!” I cried.

 

Daddy put his arm around me and led me back upstairs.  “I see.  Well, don't worry, it was just a dream; it can't hurt you,” he said, picking me up and depositing me back into bed.  “Now go back to sleep.  Don't worry; Daddy is here, and you are all safe and snug, no bad dream or monster can ever hurt you here.”

 

But that did little to soothe me.  I cried, “I scared, Daddy, hold me!”

 

Daddy leaned down and hugged me hard.  “What are you scared of, little one?” 

 

I clung to him and cried, “I just don't want you to go, Daddy.”  I took a few deep breaths and managed to breathe slowly.

 

Daddy looked down at me.  “Little one, Daddy will be right downstairs or in the other room.  Now it is time for me to go and for you to sleep.  Come on, there is nothing to be scared of.  If you want we can talk about your dream in the morning.”

 

I nodded and said, “Okay, Daddy.”  I let him tuck me in for the upteenth time that night.  Then he left the room.  I lay there for a while, but then remembered something.  I got up and peeked my head out the door.  “Daddy?” I whispered.

 

Daddy appeared and said, “What is it, Samantha? It is long past time for you to be asleep.”

 

“Ummm, I can't find my teddy bear, Daddy.  I've looked everywhere.”

 

Sighing, Daddy said, “You should have looked sooner, Samantha.  But, hmmm, I think I saw it downstairs.”

 

Yep, soon enough Daddy reappeared in my doorway, teddy bear in hand.  He came over to me where I was standing by my bed, handed me the bear and said, “Here.  Now go to sleep.  You are not to get up again, unless there is a big problem, understand?”  As he said that, he turned me around and swatted my behind once. {swat}

 

“Owwww, Daddy!” I said as I got back into bed.  But a few minutes later, I was out again.  “Daddy, I just remembered something.”

 

I think Daddy was getting pretty angry.  “What is it, Samantha?” he barked.

 

“I don't think I did my homework,” I said simply.

 

“Well it is too late to do it now.  You can work on it in the morning, but if you didn't do it, you will just have to tell your teacher that and take the consequences in school, and here tomorrow.  Now back to bed, young lady.”  This time Daddy turned me around and gave my bottom three swats.  You’d think I would have gotten the message by then.

 

“Owwww, okaaaay, Daddy.”

 

Half an hour later, Daddy came to check on me.  I had been real quiet.  He probably thought I had fallen asleep.  And if I had been smart, I would have.  But no, when he came in, he found me under the blankets, with a flashlight, doing my homework.

 

He was realllll mad, and I can’t say I blamed him.  If I had been my parent, I think I would have killed me by now.  “Samantha, I told you it was bedtime. Homework gets done in the afternoon, before playtime.  I have had it with you tonight, young lady.”

 

Daddy turned on my light, took the flashlight and my homework away.  He put them on my desk and reached for my hairbrush which was on my dresser.  He then came back over and sat down on my bed.  I think I had an idea what was gonna happen then.

 

I looked at him and started to protest.  “No, Daddy, please.  I only wanted to be a good student.  Please don't spank me again.” 

 

Daddy gave me a look that told me he had taken all he was going to take.  I was unhappy but I went to him the second he called me.  I knew he was going to punish me at this point, no matter what I did.

 

“I'm sorry, Daddy,” I tried.

 

“You should be, young lady.  If you wanted to be a good student you would have done your homework long before this,” Daddy said as he took my bottoms off for the second time that night, and put me over his lap.  He began to paddle me with the hairbrush.

{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}

 

I started to cry almost immediately.  As it was, I had gotten several swats, and this was also on top of a hand spanking a few hours before.  “Owwwww, I'm sorrrrrrrry, DADDDDDDDDDY!” I cried.

 

{Crack}{Crack} “You will {Crack} go to bed {Crack} at bedtime, {Crack} young lady. {Crack}{Crack} You will do your homework {Crack} in the afternoon {Crack}{Crack} before playtime. {Crack} Tomorrow you will come straight home. {Crack} You are grounded after school {Crack} tomorrow.” {Crack}{Crack}

 

Sniffling, I said, “Owwwwwwww, yes, Daddddy, waaaaaaaaaah!”

 

{Crack}{Crack} “I am not happy with you, {Crack} Samantha Karen. {Crack} I hope that tomorrow {Crack}{Crack} you will behave better. {Crack}{Crack} {Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack} All right, your spanking is over, little one.”

 

Daddy helped me stand up, yet again.  I rubbed my very sore bottom and tried to wipe at my tears.  Daddy gave me a big hug and lifted me back into bed.  He thoughtfully laid me on my side. 

 

“Now it is bedtime, for good,” he said, tenderly.

 

“Yes, Daddy.  I'm sorry, Dadddddyyyy,” I sobbed.  It was going to take me a longer time to recover after that paddling.  “Do you still love me?” I asked in a very little voice.

 

Daddy leaned down and kissed my cheek and hugged me again.  “Oh yes, little one.  I forgive you, and I love you, and I always will, no matter what.  I promise that.  Now go to sleep, little one, before you get in any more trouble tonight.”

 

But this time I was smart and shook my head.  “I won't, Daddy, not me.  I'm going right to sleep now.”

 

And I did.  I squeezed my teddy bear tight, put my head on the pillow, and closed my eyes.  It had been a very long tucking in.

 

zzzzzzzzzzzz

 

The end.