Supergirl

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

It was a rainy day, which usually means I gotta stay inside, but since it wasn’t raining too hard, I decided to go out and play in it anyway. I asked Daddy for permission to go out, but is it my fault if he didn’t look out the window and see that it was raining? I think not.

It was real fun for a while. I splashed through all the puddles in my yard. I gotta stay in the yard cuz it’s a no-no to leave the gate. I’ve found this out countless times, the hard way. You know all about that, don’t you?

After I had run through all the puddles and shaken the trees and made it rain on me, I gotted bored, so I went back inside. “Daddy! I’m back in, can I have a soda?” I yelled into the den where Daddy was. I was gonna join him there in a minute to watch some television.

You shoulda seen Daddy’s face, though, when he got to the kitchen. I was standing in the open refrigerator door, looking for something to munch on. I looked up and saw it. I wanted to laugh, but it was not a laughing matter. He looked very unhappy.

“Samantha!” he shouted. “Look at this mess!”

I looked to where he was pointing. Ooops. I saw a trail of muddy footprints across the kitchen from the front door. I also saw muddy hand prints on several surfaces including the fridge door. “Take your shoes of right now before it gets any worse.”

“Oooops!” I said, sitting on the floor to take off my shoes. I looked up at Daddy. He was standing over me with his hands on his hips. “Does that mean I can't have a soda?” I asked innocently.

“Well, we have a few other things to deal with first,” he said, lifting me to my feet. He led me over to the sink, wet a paper towel and wiped my hands with it.

“Now how did you get so muddy, Samantha?”

I looked at Daddy like he was stupid, but of course, I didn’t say that word. That would have been a no-no too. “It’s raining outside, Daddy.” When his eyebrows went up, I said, “But only a little.”

“And did you ask me about going outside in the rain? No, you didn't or I would have made sure you were wearing your boots and raincoat. I am not happy about this, Samantha Karen.”

“Well I did ask you if I could go outside, Daddy.”

“Yes, Samantha, but you neglected to tell me it was raining,” he said.

Gee, was that my fault? I thought to myself. He’s a big daddy; he should know whether it’s raining or not. But I guess I shouldn’t point that out right now. He already looked a tad upset.

I looked down. “But Daddy, it was funnnn!” I whined.

”Would it have been less fun if you had asked? Well I hope it was a lot of fun, because you will spend some time in your room this afternoon, young lady, after we clean you up in the bathroom. Let’s go!” Daddy said.

“Daddy, I not want a time out!” I cried.

“Samantha, you have earned one. Now will you cooperate, or go to your room with a hot bottom?”

Now I did not want a spanking. I took Daddy’s hand and he led me out of the kitchen, stooping to pick up my muddy shoes along the way.

“Aren't you supposed to wipe your shoes when you come in, or take them off if they are very dirty, Samantha?”

I nodded and said, “Ummm, yeah, I guess so.” I was starting to think I was in way big trouble. I was not happy.

Daddy ended up giving me a full-fledged bath. It was fun. I played with my boats while he shampooed my hair and washed the mud off my body. He couldn’t understand how I got mud everywhere. I didn’t tell him about the mud angels I tried to make.

He dried me off with the big Supergirl towel I had just gotten. “Now do you need me to help you get dressed or are you going to do it yourself?” Daddy asked.

“I can do it myself,” I said reluctantly. If I hadda be in my room for a while, I wanted to do stuff besides clean or do homework.

“Okay, I will come to check on you in half an hour. You can work on homework, or quiet coloring, or reading, Samantha. I do not want to come back and see toys everywhere. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I said quietly.

Daddy took the towel from me and went to hang it up in the bathroom. I intended on getting dressed; I really did. But then I gotted a good idea. I snuck back into the bathroom, took the towel down and tied it around my neck. It was one of those really big long towels so I still had cape room.

I got up on my bed and jumped off, flying around my room. I looked down and I was still naked. I giggled. I contemplated putting on panties, but then decided Supergirl didn’t need no panties.

It would have been way fun for a really long time, if a certain Daddyman hadn’t come back.

“Samantha Karen, what are you doing? And where are your clothes?” he shouted, coming back into my room. He grabbed the towel off of me and turned me around. He gave me two hard smacks to my bare bottom. “And you know that jumping off the bed is not permitted, young lady.”

“Owww, Daddy. I just didn't get dressed yet. Besides, Supergirl needs something high to get her flying. Everyone knows that!” I said in a slightly impatient voice. I mean, come on!

“Don’t use that tone with me. You are trying my patience today, young lady. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“I wasn’t doing nothing wrong,” I said, pouting.

Daddy said, “You broke the rules about jumping on the bed, whether you were playing or not. I think you need a reminder about behaving yourself.”

Daddy sat on the bed and motioned me over. But I wasn’t in the mood for a lecture or a spanking. I looked at Daddy, and put my hands on my hips. I stood there, mocking him. “I not need no reminder ‘bout nuffin!” I said, turning away. “Hmmph!” I added.

“Samantha Karen, you are already in enough trouble for one afternoon. If you aren't over here before I count to five, you will be a very sorry little girl indeed. One... two...”

I was feeling very defiant. “Ten, fifty, ninety-five. You count good, Daddy, I said, going nearer to him. But before he could grab me, I stood up on the bed again and flew off yelling, “Wheeeeee!”

“That does it!” Daddy scolded, coming after me. I took off and he chased me around my room and down the hall. He grabbed me and carried me back to my room. “You were in for just a spanking, but that just earned you a good paddling.”

Daddy picked up my hairbrush off my nightstand, dragged me back over to the bed, sat down, and put me right over his lap before you could say, “Jiminy Cricket.” I was still naked so he didn’t have to pull down any bottoms. He went right to work on my naughty behind.

{Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}

Now that stung. I yelled, “Owwwwwwwww, I sorry, Daddy.” I wasn’t really sorry, at least not yet. I started wiggling and squirming trying to get away, but Daddy kept swinging that darned brush.

{Crack!}{Crack!} “When I tell you {Crack!} to do something, {Crack!} I expect you to obey me, {Crack!} not sass me, {Crack!}{Crack!} young lady.” {Crack!}{Crack!}

“Owwwwwwwww, yeeeeeesiiiiirrrrrrrrr!” I cried. Man, this was not looking good for my rear.

{Crack!}{Crack!} Daddy continued to scold me, “And there will be NO {Crack!} *jumping* {Crack!} off beds {Crack!} or anywhere in the house. {Crack!}{Crack!} I expect you {Crack!} to behave better than this. {Crack!} You are big enough to know {Crack!} better, Samantha Karen.” {Crack!}

“Owwwwwwwww, okaaaaaaaaaaay, pleeeeeeeeease stopppppppppp Dadddddddddddy, I'm sorrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy!” I cried, really meaning it this time. Of course, I would have promised the world just then if he had just stopped this awful spanking.

{Crack!}{Crack!} “Do you think {Crack!}{Crack!} you can behave yourself now, {Crack!} young lady?” {Crack!}

“Owwwwwwwww, yes, Daddy, I sorry!” I cried.

{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!} “All right, little one, your spanking is over. I forgive you, but I expect you to shape up, today, understand?”

I nodded as I sobbed. Daddy lifted me up and held me close to him and rubbed my back and my bottom. He squeezed tight. I held on for dear life. “There, there, little one, it’s all over. And please remember that no matter what, Daddy always loves you.”

“I love you, too, Daddy,” I said, sobbing.

Daddy got a tissue and held it up to my nose. “Blow,” he ordered.

I blew my nose and Daddy held me and cuddled me for a few more minutes.

“Now let’s get you dressed. Go to your dresser and bring me your panties,” he said. I could dress myself, but I think Daddy wanted to make sure it happened this time.

I went and picked out a pair of panties that said, “Saturday” on them and brought them to him. He held them open as I stepped in, and then Daddy pulled them up. I then brought over a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, which Daddy also helped me into. I put the socks on by myself. I didn’t like it when someone else did it, or it tickled too much.

“Do you need a nap or can you play quietly for a bit?”

“I not want a nap, Daddy,” I said.

“Okay, you can color or do homework or read, same as before. I know this time I won’t find you jumping on the bed, right, little one?”

I nodded as Daddy slipped out of the room. I wasn’t stupid; I wasn’t gonna do that again. Course, I should have known better than to do what I did. But my room was so boring. I took out my markers and decided to make a mural on the wall. I would make it pretty and Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t have to spend a fortune on redecorating.

I was so into my mural that I didn’t hear Daddy coming up the stairs. When I realized he was opening my door, though, I slid a chair in front of my artwork. I dropped my markers and said, “Uh, hi Daddy.”

“Hello, little one. I see you have your markers out. What are you coloring?”

“Uh, nothing yet, Daddy. I was looking for some paper,” I said distractedly. I hoped Daddy didn’t see my picture. It wasn’t finished yet.

Daddy came closer then and said, “Well, if you ask nicely I would get you some from the craft room. Now, hmmm, this chair doesn't belong here, let me,” Daddy said about to move the chair away from the wall. Before I could stop him, though, he did it, saw my picture, and exclaimed, “Samantha Karen!”

I looked at it, thinking it looked rather nice. I had made a huge mural of Supergirl flying over my house, with the flowers in the backyard that Mommy planted, and I was just starting on the park around the corner when Daddy came in.

But Daddy was staring at me now, expecting me to say something. “Well, Daddy, that wall looked ugly.”

“Samantha, haven't we discussed coloring on the wall before? Markers are only for paper, not for the wall or anything else, right? If you want the wall painted or changed, talk to me or mommy and we'll see. You knew better than this. What in the world were you thinking of, young lady?” he asked, as he licked his finger and rubbed at the marker on the wall. I think he was gonna need more than spit to get my beautiful picture off.

I looked down and mumbled, “I dunno, Daddy. You're mad at me, huh?” I asked dejectedly. “I only wanted to make my room look nice.”

“I am upset that you colored on the wall, particularly when you knew better than this. I am also upset that you lied when I asked you where you were coloring. You are in trouble again, young lady. Do you have anything to say before your spanking?”

”I gotta have another spanking, Daddy? But you spanked me so hard before; can't you just add that in?” I asked sort of seriously. I could be cute when I wanted to be. Although I don’t think this was the right time for cute.

“That was for what you did before, and I had hoped you would behave for the rest of the day. But you acted naughty again, so you get spanked again. Come here, Samantha,” Daddy said sternly.

I was completely distraught. No matter what I did, I was always in trouble. I walked over to Daddy slowly, bent over and put my head in his lap. Then I started to sob.

Daddy leaned over me and whispered, “I'm sorry, Samantha, but when you act up, you get punished to remind you to behave better.” I looked up at him, tears slowly moving down my face.

Daddy seemed to take pity on me and said, “Since you have already had one hard spanking, I’ll just use my hand this time.” See, he wouldn’t not spank me, but he would forego the hairbrush or ruler. I guessed he could be a real softie, sometimes.

Daddy lowered my pants and panties and put me over his lap for the second time that day. He raised his hand up in the air and brought it down on my backside.

{Smack}{Smack}{Smack}{Smack}{Smack}{Smack}{Smack}{Smack}

I kicked and screamed bloody murder. Two spankings in one day sure did hurt. “Owwwwwwwwwwww, Dadddddddddy!” I cried.

{Smack}{Smack} “You know better {Smack} than to color {Smack} on the wall, {Smack} young lady. {Smack}{Smack} And you must {Smack} not {Smack} lie to me. {Smack}{Smack} Lying is never {Smack} acceptable, {Smack} Samantha Karen.” {Smack}{Smack}

“Owww, yes, Daddy, I sorry!” I cried.

{Smack}{Smack} “I should hope so {Smack} and I hope this can be {Smack} the last spanking for a while. {Smack}{Smack} I like it much better {Smack} when you behave.”

I had nothing to say but “sorry” so I said it again and lay there sobbing, hoping it would all be over soon.

Daddy finished up then. Thank goodness. {Smack}{Smack}{Smack}{Smack}{Smack}{Smack} “All right, little one, your spanking is over, and I forgive you.”

Daddy helped me up and took me in his arms and held me as I cried over his shoulder. “Do you still love me, Daddy?”

“Oh yes, little one. I love you very much and I always will, no matter what,” he assured me.

“Promise, Daddy?”

“I promise with all my heart, little one. I don't like to spank you, but it is one way that I help you learn how to behave.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I said quietly, yawning.

Daddy rubbed my backside a bit more before pulling up my bottoms gently. Then he pulled back my covers and tucked me into my bed. “I think this time you need a nap, little one.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said sleepily.

“And when you wake up, you and I will work at cleaning off that wall.”

I had almost fallen asleep, but when I heard the words “work” and “cleaning” I looked back up at Daddy. “But I like my mural,” I said, pouting.

“Samantha, I think we’ve had enough defiance for one day. Maybe it’s time Mommy and I let you pick out some wallpaper. Or you can make a mural on poster paper and we can hang it up. That’s a discussion for a later time. Right now, you need to take a nap. And later you will help me clean your wall. No more talking, close your eyes,” Daddy said, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead.

Instead of saying, “Yes, Daddy,” I just closed my eyes and fell asleep. I never even heard him tiptoe from the room. I dreamt I was Supergirl and I was allowed to do anything I wanted and never got in trouble. It was a wonderful dream.

The end.