She stared at the colorful pictures on the wall. Everything from indecipherable squiggles to ducks, flowers, and boats. She had boats and ducks in the water with her as well; very dangerous ducks in fact. Just only a few minutes before a yellow rubber duck had sunk her little floating sailboat. Out of all her toys and paints, what she liked the most were the words spelling out, “I love my Daddy,” written in giant letters on the tiles.

“Sweetheart, time to get out of the bath.” Like always, the words she least wanted to hear were said too soon.

With a sigh she stood up to let him rinse off the remaining soap and wrap a large, fluffy towel around her. It was deliciously soft, and it was nice knowing she had him to help her. Somewhat dripping she stood in the bathroom, turning her head to watch the ducks and boats sink with the water level, her earlier sunken boat resurfacing. Becoming bored she walked into her room with him right behind her.

“Come on, Sweetie, let’s get you into your pjs and into bed, “ he suggested.

“But it’s still early,” she complained, looking at the clock on the wall.

“I know, but you’re tired. You’ve had a long day,” he replied patiently.

“No,” she whined. “I’m not tired.”

The swat that came caught her unprepared. Luckily her towel absorbed all of it but she tacitly understood the meaning behind it.

“What did I say about saying no to Daddy?” he asked sternly while holding firmly onto her arm.

“Don’t do that!” Moving her hands back in the direction of her bottom she brushed his out of the way.

She immediately recognized her mistake when he reached out to grab a hold of her again. This time he was not so nice, pulling up her towel to land several hard whacks to her now uncovered bottom.

“Ow!” Her automatic response was to let out a startled cry while trying to jump away.

“You better start behaving right now.” He let go of her to cross his arms across his chest.

Now smarting from the previous minute she decided not to push him. Although feeling a bit mad at her indignant treatment she merely sat on her bed. Without a word she watched him go to her dresser to pick out a pair of pajamas.

“I don’t want to wear those.”

“Well, how about these?” he asked, willing to give her a little leeway.

“No, not those either,” she pouted.

“Well, which one then?”

There was a silence as she remained motionless on her bed. She could feel his eyes on her.

His words came out even and slow in a simple ominous question. “Do you want to have your bottom spanked?”

Without much to say and definitely not wanting what he had threatened she shook her head. Her voice came out in a whisper. “No, Daddy.”

Unable to meet his eyes she found her comforter unusually fascinating. After hearing another drawer open she saw his feet in front f her. Without looking at him she allowed him to take her spot on the bed and pull her between his knees. Despite feeling irritated she allowed him to exchange her towel for her favorite printed frog pajamas and lime green panties.

He stood up to pull back her comforter for her. “Okay, baby, time for bed.”

With those words she felt her earlier frustration rise up again. Taking a step away, she exclaimed, “I’m not a baby! This isn’t fair! It’s too early for bed!”

The warning in his voice was unmistakable. “Get in bed. Tired little girls get cranky, and cranky girls get their bottom warmed. Is that what you want?”

Irrationally furious she shrieked, “I’m not tired or cranky!”

Before she could utter a single world of protest she found herself pulled over his lap, his hand repetitively connecting with her behind. Shocked at first she could only manage to make whimpering sounds. Feeling her bottom grow hotter and hotter she threw a hand back to try and stop him.

“Daddy, no! Stop! I’m sorry," she cried, her feet kicking in the air.

“What did Daddy say happens to cranky little girls? Didn’t I warn you that fresh little girls get their bottoms spanked?” he lectured as he continuously spanked her.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it,” she apologized. Her bottom felt as if it were burning beneath her panties and pajama pants.

Finally he left her up. Unfortunately for her he did not intend for her spanking to be over so quickly. Instead, he sent her to stand in one of her bedroom corners, landing a harsh whack when she hesitated momentarily.

Standing in the corner, she felt silly. Her temper was constantly getting her in trouble, and this time was no exception. It seemed as though her bottom was expanding with the heat it seemed to be generating. Scared to see how he would react if she rubbed, she attempted to think about other things to take her mind off her smarting backside. With nothing but an empty corner to look at, she sighed, feeling sorry for herself. While the pain in her backside kept her preoccupied, after several minutes of dull, interrupting staring she began to fidget. She could not help but let out another embarrassing shriek as his hand once again met her behind.

“I hope you’re thinking about why you’re standing there in that corner,” he said.

After what seemed like an eternity he called her out. Turning around she walked over to where he sat on the bed. Her face flushed scarlet as he pulled her pajama bottoms down to her knees.

“Daddy, no, I’m sorry. I’ll get into bed right now,” she pleaded while lightly stamping her feet in a little anxiety dance.

Instead of receiving a verbal answer she found herself becoming very familiar with the carpet once again. Expecting it, but not quite prepared for it, his hand stung more over her cotton panties than it had over her pajamas. She was sure she had to be completely red by this time, her bottom feeling as if it were on fire.

“Are you going to do what I tell you?” he questioned, letting his hand rest on her back.

Feeling flushed she barely managed to squeak out a yes. It was only a second before his fell again.

“No, Daddy, no!” she begged.

“Next time you think about being bratty and disrespectful think twice before you do it.” With those words he stuck his fingers in the waistband of her panties to yank them down.

“Daddy!” she squealed. She threw back her hand in a final attempt to stop him but he merely took hold of it and pinned it to her back.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it,” he said, punctuating each word with his hand.

She sucked in and held her breathe for a second.

“Understand?” he pressed.

“Yes,” she cried, kicking her legs. Her vision began to blur as her eyes began to fill with tears.

“Are you going to throw tantrums with Daddy?”

“I won’t, I won’t, I won’t. I promise I won’t.” she pleaded desperately.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she wailed.

With her answer he ceased asking her questions, now concentrating on teaching her a lesson in proper little girl behavior. The only sounds that were heard were the ones of a very contrite girl and the loud and harsh sounds of his hand colliding with her bare bottom. Due to her desperate kicking her pants and panties now lay in a puddle on the floor.

And then it was done. Lifting a sobbing girl to her feet he said, “Go stand in the corner.”

Her bottom throbbing she did not dare argue. Wiping the tears from her cheeks she stumbled over to the familiar corner. After five minutes she heard him call out, “Are you ready to behave now?”

“Yes,” she said through her tears.

“Alright, honey, come here.”

Not needing another second she turned instantly to fling herself into his arms. Sitting on his lap, she threw her arms around him in a hug.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she apologized, her tears producing a soaked spot on his shirt.

“Shhh,” he whispered, gently smoothing the hair out of her face. “Let’s get you into bed.”

This time she did as she was told.