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by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
I had a fun weekend visiting Steven and Meg in New York City.
There were a lot of firsts for me this time, including my first
drive through Manhattan at night time, and going through the Lincoln
tunnel. Uncle Herbie had to make one little U turn, but other
than that, I did pretty good navigating us where we had to go.
We went bowling too, and I watched Steven bowl a fantastic 255
game. I actually bowled pretty well with my new bright yellow
tweety bird ball. Daddy kept reminding me to show my sharp teeth
to the pins and reminded me to growl and snarl, and he kept me
concentrating on my game - and I actually bowled a 105 - my highest
game with my new ball. He also gave me some pointers on my approach,
and gave me swats on my bottom after a couple of gutterballs (on
a spare!! - Cripes!!) but I feel like soon I will be bowling like
a very good girl for MY Daddy!
We traveled between Steven's place and Meg's place, so I am learning
my way around New York and Long Island. (yeah right) I got to
watch the Islander's on TV at Daddy's house, and Meg made us chicken
wings and little hot dogs to snack on. It was GREAT and only made
greater, because the Islanders won against the Thrashers. (4-1
woo hoo)
I knew Daddy was going to punish me at some point this weekend
as our good friend Bare Ass Ter suggested. For some odd reason
Daddy respects Bare Ass Ter's thoughts on discipline - even when
I tattled to Daddy that one time Bare Ass Ter said my daddy was
"slow" to me in a private email. Daddy just laughed about that,
and said Bare Ass Ter is just remembering the good old days, when
he and Daddy use to be old flaming buddies on the Newsgroup. :)
Still, nothing ever goes as I plan it. Basically, Mr B's evil
suggestions were hanging over my head, and I think it made me
a wee bit nervous. On Saturday, while visiting Daddy's apartment,
and using his bathroom, I noticed that I had some marks in my
panties. I am usually a very clean girl, but for some odd reason
I had these little stains in my bright white cotton panties. I
wasn't too worried though, and didn't bother cleaning up or changing
my panties, figuring I would be safe until we got back to Meg's
place.
Unfortunately, Daddy had been drinking coffee, and drug me unexpectedly
into his bedroom to give me an OTK panty warming with his hand.
I knew my panties were not clean, so when it came time for them
to come down, I didn't have to do any acting when I begged for
my panties to remain up. When they first came down, Daddy didn't
seem to notice, so I was sort of glad they were bunched under
my cheeks. Then - he did it - I felt his hands inspecting my panties,
and I heard his intake of breath.
Daddy didn't punish me for the skid marks then. He said he wanted
to wait till we got back to Meg's house, so the punishment could
last for hours...and hours. :( Daddy made me go into the living
room and tell Meg and Uncle Herbie about my dirty panties, and
he allowed me to change, but told me to keep those panties around
for later.
On the drive back to Meg's house, Daddy kept telling me how disappointed
he was in me. (he seemed pretty happy if you ask me) He was singing
along to the radio, and making up very mean words to the songs.
:( I kept trying to change the subject, but then of course Meg
and Uncle Herbie wanted details, and kept snickering - it was
horrible!
When we got back to Meg's place, Uncle Herbie and Meg went out
shopping and left Daddy and I in charge of the meatloaf that was
in the oven. Daddy said that he would take care of all the loaves
- both the meat loaf, and the loaf that was obviously stuck in
Julie. OO!
I got dressed in my school clothes, and Daddy started out by giving
me a daddy lecture in the living room. Then he took my hand, and
led me down the hall to my bedroom - where I ended up getting
taken over the knee for a bottom warming. Daddy took my temperature
too, and told me if the thermometer wasn't clean (which we both
knew it wouldn't be ) I was going to get punished.
Daddy kept making me admit what a naughty dirty little girl I
was, and how I could only expect to be treated like a very little
girl, because I had made skid marks in my panties. He also said
that my dirty bottom hole was his property, and he was going to
make certain I learned my lesson.
The thermometer finally came out, and Daddy - who is never wrong
- was right once more, that I was packing. :( UGH, it's hard to
even write this. Daddy even took a picture of me holding the thermometer
and my dirty panties to send to Mr B. Then he gave me a hard spanking
over his knee while I held my dirty panties. I then had to get
on my knees on the bed, and spread my bummy cheeks with my own
hands and get my bottom hole stung with the loopy. I was really
begging during this part, because I hate the sting of the loopy.
It hurts really bad just on normal skin, but on the hiney hole
- well it's enough to have you jumping out a window! Daddy was
able to get a number of good shots right on Julie, and I think
he was pleased with the results, and the bright red loopy marks
up and down my crack, and snapped another picture. :(
Daddy then got me all settled on the bed, with the number 13 hairbrush
laying next to my face to remind me that later that night I was
still going to get my nightly bedtime spanking. He also told me
how after my warm soapy enema, I was not going to be allowed to
wipe, and I was going to get the wooden spoon on my dirty smelly
bottom.
So, there I was - laying on the bed, on my belly, school skirt
lifted, panties down, my bottom tingling from the spanking and
loopy, the hairbrush near my head, and the sound of running water
coming from the bathroom. At this point....
... I was in absolute heaven. As some people who know me fairly
well are aware, when I fantasize about spanking (ever since I
was a very little girl) and the fantasy becomes very real, and
I get very excited, I sneeze. Yep- I don't have a cold, I don't
feel sick, I just - sneeze, because I feel PUNISHED. It's anticipation,
excitement, fear, spanko lust and is one of the mysteries about
myself that I just accept - and, as I lay there on the bed, waiting
for my daddy to return, I sneezed five times. It was great. :)
When Daddy came back, I told him I had been sneezing, and he smiled.
It's sort of like telling Daddy that he won an academy award.
:)
So then, the scene continued, and Daddy gave me my VERY warm soapy
enema. It was one of those enema's I wasn't going to be able to
hold long, because I was so full! Daddy gave me a few cane strokes
after I was filled up, but it didn't take long for me to reach
the point of having severe cramps - so Daddy gave permission for
me to run to the potty.
The enema went well - yeesh, and afterwards, even though I begged
for a nice warm bath, or at least some toilet paper - Daddy said
no. He took my hand and drug me back across his knee.
I have been spanked on a dirty bottom with the wooden spoon about
three or four times. Each time, I am always shocked at just how
BAD it is. The wooden spoon that Daddy has is huge, and he generally
saves it just for this punishment. It hurts worse than anything
I can imagine. It does something to me that is hard to describe.
I guess, what it does to me, is make me feel very small, helpless
and passive. Once I get this punishment, I am basically Daddy's
good girl for a very very long time. It puts me in a frame of
mind, where simply looking at Daddy, or touching his hand, reminds
me that Daddy owns my bottom, spanks me, and punishes me and takes
care of me - and that keeps me in a continuous state of arousal.
When it was over, I ran to the bathroom, horrified, and sat on
the potty, waiting for permission to get a nice warm bath. Daddy
said I could, and I finally smiled. :)
Daddy helped wash me, and made sure I did a good job, and then
I got tushy cream. It was a happy, clean, good girl, who sat carefully
down to eat Meg's yummy meat loaf.
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