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The Magazine
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
A funny thing happened about a week ago, a young teen type girl
magazine was delivered to my house, in my name. It was apparently
a free subscription, and why it came to me, addressed to me, I
have no idea! I had a lot of fun reading it aloud with my daughter
and the two of us used our valley voices and acted like spoiled
brat girlie-girls. We both giggled a lot over that magazine, and
"like totally" annoyed all the guys at our house by reading them
the articles. ::grin::
I started to wonder what would happen if "zoey" got a magazine
like that, and giggled about all this with Steven, and planned
to bring my new magazine along for our upcoming weekend together.
I also wrote this story to help set the scene. I think it's a
funny story, and it's a typical Daddy/zoey roleplay type sorta
story - so if you like that, and are over eighteen (or pretend
to be) ::cheesy grin:: - please continue.
:)
z
Zoey sat at the breakfast table, crunching on her wheat cereal
with her very sharp teeth and swinging her feet. Daddy was reading
the sports page aloud, and Zoey was listening. Zoey and Daddy
always discussed hockey at breakfast, and something else as well.
Daddy folded down the newspaper and sipped his coffee and then
said to his daughter Zoey. "Tell Daddy."
Zoey knew this would happen. It did every morning. Daddy always
asked about her doo doo hole, and whether or not she had gone
potty. Today was not going to be different than any other day.
Zoey was a well trained little girl, and only rarely would she
balk at answering her Daddy's inquiries. When she did, it typically
meant a trip over the knee, her temperature checked or something
even worse! Zoey stopped chewing, swallowed, and told Daddy exactly
want he wanted to hear, every detail of the time she spent in
the bathroom this morning.
Daddy smiled with his teeth at Zoey, took a bite of his toast,
lifted the newspaper back up, and started to read the financial
section quietly to himself.
Zoey squirmed in her chair, and picked up her magazine.
Zoey had been surprised yesterday when she got home from school
and had retrieved the mail. She figured the appearance of this
magazine in amongst the bills and sales circulars was a postman's
mistake. The only magazine her Daddy ever got was Perverted Parenting
Magazine and this didn't have the familiar PPM logo on the front
and the usual picture of a little girl or boy's naughty bare bottom
fresh from a spanking. On the cover of this magazine was a young
male movie star named David and he was the star in a TV show Zoey
had never seen before called 7th Heaven. The only TV shows her
Daddy wanted her to watch were hockey games, old movies with spankings
in them, The Sopranos, The Twilight Zone and of course the nightly
sports report.
Zoey was perplexed and looked at the address label to see who's
magazine this was. She was shocked to see her name and address.
There was a sticker on the magazine which said "Free One Year's
Subscription to Perky Teen Miss for YOU!"
Zoey had tucked the magazine into her backpack, and pushed the
button for the elevator.
Yesterday afternoon and evening, every chance she got, Zoey peeked
into her magazine. There were articles written by other girls
her age. There was an advice column and an interview with a girl
who had plastic surgery on her nose! There were hints about making
boys notice you, and makeup tips, instructions on buying a bra,
and a survey to find out if you were a good friend or a bad friend.
There was a horoscope too, and it told you if you were compatible
with someone you loved by filling in the birth dates in a chart.
Zoey found out that she and Daddy were very compatible but it
also said that Daddy needed to learn that Zoey's opinions counted
too. It suggested she talk to her loved one after a date of pizza
and a movie and make her feelings known.
Zoey mentioned her magazine to Daddy during dinner the night before,
and was going to express her feelings, when Daddy just smiled
and patted her on the head and said. "You are soooooo cute with
your little magazine. Will you hand daddy the remote control,
young lady? There's a good girl."
So Zoey had simply sat in the big arm chair, reading and taking
it all in, as Daddy watched the sports report. During her nightly
after the sports report spanking, Zoey complained extra hard that
she didn't want to have her panties tugged down. And she whined
extra long about having to fetch the # 13 hairbrush. Daddy just
took her temperature in her bummy hole, thinking that his little
girl might be getting a cold or becoming constipated.
So, this morning, when Zoey was eating her cereal and reading
about fashion tips, and spied the 35 dollar head band, along with
the directions on changing her hair style, Zoey stood up from
the table, marched over to her Daddy and showed him the picture.
"Look Daddy, isn't that a pretty headband? If I had one like that
it would make my hair easier to manage."
Daddy smiled at the picture and mentioned that he thought the
teenage girl modeling the headband looked very naughty, and he
wondered if her mother still used her hand on her bare bottom,
or if she had been graduated to the hairbrush yet.
Zoey sighed with exasperation.
"Daddy, I want one of these. If I had one of these the boys would
notice me! And another thing, my nose is funny looking, and I
need to get a push-up bra because my breasts are too small!"
Daddy choked on his coffee. He sputtered "Zoey you know very well
you aren't to use the B word around Daddy, proper little girls
do not talk about those ..those...things in the front, and you
know that makes Daddy cranky! And another thing, there is nothing
wrong with your sniffer, it's cute, and functions perfectly, and
besides, that headband looks just like the one that Uncle Herbie
bought you at the dollar store last week! Why do you need this
one?"
Zoey was about to stomp. Daddy was SO frustrating. He just had
no CLUE about what made a girl a good friend, or the importance
of sleepovers! She was considering writing to the advice column
about him. He certainly didn't understand a girl's mood swings,
and never even noticed that she plucked her eyebrows!
Daddy took a good long look at Zoey then, and realized her eyebrows
were missing.
"Zoey! Where did your eyebrows go?"
Zoey decided that noticing her plucked eyebrows was too little
to late for this relationship! She stomped and slammed the magazine
down on the breakfast table.
"That's it! I want this headband, I will not be denied the things
I need to make me popular with the boys!"
Daddy, who can be a wee bit slow at times catching on to things,
suddenly realized what was happening. The years of training, teaching
and molding his little girl had all started to unravel because
of this magazine!
Daddy took the magazine from Zoey's hand and flipped through it.
He saw advertisements for ladies monthly needs, and broke out
into a hot flash, and screamed in panic! But Daddy is no chicken
shit, he composed himself and continued flipping through the magazine.
He nodded and sighed and read about the nose job, and the eyebrow
plucking, and the slumber parties, and the hot boys, and the horoscopes.
Young lady, this publication is vanilla. Do you hear what your
Daddy is saying, Zoey? This magazine would turn you into a very
naughty girl with a smelly hiney hole, who would grow up and not
love her strict yet fair daddy anymore. You would be destined
to a life of staring up at the ceiling during sex! That isn't
what you want, is it?
Zoey burst into tears. She had never seen Daddy look this upset.
"No, Daddy no. I love my Daddy very vEry VERY much and would never
want to grow up and not be his little girl anymore! I want to
get spanked and have tushy cream and beef jerky and punishing
anal sex!"
"Good, now throw this magazine into the trash, and don't look
at it anymore, and bring me the #13. You need a long trip over
your Daddy's knee.
Zoey ran for the hairbrush and climbed across her daddy's knee.
She cried and cried as Daddy lifted her skirt and lowered her
panties. She kicked her feet when the hard wooden hairbrush blistered
her bottom cheeks and thighs. She squealed as Daddy splashed after
shave lotion on her red swollen bottom and finished up her spanking
with another volley of hairbrush swats.
When it was all over, and Zoey was sitting on her Daddy's lap,
having her hair petted and blowing her nose into a tissue, she
said "I am sorry Daddy. I don't want to ever see that stupid magazine
again!"
Daddy promised he would get her an Islander Hockey Yearbook to
read of her very own, and that she was going to get extra spankings
till her eyebrows grew back. Zoey sighed happily at this news,
and smiled with her very sharp choppers. What a lucky girl she
was!
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