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Naughty Girl Bits
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
When I was a very little girl and would do something naughty,
Daddy would pull me securely over his big lap, and tug down my
panties and spank my bottom till I kicked and struggled. Afterwards
he would hold me close to him, and I would cry, and he would pet
my hair and hug me tightly. He would say that the hiccups and
tears were the naughty girl bits of me floating away. That always
made me smile. I love my Daddy and my Daddy loves me.
When I got older, Daddy felt that just having my panties tugged
down wasn't enough for me to learn a lesson. He needed to teach
me how defiance towards him was not acceptable. Part of being
punished was thinking ahead of time and knowing clearly that when
Daddy took me over his knee, it was out of love and that I deserved
it, and that I had to trust that he knew best. Daddy would spank
me with his hand, and then send me to the corner to wait and think.
I would stand in the corner holding up my skirt, a sullen little
girl, with my panties down and my red bottom showing. While I
stood in the corner, I knew that in a few moments I was going
back over his lap and the hairbrush was going to visit each of
my naughty bare cheeks.
Daddy was right; thinking about my punishment made me an even
better girl. After I was well spanked and crying, Daddy would
have me lay face down on the bed, and he would rub soothing cream
on my bottom. He would talk to me and tell me how a naughty girl's
behind belongs to her Daddy forever. This didn't frighten me;
it made me feel safe.
Now that I am a bigger girl, and grown up, my bottom is round
and womanly. I still belong to Daddy. Daddy feels that my punishments
must include embarrassment and humility. He knows that even grown
up girls sometimes need to be spanked.
Daddy embarrasses me by treating me like the same naughty little
girl I use to be. He pulls me over his lap, and lowers my panties,
and spanks me with his hand and then the hairbrush. Then he has
me wait in the corner and think about what will happen next.
Daddy will call me to come and lay down on the bed, with my red
bottom high in the air propped up on pillows. He has a big school
strap made from leather and he starts spanking me with it. At
first it hurts very much, and it's hard not to move my legs and
kick. Daddy moves each of my feet farther apart on the bed, and
tells me to keep them down.
I can feel the edge of the strap biting into my outer thighs.
I can feel each stroke getting harder and harder till I think
I will have to move and scream, and then Daddy stops. He puts
the strap down next to my head and I feel his hands rubbing my
bottom. Daddy tells me to show him that I am his naughty girl.
His fingers slide between my legs and tickle me and I feel ashamed
of the wetness there.
Daddy then picks up the strap, and now I notice that it doesn't
hurt as much. The pain causes shivers and tingles to travel up
my spine. The strokes get harder and harder, some of them landing
on my thighs, and when the pleasure starts again to be pain, and
I am about to scream out and cry, Daddy tosses the strap near
my head.
His hands run up and down my punished bottom and a finger slips
near my naughtiest of holes. It tickles and instead of retreating,
the naughty girl inside me opens up for him to touch further.
I need his pleasure to endure life's pain.
His fingers slide into the silky wetness and I move as if the
strap is still landing. Then silence and aloneness before I feel
the strap start landing again. The strap lands harder than ever,
yet I can only tell this from the sound of the crack as it rings
in my ears. I feel nothing but pleasure and safety and loving
warmth.
Daddy moves his fingers once again to the spot that will make
me cum. All the naughty bits of me melt out onto his hand, all
the pain of being alive is released in giant pulsating waves,
and all the fear and uncertainty is trusted to his eyes.
© 2004 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
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