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No Coffee for Daddies!
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
This story is TRUE! :) Every single bit of it.
Sunday morning my Daddy and Uncle Herbie walked stiffly to the
breakfast table and groaned as they sat down. They were exhausted!
Me? Well I was in a very energetic mood. I think that having a
sore, red, well-punished behind makes me happy. I know that might
sound strange to some people, but Daddy and Uncle Herbie know
that a well spanked girl is a happy girl. Sunday morning was a
prime example of this. As a matter of fact, when Daddy's bacon
burned his fingers, he didn't even suggest that I needed to be
birched for that. When the pancake syrup dripped onto my new shirt,
Uncle Herbie just remarked that it would most likely come out
in the wash and not leave a stain. So I guess it was true, I really
WAS a good girl again.
During breakfast, Daddy said I was such a good girl now, that
most likely I wouldn't need to be spanked that day. As a matter
of fact, he was thinking about never spanking me or anyone else
again. He said he was spanked out! Uncle Herbie said he was spanked
out too, and that his arms felt floopy like wet noodles. Then
he made me giggle and squirt orange juice out of my nose, as he
described the way he would hold a wrench at work on Tuesday morning.
Daddy said he was considering going online and placing all his
spanking implements up for sale on E-bay, as he wouldn't need
them anymore. "For Sale, three canes, lexan birch, paddles, crops,
school strap...." I started to giggle and handed Daddy his coffee
and splashed a bit of milk on the table.
When Daddy got to the last sip of coffee, he said it was cold
and instead of telling me to write that offense down in my "birch
book" he simply got up, limped across the kitchen and poured himself
another cup.
I realized that I had helped myself to one too many pancakes again,
but Daddy said - "Well pumpkin, that happens sometime." so I left
the extra pancake sitting on my plate and smiled and squrimed
in my chair, thinking about how the day before I had been caned
36 strokes for hiding a pancake in my napkin.
Then as I was doing the dishes Daddy got up to get a third cup
of coffee, and as he walked past me he gave my sore bottom a smack
and squeeze. "OHHHH!" and he walked a bit less stiffly back to
his seat. He said the coffee was starting to kick in. Then Uncle
Herbie said something like - "Zoey, are you splashing water on
the floor?"
I turned around and gave Uncle Herbie a crankyheaD Zoey look and
Daddy remarked as he smiled with teeth...
"Your bottom is never too sore to be spanked young lady....."
I think Coffee should be banned!
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