Time Spent With Daddy
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com



Time Spent With Daddy
by zprymantis

I love spending the weekend visiting Daddy. It doesn't happen as often as I like, since there are many things that keep Daddy and I apart. There is The Job that Daddy must attend most weekdays. Even when daddy has to spend time at Da Awfus, he thinks of me all the time and keeps a picture of my hiney hole as his desktop pattern on his computer. He also discusses my daily potty reports with Da Boyz at the water cooler and, to my utter embarrassment, brags about my bathroom accomplishments.

There is also the time Daddy must spend falsely imprisoned, when the Judge and Jury disagree with Daddy's parenting practices. Then there are the Jets football games and Islander hockey games and the Mets baseball games, where Daddy sits dazed in front of the TV set for hours. There are also the bowling tournaments where Daddy strengthens his spanking arm by throwing a huge bowling ball at a bunch of pins, just like Fred Flintstone.

Also, let's not forget the distance. Daddy lives four hours away from his little crankyheaD. Still, sometimes things all come together. There is time off from Da Awfus, and the bail money gets paid, and the sports games are put on hold, and Daddy and I find ourselves together, as it should be. A daddy needs to be with his little girl, and a naughty little girl like me, needs to be with her daddy.

What I love most about time with Daddy, is that he can teach me things, so that when we are apart, he is confident that I will be the best girl. Being the Best Girl for My Daddy, is important. It is important to take care of myself. Loving myself and being the Best Girl for My Daddy, is how I show my love for Daddy. In the past, Daddy has taught me many important lessons. He has trained my hiney to go potty each morning at the same time. Having a timely anus is of the utmost importance. He has taught me how to flush and wipe. He teaches me the importance of choosing just the right amount of food so none is wasted and left sitting on my plate in the restaurant. He taught me Brady Bunch trivia, Twilight Zone Minutiae and Islander History. He teaches me using strict yet fair old fashioned methods: Bare Bottom Spankings, Enemas, Butt Plugs, Ginger Root Suppositories, Lectures, Canings, Loopy Johnny Anus Whippings and Brutal Anal Probings. All this he does, because he loves me.

So, this weekend was much like the rest. Daddy had a lesson to teach me and I had a lesson to learn. One thing Daddy had to do this weekend, was punish me for a naughty IM exchange. Daddy had suggested one evening that I add a new section to the Janitorium website, and I made the mistake of delaying its addition and then when he asked why I hadn't followed Daddy's suggestion in a timely manner, I told him that I thought his idea "sucked."

I also said the following. "It's a deal... I would rather get two quarts and a severe spanking then put up that link at the Janitorium."

So, Daddy had no choice, He had me print up the IM and bring it with me this past weekend. He had me read the IM exchange as he prepared the first very warm hot and soapy quart. By the time that was totally in, I was feeling a bit different about things, but Daddy then added the second clear water bag, and I had to hold my double enema for an hour, with no plug to help me.

I did it too, and I am very proud of that. It wasn't easy, but Daddy held me close and stayed with me the entire time. He petted my hair, and rubbed my hiney, and talked to me and told me he had faith that I wouldn't make a mess.

My severe spanking was later after my bath, I changed into my school girl skirt. I got two hundred cane strokes with his new cane. Daddy gave me the first fifty with me kneeling on the bed and my bare bottom presented. These were all fairly hard. I went out to dinner wearing my school girl outfit and with a freshly caned bottom. :) The final 150 strokes were on wet panties a bit later in the evening after dinner and the Sopranos. Daddy gave me many lighter strokes, sometimes fast together, with harder ones tossed in at his discretion. Then the last twenty five or so were much harder. The final ten being the best.

That lesson was a hard one to learn, but not all Daddy's lessons are so severe. This weekend Daddy also continued to teach me some things he has been working on during the last few visits. One thing that is important to Daddy is that I brush my teeth properly. Daddy knows I have very sharp teeth, and he is very grateful that my teeth are well trained and never bite Daddy. I do sometimes bite the toothbrush though, so when Daddy is brushing my teeth, sometimes he has to say "Release" and then I stop holding the brush with my teeth.

Also, Daddy taught me how to gargle and rinse and spit. One time I brushed my teeth without asking Daddy for help, and I got a bare bottomed hairbrush spanking for that. The next time I wanted to brush my teeth, Daddy was asleep, so I woke him up and asked permission to brush without him - Daddy groaned and said "Yes pumpkin, you may brush your teeth without Daddy this time." :)

Also, Daddy now insists that when I take a bath I call him into the bathroom to inspect my hiney hole. I remind him that this is very embarrassing, but I have learned that not calling Daddy into the bathroom means a very hard spanking, so I take a deep breath and say "Daddy, would you please come in here and check my doo doo hole?" and Daddy comes right in to help me. Cripes!!

Daddy and I also acted out a few of the scenes from Secretary. If you haven't seen Secretary - skip this paragraph! One scene we acted out was when the vanilla boyfriend and Lee were kissing. I got on top of Daddy and was kissing him, and moved his hand to my bottom, and Daddy kept moving his hand up to my back. Finally I picked up his hand and slapped it on my hiney, and Daddy pretended to be clueless..then I twisted around and flung myself over Daddy's lap and lifted my hiney up real high for him to smack it. We acted this scene out twice, and it had me giggling and laughing. Daddy is lots of fun.

Daddy also let me make his football pool picks this weekend. I got a cane stroke for each point we lost, but I really didn't do so bad for not knowing anything about football. If the darn Texans had won, I would have been a hero.

Basically, I know that Daddy loves me, and despite all the spankings and canings and enemas and things that the Judge and Jury frown upon, I know for a fact that my Daddy cares about me. That is why when my eyes look a little red, Daddy does not hesitate to take me over his knee, lower my panties, open the vaseline, slip his rectal thermometer into my hiney, and wait patiently, spinning it around, sliding it in and out, in and out. He takes the time to do all these things, because he cares.

:)

zoey

 

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