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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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