Julie 1998: Disappointed Daddy

Continued from: Bedtime Spanking

[M/f] [spanking] [ddlg] [Daddy] 

"No," I said defiantly, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to push my little titties up even higher. "I'm an adult and I can wear whatever I want!" 

This was the nightmare I put my step-daddy through, on almost a daily basis. I was bitchy, I was defiant and I was spoiled...not to mention the occasional moments I'd crank my Britney CD and practice her dances in just my bra and panties. 

"Oh, Daddy...oopsie, I didn't think you were home." The venomous innocence would drip from my lips as I made a weak effort to cover myself up, scampering away on my tip toes. 

But eventually, I pushed too far and I did something I never ever thought I would do... 

I disappointed Daddy. 

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August 5th, 1998 

Dear Diary, 

Oh my God, I can't believe what just happened. I'm shaking so hard I can barely write this. But I have to get it all down before I forget a single detail. Because I know I'm going to be thinking about this moment for the rest of my life. 

Last night, I came home late from a concert. Like way past curfew and dressed like a complete hoochie. 

I knew Daddy was going to be mad, but I was having so much fun, I just lost track of time. When I finally got home, he was waiting up for me in the living room. 

His face was dark and stormy, and I could tell he was furious. I braced myself for a lecture, a fight. But instead, he just looked at me with such disappointment in his eyes. 

"I trusted you, Julie," he said, his voice quiet and sad. "You've disappointed me." 

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Hearing the disappointment in his voice was worse than any punishment he could have given me. I pouted and burst into tears, stammering out apologies and promises to do better. 

But Daddy just shook his head and sent me to bed, a long walk of shame up the stairs. 

I cried myself to sleep, feeling like the worst daughter in the world. I knew I had to make things right with Daddy. I had to show him that I was sorry, and that I would never let him down again. 

So this morning, I woke up early and crept downstairs to the living room wearing only a little pink nightie. Daddy was already up, reading the paper and sipping his coffee. I stood there for a moment, just watching him. He looked so handsome and strong, with his chiseled jaw and his broad shoulders. I felt a little flutter in my stomach, like always when I looked at him. 

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room, holding out the belt I'd taken from his closet. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. But I forced myself to speak, my voice barely above a whisper. 

"Daddy," I said, my eyes fixed on the floor. "I'm so sorry about last night. I know I messed up. And I know I deserve to be punished."

I held out the belt, my hands shaking like leaves. "So I brought this. I thought...I thought maybe you should spank me. On my bare bottom. Like a little girl who needs to be taught a lesson."

I risked a glance up at Daddy, and saw his eyes widen in shock. For a moment, he just stared at me, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. And then, slowly, he set down his coffee cup and stood up from the couch. 

"Julie," he said, his voice low and serious. "Do you understand what you're asking me to do?" 

I nodded, my heart in my throat. "Yes, Daddy. I want you to spank me. I need it. Please." 

Daddy took a step towards me, his eyes searching mine. I could see the conflict in his gaze, the struggle between his love for me and his reluctance to physically punish me, But after a long, tense moment, he reached out and took the belt from my hands, doubling it over in his. 

"Alright, Julie," he said, his voice firm and decisive. "If this is what you think will work, then I'll give you the spanking you deserve. Go wait in your room, I'll be up in a little while to get you." 

I'm laying here on my bed, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I can't believe I actually went through with it. I asked my step-father to spank me. With his belt. On my bare bottom, like a naughty little girl. And he said yes! 

Oh, Lord, what have I done? Why did I do this? What was I thinking? 

But I know why. I know exactly why I did it, why I've been brazenly misbehaving. Because I need this. I need to feel the sting of his palm on my skin, the sharp pain that will make me cry and beg for mercy. I need to be punished, to be shown that I'm still his little girl, that he still cares enough to discipline me. 

I've been fantasizing about this for so long. Dreaming about Daddy taking me over his knee, pulling down my panties, and spanking me until my ass is red and sore. Imagining him scolding me, telling me what a bad girl I've been, how disappointed he is in me. And then, when it's all over, hugging me close and telling me he loves me, that I'm forgiven. 

But now that it's actually happening, I'm terrified. What if it hurts too much? What if Daddy sees the tender folds of my pussy becoming soaking wet and thinks I'm a freak?

I'm so nervous. I keep listening for the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, wondering when he'll come for me. Will he make me wait, let the anticipation build until I'm a quivering wreck? Or will he come bursting in, belt in hand, ready to teach me a lesson I'll never forget.

I can't stop squirming on the bed, my ass tingling with anticipation. I'm so wet, my pussy is practically dripping. I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't be turned on by this, but I can't help it. The thought of Daddy's strong hands on my body, his belt cracking against my flesh, it's making me crazy with desire. 

Oh, God, I think I hear him coming! My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty. I'm trying to stay calm, to breathe deeply, but it's no use. 

Please, Daddy, be gentle with me. But not too gentle. I need this. I've needed this for such a long time. I need you. 

I love you so much. 

Julie. 

Continued in: She gets the belt