Julie 1998: Oops, I did it Again

Continued from: She gets the belt

[M/f] [spanking] [otk] [cornertime] [ddlg] [taboo] [Daddy]

Dear Diary, 

It's been months since that first spanking, the one that changed everything. And now, it feels like I'm living in a whole new world, a world where I'm constantly on edge, constantly waiting for the next time Daddy decides I need to be punished. 

They did become more frequent. I'd come home from college for the weekend, and Daddy was waiting for me, arms crossed, face stern. I knew immediately that I was in trouble, that I'd done something to tick him off. And sure enough, he pulled out the kitchen spoon, told me to take off my clothes, and bent me over his knee right there in the living room. 

That spanking was brutal, the spoon landing hard and fast on my bare ass, leaving me writhing and kicking and sobbing like a little girl. But even as I cried and begged, I could feel the familiar heat building between my legs, the ache of desire that only Daddy could fulfill. 

I loved and hated it in equal measure. I loved the attention, the feeling of Daddy's strong arms around me, the way he held me tight and spanked me until I was a sobbing, blubbering mess. I loved the way it made me feel, the way it satisfied some deep, dark need inside me, a need to be dominated, to be owned, to be Daddy's little girl. 

But that's not why I'm writing to you today, Diary. I'm writing because I can't believe what just happened. I'm still in shock, my mind racing, my body betraying me. I'm so embarrassed, so ashamed, but also...so turned on. 

It started like any other punishment, I was being a naughty girl, pushing Daddy's buttons, trying to get his attention in the wrong ways. And he responded like he always does, with a firm hand and strict voice. 

"That's it, young lady," he said, his eyes flashing with anger. "It's time for a spanking." 

I whimpered, my heart pounding, but I knew I had no choice. I followed Daddy to my bedroom, my stomach churning with nerves and excitement. 

Daddy made me strip naked, as he always does. I hated being exposed like that, vulnerable and ashamed, but I knew it was part of the punishment ritual. Daddy wanted to make sure I felt every bit of the vulnerability and humiliation of still being spanked at my age. 

Once I was naked, Daddy made me lie over two pillows on my bed, my hips propped up, my legs spread. I knew the position well, the way it left my bare bottom raised and exposed with everything else on full display to him.

Daddy picked up his belt, the buckle jingling in his hands. I could feel my heart racing, my body tensing, as I waited for the first stroke. And then it came, the stinging, searing fire of the belt across my bare bum. I cried out, my body jerking, but Daddy held me firm with a hand on the small of my back. 

"This is what happens to naughty girls, isn't it, Julie?" He growled, his voice low and stern. "They get punished, and punished severely." 

The strokes kept coming, the belt falling again and again on my quivering bottom. I sobbed and cried, my body writhing, my hips bucking and flailing against the pillows. I tried to avoid the belt, to escape the pain, but there was nowhere to go. 

And then something strange happened. As I squirmed and wriggled, my pussy started to rub against the pillow. At first, it was just a dull sensation, but as the strapping continued, as my bottom grew hotter and sorer, the friction started to feel...good. Really good. 

I found myself grinding against the pillow, my clit willingly rubbing against the soft fabric. The pain of the belting was still there, still stinging and burning, but now it was mixed with something else, something dark and delicious. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tingling, my muscles tensing. And then, just as Daddy landed a particularly firm blow on my welted ass, I exploded. 

I screamed, my back arching, my body spasming, as the orgasm ripped through me. It was so intense, so mind-blowing. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my pussy clenching and throbbing, as I writhed and moaned on the bed. 

For a moment I thought Daddy hadn't noticed. He continued my strapping, his belt falling on my bare flesh, but then he suddenly stopped. "Did you just..." he started, his voice trailing off. I froze, my heart pounding, as I realized what had happened, Daddy knew. He had seen everything. 

I waited for him to say something, to scold me or punish me further, but he just stood there, silent and still. And then, finally, he spoke. "Stay there, Julie," he said, his voice quiet and firm. "Stay in that position, with your ass in the air. I'll be back in an hour to release you...umm, you're grounded." 

I lay there, my body still trembling, my mind racing. I couldn't believe what had happened, what I had done. I had actually orgasmed during a punishment spanking, right in front of Daddy. It was so humiliating, so shameful...but also so hot. 

This was a few weeks ago...nothing more was said about it, until today. 

Until...I did it again. 

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Dear Diary, 

I did it again! I came during a spanking. 

It started like any other punishment session. I'd been a naughty girl again, staying out too late with my friends, flirting with boys, teasing Daddy with my skimpy outfits. And so, when I got home, Daddy was waiting for me, his face stern, his belt in his hand. 

I knew the drill by now. I stripped off my clothes, bare naked, my heart pounding, my pussy already wet with anticipation. Daddy pulled the spanking chair into the middle of the room and sat down, patting his lap invitingly. 

I draped myself over Daddy's knee, my bare ass in the air, my pussy and asshole on full display. 

Daddy adjusted me, to the point I was straddling his knee, straddling his tweed pants that my pussy was now in direct contact with. 

The spanking started slow, Daddy's hand landing on my ass with a sharp, stinging slap. I yelped, my body jerking, causing his fingers to occasionally graze my pussy lips. 

And then, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Daddy switched to his belt. The leather strap sizzled through the air, landing on my bare flesh with a crack that echoed through the room. 

I sobbed and cried, my legs kicking, my body writhing, as Daddy brought the belt down again and again, whipping my ass until I was promising to be a good girl again. 

But even as I cried and pleaded, I could feel my pussy growing wetter, my clit swelling, my body responding to his tweed pants in a way I couldn't control. And then, suddenly, without warning, I came. My pussy clenched, my hips bucked, and I gushed all over Daddy's pants, soaking his knee with my arousal. 

I was mortified, ashamed, horrified by what I had done. I tried to apologize, to explain, but all I could do was sob and shiver, my body shaking with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life. 

Daddy didn't say a word. He just lifted me off his lap, set me on my feet, and pointed to the corner. I knew the drill once again. I walked over to the wall, my head hanging low, my hands clasped atop my head, and stood there. I was naked, spanked and exposed, my tears dripping down my face, as Daddy processed what had just happened. 

I don't know how long I stood there. It felt like an hour, an eternity. But finally, finally, Daddy came over to me, his face soft, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and something else, something that I couldn't quite place. 

"Julie," he said softly, his voice low, almost a whisper. 

"I think we need to talk." 

With that, Daddy took me by the wrist, guiding my little hand towards the front of his pants. 

I gasped as I felt his erection, hard and throbbing beneath the fabric. It was so big, so thick, so long...it's everything I've been waiting for. I turned to face him, my eyes wide and pleading, as I asked the question we had both been thinking for quite some time. 

"Is this for me, Daddy?" I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. 

Daddy nodded, his eyes locked on mine, his cock twitching in my hand. "Yes, baby girl," he said softly. "Go wait in Daddy's bedroom." 

I giggled with delight, I turned and skipped away, my bare feet prancing on my tip-toes, my naked red ass, jiggling with each step until I reached the bed. 

I plopped my abused bum onto the sheets, feeling the comfort of their cool embrace and in my most innocent, sing-song voice imaginable, I called out down the hallway. 

"I'm ready, Daddy!" 

"I'm a big girl, now! Let me show you!” 

Julie

Continued in: Farewell Julie

Julie 1998: She gets the Belt

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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

 

Julie 1998: Bedtime Spanking

Continued from: Julie 1998: Hit me baby one more time

[spanking] [masturbation] [daddy issues] [teen]

Dear Diary, 

It's been a few weeks since that incident with Chad in the locker room and later in his basement. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. The way he dominated me, the way he made me feel...it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. 

But now that I've had a taste, the feeling is even more intense. I've been craving a spanking like never before. The thought of my stepdad taking me over his knee, pulling down my panties, and reddening my ass with his strong hand...it makes me so wet, I can hardly stand it. 

So tonight, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I waited until everyone was asleep, then I tiptoed downstairs, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves. 

First, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a wooden spoon from the drawer. It felt heavy and sturdy in my hand, and I knew it would hurt deliciously when it came down on my bare ass. Next, I sneaked into the bathroom and took a hairbrush from the vanity. The smooth back was stiff and hard, and I shivered at the thought of it connecting with my sensitive bum. Finally, I crept into Daddy's room and took his leather belt from the closet. It was thick and heavy, the kind of belt that was well-worn and rugged. I hugged it to my chest, savouring the feel of the cold leather against my skin. 

With all my implements gathered, I made my way back to my room, careful not to make a sound. I closed the door behind me and locked it, then arranged the spoon, the hairbrush, and the belt neatly on my bed. 

Then, slowly, teasingly, I stripped off my clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a puddle at my feet. I stood there naked, looking at the implements on the bed in anticipation while placing my hands on my head. 

I walked over to the corner of the room and pressed my nose against the wall, just like I would if Daddy had sent me there to wait for my punishment. I imagined him standing behind me, his eyes roaming over my naked body, his cock hardening in his pants. 

After a few minutes, I turned around and walked over to the bed. I picked up the wooden spoon and bent over some stacked pillows with my legs spread wide. I took a deep breath and brought the spoon down hard on my left cheek. The pain was instant and intense, and I gasped out loud. But it felt so good, so right. I smacked myself again and again, alternating between cheeks, until my ass was red and stinging. 

Then I picked up the hairbrush. The bristles felt like needles as I scraped them across my tender flesh. I cried out with each smack of the brush, biting my lip to keep from making too much noise. The pain was exquisite, and I found myself grinding my hips against the pillows, my pussy aching for release. 

Finally, I picked up the belt. I knew this one would hurt the most, and I was almost afraid to do it. But I couldn't stop myself. I needed the pain, needed the release that only Daddy's belt would provide. I stood up and bent over the back of a chair, presenting my ass to the imaginary Daddy behind me. I took a deep breath, then swung the belt down hard across both cheeks. 

The pain was extraordinary, and I screamed out the word, "Daddy". But I didn't stop. I kept whipping myself, over and over, until my ass was covered in angry red welts and I had tears in my eyes.

And then, suddenly, I felt it. The orgasm came out of nowhere as my fingers travelled between my legs, ripping through my body like a hurricane. I screamed and thrashed on the bed, my pussy convulsing and my juices gushing out of me and I mauled at my little titties and hardened nipples. 

It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and it went on and on, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. When it was finally over, I collapsed onto the bed, panting and shaking. 

I lay there for a long time, my body still tingling with aftershocks. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Spanking myself while pretending it was my stepdad, then cumming the way I did?! Like seriously...

I had never felt so naughty, so dirty, so completely in thrall to my darkest desires. But even as I basked in the afterglow, I knew it wasn't enough. I needed more, I was a junkie now. I needed Daddy to punish me for real, to make me scream and beg and cry like a little girl. 

And I knew deep down, that he wanted it too, the moment I turned eighteen. I could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't watching. He wanted to dominate me, to control me, to make me his and tame this wild child. 

I stood up slowly from the bed, my legs still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm and my self-inflicted spanking. I looked behind at my naked body, taking in the red welts that crisscrossed my ass and the glistening wetness between my thighs. 

I felt so naughty, so shameful, standing there with the evidence of my own depravity on display. But at the same time, I felt more alive than I ever had before. It was as if the pain and humiliation had awakened something deep inside me, something dark and primal and uncontrollable. 

I knew I should put my clothes back on and go to bed, try to forget about the twisted thoughts that filled my head. But I couldn't resist the urge to push myself further and prolong my simulated punishment. 

So I walked back over to the corner of the room, my bare feet padding softly against the carpet. I pressed my nose against the wall once again, just like a naughty little girl. I put my hands on my head, interlocking my fingers and bowed my head in submission. 

I squeezed my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the ache in my pussy that still hadn't subsided. My feet were pressed together, the toes pointing inwards like a ballerina, and my ass was thrust out behind me, the redness from my spanking on full display. 

I stood there for what felt like hours, my mind racing with dirty thoughts. I imagined Daddy walking in and finding me like this, naked and vulnerable and so desperately in need of his firm hand to continue what I started. I pictured him taking me over his knee, his strong hands pinning my arm behind my back as he brought his palm down hard on my bare ass. It was so vivid in my mind, a mental rehearsal that felt so real to me. 

So I made a decision tonight, right there in the corner. I would find a way to make Daddy punish me, or even ask him to punish me, to make him see me as the naughty little girl I truly was. I would push his buttons, test his limits, until he had no choice but to take me over his knee and spank me like the bad girl I am. 

And after Daddy punishes me, would he want to take me, to claim me as his own? The eighteen-year-old Julie Delmar. 

Would you? 

Julie

Continued in: Disappointed Daddy