[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
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