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

 

Sports Betting

Continued from: Feet Lovers

[F/f] [spanking] [humiliation] [lezdom]

So the girls went on record and officially picked their teams for the Super Bowl last night, a game that before it started, could have gone either way. 

Patrick and the Chiefs probably represented the safe bet, while Jaylen and the Eagles could have been perceived as more of the gamble. 

As for me. I got to sit this one out, as my team are the New Orleans Saints. Black and gold...was there ever any question, it totally suits me! 

And, as many of you know who have read my blog in its entirety, New Orleans holds a special place in my heart. 

One of the nice features about living in Canada and being an NFL fan, is that we're not geographically bound to root for a home team. You can essentially just pick any team to become "my team". So the Saints have always been my jam. 

Alas, no black and gold to cheer for this year, and I certainly wasn't going to pick Taylor Swift's boyfriend's team. Hey, if we become the 51st state do we get an NFL team? The Toronto polar bears or something? That could be a perk to Trump's insanity...we get a home team to cheer for. 

There was talk once, about Canada getting a NFL team. I'm glad we didn't because we likely would have dicked it up. Having been to a tailgate before (Buffalo Bills), it is truly about the atmosphere and electricity of game day, the people, food and friends to enjoy the experience with. 

We still have laws pertaining to alcohol that date back to the prohibition era. People would complain about noise or traffic. There would likely be rules surrounding cooking in the parking lot, or that would be outlawed all together, so concession food has a monopoly. A tailgate would become a "beer gardens" to the tune of $12.99 for a can of beer. 

Yep, we would have dicked this up royally. Don't believe me, take a family of four to a Toronto Maple Leafs game, you'll be in for a thousand dollar night. 

Anyway...rant over. 

I ended up going with the Eagles, as the girls literally got into slutty cheerleader outfits with matching CFM boots. (Oooo, there's an old-school term!) 

Just as the kickoff was about to go down, Russ and I could hear them giggling and commiserating on the floor in front of us. They had apparently placed a wager on the game. The winning girl gets to spank the losing girl, followed by anal punishment. 

They asked us for permission to lay down this bet. Russell and I clarified with them, what exactly anal punishment consisted of. I guess the winner will get to strap-on bang the losing girl, in the butt. *Sigh, oh girls! That one was totally Sarah Jane's idea, I could tell, she's such a little butt-slut. 

With the stakes clearly laid out, the girls continued to giggle as they shook on it and hugged, sealing their fate with the bookies (Russell and I).  

By halftime, with a score of 24-0, our little Sarah Jane started to get quiet as Russ and I watched on in amusement. By the end of the game with the Eagles putting up 40 points to Mahommes' 22, Sarah Jane removed her panties and quietly walked to the corner to await her fate. 

At least she was a good sport about it! Certainly not a sore loser…yet! 

Russell and I watched from the opposing sofa as Summer took Sarah over her knee, lifted her adorable cheer skirt and went to town on her porcelain bare bum. Half way through the spanking I went to retrieve the "punishment" strap-on and some lubricant. We keep a special, more robust strap-on dildo for moments such as these, when "anal punishment" is necessary. 

Summer faced Sarah into the corner after her spanking, positioning her on all fours, starring ahead at the blank wall in shame and embarrassment. 

With a generous amount of lubricant, Summer saw to her task with a punishing enthusiasm, pounding her hips into poor Sarah's spanked bottom. The room was filled with Sarah's grunting, as she struggled to take her punishment. Each grunt was met with a sharp slap from Summer, telling her to be quiet and take it. 

We all slept in the same bed last night, all nestled in various positions of intimacy, Sarah Jane's spanked and ravaged ass, nuzzled against Russell's locked-up penis. 

"Sorry you lost," I heard him whisper to Sarah. 

"It was still a win in my books," she replied with a giggle from both her and Summer. 

What a pair, these two! Total butt sluts! 

Maybe next year, I'll enter the mix with a bet of my own. Maybe Russell and I should square off with a bet? One that could land me over Daddy's knee. Should I start shopping for my own cheer uniform? 

Hehe

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Christmas Cards

Continued from: Serenity

[F/fffff] [lezdom] [Mistress] [lingerie] [high heels] [stockings] [flight attendants] [feet]

We have to decide on a Christmas card to send out this year, on behalf of the Facility and all our lovely clients and fans. Will you help us choose one? 

1. 

The adorable sweetness of Summer and Sarah Jane, who left her leather and whip behind in the dungeon, as both women got into their Christmas Day dresses and Mary Janes.

"Daddy, we'll make you feel joyful and triumphant...if it's ok with Mommy?" 

Haha, how's that for a caption? 

2.

My very best and sharpest little pony slave, Bella Goth. I suppose it could be interchangeable with a reindeer? We just need to get her a red nose. 

Or better yet, a bright red ball gag! 

There's not many things in the BDSM world, as aesthetically pleasing and beautiful as a red ball between luxuriously feminine, painted lips. 

3.

We dangled a little carrot awhile ago, about two doctoral students from U of T, who may have had an unconventional way of motivating each other's schooling. Remember Skylar and Eesha? I looks like she's about to be spanked over Skylar's knee. 

Fully bare naked OTK, while the disciplinarian is fully clothed, is such an incredibly powerful tactic and vulnerable experience, regardless of the gender of the adult miscreant. 

4.

Sweet Nancy! She should be warming her buns by the fire. I guess I'll have to do it with a paddle instead. 

She wanted to sneak in a quick age regressed trip over my knee, before her grandkids showed up. Imagine her squirming in her seat at the lavish Christmas dinner she'll be hosting, her entire family around her as her spanked bottom comes to rest on the rigid wooden dining chair. 

5.

Vanessa (my girl crush who we haven't seen in awhile), and my sweet Summer! Mixing in one final holiday flight to infuse their dominant essence into their hosiery and high heels. 

That would make a good stocking-stuffer for a lucky young man, Summer's actual stockings? 

6. 

The fiery and ferocious Carley and Cassie. If you're interested in making some New Years resolutions and actually sticking to them, these two can keep you on track with one of their custom punishment programs! Eeek. 

Remember to discuss your safeword ahead of time, if you happen to visit the Facility U.K. in the new year. 

7.

Last but not least...moi? I am looking forward to a very exciting 2025, with my unconventional family and the wonderful power dynamics that only BDSM can provide. 

8.

9. 

10.

Oooo, next year I should do an advent calendar, what do you think? Twenty-four days of pictures of the girls and I. 

Happy Holidays everyone. Again, wishing you all a safe, sane and consensual end of the year and new year. 

Thank you for being a fan of my work. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Save the Last Dance

School Ties

Continued from: Girl-Talk Continued

[F/fm] [chastity] [cuckold] [spanking] [schoolgirls] [knee socks] [Mary Janes] [strap-on]

A Sarah Jane story: 

I helped Mandy down onto her tummy on the plush sofa, and began to plant gentle little kisses onto her whip marks, that were slowly fading beneath my lips. 

She thanked me for the aftercare and kissed me on the mouth, just as the back patio door swung open, revealing the sheepish figure of Russell trailing behind the stunning Summer, still clad in her provocative lingerie. 

The poor boy looked absolutely miserable, his chastity cage undoubtedly causing some discomfort after being teased and tantalized by Summer's irresistible presence during their time outside. Little did he know, however, that his true torment was only just beginning. 

I looked toward Russell and gave him a reassuring yet cruel smile, as I whispered quite a lengthy scheme into Mandy's ear. I heard her gasp, then giggle, followed by her response to a question I whispered to her. 

"No, Sarah," she excitedly replied, "I don't have anywhere else I need to be right now." 

I turned to Summer who could tell that some manner of debauchery was brewing. "Summer...huni," I cooed to her while still glaring at Russell. "Would you take my boy to the classroom please, and make sure he's nice and secure in that teacher's chair." 

Summer flashed me a wicked grin, clearly enjoying her role in our twisted game and my newfound dominant role. I'm quite certain she was picturing Mandy and I like this, in the classroom:

Stripped and shamed, placed on display before the rest of the students, and about to have our pristine bottoms paddled by Russell. This was the narrative Summer would have been more accustomed to. 

But my, my how the tables have turned...

"Oui," she replied, her hand firmly gripping Russell's upper arm as she led him away. "I'll make sure he's properly prepared, Madame." She left me with a wink as clicked down the hall with Russell in-tow.

As they disappeared into the classroom space, I turned to Mandy, my eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. "Come along, pretty girl," I purred, linking my arm with hers. "Let's get dressed up like slutty schoolgirls and give the 'teacher' a show." Mandy giggled nervously and together, we made our way upstairs to one of the dressing rooms. 

As we stripped down and began to don our chosen attire, I couldn't help but admire Mandy's cute little form. 

The short plaid skirt accentuated her curves perfectly, while the crisp white blouse struggled to contain her beautiful tits. 

I struck a pose once my outfit was on, which caused Mandy to tell me that she was soaking through her panties. But the real test will be Russell's reaction. I want to see the desperation in his eyes as he watches us, knowing his penis is locked and under my control. 

With a final adjustment to our outfits, we held hands and embraced once more, stealing a quick kiss before the true fireworks were set to pop off. 

Our heels clicked rhythmically against the polished hardwood as we approached the classroom. Pausing outside the door, I turned to Mandy, my expression suddenly serious as I dropped a quick prep-talk.

"Remember, huni," I said softly, "this is about more than just our physical pleasure. It's about asserting our dominance, about showing Russell that he is utterly powerless in the presence of us two women. So let's give him a performance he'll never forget! 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Teacher's Pet

Now you may call me, Ma'am

Continued from: Sign Here, Initial There

[F/m] [FLR] [chastity] [Mommy] [spanking] [OTK] [denial] [domestic discipline]

A Sarah Jane story 

As I continued to sit, perched atop Russell's face, his moans of being teased and tormented, spurring me on, I frantically typed away at our FLR contract. 

My entire journey as a submissive, every experience with Russell and every session and scene at Mistress Andrea's Facility, had culminated into this very moment, as I stitched together an intricate contact of my terms. 

Chastity 

During the entirety of his contract, the submissive shall remain in a state of enforced chastity, achieved through the use of a secure locking device affixed to his penis. 

This device shall prevent any form of erection, masturbation, or sexual release without the express permission and involvement of the Mistress. 

The Mistress shall retain sole possession of both keys to the chastity device, and shall only remove said device for supervised cleanings or for her own pleasure and amusement. 

The submissive shall surrender all rights to sexual gratification via his penis, understanding that his orgasms are now the property of the Mistress, to be dispensed or withheld at her discretion. 

Any attempt to circumvent or tamper with the chastity device shall result in severe punishment, as determined by the Mistress   

The submissive accepts that his sexual frustration is a necessary and desired component of his submission, and shall strive to channel this energy into more productive avenues of service to the Mistress. 

Initial:_____________

Initial:_____________

Date:__________

Once Russell has agreed to all the terms, signed and initialed immediately after my initials and signature, he will be getting introduced to the Black Mamba, resin crafted, internally locking, chastity cage. It looks like this one: 

Domestic Discipline 

To maintain order and reinforce the hierarchy within our relationship, the Mistress reserves the right to administer corporal punishment in response to any transgressions committed by the submissive. 

Minor infractions, including but not limited to violations of established rules, breaches of etiquette, failure to manage household expenses properly, or general misbehaviour, shall be addressed through the application of a firm spanking applied to the submissive's bare buttocks.

The severity and duration of these spankings shall be determined solely by the Mistress, based on the nature of the offense and her assessment of the submissive's contrition. 

The submissive is expected to accept these punishments with grace and humility, recognizing them as opportunities for growth and correction. 

Failure to comply with or excessive resistance to these disciplinary measures may result in escalated consequences, at the Mistress' discretion.

Initial:_____________

Initial:_____________

Date:__________

Maintenance Spankings

To ensure the submissive's continued obedience and to reinforce the dynamic of our relationship, regular maintenance spankings shall be administered every Sunday, without exception. 

These sessions serve multiple purposes: firstly, they provide a consistent reminder of the submissive's place within our dynamic, reinforcing his role as the one who receives discipline and guideance. 

Secondly, they offer an opportunity for the Mistress to assess the physical and emotional state, allowing for any necessary adjustments to be made to his training regimen. 

Lastly, these maintenance spankings serve as a form of stress relief for both parties, providing a controlled outlet for any pent-up tensions or frustrations that may have accumulated throughout the week. 

The submissive is expected to present himself promptly, dressed as the Mistress has outlined and prepared to receive whatever level of discipline the Mistress deems appropriate. 

Failure to attend or participate fully in these maintenance spankings shall be considered a serious breach of contract and may result in additional, more severe consequences. 

Initial:_____________

Initial:_____________

Date:__________

Bedtime Spankings

In addition to our weekly maintenance spankings, the Mistress shall also administer bedtime spankings as needed, assuming a more nurturing role during these intimate moments. 

Unlike a maintenance or punishment spankings, these spankings are designed to soothe and relax the submissive, preparing him for a restful night's sleep. 

The submissive shall present himself to the Mistress, ready for bed and dressed in dedicated sleepwear selected by the Mistress. 

When prompted, the submissive will bare his bottom and position himself over the lap of the Mistress.

These bedtime spankings may last anywhere from ten minutes to half an hour, depending on how long it takes for the submissive to fully embrace his vulnerability. These bedtime rituals serve to strengthen the bond between us, reminding the submissive that even in his most vulnerable moments, he is cherished and protected.   

Initial:_____________

Initial:_____________

Date:__________

Other categories followed. We did take a small break at one point, or at least I did, and removed my bum from his face. 

The contract spoke of special greetings, morning and evening rituals, specialty clothing and outfits, general rules about reporting, location tracking and check-ins. There was even a section about how he will present himself and behave at Mistress Andrea's Facility, should we end up there. 

Russell was eventually released from my makeshift queening stool. He was permitted to sit and read through all of the sections, initialing his consent at the end of each one. 

Upon the final page, his hand trembled slightly as he applied his full signature to seal his own fate. My signature followed, immediately below. I set the contract aside and retrieved his chastity cage from a delicate, satin pouch. I fit the cage around his flaccid cock, securing the lock with the only set of keys. 

"There," I cooed. 

"Now you may call me, Ma'am." 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: A Minor Annoyance

So I may be Forgiven

Continued from: My Little Ponies

[M/f] [DDLG] [DaddyDom] [switching] [woodshed] [cock worship] [spanking] 

A Sarah Jane story

Even though I knew I was in deep shit and would be feeling Daddy's belt across my ass tomorrow, he didn't dwell on my transgression. That's just the way things worked between us. I'd face the consequences for my actions, but then all would be forgiven. 

For the rest of the evening, things went on as usual. After Mandy left, Daddy and I settled in on the couch to watch some movies together, still essentially house-sitting at Mistress Andrea's Facility. 

I cuddled up against him, trying to soak up his warmth and affection while I still could. Even though he wasn't brining up my impending punishment, I couldn't stop thinking about it. My stomach was in knots imagining the thrashing I was going to get. 

Partway through the second movie, Daddy shifted and I felt his hand come to rest on the top of my head. Without a word, he applied gentle pressure, guiding my face down towards his lap. Obediently, I slid off the couch and positioned myself between his knees. 

I focused all my energy on pleasuring Daddy, trying to take my mind off the punishment looming over me. I sucked and bobbed with enthusiasm, taking him deep into my throat. 

Before long, I felt Daddy's cock swelling and pulsing between my lips. With a grunt, he gripped my pigtails and held my head down, forcing his length into my throat as he came hard. I swallowed every drop obediently, continuing to gently suckle him clean as he softened in my mouth. 

"Good girl", he praised, patting my head. "Now come back up here and finish watching this movie with me." I crawled back up on the couch and snuggled against his lap, but my mind was still racing, unable to forget the painful reckoning I'd be facing tomorrow. 

The next morning I woke up early and got ready to face my spanking. In the shower, I scrubbed myself thoroughly, wanting to be fresh and clean for Daddy. After drying off, I pulled my hair up into a high, tight ponytail to keep it out of the way. 

Next, I selected my outfit carefully. I stepped into a pair of big, plain white cotton panties - the kind that covered everything and made me feel anything but sexy. Over those, I pulled on a sweater dress that would allow Daddy easy access to my bum. I finished the look with high heels, before taking a deep breath and headed downstairs to face my fate. 

"Daddy, I'm ready for my punishment." I said softly, my voice wavering slightly. "I was rude and disrespectful to our guest yesterday and I spoke out of turn to you in front of her. I'm truly sorry for my behaviour. Please spank me severely, Daddy, so I may be forgiven."

A few tears slipped down my cheeks as I awaited his response, my body slightly trembling in anticipation. 

Daddy regarded me silently for a long moment, his expression stern. Finally, he stood up and took me firmly by the upper arm and began leading me out of the house. My stomach dropped as I realized where we were headed - the woodshed. The woodshed, no matter who's home it happens to be at, was where Daddy will take me for only the most serious infractions, the ones that required only the harshest of punishments.  

As we approached the small outbuilding, I started shaking harder, my breath coming faster. Daddy opened the door and guided me inside the unfinished space, appearing as though it was under construction. 

"Stand there," Daddy commanded, pointing to a spot on the unfinished wall. 

"Face the wall and think about what you did and why you're here. You've got 15 minutes." He released my arm and I hurried to obey. 

The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow as I contemplated the severe whipping I knew was coming. My bum clenched involuntarily beneath my short dress, already anticipating the fiery sting of Daddy's belt.

When the 15 minutes were finally up, I heard Daddy's heavy footsteps approaching behind me. "Strip," he ordered. "Leave the heels on." With fumbling, shaking fingers, I peeled off my dress and frumpy underwear, letting them pool on the dirty floor. Goosebumps rose on my naked flesh in the cool air. 

Once I was fully naked, save for my heels, Daddy gripped my arm again and marched me out the door of the shed. I gasped as I realized he was taking me outside, where anyone might see my shameful punishment. He dragged me over to an old wooden ladder leaning against the back wall of the shed. 

Roughly, he bound my wrists and ankles to the rungs with coarse ropes, stretching me out tightly. Satisfied that I was secured well enough, he walked over to the large weeping willow tree a few yards away. He selected a long, slender branch and stripped it of its leaves, fashioning a wicked-looking switch. He swished it through the air as he approached my vulnerable form. 

I braced myself as Daddy took his position behind me, switch it hand. Closing my eyes, I tried to steel myself for the searing agony I knew was coming. But to my shock, after only a dozen sharp, stinging lashes across my bare bum, he tossed the switch aside. 

I barely had time to process this before I heard the ominous sound of his belt being removed from his pants. The thick leather cracked against my already smarting cheeks, painting lines of fire across my skin. But again, he stopped after just a dozen strokes. 

As Daddy untied me from the ladder, I was confused and almost...disappointed? Is that possible, what's wrong with me? I had been mentally preparing myself for an absolutely brutal thrashing, the kind that would leave me sore and sorry for days afterwards. But this punishment felt almost anticlimactic in comparison. My bum was certainly red and stinging, but it was nothing compared to what I had been anticipating. 

I rubbed my wrists as Daddy led me back inside the shed, handing me my dress to put back on. Perhaps this was just the first part of my punishment, with more to follow later? I didn't dare ask, simply followed him meekly back to the timeout spot, my head bowed in continued submission. 

Another 15 minutes of corner time? That was nothing. 

I should be standing here for at least an hour, my bare bottom on display, reflecting on my transgression until my legs ached and my back cramped. 

And the spanking itself...a few measly lashes with a switch and Daddy's belt? I'd gotten far worse for much lesser offences. My bottom should be crisscrossed with angry welts, bruised and tender to the touch for days afterwards. Instead, the sting was already fading, leaving only a mild warmth behind. It was if Daddy went easy on me, and I couldn't understand why. 

As my 15 minutes must have been drawing to a close, I heard Daddy's footsteps returning. He came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me back against his chest. I melted into his embrace, feeling the solid warmth of his body through his shirt. 

"It's ok, babygirl," Daddy murmured. "You took your punishment well. I know it wasn't what you were expecting, but sometimes mercy can be just as powerful as severity." He turned me gently in his arms so that I was facing him, looking up into his kind, understanding eyes. "Do you accept my forgiveness, little one?"

I nodded, blinking back tears. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me and forgiving me. I don't deserve your mercy, but I'm grateful for it." I buried my face against his chest, breathing in his comforting scent. 

As Daddy held me close, I tilted my head up to look at him, batting my eyelashes like a cutie-pie. "Daddy, may I thank you properly for my punishment?" I purred, dipping down to my knees onto the floor of the woodshed, never breaking eye contact with Daddy. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: The Night We Met