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