You stand in front of me while I'm sitting on the couch. Your hands are behind your back. I make you wait in anticipation of the inevitable spanking as I tell you that you are to be punished and why.
"Look at me, little one. Now tell me what you deserve."
"A spanking, sir."
"A soft spanking or a hard one?"
"A hard one, sir, on my bare bottom so I learn to behave myself."
"That's right, now come here." And as you stand with your hands behind your back, I reach under your skirt and pull your panties down to your ankles. Then I guide you across my knee while warning you not to squirm, but instead to accept the punishment you earned.
The first smack over you skirt startles you at first. You were hoping I'd take it easy on you, but you are in for a real butt-warming, and my hand has sent the signal loud and clear. I land about twenty spankings to start. Smack! Smack! Smack smack smack smack smack! A little rebellion starts to show its head.
"Okay I've had enough now!" you say.
"Oh no little girl, that's not even the warmup." Smack! "And if you keep up the attitude, it's going to keep getting worse!"
I reach down to your skirt and pull it up, exposing you, and drawing out a gasp.
"Ow ow! Why do you-" Smack! "Ow!" A solid smack on your bare flesh cuts you off. The combination of the embarrassment over your full exposure of your bare bottom and the extra pain now that your skirt is not in the way tells you that there is no getting out of this. I can tell at this point that you're starting to feel more submissive and humble. Smack smack smack smack! I start to spank you harder and faster, as your asscheeks start turning redder and redder. After another thirty or so, tears begin to well up in your eyes as your cries of pain get louder.
"Okay little girl, warmup is over." You start to get more worried, as the supposed warmup already has you in tears. I reach behind one of the pillows on the couch and pull out your hairbrush. The one with the wooden back. You plead with me.
"No please, sir! I've learned my lesson, I promise!" Of course you know that you've never talked your way out of a punishment, but you can't help trying.
"If you're trying to get out of your spanking, then no, you haven't learned your lesson." As I raise the hairbrush, you feel a momentary panic and reach back with your hand, which I quickly snatch with my own and secure it against your back. At the same time I lock my leg over one of yours, so you're completely locked in.
"Get ready, little girl. Don't clench your bottom or squirm. You know you've earned your spanking by being disrespectful and disobedient. Accept your punishment, and completely submit to me. Do you deserve this spanking?" After a moment, you remember how you had been disrespectful, and how you felt when you knew you'd disappointed me.
"Yes sir I do."
"Good girl."
The first smack lights your backside on fire, and as the spanks rain down steadily, you can't believe how painful it is. Then, remembering how you wanted to be my good girl and how you'd talked back to me, you start crying.
"I'm so sorry, please forgive meeeee!" Then it happens, your will totally breaks, and you just lay there, no longer resisting, bawling like a little girl over my knee as I finish your spanking. You don't register that the spanking is over until I lift you up and sit you on my lap as you cry into my chest. You nuzzle your head into the crook of my neck as your tears begin to slow. You sit up brushing your lips across mine as you give me an Eskimo kiss purring softly, and your lovely eyes look into mine. Your tears make them a near amber color. My thumb caresses your cheek as your eyes fill with shame and remorse combined with adoration.
"Thank you for teaching me to be a good girl."
"Does my good girl want some lotion on her bottom?"
"Yes, please Daddy."
When I get the lotion I drape a towel over my lap before beckoning you to go over it as well. I pat your well-spanked cheeks--getting a little gasp out of you. You hear me chuckle for a second, but then you feel my hands gently applying the lotion on your reddened skin. The relief is incredible as you moan in ecstasy. As I continue to rub lotion all over your bottom, your legs start to spread, giving me nice view and easy access for my hands to get closer and closer to your now-wet pussy lips. I brush ever so close to your little love mound before backing off to rub your butt again.
"Daddy you're teasing me." You whine.
"Yes little one. You'll just have to deal with it, and I'm not done yet."
As my hand once again ventures in between your legs your hips start moving, perhaps without you even knowing since I can see your eyes are closed and your breathing starts to get heavier. A bulge in my pants starts to make itself known even through the towel, and when you feel it, your humping starts to have a more suitable target. Just then my hand barely grazes your engorged lips and you gasp, pressing your hips down hard and you quiver as an orgasm hits you.
"Aaaaahhhh! Oooohh yes" you moan as you start to come back to reality.
"That's my good girl."
As I continue to to rub your scarlet cheeks, and you come off the heights of your first orgasm of the day, your hips start to move again.
"Mmmmm...Daddy that was wonderful! You make me feel soooo good!"
You turn your head to look back at me, and as I lean toward you, I gently but firmly grab your throat and pull you into a deeply passionate kiss. I hear you moan in your throat as I kiss you, plunging my tongue into your mouth and searching its depths. I hold you in place with your mouth on mine as I my other hand ventures in between your legs, finding your slit and slipping a finger into your dripping pussy. A bit of a squeal tries to escape your mouth, which is still held against mine.
