urlilgirl
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Standing in the corner, eyes cast down and hands held behind her head, she contemplates on her misconduct. She doesn't mean to be bad, she's just made that way! How did she know that her "daddys" favorite shot glass was 30 yrs old? How was she suppose to know it would break if thrown forcibly against the wall in anger? She lets out a deep sigh, knowing those were not very plausible questions to be asking. "Come here young lady" His voice shook her out of her train of thoughts. As she turned to walk towards him, her feet scuffling on the carpet, her head lowered as well as her eyes, and her body slumping slightly, she gulped with guilty fear.
"Now...why are you going to get this spanking young lady?" he asked in his authorative voice, that always made her tingle with anticipation and fear. "Umm uhh because i broke your glass." She muttered. "And?" "And umm because it was your old glass, your old favorite glass..." she said not sure what he was wanting to hear. "Yes yes and?" Searching her mind ...'and? what else was there?' "Umm and because i shouldn't get angry and throw stuff?" "Right....and now you have to pay for that anger...raise your skirt and get into position."
Lifting her skirt with her panty covered bottom showing at the end of her long legs, she moved over his laps with the first plea of "Pleasee please i'm sorry i wont get angry again!!" "I'm sure you say that now." As her hands touched the floor, moving her bum to the right position for his wrath, she gulped a breath of air unexpectedly, catching her off guard when his hand smoothed over the panties. "Getting angry instead of talking it out, only causes both parties misery...I think you need this more for that then the fact you broke something." His fingers going to the elastic and slowly pulling down her panties as he scolded her.
When his hand touched her bare bottom, she felt him shudder with excitement and then without warning the first smacks connected with her flesh, leaving the sensation of warmth, love, and yes pain. Her legs kicked and she screamed, though not from the pain but more from the turn on it was causing in her body. When her bottom turned a bright pink, he locked her legs with his own, and picked up the hairbrush. "Naughty girls gets the hairbrush, on the bare" he said. He smoothed the brush over her warm bottom, and once her body relaxed, he lifted his arm and came down on her bum with a loud SMACK.
The first few hurt to where she cried out and wiggled, but soon it became more of a defeat and she laid across his lap limp taking each hard smack with a groan, knowing that asking him to stop was futile. When it did stop, it was when tears were flowing from her face and her breathing was racked with sobs. He laid the brush on the table and lifted his lil girl, holding her tightly in his arms before telling her "Now, back to the corner for the next half hour, afterwards it will all be over and never spoken of again." He kissed the top of her head lightly and then lightly slapping her bottom, urging her on to the corner.
As she stood there, bottom on fire, pussy aflame....she thought of Him and how much he must care enough to teach her right from wrong.
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