Something Special for Baby Girl

[maryfj1972]

From My Website: http://thedisciplineofmary.wordpress.com/

I was speeding home one night last week after being out with a friend to see a movie and reached for the bottle of water in the console, unscrewed the top and as I took a drink I noticed I a text message appear on my phone lying beside me. Putting the bottle in my left hand, the one holding the steering wheel, I reached for my phone to see what it said…it was from Daddy. “You are late, baby girl.”
“On my way,” I texted back. That was a mistake!

I drive an SUV that I have had for years and I am not only quite comfortable driving the monstrosity that I love, I also feel as if I am virtually indestructible, giving very little regard to “multi tasking” while driving, something Daddy has warned me about over and over…in his words and in many, many spankings.

I noticed the time; 7:27…I promised I would be home at 7. Just at that moment, the light turned red, the car in front of me stopped suddenly , and in order for me to avoid a collision, I slammed on my own breaks, which caused me to spill the bottled water all over me…and my phone. I was seconds from home; no way it will dry before I get there! How will I explain this to Daddy? I can’t tell him I was distracted while driving and he knows when I lie…and if I do it will be much worse.

Thinking quickly, I remembered I had a skirt in the back seat, one I was going to return because it was too short (Daddy didn’t think so)! I’ll pull over and just change quickly…Daddy won’t remember what I left the house in; men don’t remember those things…but what about my panties. Hmmmmm….I don’t have any dry ones…I’ll come in through the utility room, grab a pair from the laundry table and whisk them on! I thought my little plan was brilliant. I will only be punished for being a half hour late! Daddy will be in the kitchen waiting, probably spank me over his knee and put me to bed. We hadn’t played in a while, as Daddy was very busy at work, so I figured tonight would be quick. I was tired at this point and was hoping to go to bed.

I pulled into the driveway and my plan quickly begins to fall apart. “Wonderful…the best laid plans, I thought…” Daddy was standing in the driveway, hands on his hips, watching me as I disembarked my Nissan.

“What happened to 7:00?” Daddy asked calmly. I looked at the ground and told you we lost track of time, that I was sorry and I asked if I am getting a spanking. Daddy pulled me to him and told me that I was, in fact, getting a spanking in a not so patient tone and we went inside together. My mind was racing! He’s going to do more than spank me when he finds out I don’t have any panties on! No way I can explain why I’m not wearing any! Daddy was walking behind me and said casually, “That’s not the outfit you left in…weren’t you wearing a pair of jeans?”

“Um, no…no, Daddy…this is what I left in!” I reached up and put my arms around you and gave you a sweet little kiss and a huge smile. On the outside I was trying to distract you, to lessen my punishment, but on the inside I was dying…I was lying all over the place! I knew I was just digging myself deeper! He knows! I know he knows, but he’s not saying anything! I am pretty sure Daddy could feel me trembling!

“Go get your pants out of the car…I know you did not leave in that skirt, Mary. I distinctly remember you placing it in the shopping bag, taking it as you left earlier, telling me you were going to return it.”

Sometimes I hate how observant Daddy is.

I went to get them, feeling like I was walking through water…I am so in for it. I know Daddy, too. He’s tired, it has been a long week, but he is not the kind of daddy who just lets things slide. I will be punished, but good.

I brought in the pants, tell Daddy what happened, and he guided me over his knees and lifts my skirt. As Daddy chastised me, scolded me for lying and for texting him back and for having so little regard for my safety and the safety of other drivers…and for wearing no panties. A big no no. He rubbed my quivering bottom and I get silenced as I try to beg for forgiveness. Tears begin to fall from my eyes…not only did I lie and disappoint you, but I was about to have a very red and sore bottom!

“Shhhhhh, babygirl….you know the rules. You can’t lie; I’ll find out”, you say as you rub delicately….

A hand spanking to warm you up…then some corner time. You’ll get your hairbrush for me for another spanking…then I have something special planned for you. “Something special? I racked my brains to figure what “something special” could be!

Daddy began spanking my bottom and at first the warmth felt good and I moaned softly…then harder and before long I was sobbing and kicking, daddy having already pinned my right wrist to the small of my back with his large hand. My bottom was glowing red and on fire and the only respite I received from t the fire on my bottom was when Daddy had me spread my legs so he could spank my inner thighs. The spanking seemed to take forever! I was crying audibly before it was over, my tears falling to the floor, my face wet and I was completely incoherent! My bottom won’t handle the hair brush, it just won’t!

Daddy gave me a few moments to compose myself as he rubbed my swollen, red bottom gently. He raised me up and instructed me to stand in my corner, nose touching, holding my skirt up, showing off my hot, red bottom. I was so embarrassed! I hate, hate, hate corner time! I’m not good at it! I always try and peak and see where daddy is! I am impatient and I cannot stand still very long at all. I began shifting and fidgeting, wanting to rub my bottom and see where you are…

“Eyes forward and stand STILL,” you said and then I heard you go down the hall to bathroom. I heard water running and you were rummaging in the closet. I could hear you, but I didn’t know what you were doing and it drove me insane! But I stood still! Daddy has a way of sneaking up when I least expect it. He can be quiet and sneaky when he wants to be!

When you returned you took me in your arms and kissed me…I got weak in the knees as Daddy held me tight and gave me one of his passionate kisses… You held me close and I put my arms around your neck and hold you just as fiercely. “…I love you, Daddy…I’m so sorry…”

“I love you, too, babygirl, but you know what I told you before…now go get your hairbrush out of the bedroom.” You say calmly, yet firmly. Daddy is a man of his word…another trait I could do without right now…

I looked in your eyes, hoping, but you turned me towards the hall and off I went. I came back and handed you the hairbrush and when you sat down I knew to ask you to please spank me. You once again guided me over your lap, secured my wrist, and held the hair brush against my still burning bottom. Its wood felts cool against my hot skin, but that will be short lived! You proceeded to spank me and with the first crack of the wood against my skin, the tears flowed! Dear god, that hurts!!! Daddy, oh, Daddy, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry….Daddy!” You alternate your pace and as you do, I alternate pleading for you to stop, to moaning softly…getting butterflies now…wetter and wetter…I am incoherent, yet the euphoria is amazing…I love you so much right now! I’m trembling…not in fear now, but in absolute pain induced ecstasy!

When you felt I had been punished sufficiently, you once again rub my poor disciplined bottom with your warm hand…so sweet, so loving. The hand that can cause so much pain is also the one that takes it away! It felt wonderful!

I was in my happy place now; totally aroused. But I am not concerned with that at the moment…Daddy’s affection is all I want now…your sweet words, your gentle hands stroking and rubbing…I felt so loved and cherished! All I wanted was our warm bed…curled up with you and…sleep. It is then you divulged your “surprise…” “Mary…you have never had a punishment enema, have you?” No, I hadn’t; it was a fantasy that had never come to fruition before you, and one we had discussed, but not entertained. “I have one ready for you, so I need you to take your clothes off, completely naked, young lady. There is a towel on the bed; kneel on it, head down, and your bottom in the air for me. Keep your legs spread wide apart for me—I don’t want to have to tell you twice, baby.” Mortified, I strip, hating the way I look naked; what woman doesn’t? My tits are too small, my ass too big, my hips too wide, etc…not firm enough here, too firm there…etc..I could beat myself up all day! I did as I was told, however, dutifully…

You found me on the bed as you instructed, totally humiliated. I saw you standing beside me, enema, lubricant, butt plug, thermometer, and nozzle handy. “Spread your legs, baby, really wide for Daddy.” Your voice is so soothing, so calm…I trust you with all my heart; with everything in me…I know you won’t hurt me. All the times we have played, even the times we don’t—in our normal day to day lives, I know you to be a protector and the sweetest, most southern gentleman I have ever known. I do what I am told without hesitation.

“I’m going to take your temperature, sweetheart. Now, hold really still for daddy while I insert the thermometer…that’s it…that’s my good girl,” you say and I can sense your enjoyment. I felt you bend closer to my bottom hole, part my cheeks, and gently insert the lubricated thermometer. Then you placed your hand on my back, holding me firmly, yet reassuringly. When I begin to feel the pressure of the thermometer in my rectum, I moaned and whimpered, but you were gentle and I remained still.

“Stay still, baby…if I have to take out the thermometer before it’s time, I’ll spank you in this position with my belt and start over. Do you understand?

“Yes, Daddy…” I mumbled, keeping my head down, my bottom raised high…and remaining still.

You extracted the thermometer with a reassuring pat to my naked, well spanked bottom as I released a small sigh of relief.

With a generous amount of lubricant on your finger, you gently massaged my bottom hole, slowly and gently loosening it up, inserting your finger…the object is to get me aroused, humiliate me, make me somewhat uncomfortable…but NOT to traumatize me. Enemas are more intimate than spankings and can be highly erotic…one bad move, however…and the results could be very damaging! Daddy is never mean…and I know he won’t start now. You retracted your finger and lubricated the enema nozzle and gently inserted it into my rectum…and I gasped and tensed up, but you immediately tell me to relax, take deep breaths as the warm water flows into me. At first it was ok…but then I immediately stared to cramp, to hurt. I begged you to stop, but you chuckled…the enema bag was not even halfway empty!

“Daddy…stop…STOP!…I don’t want this...this is not at all what I wanted! “Shhhh, baby, it’s ok…you are doing so well, taking your enema like a big girl….Ok, it’s all done…the bag is empty.” You lubricate the butt plug and inserted it in my bottom, so embarrassing, daddy…“That’s a good girl,” you say as you rub my bottom…and reach down and stroke my dripping wet pussy…yeah, you know it turned me on. “Daddy, I need to go…I can’t hold it…” I beg…so humiliated…

“Ten minutes, sweet heart…now lay on your back, knees up…that will help alleviate your need to go so quickly.” I did as I was told and it helped, but I am mortified; can’t even look at you! But…then you start to rub my pussy, my clit…fingering me, but NOT letting me come, my legs falling open, wide open for you, daddy…

Time is certainly relative! Ten minutes felt like ten hours!!! Daddy finally told me I could go…I RAN!

I shut the door behind me and the relief was amazing!! Being the healthnut I am, I sort of enjoyed it! But at the same time, I was not only aroused beyond words…I was proud I made it through!! I bet Daddy will be, too! I showered and composed myself while you picked up the bedroom “toys.” When I entered the bedroom, the bed is already turned down and you grab me up into your strong arms….I love the feeling of being engulfed by you! You kissed me and you were smiling, telling me how proud you were of me! We curled up in bed, snuggled close and you kiss me goodnight.

“I love you, baby…

“I love you, too, Daddy…