Strength And Stability

Punishment Perks

I dropped my backpack and walked over. He pulled me in between his knees, locking my legs under his. After pulling down my joggers, he started swiftly smacking with force.

I gasped lightly. Aghhh. I hadn't been spanked for weeks, since we were in Hawaii. And that wasn't even that harsh. He smacked everywhere with a fast paced rhythm.

Owww. I squirmed, painfully grimacing.

"I smack don't smack know smack what smack in the smack world smack has smack gotten smack into smack you smack but I am smack going smack to smack get it out smack right smack now." Dad said, landing one with each word.

"Agh I'm sorry!!" I started to feel good 'ole desperation settle in. I squirmed, but he just held me in place.

Dad replied without stopping at all. In fact, he increased his force, his hand repeatedly assailing my backside with determination. I yelped loudly when a particularly hard one landed in the center of my butt.

"I'm glad you're sorry. Sorry you did it or sorry you're getting spanked for it?" He paused to hear my answer.

I was caught slightly off guard by the question.

"Sorry.. That I got in trouble I guess." I answered truthfully.

He started the smacks again. "Thank you for being honest. Because I knew you weren't sorry yet."

He continued, rapidly raining them down. The tears that were pooled in my eyes started to fall to the floor, and I started to feel genuine remorse.

"You smack know smack damn well smack the way smack you've been smack acting, you and Desiree both, is smack something smack I smack don't smack tolerate."

He started setting some extra hard smacks on my upper thighs and sit spots. Every smack that landed on that area of my butt, the part that was bent over his knee, was so hard it slammed my frame toward.

My butt felt like hell. Actual hell. I don't know If I've ever got such a thorough hand spanking. I sobbed, feeling the hiccups come. I hated those. I started to give up fighting. There's no use.

He landed around 10 more and stopped. "Okay, get up." He helped me get to my feet. I snivelled, tears still running down my face. He guided me to the desk.

"Wait here." Oh Zeus. What am I waiting for? The ruler is in the desk drawer so it can't be that. My legs felt like jelly as I stood by the desk. He walked back from the little closet, carrying the school strap in his hand.

My eyes widened and I backed against the desk. There was a school strap and paddle, and I hardly hear of them being used. All I know is that they're for serious offenses.

"Noo, Daddy please I can't take it! I've had enough!" I pleaded, ugly crying. I already am in a world of hurt, and you could probably fry eggs on my butt.

He looked at me sternly and sighed, massaging his temples. I could see the pain in his eyes, which made me cry harder.

"You're getting 10. Now what is this for?"

I choked back my sobs. "For disrespecting you, the teacher and the principal, and not listening." He nodded. "Bend over the desk."

I stretched my torso across the desk, waiting. "Hold onto the edge and don't reach back." I gripped the edge tightly, my knuckles white.

CRACK!! I bit my lip, tasting metal. CRACK! A new line of fire leapt across. He finished up the rest, and I just layed there, keening.

He put down the strap and picked me up, hugging me tightly. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling utterly exausted. But still loved.