Daddy's Second Thoughts (M/f)
© Guyspencer 2012
Daddy’s Second Thoughts
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Yes, I stole those words from Dickens, but they fit that day’s events perfectly. So was that the “best” or the “worst” day of my parenthood? I still don’t know! I‘ll never forget the darkness of my mood after I received that phone call from her school. My “little teen angel” had been caught cheating.
Damn!
So why do I remember that day so fondly? Perhaps it was because this was the first time she really seemed to understand why she needed punishment. Always before, she made me feel like a heel for spanking her. But this incident ended in mutual tearful forgiveness. Certainly part of it was the way she allowed me to tuck her into bed afterwards. Mostly, it was because I felt that we had really made a connection that evening. It certainly wasn’t because that was the first and only day I ever spanked her with a belt, because that was a sad experience.
Or was it?
It isn’t often that a parent gets to wrap a duty in such a neat package; crime, punishment, and closure, all in the same day.
So why do I feel guilty?
Fortunately, my ugly mood didn’t last as long as the trip to school. By the time I arrived my initial snit had matured into sorrowful parental concern. She was waiting in the office. As always happens at times like these, my resolve wavered the moment I saw her angelic face. But ultimately I ended up rising to the occasion and doing exactly the right thing.
I think.
I wanted to believe her. I always want to believe her. Thank God she hadn’t claimed innocence, because I might have found a way to believe. She did insist that this was the first and only time she had ever tried cheating. Judging from what Mr. Foster tells me, that’s likely true. Judging from her reaction to her punishment, I’m willing to bet it’s also the last time she tries cheating. For any parent, that’s the perfect outcome.
Right?
Thankfully, Mr. Foster was alert. He caught her the very first time. That let me give Sue exactly the lesson she needed at precisely the right moment; a lesson that will last her for life. This was a problem that never had a chance to fester and grow. In a single day, Sue was able to try crime and experience the resulting punishment. She will remember that lesson for life, remember the only time her bare bottom ever felt the sting of leather.
I hope.
I know what you’re thinking! You’re picturing my daughter half naked, bent over, and with those first belt marks on her shapely little bottom. A strapping hurts, but perhaps losing her pants and (especially) her panties was the worst part for Sue. She tried hard to negotiate some alternative, but I stood firm. As she doffed them, she cried. Still, I gave her every consideration possible under the circumstances. I turned my back as she removed them and put herself into position. That preserved her modesty...
At least temporarily.
If only her mother were still with us! Sue has the figure of a woman, so making her uncover her body felt wrong. But on the other hand, I was doing my parental duty.
So some say.
Her first tears were just alligator tears, intended to tug at my heart and hopefully induce me to cut her punishment short. It almost worked, but true tears of contrition are impossible to fake. When she realized that her punishment wouldn’t end quickly, she panicked a bit and tried to stand. I restrained her with my left hand while my right hand continued to do its parental duty. Then she started ineffectually kicking, showing me far more than I wanted to see in the process. Finally she arrived at the proper mental state. She cried real tears and showed real remorse.
At least, I hope that’s what it was.
Anyhow, the deed was done. Looking back, there’s no doubt that Sue is far better for the experience. So is that why I feel good about it? No! Wait! I can’t feel good about it. It was a terrible experience.
Wasn’t it?
© Guyspencer 2012
posted by guy at 2:00 PM
2 Comments:
Hey Guy, I really like your stories. I cannot stand how some authors write multiple instances of "smack" and "crack". You write the actual spanking scene itself very well. Most authors don't understand that (for most readers) the most interesting part of the story is what happens before the spanking; the preparation and the aftermath. I'm glad I found your site.
Oh, one little nitpick (sorry) a contemptible person is a "heel" not a "heal". I thought you'd want to know... I would.
I felt these exact self talks the first (and only so far) time I used an impliment on my daughter's bare bottom. She was five. I told her if she touched anything else she was going into the cart for a timeout, then she grabbed something else asked if I would get it for her. Then she ran away from me when I told her to get in the grocery cart, and out the door of the store and straight into the parking lot without even looking. Luckily her little brother wasn't with us that day, and there were no cars coming. I ran after her, scooped her up, and walked straight to the ladies room with her. I was too upset at the time to punish her, so I set her down and stood in front of the door and told her "I want you to try to use the potty, because when I calm down I'm going to spank your bare bottom until it turns red, and when I got a hard spanking like that at your age I accidentally peed on my dad." She wasn't sure whether to be scared of the coming punishment or entertained by the thought of Mommy peeing on Grandpa's leg while getting spanked herself. After she giggled and used the toilet, I sat down on the same toilet and set her on my lap for a talk about why I was about to spank her, and what she could expect, and that I didn't expect her to be quiet or very cooperative but she should do her best best not to fight me because I don't want anyone to get hurt. Then I gave her bare bottom a hand spanking. After only five medium slaps she was panicking and screaming like I was killing her, but I doubled that and then said "you can't run away from me when I tell you to come to me. I can't keep you safe if you run from me. Now I'm going to spank you with my shoe for running into the road, because it was both disobedient and VERY dangerous. You could have died or been hurt very badly, and forever." Then I took off my flip flop with my spanking hand while still holding her over my lap with the other, and used it like a paddle to smack her bottom until it had a bit of color to it - only about 8-10x, but that's quite an ordeal for a five year old feeling it for the very first time. When I was satisfied, I dropped the shoe and whispered soothing words while wiping the hair out of her face until she calmed down some. As soon as I helped her up she launched herself into my arms for a big hug and snivelled "I'm sorry Mommy, I'll never do it again. I promise! I'm so sorry Mommy." I hugged her tightly and told her I love her and I hope she never does it again too because as much as her bottom hurt, causing that pain hurt ME even more. But it's my job to discipline her and she'll get even more if she chooses to repeat the offenses. Because I love her too much to let her get away with doing anything so naughty and dangerous. We stayed that way for a long time, then I helped her wipe her face and we went back to the shopping cart. I said "in you go" and she balked. I said "you got spanked for running away from the timeout. The consequence is still there, and now you have to serve it with a sore bottom." She gave me a nervous smile and asked "can I PLEASE just have one more chance to not touch stuff?" I asked "do we NEED to go discuss this further in the restroom?" She jumped in the cart and sat down so quick I thought that would have been uncomfortable on an UNspanked butt, but she didn't jump back up. She just yelped once and then couldn't sit still for the five minutes she had to sit in the cart as a timeout. And she has yet to run from me again when I tell her to come to me. Or to into a street or other car throughway without either making sure it's safe or hearing me say okay. She's nine now and I haven't paddled her since that day.
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