a lesson in listening

     She'd lain in bed reading most of the day, her little doggy keeping her company.

     The first time he came in to check on her, he was actually able to sneak up on her because she was so engrossed in the story. He had a good chuckle at that, patted her bottom and kissed the top of her head before leaving the room. The second time he came in, about a half hour later, he was slightly annoyed that she didn't even look up to acknowledge him.

     "Baby," he said as he looked right at her.

     "Yes?" she replied, without taking her eyes from the page.

     He sighed. "How much longer are you going to read for?"

     "I dont know." her eyes moved along the lines of typed words, left to right, quickly. She was devouring every letter, hungry for the next.

     "Finish the chapter you're on and then set the book down for a bit. I'll be waiting for you in the living room." he told her firmly, walking out of the room. Normally, he didn't mind when she spent the day reading. He liked to bring her cups of hot coccoa and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crust cut off while she lay curled up beneath the blankets, her nose pressed into some romantic novel. This week, though, they hadn't been able to spend much time together. He'd been extremely busy with work, some nights coming home after she was fast asleep. He'd be damned if she was going to spend all of Saturday isolating herself with her book. He sat down on the overstuffed couch and flipped the tv on.

     She had heard him say to put the book down when she finished her chapter, but she was so interested in what was going to happen next, she just had to read the first page! Then, the last sentence on the page continued onto the next page, and once she finished the sentence, she reasoned that she had to finish the paragraph she was on for it to make sense. The more she read, the more engrossed she became and soon she'd forgotten all about his command to meet him in the living room.

     He watched the minutes tick by on the clock, wondering just how many pages there were in a chapter. It was nearing an hour and a half since he'd told her. He got up and walked purposefully into the bedroom. "Just what are you doing in here, little girl?" He closed the distance between the door and the bed in very little time, looking very cross.

     Her head snapped up, and her eyes showed a delicious mix of surprise, guilt and just the tiniest bit of fear. She folded the top corner of her page and closed the book, setting it down slowly on the night stand. "I'm sorry! I got caught up.."

     "Hmm. So you did finish the chapter you were on, then." he nodded. "What am I going to do with you, babygirl?" he asked, taking a handful of her hair and pulling her head against his chest.

     "Love me?" she giggled playfully, nuzzling her head against him.

     He couldn't help but smile at this. "Oh, I do love you, little one. But I think what you need right now is a good spanking!" he almost couldn't help the smile at her wide, astonished eyes once he'd said so.

     "Oh, no ... but Daddy, I didn't mean to be a bad girl! I was only going to read one more page....I don't want a spanking!" her bottom lip pushed out into a cute little pout and she blinked those big innocent blues at him.

     He shook his head. "You're not going to get out of this by acting all cutesey, babydoll. You disobeyed me, and that means a spanking. You know that, dont you?" his voice wasn't mean, but she knew he meant what he said.

     She nodded. "Yes sir,"

     He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his leg. "Come on, babygirl. Over my knee,"

     She obeyed immediately, hoping to buy herself some leniency. "Please Daddy, not too hard," she whispered, before clutching and burying her face in her doggy.

     "I'll spank you just as hard as you need to be spanked, little one." he told her lovingly as he started to swat her bottom. He began slowly, and not very hard at all. His big hand covered almost one whole cheek each time it landed, so it didn't take very long for her bum to be stinging. Once he was convinced that she was well warmed up, he slipped her panties down and started spanking on her bare bottom, hard.

     As he settled into a steady rythym, she started squirming and whimpering. "Oww, Daddy!"

     "Stay still, princess," he reminded her, not skipping a beat. When she threw her hand back, he grabbed it before she could reach her bottom and pinned it in the small of her back. "You know better than to put your hand back, don't you?" he asked her, disappointment hanging on his words.  

    "I'm sorrryyyyy, I didn't mean to! It just hurtss.." she wailed, her legs flailing. 

    He pinned her legs under one of his own and kept up his assault on her bright red cheeks. "Well of course it hurts, it's a spanking. If it didn't hurt, you wouldn't learn a thing." He paid some close attention to her thighs and sit spot now, speaking gently while he spanked. "I am not ever going to tell you that you can't read your books, because I love that you enjoy reading and its educational. BUT (which he punctuated with an extra hard smack!) I hardly saw you at all this week, so I was looking forward to spending today with you. I let you read for a couple of hours this morning, and then told you to finish up what you were reading and to meet me in the living room. I had put in a movie for us to watch but you never came out. Do you know how that made me feel?"

     She hadn't thought at all about how he would feel. She hadn't thought about anything but her book! What a silly girl she was! Her eyes filled with tears and she said, "I'm so sorry! I was being selfish and I got absorbed in my book! I should have listened to youuu." her backside was on fire and she was sad because she'd hurt Daddy's feelings. She realized that she really deserved this spanking, and she made an effort to lie still and take her punishment. She felt like there was a big bubble inside her chest and it grew bigger and bigger until suddenly, it burst and the tears were streaming down her face.

     He continued to spank her for another minute or so, before pausing to rub her throbbing bottom. He asked, "Are you ready to be my good girl again, sweetie?"

     "Yes sir!" she sniffled.

     "Alright, it's all over then babygirl." he pulled her panties up, helped her onto his lap and held her against him, his arms wrapped tight around her. He kissed her tears away and then held her tight against his chest until her sobs subsided. "Okay, are you ready to go have some lunch?" he asked. "I'll make you a peanut butter and banana sandwich, and we can eat in the living room just for today. How does that sound, sweetie?"

     She looked up at him, her cheeks streaked with tears, her eyes still glistening. Then she smiled the biggest, happiest smile he'd ever seen. "It sounds perfect!" she squealed, jumping off his lap and running to the door. "C'mon, Daddy..." she called, before turning and taking off for the kitchen.

     Shaking his head, he smiled and followed after her, full of adoration for his sweet little girl.

    

Stacy Gets a Reminder

     With his hand firmly wrapped around her wrist, he guided her to her knees before him. He sat on the edge of the bed, and took both her hands in his. "Why don't you start by telling me why we're here," he told her.        
     "Because I didn't listen to you," she whispered.
     He reached out and lifted her chin, until her eyes met his. "You weren't ashamed of it when you were disobeying me, right? So say it loud and clear. Why are we here?"
     Bottom lip quivering, she said, "Because I didn't listen to you."
     "That's right, you didn't listen to me. What did I tell you to do?"
     "To stop arguing my point and to take a break if I needed one..." it was in that moment, as she repeated his words back to him, that she realized what a dummy she'd been. He'd given her the opportunity to collect herself and get her attitude in check, and she totally blew it off.
     They were arguing over something stupid, and he'd told her to drop the subject. She just couldn't let it go, and brought it up again, continuing to argue her point. It was then he'd told her to stop and take a break. Of course, she hadn't listened, and pressed on .. which prompted him to send her immediately to their room to wait for him.
     He could tell by the look on her face that it had become clear to her that she'd made a mistake. "So, why didn't you just do that?" he wanted to know.
     "I'm really sorry," she told him quietly. "I don't know why I didn't listen to you. I should have ... I was too caught up in trying to prove what I was saying."
     "I'm very upset, Stacy. Having to punish you was not part of what I pictured tonights events to include. We were having a very nice time together until you started your bratty little argument." he scolded her.
     Her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry sir," she whimpered. "I didnt mean to ruin our night."
     He cupped her cheek with one hand, and said firmly, "You did not ruin our night, princess. But when I'm spanking your little butt I want you to remember that we could have been cuddling and watching tv instead. You just need to remember to be respectful and to listen to what I say. Do you understand?"
     She nodded. "Yes sir."
     "Good. Do you think you deserve to be punished?"
     Stacy squirmed in embarassment, her cheeks flushing bright red.
     "Answer me." he demanded.
     "Johnny.." she pleaded.
     "Do you deserve to be punished, Stacy? It's a simple question. Answer me."
     She hung her head, barely able to squeak out her response. "Yes, sirrr."
     He sighed. "I can't hear you,"
     "YES SIR." she snappped, frustrated.
     Johnny chuckled amusedly. "Oh, that's a nice little attitude to have right before you're about to get your ass blistered. Stand up."
     She whimpered, but stood up, her fingers nervously playing with the frayed edge of her jean skirt.
     "Lift up the skirt and take down whatver you have on for panties." he ordered. "Actually...take your skirt off too. Then you can go to the drawer and get the wooden spoon."
     Her eyes grew wide and she began pleading. "Oh please sir, can't you just use your hand? I'm really sorry!"
     Johnny shook his head. "I would have only been using my hand if you hadn't decided to get sassy just then. So get the skirt and panties off, and get the spoon. Now."
     Hanging her head, she did as she was told. The spoon felt light and innocent in her hand as she carried it over to her determined husband, but she knew as soon as she handed it over, it was going to morph into something evil.
     He held his hand out for it, and when she gave it to him, he nodded his head solemnly at her. "Is there anything else you'd like to say before we begin your punishment?"
     She lifted her sad eyes to meet his and whispered, "I'm just really sorry, sir. I know I should have listened to you."
     "Get over," he said, his voice gentle but firm. When she was situated over his lap, he said, "I hope this serves as a reminder to keep your temper in check and to listen to me when I speak to you." he started spanking her bare cheeks all over, watching them go from pale white to a flushed pink as she wriggled to avoid his stinging hand. "Stay still." he reminded her.
     "I'm tryyying sir .. it hurtss." she sniffled.
     "I know it hurts, baby...it wouldn't get your attention if it didn't. Right? It needs to hurt, so you'll learn your lesson. You earned this spanking .. take it like a good girl." he spanked her sit spots, hard, until she started crying softly. He stopped spanking, then, and started rubbing her sore bottom. He ran his fingers lightly over her burning sit spots. "Do you think you've learned anything, princess?"
     "Yesss," she cried. "No more arguing, and I'll listen from now on! Please Johnny, don't spank me anymore.."
     "You know what, sweet heart? We would have been done if you hadn't had that little attitude with me. You know I won't stand for that and I'm going to give you a dose of the wooden spoon to help you remember that." he told her, reaching for the spoon. He cracked it down across her pink flesh, and she squealed. As he settled into a more even pace, she started crying out and wiggling around. "Stay still," he told her, whacking her thighs.
     "I'm trying sirrrr," she wailed, wrapping her arms around his thigh and squeezing tight, gathering strength from him.
     "I know you're trying," he told her evenly. "But you're moving around, and I don't want to hit somewhere that I'm not aiming for. So try harder, hear me?"
     "Okaaaayy."
     He stopped. "Stand up."
     Stacy got to her feet slowly, a bewildered look on her face. She knew better than to think it was over, and she began getting nervous wondering what he was going to do next.
     He stood up, and pushed her down. "Bend over," he said as he guided her down. "Put your hands on the mattress, and spread your legs...wider." when she was positioned just as he wanted her, he picked up the spoon again and tapped it on the inside of her legs.
      She moaned. "Please, please not there..." she begged. She knows from first hand experience just how sensitive the skin is there, and she didn't want it to be smacked with the spoon. It made her wince to just imagine.
     "You're going to be my good girl for the rest of the night, right baby?" The spoon had only left her skin for a second before it landed again, white-hot, on the inside of her thigh.
     "OHH! Yesssiiirrrr,"
     He tapped the other thigh, and landed another searing blow to even her out. "Shhhh, shh." he whispered, soothing his hand over the stinging spots. He landed several more crisp swats to the insides of her thighs before focusing on the backs of her legs and her sit spots some more.
     She was crying long before it was over, and barely noticed he'd stopped until he was helping her to her feet.
     He gathered her onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms protectively around her. He kissed the side of her head. "I love you babygirl," he whispered into her tangled hair.
     "I love you too! I'm sorry I was a brat and argued with you, and that I didn't listen."
     He smiled at the clear shift in her attitude. He'd always known that a spanking made her more submissive, but this time, he could hear the difference in her voice. It was light and bubbly and ... child-like. It made his heart swell. "It's okay, sweetie. It's behind us now. Let's go make some popcorn and we can watch a movie." he told her gently, wiping the tear streaks from her face in one big swipe of his thumb on each side.
     They went on to have a lovely night, and Stacy was appropriately behaved for the remainder of their evening.