by Jay Lawrence
"What did I tell you before we left the house this evening?"
Victoria swallowed. She was already crying.
"You, you said I was to be a good girl, Da-Daddy."
Daddy's voice was very calm but very stern.
"Yes, Victoria. You were clearly told to be a good girl at the restaurant. And have you been a good girl?"
Victoria gulped, her whole body shaking with a mixture of misery, nerves and a strange kind of excitement.
"N-no, Daddy."
"What happens to naughty little girls who can't behave, Victoria?"
Victoria sobbed.
"They, they get their bare bottoms spanked, Daddy."
"Yes, Victoria, they do. You were told to be behave and instead of being a good girl, you played with the bread and made a fuss about eating your meatballs. As a result, you got no dessert and now you will go over my knees for a long hard bare bottom spanking."
Victoria stamped her foot.
"But Daddy, I wasn't that naughty! I was good most of the time!"
Daddy's voice darkened like a thundery sky.
"Over my knees."
"It's not fair! I ate all my meatballs!"
Daddy reached up and pulled Victoria, struggling furiously, over his knees. She was crying hard, her face crimson and tear-stained, her mouth open in a babyish wail.
"P-please don't spank me, Daddy!"
Daddy paid no attention and flipped up Victoria's dress. Her bottom was wriggling around desperately as she kicked and screamed. He was going to get a lot of satisfaction from spanking her hard. She certainly deserved it. Her panties were transparent and lacy, showing off her round firm bottom. Daddy took hold of the waistband and firmly tugged them down, exposing two vulnerable milky white cheeks.
"No! Please, Daddy!"
Daddy placed the palm of his hand against Victoria's helpless, squirming bare bottom. He knew she was not just very upset but also a very excited, aroused little girl. Her pussy was extremely wet.
"Naughty little girls who can't behave in public get their panties taken down and their bare bottoms thoroughly spanked, Victoria. It's for your own good. You must obey your Daddy."
Victoria writhed and pushed her bottom against Daddy's hand. Her passion ebbed as she felt Daddy's strength pinning her down. He was so much bigger and stronger than she was. That made her feel safe and secure but also a little bit scared. Daddy raised his hand and brought it down sharply against the fleshiest part of Victoria's bottom.
"Ow! Daddy!"
"What should little girls do, Victoria?"
Victoria snuffled like a piglet.
"Be-behave!"
"Yes, Victoria. They – should – behave."
Daddy punctuated his sentence with three really hard smacks and Victoria's bottom quivered and began to turn pink. She squirmed and sobbed. She knew Daddy was right. He continued to spank her with his bare hand until her bottom was hot and very red. Her anger vanished and she began to submit nicely rather than kicking and trying to pull away. The spanking really hurt but it was not as bad as the terrible switch. Finally, Daddy stopped spanking. Victoria's bottom throbbed.
"Now, you will stand in the corner with your panties round your ankles and your dress raised to show your naughty well-spanked bottom."
Meekly, Victoria shuffled across the rug to the nearest corner. She did exactly as Daddy told her. Her very damp panties lay in a crumpled mess about her ankles and she lifted her dress to show her hot, red, sore bottom. She felt strangely happy because she knew Daddy really loved her. None of her previous boyfriends had ever cared enough to discipline her. Only Daddy. Her bottom tingled and her pussy was swollen and slick with juice. She knew Daddy was sitting in his chair watching her very closely. She knew that it disappointed him when she let him down and that he had to punish her to make her good. She loved Daddy so very much.
After a few minutes of corner time, Daddy called to Victoria.
"Come here, angel."
His voice had changed, become quite gentle and tender. Victoria knew that Daddy had forgiven her for being a silly naughty girl. She stepped out of her panties and rushed over to the punishment chair, kneeling at Daddy's feet.
"I'm so sorry, Daddy," she whispered, laying her head on Daddy's lap. Daddy stroked Victoria's hair. He understood that she really meant to be a good girl. But naughty little girls will be naughty little girls...
* * * *
The next day was Saturday and Daddy decided that they would take a little outing to the park. Victoria was very pleased. She loved going for walks with Daddy. Before they left the house, Daddy would tell her what kind of clothes to put on, so she didn't do anything silly like try to wear high-heeled sandals on a wet day.
"Remember, Vicky. I love you just as you are. To me you are the prettiest little girl in the world and always will be. You don't have to dress up to please me."
Victoria thought of Daddy's kind words as she pulled on cozy pants and a sweater. They made her feel very warm inside and cherished, the way all little girls should feel.
At the park, Daddy took Victoria's hand and they walked along the pathways, not talking of much in particular, just happy to be out together. Victoria felt very peaceful. After a while, they came to the big glasshouse and went inside for a break from the cold damp weather. As always, Victoria looked at the big orange goldfish in the pool. She was leaning over a little wooden bridge, watching the fish swim slowly around, when a movement caught her eye. She glanced up. There was a very attractive young woman on the other side of the glasshouse. Daddy was looking at her. Victoria's heart sank. She returned to gazing at the fish but they had suddenly lost their appeal. The young woman was very beautiful. Prettier than Victoria. She was wearing very tight grey pants which showed off her neat little bottom and she had a waist-length mass of glossy dark hair. Victoria felt very strange inside but she decided not to say anything. She knew Daddy would be very cross with her and it would spoil the lovely afternoon. So she bit her bottom lip and stayed silent.
"Can we go outside again, please, Daddy?"
Daddy looked down at Victoria in mild surprise.
"Certainly, if you want to, sweetheart. Have you had enough of watching the fish?"
"Yes, thank you, Daddy."
Victoria took Daddy's hand and gently tugged him in the direction of the glasshouse doors, deliberately leading him away from the girl in the grey pants. She saw his eyes swoop in once last time to appraise the girl's bottom and she began to feel almost annoyed. She thought Daddy had said that she was the prettiest little girl in the whole wide world. Why did he have to look at other girls? She began to feel quite stubborn, though her real problem was insecurity.
Outside, the air felt colder than before, after the warmth of the glasshouse. Victoria shivered and Daddy reached down to fasten the top button of her jacket.
"We mustn't have you catching cold, angel."
Victoria blushed. She knew, in her heart of hearts, that Daddy loved her very much and would never do anything to hurt her. Oh dear. Had she been silly about the pretty girl in the glasshouse? She decided not to say anything, not to be a nuisance. She was sure Daddy didn't really mean to look at the other girl or not in a bad way, anyway. She stood up on her tiptoes and planted a big kiss on Daddy's cheek.
"I love you, Daddy!" she smiled.
They continued their walk around the park, looking at the wintry gardens. There weren't many flowers left but it was just lovely to be out walking with Daddy. Victoria felt very special, as she always did when they were out together and she had her Daddy all to herself. They sat down on a bench, although it was quite chilly and Daddy gave her a cuddle. Little birds hopped on the ground nearby looking for crumbs. Victoria was as happy as she had ever felt in her life. Then something else happened. Daddy's head turned to one side and Victoria followed his gaze. Not too far away another young woman was walking. Like the girl in the glasshouse, she was prettier than Victoria and slimmer too. She wore a long, figure-huggi
ng skirt and her bottom wriggled as she walked. Daddy's eyes followed the young woman until she was out of sight. Victoria began to feel very upset. She folded her arms and stiffened her body against Daddy's as if she didn't want him to cuddle her any more.
"I'm cold."
The words came out petulantly and Daddy raised an eyebrow.
"Are you indeed? Well, we had best do something about that. Would you like some hot chocolate?"
Victoria swallowed. She loved going for hot chocolate with Daddy on a cold winter day. It was one of her favorite treats and Daddy didn't let her do it very often because he didn't like her to have many sugary things. Hot chocolate was reserved for those days when Victoria had been a very good, very well-behaved little girl. She bit her lip, terribly conflicted. She knew that if she made a fuss about Daddy looking at the other girls he would be very cross and she would not have her hot chocolate and probably be sent to bed early with a very sore, very hot red bottom.
"Yes, please, Daddy."
Victoria's voice sounded rather flat. Daddy knew something was wrong.
"What is it, Vicky? Are you feeling unwell?"
Victoria decided to play Daddy for sympathy. She blushed as she told the little lie.
"Kind of. I have a sore tummy."
Daddy looked concerned and Victoria felt even more guilty.
"Only a little bit of a sore tummy. Nothing, really."
Daddy looked at her intently.
"Perhaps you shouldn't have any hot chocolate. It's very rich and might upset your tummy even more."
Victoria began to feel quite annoyed. Why was Daddy always right about things? He was always one step ahead of her. Usually she loved that feeling but sometimes, when she was cross about something, it got under her skin and made her mad. She wanted to kick Daddy sometimes. She knew if she ever did that, however, that he would take the terrible switch and whip her bare bottom to a mass of welts. She wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. She kicked her heels against the base of the bench instead.
"Daddy, why did you look at the girl in the glasshouse?"
The words tumbled out in an emotional rush. Victoria couldn't help herself. She could not keep them inside any longer.
Daddy looked at her, perplexed.
"What girl in the glasshouse, Vicky?"
Victoria felt confused. How could Daddy look at a girl's bottom and not remember? Was he playing games with her? He did remember but he didn't want to say so. She began to feel even more annoyed. Daddy was not going to make it easy for her to say what was on her mind.
"The one with the tight grey pants", she muttered, her teeth gritted. Daddy smiled.
"Oh, right. The pretty young lady with the nice bottom."
Victoria felt awful. Daddy did mean to look, after all. She hadn't imagined it. Daddy had looked at another girl's bottom and liked it. Victoria thought of her own bottom. Like many little girls, she was not always confident about the way she looked. She privately thought that her bottom was a bit plump but Daddy told her he liked it.
"Oh."
Daddy frowned.
"What is this about, Vicky?"
Victoria continued kicking her heels against the base of the bench. She was filled with a strange mix of feelings and she didn't know what to do about them. She knew Daddy would be very annoyed if she made a big fuss but the feelings inside her were building up like a head of steam. She wanted to let them out.
"Daddy, you looked at the girl in the long slinky skirt too."
Daddy looked exasperated.
"What girl in a long slinky skirt? What, you mean the redhead who walked by a few minutes ago?"
Victoria nodded, her eyes filling with tears.
"Yes. You told me that I am the prettiest little girl in the world, Daddy. You said that just this morning. You told me you don't care what I wear, that I don't have to dress up in fancy clothes to look nice. And then you look at other girls. You watch their bottoms. It's not fair, Daddy!"
Daddy looked very cross. Victoria's heart sank. She knew she had gone too far but she had to say what was on her mind. She had felt like an invisible little girl when Daddy looked at the other girls, as if she was no longer special and the only one in the world.
Daddy was very quiet. Finally, he spoke.
"Victoria, I am not going to police myself when we are out together in public. If I want to look at other young ladies' bottoms, I will. In fact, if I feel like sitting on a park bench all day watching pretty girls, that is exactly what I will do. Do you understand?"
Victoria did not reply. What Daddy was saying was too hard and painful for her to accept. Finally she whispered.
"But I don't want you to, Daddy."
"That doesn't matter to me, Victoria. You are just a little girl. You do not have the right to tell your Daddy to do anything. Do you understand?"
Victoria knew that what Daddy was saying was right. She knew that he was the Daddy and she was his little girl and that he was the one who told her what to do, not the other way round. It was her place to obey not his. Usually, that was what they both wanted, more than anything else in the whole world. Obeying Daddy gave Victoria a wonderful feeling inside most of the time. She felt hurt and lost, as if she wanted to cry.
"But why do you want to look at other girls, Daddy? Am I not enough for you?"
Daddy sighed.
"Victoria, you are more than enough for me. Just because I happen to look at pretty girls walking by, it does not mean that I want them to be my little girl. You are my little girl."
Victoria's eyes filled with tears. She was very confused and conflicted. Worst of all, she knew she had spoiled a lovely afternoon.
"I'm sorry Daddy but I just hated you watching those other girls. It made me feel all funny inside. It gave me a sore tummy."
Daddy laughed.
"Did it indeed? Well, I am going to give you a sore bottom when we get home to take your mind off your imaginary sore tummy. Listen to me, you little wretch. I love you, Vicky. I have done almost since the day I met you. There are many, many gorgeous young ladies for me to look at but there is only one Victoria. You are being a very, very silly girl."
Victoria pouted. She heard Daddy say that he loved her and that she was the only one for him. The vulnerable part of her also heard him mention the "many, many gorgeous young ladies" and she still felt awful. She wished she were as beautiful as Miss World. Maybe then Daddy wouldn't have to look at any other girls. Thoughts of changing her hairstyle and going on a terribly strict diet passed through her silly mind.
Daddy took Victoria's hand.
"Come along. We are going home. No hot chocolate for you, miss. Just a hard bare bottom hairbrushing and then bed."
Victoria felt very angry indeed and rather frightened too. The hairbrush hurt much more than Daddy's bare hand. It was not as dreadful as the switch but it could be very, very painful.
"I didn't mean..."
Daddy placed one finger against Victoria's lips.
"Enough. You will be quiet, Victoria. I've had more than enough of this nonsense."
Victoria's eyes opened wide in indignation.
"It's not nonsense, Daddy! I saw what you did! You looked at the other girls' bottoms! They were nicer bottoms than mine."
Victoria began to slide into a pool of self-pity.
Daddy's face was as dark as thunder.
"Victoria, what part of "enough" did you not understand?"
Victoria ignored him. She tossed her head willfully but did not reply. Daddy was very angry. This did not happen very often so she knew she was in a lot of trouble. If she continued being insolent and disobedient the switch might come out. Victoria pushed that thought to the back of her mind. It was too awful to think about.
Daddy took her face in his hands and looked intently into her eyes. She wanted to shut them.
"What part of "enough" did you not understand, Victoria?"
Victoria began to feel dizzy. She had gone too far. She had a terrible sinking feel
ing in the pit of her stomach. She had really annoyed Daddy.
"I don't know," she mumbled.
Daddy's voice was very level, very firm but with an edge that told her she had crossed the line into very naughty behavior.
"I told you to stop and you didn't. What is that called, Victoria?"
Victoria did not want to answer. She knew what it was called but did not want to admit she had been so naughty.
"What is it called, Victoria?"
Victoria knew Daddy would keep asking the question until she replied. Her voice cracked as she whispered "Disobedience."
"Yes, Victoria. It was disobedience. And what happens when you are disobedient?"
Victoria's heart was beating like a drum.
"You spank me."
Daddy's voice was very serious.
"Yes, Victoria. I take your panties down and I spank your bare bottom very hard indeed until you cry. And that, alas, is exactly what is going to happen when we get home. You will bring me the hairbrush and I will apply it long and hard to your behind until I get my message across. Am I clear?"
Victoria could not reply for the awful lump in her throat. She wanted to cry.
"Am-I-clear?"
"Y-yes, Daddy."
Daddy's voice was so serious and so terrible that Victoria felt as if she wanted to run away.
The walk back home was not a happy one. Sometimes Victoria dragged her feet and held back, prompting Daddy to take her very firmly by the wrist and propel her forwards. Victoria wished a hole would open up in the ground and swallow her. She did not want a long hard bare bottom hairbrushing. Or, at least, a big part of her didn't. One part of her understood that she badly needed Daddy to discipline her for she couldn't seem to discipline herself. It was a rather sad and flushed little girl who arrived home and stood waiting for Daddy's direction in the hallway. Daddy took off his jacket and hung it on the hook by the door. Victoria watched the strong muscles in his arms flex. He was a powerful man and she was just a vulnerable little girl. Part of her became very excited at that thought and her panties got damp. Daddy's "coming home" routine seemed to be going on forever. Victoria felt dizzy. She didn't want to go over Daddy's knees for a hard lesson from the hairbrush. Or did she? She knew that Daddy was right and she wanted his big strong arms to wrap around her and keep her safe from everything, including herself. Insecurity was very self-destructive. Finally, Daddy looked at Victoria. She felt a kind of electric jolt, a thrilling sensation that was a mix of fear and sex. Her panties were soaked, her nipples very hard.