by Jay Lawrence
"Victoria, go to the bedroom and fetch the hairbrush. I will be waiting for you in the sitting room."
"Y-yes, Daddy."
Victoria's legs felt very wobbly as she climbed the stairs to fetch the hairbrush. It sat on the little table beside their bed. That was its place, always in view and ready for action, should Daddy decide to warm Victoria's bottom before bedtime. But, as daddy always said, there were spankings and spankings. Some spankings were for fun and to turn Victoria and Daddy on. They didn't really hurt, just a bit of stinging and delicious heat that made Victoria wriggle over Daddy's lap and her pussy moisten and her little clit swell and tingle. Punishment spankings were something else. They hurt a lot and they were meant to. Little girls should not disobey their Daddies.
Slowly, fearfully, Victoria crept downstairs with the hairbrush. The sitting room door was open, the cheerful glow from the fire spilling into the hallway. Victoria shuffled across the cold floor of the hall in her socks, feeling as if she wanted to cry. She was about to get a very, very sore bottom.
Daddy sat in the punishment chair, his arms folded, looking very serious. Victoria held out the hairbrush. She was trembling. She felt so vulnerable when Daddy decided she needed to be spanked.
"Give me the hairbrush, Victoria and then kneel."
Victoria did as she was told, going down on her knees before her Daddy. This was a good reminder of her place in his life. She wanted to look up at him with her beseeching blue eyes and maybe even beg for his mercy but she knew it wouldn't work. Once Daddy had decided to spank her nothing would change his mind. He was very stubborn that way. Victoria knew, in her heart of hearts, that she would actually hate it if Daddy did change his mind and gave in to her girlish tricks. She would hate that with a passion.
Daddy tapped the back of the hairbrush against the palm of his hand. Every time he did that, Victoria felt another electric jolt surge deep inside her pussy. They weren't quite orgasms but close. She felt intensely aroused in a vulnerable, nervous little girl way. None of her other boyfriends had made her feel these electric shocks, only Daddy. Daddy held the special key to her kind of lock.
"Pull down your pants and your panties, Victoria."
Victoria could hardly breathe. She knew she had to do exactly as Daddy said or he would get extremely annoyed with her. She pulled down the cozy winter pants and the pretty lacy panties underneath, revealing a very vulnerable bare bottom which trembled along with the rest of her. She loved kneeling before Daddy. It reminded her that she was not a big person like he was. She was just a little girl with no rights. Her place was beneath Daddy, obeying him. He told her that was all she had to remember in life. That obeying Daddy was the secret to their happiness. It was true.
"Victoria, why are you going to be spanked with the hairbrush?"
Victoria's face turned very red. She remembered the nonsense about the girl in the grey pants and the redhead in the slinky skirt. It all seemed long ago and far away and somehow irrelevant. How could she have thought that Daddy was really interested in those girls? She wanted to confess her silliness and naughtiness.
"I was jealous, Daddy. I didn't like you looking at other girls."
Daddy smiled. Victoria got the impression that he wanted to laugh but was keeping it in.
"Yes, Victoria. You were jealous. And you know, don't you, that you have absolutely no reason to be envious of any other girl?"
Victoria gulped. Tears of shame were not far away.
"Y-yes, Daddy!"
Daddy continued tapping the hairbrush against the palm of his hand and Victoria's skin ruffled with gooseflesh. She could not bear the tension. Daddy was going to prolong this spanking and really teach her a lesson.
"I like looking at attractive girls, Victoria. Most men do. It doesn't mean anything. If I look at a pretty girl, does it mean I am going to throw you away and run off with her? No, of course not. You are my little girl."
Victoria gasped. She realized that some silly frightened voice deep inside her must have thought that Daddy would prefer the other girls to her. Daddy was very wise to understand that. The heat from the fire warmed her bare bottom as she knelt before Daddy, waiting for her punishment. Finally, Daddy gestured to his lap.
"Victoria, I love you and would never do anything to hurt you. I know you are a sensitive little girl and I am sorry you felt hurt when I looked at other girls. I'm sorry because you should know better. You should know that you are Daddy's only girl."
Victoria clambered over Daddy's knees, her pants and panties about her ankles. She did not make a fuss and struggle and kick. She wanted Daddy to punish her for she knew that she really had been a very silly little girl. Every day, Daddy showed her how much he loved her and told her too. The girls in the park meant nothing to him. They were no more than pretty birds or flowers, something nice to look at but quickly forgotten.
Victoria felt the cool smooth back of the hairbrush against her bare bottom. She knew it was going to hurt and she would cry but she wanted Daddy to spank her hard. She had made him feel sad by doubting his love for her.
Daddy held Victoria firmly with his free arm and she knew it was going to be a very sore spanking.
"I'll teach you whose little girl you are. Once and for all."
With that, Daddy brought the hairbrush down on Victoria's bare bottom very hard and very fast. Victoria cried out in pain and distress. The hairbrush really hurt. Much more than Daddy's bare hand. It was a hard, stingy, burning kind of punishment and Daddy was showing Victoria no mercy. The spanks landed one after the other in rapid succession and it wasn't long before Victoria's bottom was very red and very hot. She wanted to submit to the spanking completely but it hurt so much that she could not help wriggling around and trying to escape. Daddy's arm held her down. Victoria heard him breathing hard as he concentrated on keeping her in position and disciplining her soundly. Her bottom felt as if it was on fire.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Daddy!"
On and on Daddy spanked with the hairbrush. Victoria writhed in pain, sometimes squeezing her bottom cheeks together to fight the discomfort but most often just wriggling around like a fish on a hook. Her little feet kicked impotently on the rug and Daddy ignored them. He was far too big and way too strong for Victoria.
Smack, smack, smack.
"Ow, Daddy! It hurts!"
Daddy paid no attention to Victoria's frantic cries. He was going to teach her a lesson she would remember for a very long time. Preferably, he thought to himself, for the rest of their lives. He spanked Victoria's bare bottom with the hairbrush until it was a deep red, so sore that she would not be able to sit down. There would be bruises on it the next day and they would be a nice reminder of the lesson.
Finally, Daddy stopped and put down the hairbrush. Victoria's face was almost as flushed as her naughty bottom and she was sobbing helplessly.
"I-I'm s-so sorry, D-Daddy!"
Daddy stroked Victoria's bottom and she convulsed with arousal. Pussy juice dribbled down the inside of Victoria's thighs. She had really needed that long hard hairbrushing.
"I know you are, honey. You know that Daddy loves you and you alone. You were a silly jealous little girl and made a fuss over nothing and you got your bottom spanked very hard by your Daddy as a result."
"Yes, Daddy."
Victoria parted her thighs and ground her hips over Daddy's lap. Being a good girl for her Daddy and being punished very soundly when she was naughty was all she understood. Daddy laughed.
"It seems I have a very horny little girl to deal with now. I knew you needed that hairbrushing, young lady. On more than one level."
"Yes, Daddy," smiled Victoria, suddenly feeling like the happiest little girl in the whole wide world.
* * * *
On Monday morning it was back to the normal weekday routine. Daddy went to work at the office and left Victoria with a detailed list of instructions for her day. He knew that if she wasn't kept fully occupied, her girlish mind would soon turn to thoughts of mischief
and naughty tantrums would be the end product. Daddy was a kind man but he also had very high standards for his little girl. Victoria was expected to eat exactly what she was told to for breakfast and lunch, do her exercises, take a brisk twenty minute walk, plus see to whatever household chores needed to be done. If she kept to Daddy's program as closely as she could, Victoria found that the day passed quite quickly and she managed to stay out of trouble. Daddy would arrive home at 6pm and he wouldn't have to lecture her and pull down her panties for a spanking. Everything, in fact, went very smoothly. But on those odd days when Victoria's hormones got the better over her or a silly thought took root and grew into an overblown preoccupation, things did not go so well. The longer Victoria lived with Daddy, the more she found that her bad days were very few and far between. Basically, she loved doing things to please Daddy. In fact, she lived for it. When he looked at her at the end of the day and praised her for a day well spent, she felt like the happiest little girl in the world.
Victoria looked at the piece of paper which was stuck to the fridge door.
Breakfast – one slice of wholegrain toast, not too much butter, sugar-free fruit spread.
That was so boring. When Daddy found Victoria, she had been quite overweight. Not fat but plump with a little bit of a double chin. Daddy explained to Victoria that she was not doing her health any favors and that underneath the extra layer of fat there was a gorgeous little girl waiting to come out. He had put Victoria onto a strict diet and exercise program and she had lost all the excess pounds. She looked and felt so much better and the pleased expression on Daddy's face when he looked at her in her pretty lingerie and saw a sexy girl with a round, firm bottom, made Victoria's heart swell with joy. But diets could be so dull...
Victoria opened the fridge door to take out the fruit spread. There was nothing wrong with it but it was a bit dull. It tasted a bit like watered down jam. She sighed. She'd almost rather skip breakfast altogether but that wasn't a healthy thing to do and Daddy would be very cross if he knew she hadn't eaten at all. He wanted a slim, healthy girl not a hungry, out of sorts one. There were lots of nice things in the fridge. Most of the time Daddy and Victoria ate the same kind of things, just in different amounts, but there were some things that Daddy could eat that Victoria was not allowed. Like cake.
Oh, yummy.
Victoria peered inside the fridge. On a plate sat a large slice of chocolate cake, her very favorite kind with the whipped cream and dark cherries on it. She stared at it, transfixed. It was a very big slice and it looked absolutely delicious. Victoria imagined how the soft cream would melt on her tongue and how sweet and juicy the cherries would taste. She thought of the yielding, moist texture of the chocolate sponge cake and the way it would stick to her lips. She shut the fridge door with a thud. Suddenly she felt horribly, frighteningly tempted. She had been so good about her diet because she really wanted to please Daddy. She loved it when she could pull on a pair of size 4 pants and cry out gleefully "Look, Daddy! Look how slender I am now!" It made her feel like a million dollars. Eating cake did not help you get into size 4 pants. Victoria took a slice of bread from a packet and stuck it in the toaster. Boring, boring toast again. She knew she had to be good, no matter how hard it was and how tempted she sometimes felt to cheat. Pleasing Daddy was worth the effort.
The morning passed and Victoria did her exercises and went for her brisk twenty minute walk. When she returned home, breathing hard as Daddy said she must, she thought of the chocolate cake again. It was such a big slice. Daddy would not notice if she ate just the teensiest weensiest portion. She could take a very sharp knife and just carve a sliver off one side of the cake. Surely Daddy was not intending to eat such an enormous portion all by himself, anyway. If he did that, maybe he would get fat. Victoria tiptoed across the kitchen, feeling incredibly sneaky even though she was quite alone in the house. She opened the fridge door. The first thing she saw was the glass full of carrot and celery sticks which she was allowed to snack on if she got really hungry between meals. Victoria did not really like celery and she preferred her carrots cooked. The luscious chocolate cake beckoned to her, all sweet and moist and utterly delicious. Victoria picked up the plate. Her whole body was trembling slightly as it always did when she knew she was doing something that Daddy would not approve of. She thought of him sitting in his office, working very hard, and she felt very guilty. She almost put the cake plate back in the fridge.
Just a teensy weensy taste. That's all. That won't matter. Daddy wouldn't really mind.
Victoria told little lies to herself as she put the plate on the kitchen table and went to find a sharp knife. She knew very well that Daddy would mind even if he knew that she had licked the cake. He had forbidden her to have any cake at all and an order was an order. If she disobeyed it was a very long, very hard bare bottom spanking.
The little devil on Victoria's shoulder was enjoying itself.
Cut carefully and you can have a whole little slice with a bit of everything on it, cream, cherries and cake too.
Shaking with nerves and naughty excitement, Victoria cut herself a very thin slice of cake. It toppled over sideways and made a telltale mess on the plate. She could clean that up with a piece of paper towel. It was too late to go back. The deed was done. She had to eat the little slice she had shaved off. Or throw it away and pretend it never happened. Victoria paused, dessert fork raised. She still had a choice. She hadn't eaten the cake. She could hide it in the garden. Daddy would never know and she would still be a good girl, sticking to her diet. She looked longingly at the cake.
Go on. You know you want it.
Devils on shoulders can be very persistent. Her heart thudding wildly, Victoria speared a morsel of cake and stuffed it into her mouth. To her surprise, it didn't taste as wonderful as she had expected. It was very, very sweet and the fact that she was not supposed to be eating it at all seemed to sour the experience. Victoria laid the fork down. She felt slightly sick. Daddy was right again. Chocolate cake was not good for little girls and certainly not in the morning and when she was forbidden it. Shamefully, Victoria cleaned up the plate as best she could and put it back in the fridge. She wrapped the sliver of cake in a piece of paper towel and took it out into the garden. She hid it behind Daddy's rose bushes. Then she slunk back into the house and did an extra set of tummy firming exercises because she felt so guilty.
At 6pm, Daddy came home from work. He was looking especially cheerful and he patted Victoria on the bottom when she rushed to meet him.
"That little bottom of yours is looking sexier every day, angel! Your diet and exercise are really paying off."
Victoria blushed hard. She could not help herself. She thought of the sliver of cake behind the rose bushes and hoped a squirrel had eaten it. Guilty paranoid thoughts of Daddy somehow finding the cake surged through her mind. She tried to look happy.
"Thank you, Daddy. I'm so glad you're pleased with me."
Victoria felt rather flat. She knew she had let Daddy down, really, so his compliment did not seem entirely deserved. She served dinner and they had a normal meal, perfectly pleasant, though Victoria kept sneaking anxious glances out of the kitchen window. When they had finished their main course, Daddy sat back in his chair and smiled.
"And now, Vicky, you will bring me that slice of chocolate cake in the fridge. It's been a long hard day and I think I deserve a treat."
Victoria stood up.
"Yes, Daddy."
Daddy smiled and put his arm around Victoria's waist.
"You weren't tempted by the cake, I hope?"
Victoria flushed, scarlet.
"I-I... No, Daddy."
Daddy looked at her intently.
"I hope you weren't tempted, Vicky."
"No, Daddy."
"Good."
Victoria opened the fridge door. The cake sat on its plate, as luscious and delicious as ever but strangely unappealing to the guilty, trembling little girl. She took it out and put it before Daddy
then got him a dessert fork.
"Get another fork, Vicky. I've decided that you have been such a good girl about sticking to your diet and exercise program that I will let you have one taste of my cake."
Victoria looked at Daddy in horror. Her eyes filled with tears of shame.
"But I can't! I don't want to!"
Daddy raised his eyebrows.
"You don't want a taste of chocolate cake, Vicky? I thought it was your favorite before I put you on your diet?"
Victoria nodded her head. She was unable to speak for the feelings of shame and guilt. Daddy was going to let her have a little mouthful of cake for being such a good girl. It was too much to bear. She burst into tears.
Daddy looked very concerned.
"Angel, what on earth is wrong?"
He pulled her gently onto his lap and Victoria sobbed pitifully on his shoulder.
"I took some! I was t-tempted! It wasn't much, Daddy! I'm s-sorry!"
Victoria's words tumbled out in a frantic, tearstained rush. Daddy let her sob until her crying and trembling subsided and then he spoke, in a very quiet, very stern voice.
"Victoria, you have been a very, very naughty little girl."
Victoria looked up, her face all blotchy and swollen with crying. She knew that tone of voice. When Daddy was very quiet and very stern she was in deep trouble. Her tummy turned to water and her legs began to shake.
"I didn't mean to, Daddy!"
Daddy looked very solemn.
"Yes, Victoria, you did. You must take full responsibility for your actions. You are not a baby. You are a big enough girl to know what is right and what is wrong. I told you that the chocolate cake was not for you, didn't I?"