SMARTS!

by Jay Lawrence

  Victoria squirmed.

  "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, utterly miserable.

  "Victoria, what happens to little girls who disobey their Daddies on important matters?"

  Victoria cried out in fear. She knew what was coming.

  "No, Daddy!"

  Daddy pushed Victoria off his lap. She sank to her knees and clutched the legs of his pants.

  "Please don't switch me, Daddy! Please, don't!"

  Her voice was rising, becoming almost hysterical. The switch was a terrible thing, a long narrow piece of wood that stung and burned like a swarm of hornets. Victoria groveled pathetically. She was so scared she felt sick to her stomach. Daddy had only switched her twice before and each time she had had such a sore, bruised, welted bottom that she had had to sleep on her tummy for a week.

  Daddy looked grim.

  "That is enough, Victoria. Get up off your knees and stop being a silly girl. You know what happens when you disobey me. Go to the sitting room and take your panties down and bend over the punishment chair. I will be through shortly."

  Victoria stood up, trembling like a leaf. It was like a nightmare. Everything suddenly felt unreal and very, very unpleasant. She wanted to keep begging Daddy not to punish her but she knew he would not listen and, in fact, she would only earn more strokes of the switch for her efforts. She dragged herself along the hallway and into the sitting room, feeling physically ill. Her dinner sat in her stomach like a lead weight and she was nauseous. The switch was the worst thing in the world. And she deserved it. She had disobeyed Daddy over one of the important things. Disobeying Daddy was always, always wrong but when it was something major like her diet program it was much worse than playing with the bread at the restaurant or complaining about having to eat meatballs. It was even worse than telling Daddy he shouldn't look at pretty girls in the park. Victoria entered the sitting room. The punishment chair sat in its usual spot by the fire, looking especially menacing. She walked slowly over to it, truly feeling as if she was part of a very bad dream. She lifted her dress and pulled down her sheer white panties, the ones she had bought specially to please Daddy because he liked to see her bottom through the fine silky fabric. She leaned forwards and placed her hands, palms down on the seat of the chair, presenting her bare bottom to the empty room. And she waited for Daddy to come with the terrible switch.

  It felt like an eternity, the moments marked by the tick-tick-tick of the clock on the mantelpiece. Eventually, the sitting room door opened and Daddy came in. Victoria wanted to cry. Her heart was pounding so hard her entire body was trembling. Disobedience was a terrible, terrible thing. What had possessed her to disobey Daddy? She bit her lip in anguish, waiting for Daddy to speak.

  "Victoria, I am very disappointed in you, little girl."

  Victoria's eyes filled with hot, painful tears. She lived to please her Daddy and make him happy. His pleasure was the most important thing in the whole wide world to her. Disappointing Daddy was the worst thing of all. Why, she loved Daddy so very much, disappointing him was actually worse than getting a savage whipping from the awful cherry switch.

  "I-I-I'm sorry!"

  Victoria's voice sounded pale and pathetic in the warm sitting room. The heat from the fire was oppressive. It seemed to scorch Victoria's wicked bare bottom. She stood, bent forwards, shaking violently with nerves, every fiber of her being on fire with an intense sense of shame. Daddy placed a cool steady hand on the small of Victoria's back and she flinched involuntarily.

  "Victoria, are you allowed to eat chocolate cake without asking your Daddy's permission?"

  Victoria's face burned. Perspiration prickled her forehead. The room was so warm and her disgust in her dreadful behavior was complete. She wriggled in deep discomfort.

  "N-no, Daddy."

  Daddy took a handful of Victoria's hair and wrapped it about his fingers. It was a gesture he kept for those mercifully rare times when Victoria had been extremely naughty. Victoria's head jerked back as Daddy lifted her face up and spoke to her in a grim tone of voice.

  "Look at me, Victoria. Look into my eyes."

  Reluctantly, Victoria opened her eyes and Daddy was satisfied to see the expression of contrition in them. He also enjoyed the way her lovely blue eyes were wet with tears, the lashes long and dark and damp. She looked pretty and very, very subservient. A sound whipping was good for little girls, whether they were really disobedient or simply a little bit naughty. Daddy's cock grew hard at the sight of Victoria's misery. He intended to make her learn her lesson.

  "That's better, isn't it? You know very well you should not have stolen a slice of cake. If you want some cake you must ask Daddy very nicely if you may have a little taste. You know, Victoria, that you are on a diet and exercise program and that you must stick with it and stay slim and gorgeous to please your Daddy. Daddy enjoys having a stunning little girl on his arm when he walks out, you know. He doesn't want a spotty, pudgy little brat who pigs out on stolen sweet things."

  Daddy watched Victoria's face very closely. He deliberately flattered and humiliated his little girl in the same speech, knowing how desperately Victoria really did want to look slim and pretty for him. She was always ecstatic when she could squeeze into some item of clothing that had languished at the back of the closet for years. Victoria adored being Daddy's very pretty girl. Daddy saw the mixed emotions flit across Victoria's face. He could always read her like a little book. Sometimes it was a very silly, childish book, all baby words and utter nonsense. Sometimes it was an absolute pleasure, simple yet lovely. Daddy liked a quiet life. Simplicity suited him nicely. He smiled inwardly at Victoria's hot, red face. He knew she wanted to be a lovely slim sexy little girl for Daddy and the very thought of her former pudginess was enough to send her scurrying off to the gym to do a double workout.

  "Victoria, I am going to switch your naughty bare bottom long and hard for your disobedience. There will be no argument and you will submit completely to your punishment. In addition, you will have no treats whatsoever for the next four weeks. I will teach you to listen to your Daddy and mind what he tells you. Your place is to obey, little girl, not to make up the rules as you go along. That is playing games and we're not doing that, are we, little one? We are not role players, you and I, but living this in real life."

  Victoria pushed her bottom up towards Daddy. Her lower back was beginning to ache a little in the awkward, humiliating position over the chair. She listened very closely to what Daddy said to her, opening up, acquiescing completely, submitting to Daddy's will like a good girl. She knew she had slipped up and succumbed to temptation but that she would do her very best to make amends. She knew Daddy was right. He really did know what was good for her and he would never never harm her.

  "I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I deserve a whipping."

  Victoria's voice cracked with fear and emotion. She was very frightened and yet strangely peaceful in her heart of hearts. She was scared of the terrible pain of the switch yet happy that Daddy knew what to do with his naughty little girl. He understood her need for strong limits and wouldn't rest until she learned to comply with his orders 100% of the time. It was true – they weren't playing Daddy and little girl. It was a real, true way of life. No time off ever. No taking little naughty breaks. Total obedience.

  "That's my good girl, Victoria. I am sad and angry that you disobeyed me but I will show you what happens to disobedient, insolent, impudent girls who don't mind their Daddy. Bend right over and raise your bottom as high as you can."

  Victoria swallowed hard and obeyed instantly. She put her head down and lifted her pretty bare bottom as high as she could to receive her punishment whipping. She couldn't have refused if she'd wanted to. Daddy's control of her was absolute and a wonderful thing. It was going to hurt and hurt terribly.

  Snap!

  There was a sharp cracking sound and the thin cherry switch made contact with Victoria's poised bottom.

  "No!"

  Despite her willingness to submit t
o the punishment, Victoria screamed. The switch really, really hurt. It was a very different kind of pain to hand spankings and hairbrushings and strappings and paddlings. It burned as if Daddy had cut Victoria with a hot knife. Victoria wanted to move away but Daddy's free hand held her down.

  "I'll teach you what happens to naughty little brats."

  Daddy's voice was very calm but extremely strict. Victoria began to cry freely. Again the awful burning switch snapped against her bare bottom, making her jump like a fish on a hook. She would do anything not to have to feel that sensation and she knew that Daddy hadn't even started to whip her yet. It was just a warm-up, a few strokes delivered along with a very stern lecture about what happens to little girls who do not do as they are told.

  "Will you ever think of disobeying me again, Victoria?"

  "N-no, Daddy!" wailed Victoria, wriggling her striped bottom and dancing from one foot to the other in agonized anguish. She so wanted the whipping to be over and to be in the corner, exhibiting her well-deserved welts for Daddy's pleasure.

  "I hope not because I want a well behaved, pretty, slim little girl. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Daddy!"

  Snap! Snap! Snap!

  Daddy began to deliver the main part of the switching. Victoria writhed and screamed and begged for mercy. Her little feet danced about on the carpet and her bare bottom wiggled and wriggled and clenched and ground and rapidly became covered in the thin red welts from the dreadful punishing switch.

  "Ow! Ow! No!"

  Victoria's words were barely coherent, a long, unintelligible emotional babble, filled with tears and childish groveling for mercy. It was all very satisfying for Daddy. He enjoyed watching his little girl's bottom become very, very sore. He knew that she would never ever steal a slice of chocolate cake again and that she would be especially attentive and obedient.

  "Good girl, Victoria. Take your whipping like a big girl. Daddy loves you but you must learn to behave and obey."

  "Y-y-yes!"

  Victoria danced and sobbed, her hair all straggly and damp with tears and her face as scarlet as her terribly sore bottom. She was in a lot of pain but taking it all for Daddy. She really was a good girl at heart, a good, obedient, submissive girl. Daddy felt pleased with her. She was learning her lesson. She would be even more of a pleasure after her whipping.

  Snap! Snap!

  Daddy delivered the final few strokes of the switch and Victoria sobbed and ground her hips in agony. Her bare bottom was very, very sore, covered with the red welts from the cherry switch in a criss-cross pattern that was deeply satisfying for Daddy. They were marks of his ownership and protection.

  "Good girl, Victoria" he repeated. "You may go kneel in the corner now. I'm very pleased with the way you took your punishment. I know you won't disobey me again."

  "Th-thank you, Daddy."

  Victoria knew that Daddy liked it when she thanked him very nicely for her punishments. She shuffled off to the corner with her panties around her ankles, holding her dress up so Daddy could enjoy the spectacle. Her bottom throbbed terribly as if she had fallen into a patch of stinging nettles or been chased by a swarm of hornets. She knelt in the corner, head bowed, dress lifted up, showing Daddy her very sore bottom. Daddy sat down in a chair.

  "Yes, that is much better, Victoria. It's a while since you last had a sound whipping and I truly believe that it has done you a lot of good. In fact, I might consider whipping your bare bottom from time to time, whether you are really naughty or not."

  Victoria gulped. That sounded like a very frightening thought but she did not say anything because it was not her place to tell Daddy what he could or couldn't consider. She was just a little girl with no rights at all. It really wasn't a game. Daddy wasn't a role playing Daddy but a real life, always there Daddy. He would not accept part time submission and obedience from Victoria.

  "Raise your dress and show me your bare bottom, Victoria. That's lovely. You really do have a pretty bottom, precious."

  Victoria knew that she was forgiven. Gladly, she lifted her skirt and bent forwards to show Daddy how nice her bottom looked. She knew that daddy was quite right and pretty bottoms did not come from munching on stolen cake. They came from eating healthy food and exercising every day. Daddy knew that. Daddy knew what was good for her. Victoria smiled. Now that the terrible whipping had ceased she enjoyed the sensation of having a very hot, very sore well-whipped behind. It made her feel sexy. She felt like a naughty little girl who had been very soundly chastised (as indeed she was) and that gave her a deep sense of rightness and made her little pussy very wet indeed. It was the most arousing thing in the world to be a Daddy's girl, to exist just for Daddy's pleasure, to obey him in all ways and make him a happy man. It was deeply sexy to be whipped long and hard and to be left with harsh welts that would last for days, visual reminders of Daddy's ownership. Victoria wanted to have an orgasm. Punishment became the most exciting thing in the world when the pain was all over. A red hot very sore bottom was exquisitely sensitive to further spankings. Daddy could turn her over his knees before bedtime (as he likely would) and give her just a little baby's pitty-pat spanking and it would sting and burn like a hairbrushing. That was the secret of a terrible whipping. It was a gift that kept on giving for several days. Each time Victoria sat down she would feel the sting and burn and ache of a welted bottom. And it was so very well deserved.

  Daddy made Victoria kneel in the corner for much longer than usual, savoring his little girl's genuine remorse and the arousing sight of a nicely striped behind. Disciplining Victoria was deeply satisfying. Daddy knew that she would be very good for at least the next few days and that he could look forward to a surplus of hugs and kisses and loving remarks and all the good, worthwhile things that came from a well-timed switching.

  "Now, angel, run upstairs, take off your clothes and jump into bed. You are going to be in bed by eight o' clock every night from now on, until I am satisfied that your behavior is big girly enough to allow you to stay up late.

  Victoria pouted slightly then rapidly checked herself. Daddy had to stifle a grin when he saw this. The lesson wasn't quite over. Daddy knew that Victoria was a wet and horny little girl after her hard whipping and corner time. He could see the pretty pink lips of her sweet little shaved pussy moistening up and glistening with "fuck me, Daddy" dew. Well, Victoria would have to be a very good little girl and wait for Daddy to fuck or lick Victoria's hot silky cunt.

  "I want the light out in five minutes, sweetheart. Brush your teeth and I'll be up in a couple of minutes to tuck you in."

  Daddy turned his face away to stop Victoria from seeing his amusement. Victoria's face was a picture. On one hand, she really, really wanted to be a good obedient willing little girl and do exactly what Daddy told her to. On the other, she was hot and wet and as horny as a cheap little slut. She stood up and began to walk towards the sitting room door, not exactly dragging her feet but not moving as quickly as she should have. Pausing in the doorway, she smiled brightly and asked "May I wear my pretty nightdress, Daddy? The white lacy one?"

  Daddy shook his head though he would very much have liked to see Victoria in her white sheer baby doll nightdress. In fact, the thought of the fine silky fabric coating her curves like glimmering cobwebs made his cock harden. But no. Victoria had to learn. She was expecting to receive Daddy's favors as a kind of reward for submitting nicely to her punishment. Punishment, thought Daddy, as he watched Victoria slink along the hallway and heard her creep up the stairs, is not an act which requires a subsequent reward. Punishment is what it is. Intense discipline delivered when required for disobedience. Daddy drew the screen over the fire and turned off the lamps. He could hear Victoria's bare feet padding overhead. She wasn't stamping around like a brat (just as well or she'd be over the chair for another hard switching) but there was something about the tone that suggested frustration. Poor little Victoria. Daddy smiled. It was rather naughty of him to tease his little girl but she really did deser
ve it.

  In the bedroom, Victoria sat up in bed, wearing an old pair of pale pink brushed cotton pajamas, the ones she wore when she had her period or wasn't feeling well. Daddy sighed inwardly. He would much rather have seen his little girl wearing something flirty and feminine and revealing. Was she playing her own little game by wearing the ugly old PJs? Victoria smiled.

  "Will you read me a bedtime story please, Daddy?"

  Daddy shook his head.

  "No, angel, not tonight. You have just been soundly whipped for disobedience and I'm afraid your punishment will continue. No lacy nightdress, no bedtime story, just lights out and off to sleep."

  Victoria's eyes looked enormous in the dim light of the bedroom. Daddy wanted to laugh. He knew how aroused his little girl was. She needed to come. Her bottom was very sore under her fluffy pajama bottoms. It was a wonder she was managing to sit on it at all. Daddy watched Victoria closely as she wriggled in that intriguing, exciting blend of pain and pleasure. Her welts stung and her pussy tingled. She wanted Daddy to do something about her pussy but she couldn't say anything. Instead, she held up her arms and cooed "Big kiss for Daddy!"

  Daddy sat on the edge of the bed and cuddled Victoria. Naughtily, she let the chaste goodnight kiss turn into something raunchier and tried to insert the tip of her tongue into Daddy's ear. Daddy grabbed Victoria's wrists and held them tight.

  "No, Victoria. Bedtime. Good things just don't happen to naughty girls on punishment nights. Behave yourself."

  Victoria flushed and looked both miserable and incredibly frustrated. Daddy almost felt sorry for her – she had the feminine equivalent of blue balls, her clit all engorged and tingling and just waiting for the release of an orgasm. But no. Victoria would go to bed with no supper, no lacy nightdress, no bedtime story and no sexual favors from Daddy.

  "May I play with my vibrator, Daddy?"

  Victoria knew the answer before it came. No. Silently, she slid beneath the sheets, until all Daddy could see was a pair of big blue eyes and some tufts of hair.