Amy's Indiscretion Part One in the Amy and Her Daddy Series (Mg Ped Inc Spank Slow Rom NoSex)

I was nervous all through dinner that night. I kept waiting for the phone to ring. I knew that when it did, I was going to be in terrible trouble, and daddy was going to be so angry and disappointed in me. I squirmed in my seat again and tried to concentrate on twirling the spaghetti around my fork, but it didn't want to cooperate with me. I glanced again toward the phone on the wall and shifted again on the hard wood of the kitchen chair. "Amy, sit still and finish your dinner." Daddy said, chastizing me. "Yes, daddy." I replied meekly. He looked at me a little strangely, and I thought he was going to ask me why I was acting so strange, but he seemed to shrug it off after a moment and returned to the work he was doing on his laptop as I went back to pretending to eat. But I couldn't, my stomach was all tied in knots, knowing that any minute that phone was going to ring. Richards's mom had said she was going to when she'd made me go home that afternoon, and I knew that she wasn't kidding. And so I waited. I glanced at my daddy. He was so handsome, like a movie star, but he was better. He was tall, and strong, and always wore a suit and tie when he went to the office, like he had today, even though he didn't have to go often. He did most of his work from home. He had started working from home after mommy left us. She'd never really wanted a family, and had disappeared from our lives two years ago when I was seven. I had been sad, but more for daddy because he seemed so lonely. I didn't really miss her though, and sometimes I felt bad about that. But she had never paid much attention to me. And she and daddy had fought a lot. She would yell at him, and her voice always sounded funny, like her words were running together. I could hear them from my room, and would pull the covers over my head. Afterward, daddy would always come in my room and pull me against him, knowing that I would wake and hear them. He'd kiss my forehead and tell me that he loved me and he'd never leave me. I didn't know why he told me that then, but I figured it out when mommy left us. He had known she would for a long time. But now, I was afraid. What if he decided he didn't love me anymore? When Richards's mom called, I was certain he would never love me again. I started to cry. I couldn't help it. Big tears rolled down my cheeks and landed in my spaghetti. "Daddy, may I be excused?" I tried not to sob. He looked up, confused and then concerned. "Amy, what's wrong? What is it pumpkin?" He was getting up to come over to me when it happened. The phone began to ring. I gave a little shriek and darted from the room, not waiting for permission to be excused. I ran to my room and like I did when I was little, I dove under the covers of my bed, trying to hide myself. The phone rang a few more times before I heard Daddy finally answer. "Watson residence...oh hello Mrs. Anderson, what can I do for you?" Silence. It stretched and stretched until I thought I'd gone deaf. "I see." I had heard daddy use that tone before, but only when he was truly angry. "You are certain that's what they were doing?" I cringed under the covers. She'd told him. She'd told him everything. I started to cry again, but I tried to be quiet so I could hear what he was saying to her. "I agree. She will not be coming over any more, nor do I want Richard over here." There was an edge in daddy's voice I'd never heard before. "No." Silence. "I am sorry you feel that way, Mrs. Anderson, but if you think your son innocent in this matter, I suggest you think again. Goodbye, Mrs. Anderson." The phone clacked against the cradle with force. I started to tremble. For a long while, I heard nothing. And then there was the sound of water running in the kitchen, and of dishes being scraped. I normally did the dishes for daddy, and the sound frightened me more than anything. I was waiting for him to yell at me, to come storming in my room, the way Richard's mom had when she'd opened his door that afternoon. After a while the water shut off, the door to daddy's study opened and then shut softly, and then there was silence again. The whole house was filled with it. The sun had just been setting when we had been eating dinner, but now, when I peaked from under my blanket, it was pitch black outside my window. I couldn't tell how much time had passed. The silence was unbearable, but then came the sound of my world crashing down. The door to daddy's study opened, and his voice, cool and distant called to me. "Amy Elizabeth, come to my study." I couldn't move. I felt rooted to the spot. "I will not tell you again. Get in here." His voice came again, cold and hard this time. I had to obey. I had already destroyed his love for me, I didn't want to make him more angry. I slipped off my bed and walked down the hall to his study, my head lowered in shame. I couldn't look in his eyes. "Stand in front of my desk." Daddy said. "Please, daddy, please not that!" I cried. He had made me stand in front of his desk only one other time, shortly after mommy had left, and I had gone to the park without telling him and stayed until after dark. I had not been able to sit comfortably the rest of the night. "Quiet!" He said sharply. I stifled a yelp and hurried to stand in front of his desk, my head low, my curly, dark red hair falling over my small shoulders as I trembled. Daddy sat down across from me in his chair. "I expect the truth from you, Amy." He said sternly as he rested his hands on his desktop, leaning slightly toward me. "Yes, daddy." I whispered. "Is it true that you were naked with Richard in his room today?" Tears started falling again. I couldn't help it. "Yes, daddy." "Is it true that you were touching his penis?" "Yes, daddy." "Was it the first time?" "No, daddy." I whispered. "I can't hear you, Amy." He said in that hard tone again. "No, daddy." I sobbed. "How many times have you seen and touched his penis?" "Just one other time, daddy." "Did he ask you to do it? Or did you ask him to let you?" I was confused by his question and looked up at him quickly, but the anger that was still on his face caused me to quickly look down again. "Answer me, Amy." "He asked me to touch him, daddy." "Did he ever touch you down there?" There was something in his voice that made me look up, and I started to wonder if it was me he was angry with. But, of course it was. "No, daddy!" I cried. And it was the truth, even though Richard had asked to see me naked and wanted me to touch his penis, he had never touched my body. Something in my voice must have convinced daddy, because he gave a small, slow nod and then spoke in a more gentle tone. "Do you remember why I spanked you when you went to the park alone, Amy?" His question startled me, and I looked up again. "Yes, daddy, because it was dangerous. There might be bad people who would take me away, or do bad things to me." I answered him. That lesson, hammered home by the sharp slap of his big hand on my bottom had never been forgotten. "Well, what you did with Richard, that too is dangerous. Even more dangerous than going to the park alone. It can get you into very big trouble." Daddy stood up, and began walking around me slowly, his hands moving behind his back. "If you let one boy do it, then soon you will let another boy, and then another. And they will all want more until you have nothing left to give them." I didn't understand what he meant, but I listened, anticipating the spanking he was going to deliver, but not sure when it would come. "Only two men get to touch your body, Amy, until you move out of this house. I want that understood right this moment. Only two men. Your doctor and your daddy. Is that understood?" He questioned. I heard a faint sound of creaking as he passed behind me, but I couldn't see what he was doing. "Yes, daddy, I understand." I didn't though, and he knew it. The next thing I knew, I was pinned against the front of the desk by a wall of flame behind me that crossed my backside. He hadn't used his hand. Not this time. The sound I had heard was the pulling of his belt through it's loops. I couldn't breathe! There was no pain at first, just the burn of the lash, and then the sting made itself known, radiating from the stripe left by the leather. My lungs ached for air and I dragged in a ragged breath as tears streamed down my cheeks. Daddy leaned in close to me, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders, though it was not a gentle touch. His large fingers pressed against my collarbone as he said in a harsh tone. "I will not accept lies from you, Amy." I began to sob, wanting to turn around and bury my face in his chest, but his hands held me still as I cried. "I'm sorry, daddy. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. I promise. I'm sorry, daddy!" "What won't you do again? Lie to me? Take your clothes off in front of a boy? Play with a boy's little prick?!" Daddy was starting to yell. I could feel his anger rising as he pressed harder on my shoulders. "I won't do any of it, daddy! I promise! I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry!" I was wailing. Though he had only struck me once with his belt, his words cut into me and I could feel myself shaking as I sobbed. "After tonight, no, you won't." He told me. "Bend over my desk." I felt his hands leave my shoulders as he took a step back, and though I knew there was pain coming, I had to obey. The smooth cherry wood of his desk pressed into my belly as I bent over the edge of it, laying my flat chest against the cool surface. My damp cheek rested on the blotter, and I reached my arms out to hold onto the farther edge. Daddy didn't spank me right away. He stood back for a few moments, listening to me cry. I wanted to beg him not to spank me, but I knew that it wouldn't do any good. He was so mad. I felt him lift the hem of my dress, flipping it up onto my back to expose my butt and legs. I expected him to do that. He had the last time he'd spanked me, but I whimpered when I felt the sudden coolness of air on my naked skin when he yanked my flower patterned panties down to my knees. I didn't understand why he pulled them down. I started to cry harder when I realized he was going to spank my bare bottom. The belt made a hissing noise that I barely heard before it smacked straight across the softest part of my bottom. I squealed in pain. Fire radiated through my skin, but I hardly had time to cry out before the leather struck just below the first stripe, near the top of my thighs. I screamed and wiggled, pressing my belly into the edge of the desk, trying to get away from the sting, when a third strike landed on the back of my thighs. The pain was so bad, I could only suck in a breath, it was like the first time he'd spanked me again. I could feel heat all over my bottom, and I knew I would not be able to sit without it hurting. I was crying and screaming, begging for Daddy to stop, but he didn't. Again, and again he lashed me with the belt until all the strength had left me. I did not know that he was watching me carefully, examining the red welts left across my bottom and thighs. I swore he was using all his strength, but he held back, wanting merely to punish, and reinforce his lesson, rather than hurt me. I realized after several long moments that the blows had ceased. My whole body was shaking hard, and I was gasping for breath through the burning ache that spread from my round bottom nearly to my knees. I didn't hear daddy. And I realized suddenly that he wasn't in the room anymore. I started to panic. He left me! He had punished me, and now he was leaving me. "Daddy! Daddy!" I started to shriek, struggling to stand upright. "Daddy!" I screamed again, as I tripped over the panties that had fallen around my ankles, tangling around my bare feet when I tried to turn. But then he was there, he was in the doorway with a green bottle in his hand. My blue eyes were red and dry, but I could have wept with relief that he hadn't left me. "Shh, pumpkin, it's alright. It's over." Daddy murmured to me as he scooped me up off the floor and cradled me in his strong arms. It hurt when his arm rested behind my knees, but I didn't care. I flung my arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him. "Please don't leave me, daddy. I'll be good, I promise. Please don't leave like mommy." He was carrying me out to the living room as I begged him not to go. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at me. I couldn't look at him, and didn't see the look of pain that crossed his face as I kept begging him again and again not to go. He carried me to the sofa and lowered down, settling me on his lap which made me yelp. His hand caught my chin and he made me look up at him. "Amy Elizabeth, I will never, never leave you. I may get angry with you, ground you, spank you, but I love you. I will never leave you." His voice was soft, the gentle voice of my daddy. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead, then told me to turn over and lay across his lap, so he could soothe me. He already had in the most important way. But still, I wanted to move off of my sore bottom, and I stiffly turned around, so my tummy rested across his legs. Daddy lifted my head and slid one of the throw pillows beneath it so I could lay comfortably. I recognized the green bottle he had brought out with him, as the aloe lotion he always rubbed on my sunburns, and rested at ease, anticipating the coolness of the gel when I heard him squirt it into his hands. He gently pushed the bottom of my dress up over my naked bottom, and I realized I had left my panties in his study. They would only have been in the way, anyway, and I relaxed with a small sigh when I felt the first cold kiss of the aloe against my skin. Daddy began to gently rub the gel into my bottom, using slow, circular motions, covering all of my burning bottom with the cool lotion as he talked to me quietly. "Amy, do you understand why I had to punish you?" I let my eyes close as I concentrated on the gentleness of his hands, and the softness of his tone, so different from the angry voice he had used earlier. "Yes, daddy." I said, but I knew he would ask why if I did not say so, and I continued without him having to prompt me. "I did naughty things with a boy when I shouldn't have. And I lied when I said I understood what you meant when you said boys would take stuff from me until I couldn't give them anymore and only you and a doctor are allowed to touch me." Daddy's hands were slowly rubbing the aloe down along my thighs now, and he gently nudged them apart so he could smooth the lotion over every spot that was red. Though it still hurt, I was beginning to feel better, daddy's touch was so soft, and soothing. I could feel a warmth that had nothing to do with the spanking beginning to spread through my belly. Daddy didn't say anything for a long time, simply continued to caress me. Most of the aloe had been absorbed by now, but his hands still moved soothingly on my skin, relaxing me further. I shifted just a little on his lap. I could feel something pressing into my belly and adjusted until I was comfortable again. When I moved, Daddy's hands stopped moving, and I sighed softly. "Please, don't stop daddy. It feels much better." His touch started again, lovingly moving in circles on my bottom and thighs, the skin softened and cooled by the lotion. Daddy spoke to me again, after giving some thought to my answer to his question. "Do you understand now, Amy." I understood his rule that no one could touch me but my daddy or a doctor, but the rest I still didn't understand and I knew better than to lie again. I gently shook my head. "No, daddy." I said quietly. Daddy's fingers lightly traced along the backs of my thighs, nudging them a little further apart, and caressing the soft, creamy skin between them where it didn't hurt. A tingle spread through me and I drew in a quick breath. I could feel the pressure of whatever was pressing into my belly grow, but ignored it when my daddy's next words confused me even more. "You will soon, pumpkin. You will soon." To be continued in Amy's Awakening. Coming Soon!