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   So why does Daddy get to make all the rules, just because he's big?  Why
don't I ever get a say?  It's not fair!  Daddy hates it when I argue with
him, especially when I get sassy and talk back.  That's what he calls it. I
call it defending my rights.  He makes me so mad when he won't listen to
me. But then he gets mad, and I just get punished....

   After he told me what a bad girl I had been, Daddy told me to pull down
my panties and bend over his lap, but I was still mad and wouldn't.  He
knew I wouldn't, I never do, even though it just makes it worse.  I'm as
stubborn as he is.  So he grabbed my waist with one hand and yanked them
down by the band with his other.  This always makes me madder, and I won't
cooperate even though I know he's going to make me pay for it.  He puts his
hand on my shoulder and pulls me so that I fall across his lap.  He's so
much bigger than me that I can't ever win, but I struggle anyway.  He lays
one of his heavy forearms across my back and pins me there until I stop
moving.  "You know you're just making it worse for yourself," he says in
this totally irritating tone of voice, like this is fun.  He rests his huge
right hand on my bare bottom for a few seconds, just sitting there, so that
I feel it and have a chance to think about what's coming.

   After a minute, without any warning, he pulls his hand back and smacks
my bottom, hard.  So hard it brings tears to my eyes, even though I would
rather eat dog poop than let Daddy see me cry while he's spanking me.  I
start struggling again, because I think that was totally uncalled for, and
then he really loses his head and starts smacking my bottom over and over
again.  Why does he get to take it out on me when he gets mad, but I'm
supposed to just smile and be polite?  I can't help it and I finally start
wailing, it hurts and stings so bad.  After a few minutes, he stops, and
says, "Why do you do that, Sarah?  You know what's going to happen when you
fight me.  I don't like doing this, it's for your own good." Liar, I know
he really enjoys it.

   He reaches back to the nightstand by the bed and gets a bottle of lotion
that stays there.  He squirts some in his hand and starts rubbing it into
my red bottom in circles.  It helps the sting, and the rubbing feels good,
and I start to relax.  This is always the only good part of getting
punished.  He takes my leg and pulls it out, to spread my legs a little
wider so he can get to all the red spots, and I can feel this string of wet
stuff stretch between my thighs.  I know Daddy saw it too.  I don't know
what it is, but it always happens when he rubs lotion on my bottom after he
spanks me.  Daddy wipes it with his finger, and I hold my breath for a
second -- I don't know if he's going to think I've had an accident and
he'll be mad at me again?  Instead, he says, "Honey, you're getting to be a
big girl, I think you might be ready for a different kind of spanking." I
yell, "NO!  Daddy you already spanked me once!!" But he tells me that this
is a special spanking that I'll like, that only big girls get.  I don't
believe that, there's never been any kind of spanking that I liked, but
it's not like I have a choice.

   Daddy grabs me by the hips with both hands and flips me over so that I'm
lying over his lap face up.  My head is resting on the bed, my butt is
raised up on his lap, and my legs are draped over his, hanging off.  He
puts one hand on each of my thighs and pulls them out, spreading them open.
I'm really confused and can't figure out what he's going to do to me.  He
says, "Sarah, I'm going to spank your front, I'm going to spank your
kitty." I start to panic again, because that sounds BAD, and I start to cry
again.  He shushes me though and tells me to be still.  He turns his hand
sideways sort of, and starts smacking my kitty lightly with his fingers.  I
expected it to hurt, but it didn't, it just got tingly and I felt this
funny warm feeling.  I didn't want him to stop.  I could hear his hand
smacking it where it's wet, and he stopped for a second and rubbed the wet
stuff around in circles.  He was right, I liked it.  I started to reach
down and touch it, I just felt like I needed to touch myself there, but he
grabbed my wrist and said, "What are you doing, Sarah?" I didn't want him
to get mad again, so I told him the truth.  "Daddy, what you're doing feels
good, and I felt like I wanted to touch it." He asked me if I had ever
touched or rubbed myself there before, and I said no, which was only a
little bit of a lie.  Because I haven't, very much.

   He picked me up by the waist again as he got up and laid me on the bed,
with my head toward the headboard.  I had no idea what he was going to do
now.  He stood between my legs at the end of the bed and said, "I'm going
to touch it for you Sarah.  It's natural for little girls to want to be
touched there.  It just means you're growing up.  Good daddies do it for
them.  Later I'll show you how to do it yourself, and you can try it when
you're in bed at night, and then tell me all about it at breakfast the next
morning." That sounded okay, because it felt really good when he was
spanking me there a minute ago, and as mad as I get at him sometimes, I
trust Daddy and I know he loves me.  So I decided I wouldn't fight him this
time.  But then he starting unbuckling his belt, and I thought no way!  Not
the belt!  I started backing up the bed, scooting away as fast as I could.
Daddy grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me back down towards him, and
said, "No, Sarah, it's not what you think.  I'm not going to whip you with
my belt." My stomach unclenched a little, but I was still really nervous,
because what then with the belt?  He pulled it out of the loops, and then
undid his button and unzipped his pants.  Next thing I know, he pulls his
pants and underwear down, which I didn't really see coming.

   "Sarah, you've seen my pee pee before when I use the bathroom, right?" I
said yes, but it looked different then, now it looks bigger and it's
sticking out straight.  Daddy said it's because that's what happens to it
when something makes it feel good, like I get the wet stuff between my legs
when I feel good.  I guess beating me senseless makes him feel good.  He
kneels on the bed between my legs and leans over me.  I'm a little nervous
because his pee pee looks so big and kind of scary and I don't know what
he's going to do with it, and I try to close my legs back together.  Daddy
leans forward and kisses me on the lips and says, "Trust me, please, baby.
I won't hurt you.  Just lay still and I will make it feel good." I let him
pull my thighs back apart, and then he takes his pee pee in his hand and
slaps my kitty with the end of it over and over, kind of like he was doing
with his hand.  That feels good too, he was right, and I decide again not
to struggle.  After a minute, he slides it down, and I notice there's so
much wet -- I think it's mine, but there is stuff coming out of the hole at
the top of his pee pee too.  He points it into my kitty, right there at the
hole.  He pushes in, but it won't go too far and it just stops, like it
won't go any further.  Most of the big knot at the top of his pee pee is
between the lips and pushed up against my hole.  I can tell it can't go any
further, but he pushes a little anyway, so I start to get scared and
whimper a little, because I don't want him to hurt me.  He stops and
shushes me again, and says, "That's as far as it will go now, Sarah, but it
still feels really good to me.  I'm going to rub my pee pee while I hold it
there, okay?" I nod okay, and he starts rubbing the stick part of it up and
down, over and over again.  I can see his hand is sliding in the wet stuff.
I can feel the top of his pee pee pushing in and out of the top of my hole,
and it's jiggling my kitty and it feels really, really good.  All of the
sudden, I get this really funny feeling in my belly and everything tightens
up and I can't help it but I cry out and kind of ball up.  But Daddy
doesn't stop what he's doing, and all of the sudden he pulls his pee pee
back away from me and starts SQUIRTING this white stuff on my kitty, at my
hole.  He's breathing hard and pulls it up, and it squirts all over my
tummy and chest, my nipples, and some even gets in my hair and on my lips.
EWWW!  There is white goo EVERYWHERE.  I am just lying there, not knowing
what to think.  Daddy rubs his pee pee around in the white stuff between my
legs, spreading it all over my bottom and my kitty.

   He falls down on the bed beside me, still breathing hard.  He rolls on
his side towards me and strokes the hair back from my face.  "Are you okay,
baby?" he asks, wiping the white stuff off my lip with his finger.  "Yes,
Daddy, that was a lot of fun." He said, "Good, but I don't want you to
forget this started out as a punishment.  To help you remember, I'm going
to put your panties back on without cleaning you up, and that way you can
feel the wetness between your legs and remember what a bad girl you've
been." And he's right, every time I move and sit on my sore bottom and feel
his sticky white stuff squish between my legs and under my clothes, I can't
help but remember my punishment...