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 The Glow By Don A.  Landhill

   This story is a work of fiction, and all characters are creations of the
author's imagination, and are not based on any real person.  This story is
intended for the entertainment of adults, and is not for distribution to
minors.

   This story is copyright (c) 1999 by Don A.  Landhill, all rights
reserved.  It may not be copied or re-posted without permission from the
author.  Permission is granted to readers to make one personal archive
copy, provided it is not distributed or posted, and that the story remains
intact including the byline and copyright notice.

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   She stared at the familiar corner.  Her bottom tingled as a draft moved
across it.  This was *not* turning out to be a fun afternoon.
Earlier:
"Marsha!  Is that what you call cleaning your room?  There are clothes

and toys all over the floor, and the bed isn't even made!"

   "But Daddy, I--"

   "Don't you 'But Daddy' me, young lady.  Your butt is due for a sound
paddling.  Come here and take your punishment.  "Please Daddy, not the
paddle, I'm sorry, I--" "Right now, Marsha June, unless you want a dose of
the belt, too."

   She went to him and turned away.  He lifted the back of her skirt, and
pinned the hem to her shoulders.  She bent over his lap.  He lifted one leg
to lock down both of hers.  He raised the small paddle and began to spank
her pantied seat.  Almost at once, she began to cry and protest.

   "Please, Daddy, I'm sorry, I'll be good.  Please."

   He made no response.  Soon her bottom turned a hot pink.

   "Lift up!

   "No daddy, please, not bare bottom"

   <Whack> (extra hard) "I said, 'Lift UP!' "

   She arched her bottom up, and he pulled her white cotton panties to her
knees.  He silently resumed the paddling.

   After her bottom was bright red, he slowed the spanking and started to
scold her, using strokes of the paddle as punctuation.

   "You've been a very naughty little girl today, Marsha.  You are in big
trouble.  You were sassy and fresh all morning, and you didn't come in when
I called you for lunch.  Then you yelled so much I had to spank you.  After
your corner time, I sent you to your room.  You weren't to come out until
it was neat as a pin.  Just look how you obeyed me.  You've been a bad girl
all day, and I'm not putting up with it any more!" "I'm sorry, Daddy, I
didn't mean to be bad." "It's too late for that.  You misbehaved and must
take the consequences." He was quiet and resumed a faster pace with the
paddle.  She cried wordlessly.

   "Into the corner!  Now!  Hands folded in front of you!"
Later:
"Out of the corner, get ready for bed.  The footed sleeper.  No dinner

for you tonight." She cringed.  The punishment sleeper, with the drop seat.
That meant she was still is disgrace.  She ran to do as she was told.

   Soon she stood before him, ready for bed.  The drop seat was unbuttoned
and open.  He bent her under his arm and gave her a dozen hard smacks on
her exposed rear before buttoning her up.  Then he led her to her bed in
the nursery, instead of her normal grown-up bed, and tucked her in.  She
was crying.

   "There, there, little one.  That wasn't so bad was it?  When you are
naughty you will get spanked, you know that is the rule.  Tomorrow you can
be my GOOD girl and we can have lots of fun.  Okay?"

   "But Daddy, you don't hate me -- when I am so bad?"

   "No, Marsha, I love you very much and I always will."

   She glowed.

   -D.A.L.  July 1999