Author: David Williams
“Why are you pouting?” he asked rather confused.
“Not pouting,” she replied, lip quivering.
“OK. . .why are you not pouting but looking remarkably like you are pouting?” he asked.
“Cause,” she said.
“Cause why?” he asked.
“Cause I wanna play,” she said and gave him her best puppy dog eyes.
“Wanna play huh?”
“And. . .to show how much you wanted to play, you cleaned up the room huh?” He asked looking over the edge of the book he was reading at her.
“I did sorta.. .”
“I lil. . .”
“Just a lil?”
She furrowed her brow; this conversation was not going as planned.
“The room needs to be cleaned,” he said and went back to reading.
“Tomorrow?” she asked hopefully.
“That’s what you said last night.”
“But I means it tonight!” Ooops. . .Okay that was not a good way to go about it. . .
“And last night you didn’t?” He slowly lowered the book.
“Awwww fuck,” she said in frustration.
“Ya. . .big oops,” he said nodding and closing the book. “Big big ooops.”
She looked around like she could find something to draw his attention. “Ummmm. . . .goin to clean now.” She said and started to get up.
“Why don’t you wait a second and let’s. . .” He paused. . . considered his words and then continued,” . . .talk okay?” He smiled an evil smile.
Shit, “Okay.” She plopped back down on the floor.
“Hmmmmm. So. . .you didn’t really mean it huh?” he asked.
She tried grinning really cute at him. He wasn’t moved. “Well. . .”
“Uh huh. At least you aren’t compounding it by lying now to me.” She looked trapped, now she couldn’t lie. He grinned. “C’mere baby, come sit on my lap.”
Now she knew she was in trouble. She got up slowly and he motioned her to come to him. She took a step and he lost his grin and she quickly complied and sat on his lap.
He opened the book he was reading. “Now this book is called Crime and Punishment.”
Oh fuck. . .of course it would be. “And do you know what it’s about?”
“Crime?” she asked in a small voice.
Ouch. . .she didn’t want to say this really. . .really really didn’t want to. “Punishment?” She winced.
“very good. It’s about redemption through paying your debt for your crime. Absolution and rediscovering your soul.” He smiled and stroked her hair. Oh good, maybe this was just going to be a lecture.
“Okay. . .we play now?”
“No. . . . now we help you see the error of your ways through a book.” Okay, him reading to her would be good too. Was much better then what she thought she. . .
When he pulled her over his knee she was really not expecting it. When he pulled up her skirt and pulled down her pretty pink panties she was still in shock. Then the book hit her ass cheek hard!
She screamed and squirmed but he held her tight and smacked her again. She wailed and promised to go clean but he went ahead and smacked her two more times. Her ass was on fire; that book hurt! As he kept Spanking her with it, she stopped struggling and even raised her ass into the strikes.
“good girl. You know you were wrong. You know you must pay don’t you?”
“Please Daddy, please make me good.” She begged.
The spanking was hard and fast, the book making a loud thunderous pop each strike. She felt the tears welling up and flowing as he struck again and again. Her ass was on fire and that fire spread throughout her body. Each pop went through her soul. The tears started to flow.
One last hard spank and he stopped. He held her there weeping on his lap. She slowly curled up and he turned her over. She pressed her face into his chest and wept for him. Long deep sobs slipped from her. Then, it was all done. The tears stopped and she looked up at him.
“I know baby girl. It’s okay, we all make mistakes. Just be glad there are good books to help us learn the errors of our ways.” He held up the book to her. She nodded. “Do you want to play now?”
She shook her head no. “I go clean now.”
He smiled and kissed her. “Good girl.”
“Then we play?”
She grinned and kissed him and went running to the room to clean, panties still around her ankles, skirt up over her hips. “Baby girl!” He called after her and she giggled. Well, at least she got part of the idea right.