Saturday, January 07, 2006

Week in Review

When I'm about to be in big trouble, Daddy sometimes says, "I don't think many little girls would want to be wearing your panties right now, little girl."

This was one of those weeks when you wouldn't want to be wearing my panties because if you were wearing my panties this week you would find that you weren't wearing them very often. More often they would be down around the backs of your knees. This was a hard week.

I don't know why sometimes I go through periods like that when I can't do anything right. Sometimes I can really focus and behave myself and go for even a couple of weeks without getting into trouble for anything. Then other times I have weeks like this one when I'm in trouble all the time.

The thing about Daddy is that he is strict. I mean he is STRICT!!!! But he is also really fair and really predictable about discipline. I never get in trouble for things I don't know are wrong and I always get a warning about things before I get punished, if I didn't know I was doing something I'm not allowed. But if I do something I have been warned about already, there is no excuse and I'm in for it. That's the other thing about him, it doesn't matter if I got spanked yesterday or even if I got spanked five minutes ago. If I earned a spanking I'm getting one and he doesn't care if it's right on top of the one before. Daddy thinks that being consistent is the most important thing and I agree with him when I'm not upside down.

This week unfolded like this:

Monday: Spanked! I got caught giving the dog some food off my plate and that is something that Daddy has told me not to do about a million times. I'm not allowed to do it because I'm supposed to eat everything on my plate and also because it's not good for the dog to eat people food. So in the middle of dinner I got taken to the bedroom, he pulled down my panties and spanked me with my hairbrush. Then after that he made me sit back down on the hard kitchen chair and eat the rest of my dinner which was cold by then. Yuck. You can bet I didn't complain though!

Tuesday: Spanked! On Tuesday I locked the bathroom door while I was having a bath. I'm not allowed to lock ANY doors in the house except the front door. That's because Daddy is allowed to go in whatever room he wants to whenever he wants to. I'm not supposed to lock him out. I didn't even mean to lock the bathroom door, it was just a mistake. But he's told me not to do that a LOT of times so I got another spanking that day. He used the screwdriver to open the bathroom door while I was in the bathtub and then suddenly he was standing above me and grabbed me and yanked me out of the water and said "How many times have I told you not to lock this door?" and then he sat down on the toilet lid and put the bathtowel from the rack across his lap to keep his pants dry and then he pulled me across his lap naked and spanked the daylights out of me with his hand. Spankings hurt a LOT more when you're wet if you didn't know.

Wednesday: Spanked again!!!! On Wednesday I came home later from work than I thought I would and I forgot to call and tell Daddy that I was running late. That's another longstanding rule because he worries about me when I'm late. He always calls to tell me when he's going to be late too. I know it's a good rule and it makes sense but I just forgot. So when I got home he was standing in the doorway looking worried and mad. And I just burst into tears right on the doorstep because I knew I was in trouble again. And Daddy picked me up and took me to the bedroom and he cuddled me for a long time and kissed me and said he was only upset because he loves me and worries when I'm late and then after lots of cuddling I felt better, and then he said I was still going to get a spanking because it was a rule that I KNOW is important and have known it for a long long time. So on Wednesday he pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down and gave me a paddling with his wooden paddle. That thing STINGS like crazy and I cried my eyes out. That night Daddy also made me go to bed at 8:00 for punishment.

Thursday: Finally I made it through a day without a spanking. Thank goodness there was ONE.

Friday: Spanked. Last night I got the wooden spoon. The wooden spoon is one of the worst kinds of spanking. Because it's small, it puts all sting in one small really PAINFUL spot each time. The wooden spoon is what Daddy uses when I'm mouthy with him. You wouldn't think I'd have the guts to be mouthy after the week I'd just had but I was feeling so tired and grouchy that I just spoke without thinking when he told me we were going to bed early that night I said, "No." and he said, "I beg your pardon?" which should have warned me to shut my mouth but I was feeling ornery and not paying attention and I said, "You go if you want to." Well I'm certainly not allowed to talk to him like that and I know it too so it wasn't really a surprise when he hauled me to the kitchen, washed my mouth out with soap, and then grabbed the spoon from the drawer and pulled out a chair. Then sat down and gave me a long hard spanking with the wooden spoon and then made me stand in the corner for a half hour afterward.

What a week!

Today I had a nice conversation with Daddy about my behavior this week and I promised to try harder to be a good girl. Daddy thinks there's no such thing as accidents. He thinks when I'm so naughty it's because I really NEED the spankings he gives me. I don't know if I agree with that. I guess I might need them but I definitely don't WANT them. I'm going to have to do better this week so my poor bum can recover. It needs at least a week of good behavior out of me so I can sit without wincing.


Blogger Ireland's daughter said...

You win! You have definitely had the toughest week and you have earned the Golden Doughnut Pillow! Congratulations and my condolences to you and your tail.

If it's at all possible, it sounds like your Daddy is even stricter than mine. Let's keep our men apart. Woe betide us if they ever shared wife-rearing philosophies. (Yours doesn't blog, does he? I'd love to read his if he does.)

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Blogger Daddy's little one said...

Oops sorry I missed your question. No my Daddy doesn't keep a blog. Too bad for him and your Daddy but good for us if they don't conspire!!! I love reading G's blog though. He explains what he does and why so nicely.

12:00 PM  

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