Dear Diary Ch 01 3

Dear Diary

i was such a naughty girl today. All day long i was bitchy at work, yelled at my assistant and even threatened to fire the intern. i've been the youngest department head my company has ever promoted, and at 40 years old, that really says something about how seriously my employers take themselves. Daddy spoke on my behalf, and as a partner his opinion carried a lot of weight. i apologised to everyone before we left today, and hopefully Daddy won't hear about my awful behaviour today... i hate to think of what will happen if he does.

Dear Diary

Daddy was late coming home from work, even later than usual. From the look on his face when he came through the door, i didn't need 3 guesses to know that he'd been called on the carpet over my attitude today. The black look he gave me melted somewhat as he saw the silent tears on my cheeks, but i knew they wouldn't sway him to mercy. i'd well and truly earned my punishment this time.

Daddy says he's very disappointed and frustrated at my bratty behaviour, so tomorrow he's going to put a stop to it. i'm not sure what that means, but from the look in his eyes i'm guessing it can't be very good. He sent me up to get ready for bed and said he'd be up soon to tuck me in. i think i hear him coming up the stairs now... 'bye!

Dear Diary

Oh, my butt hurts so much!! Daddy came up to tuck me in, but first he told me i'd have to be punished for being so naughty. He said that tomorrow will be a day of adjustments and refocusing for me, but i still had to take my lumps for being bad. He made me pull my stool over, the one that folds into the spanking bench, and then he made me get into position. i tried to keep my knees tight together, but Daddy saw and just sighed.

He made me get the cuffs, even when i promised i'd hold still and be good. Then he lowered the bench in the front and pushed me down onto it. My head was down and he locked the cuffs on my wrists and fastened them way down at the bottom of the front legs. Then he pulled my legs wide apart and raised my butt in the air, and cuffed my ankles to the furthest points. i couldn't move at all, and my butt was high and wide open... i was so embarrassed.

Daddy pulled the chair over by my head and sat down. All i could see were his legs and feet. He told me how disappointed he was that i'd been so disrespectful and mouthy, that i hadn't done my chores and had even tried to fib about why they didn't get done. Because it was nearly bedtime, he was just going to give me my spanking tonight, but tomorrow we were going to readjust and refocus my attitude.

He stood up and went to the closet where the bad girl tools hang. i couldn't see what he took out, but he promised me that this would hurt him almost as much as it was going to hurt me. He walked over behind me, paused, and suddenly i felt the first smack land HARD right in the middle of my butt. It hurt so much that i screamed, and Daddy told me that if i couldn't be quiet he'd have to gag me, too. The second smack came on my right cheek, and i tried so hard not to scream... it hurt so bad, i just couldn't help it. i screamed and started crying hard, so Daddy put the gag in my mouth and buckled it around my head.

The gag only muffled my shrieks a bit as Daddy kept spanking me, HARD, all over my butt until it was so red and hot and my crying had quieted to agonised sobs. He stroked my head for a moment, and then told me to wait quietly while he got some lotion to soothe my sore bottom with. i just hung on the spanking bench, sobbing and drooling and sniffling. i heard him come back, and he pulled the chair down by my bottom.

Daddy said that i'd needed this spanking for a while now, and he intended that i'd remember it in the morning. i thought that was just his way of apologising for hurting me so much, until my aching butt began to burn like it was on fire! Then i noticed the smell... the mediciney, minty smell that smelled just like the Ben Gay cream i use on my shoulders and neck sometimes. Oh the burn!!! i cried and mumbled and tried to beg him to stop, but Daddy rubbed the nasty cream all over my bottom, working it in deep until my butt was completely on fire.

He released my wrists and ankles finally, and helped me stand. i was such a mess, covered in drool and snot and tears, red and puffy and so distressed looking. Daddy unbuckled the gag and led me into the bathroom to wash my face. i needed to pee, but Daddy wouldn't let me use the toilet... he told me that i wasn't allowed anything that might cause the cream to rub off. He made me squat in the bathtub like a dog and pee in the tub, and then i had to wipe the drops off my cunt with my fingers and lick them clean.

Daddy helped me out of the tub and let me wash my hands, then led me to bed. There were pillows positioned halfway down, and he told me to lie face down with the pillows under my hips, pushing my butt in the air. He helped me get comfortable, and then cuffed me into my night time chain. With my leg chained to the bed post, i don't get to go very far until Daddy releases me.With my nightie pulled up over my bottom and my butt in the air, i was ready for bed... almost.

Daddy used his bare hand to spank me again, raising the redness back to a brilliant glow and then rubbed on more Ben-Gay. He kissed me and told me to try and rest, because tomorrow would be a very strenuous day for me. Then leaving me sobbing, exposed and burning with the heat of his punishment, he shut off the light and left me in darkness. i thought i would never sleep, but in no time at all i exhausted myself from crying and fell asleep.

Dear Diary

Daddy woke me up early this morning... i was stiff and still very sore from my punishment last night, but he helped me up and massaged my poor abused bottom. He looked loving, but very stern, and reminded me that we had lots of work on my attitude to do today... i tried to assure him that i would be SO good from now on, that i'd learned my lesson... but Daddy was firm. He hugged me, and had a small smile on his face when he asked if i'd rather have more, or longer.

i was very confused; i didn't know WHAT he was thinking of. His hand was rubbing my back as he stood waiting for my answer, and his fingers slipped between my legs and tickled my cunt and asshole. It distracted me, and with a sense of dread, i said "longer, please Daddy." i knew from the smile on his face afterwards that i was doomed no matter which option i'd have taken.

He sent me into the bathroom, and told me to assume the position. When i saw the bags hanging on the shower rod, i understood what he meant and kneeled on the edge of the tub, leaning down to put my hands on the tub floor. The bags were full, all 3 of them... oh, i have to put the towels in the dryer now. i'll finish the rest in just a minute, Diary...