I'm sitting on my bed, staring at the screen of my phone.
"Your spanking is at noon. I will be there then. Have readily available: a pen and paper, a large wooden cooking spoon or spatula from the kitchen, and a hairbrush with a flat back if you have one. Dress code: wear the dress with no bra you mentioned yesterday. I like bright colored panties. Any questions, Girl?"
I glance at the clock. It is 10:54 am. Shit, I can't wait an hour.
"Yes daddy. I will be prepared," I reply. I reread the message. "Pen and paper." Hmmm... I have no idea what he has planned, but I guarantee you I won't be writing lines today.
Today is the first time I meet you, Daddy. We've chatted online, but we've never met. Hell, we've never even exchanged photos. You told me it was the thrill of the surprise. You lived an hour from me, so, after assuring I felt comfortable, you told me to leave my door unlocked and sit on my bed.
In nervous anticipation, I decide it's better to keep myself busy. Shit, he's going to see how dirty this room is. I frantically start moving laundry where he can't see it. I let my room get too dirty. He's going to see my hoard. Not if I shove it into the closet.
I rush to make my bed and finish shoving the rest of my stuff in my closet. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, I smirk. He won't even see anything. I convince myself I am right. I know better than him; I can outsmart him.
What else do I need? My heart rate is quickening as I think about what the future holds. I don't want to mess this up. This is our first session, and Daddy was very clear about our expectations. If I let him down, he may not want to play again. And I need this. I crave this.
The dress! I rush in a hurry to find the dress he mentioned. I wore it yesterday, so it was conveniently left on my stairs. I promise I will clean this up tomorrow. For real. I put it on and adjust myself in the mirror. I don't feel my best, but there isn't time to care.
Next, I run over to my dresser and look through my panties. He likes brightly colored, and so do I. I have pretty purple ones, but they have lace on the back and make me feel like I am trying too hard. I throw them on the ground. I have a cute pink pair, but I can't seem to find them. I keep searching until I find the next best ones: bright blue panties with dinosaurs on the front. Some people might say they are girlish, but I think they are funny. Who wouldn't want dinosaurs over their pussy?
After, I search for the tools required. Paper and pen. Where the fuck do I keep paper and pen? I write every day, but there are no tools when I need them. I settle for an old journal at the back of my closet and a pen from some bank. Of course, my aesthetic pens are somehow missing. Do you think he will care? Of course he won't.
A wooden spoon. Oh, I have the perfect one. I grab a Pioneer Woman branded wooden spoon. It packs a thud and stings like hell. On the way back, I grab my paddle brush from the downstairs bathroom.
As I run upstairs and lay the implements out; I see the screen on my phone has changed. "10 minute warning." Only 10 minutes? I glance at the time. It's 11:54. Less than 10 minutes.
I look around the room and resign to defeat as time is up. I decide to sit patiently on the bed and wait for him. I am straining to hear the front door. Every little creak could be him. But then I hear it. The door closing. My heart is racing as I hear his heavy footsteps start walking up my stairs. Inside, my mind is anything but patient. I am stirring with emotions. What does he even look like? I am bracing myself for anything because it is the spanking that matters; nothing else matters. I need this release. It has been too long since I've had my mind quiet. The sweet surrender of giving into a spanking-- giving into control. I need that.
I keep fidgeting with my dress. Should I tuck it under myself? Should I lay it flat? Should the instruments be in a line? Should I have them casually thrown about the bed? Will he notice? Should I stand? My mind is racing with questions, and I feel my panic coming on. He's never seen me before. The doubt is setting in. What if he doesn't like me? The negative thoughts are winning, and I consider locking the door. Then, I hear it. The light tap of his fingers on the door signaling to me he is here. He opens the door and steps through.
"Hello Girl." The first thing I notice is how normal he seems. He isn't some depraved dungeon master; I could have met this man at a coffee shop or around town. He's quite handsome. He's clad in a plain, black shirt and denim jeans. He has longer hair that perfectly frames his face and a piercing gaze that is both warm and intense. He's average height, but he looms over me in this moment and in my mind.
"Hey," I mutter quietly, suddenly unsure of how I should act. I blush. He's very handsome. I am wishing he wasn't in this moment.
"That's a very pretty dress. Could you please stand up so that I can see all of it?"
Should I say yes sir? Yes Daddy? He goes by Daddy but is it too soon? I opt for silence.
I stand and turn. "Very pretty. Girl, could you step back? I would like to see all of you."
Obeying, I do a little spin. When I am back facing him, I put my hands in my pockets and do a little shimmy, showing them off; "Look, it even has pockets!" It almost feels normal. Just me showing a friend my dress like anyone would. He even chuckles, his mouth turning upwards into a disarming grin. Awww, he's sweet.
Slowly, he moves forward to me. I brace for his touch, but he just barely brushes a piece of hair out of my face. "We don't want that blocking your pretty eyes do we?" Fuck. I can feel how wet I am already. This is a mistake.
"Your room is nice. I trust you cleaned it like I asked?" The mood has shifted, but there's no way he knows. I nod, unable to make myself lie to him. "Girl, if I open this door to your closet, this is going to be clean?" I cast my eyes down as he opens up the hoard that is my closet. "Mmmm. Just as I suspected."
"How did you know?" I barely whisper it, ashamed of having tried to deceive him.
"I had to jump over boxes and a suitcase lying on the stairs. Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out." He smiles like a wolf circling his prey. He continues to look around the room, completely ignoring me, as I stand there uncertain of what to do.
"Girl, do you have the materials I instructed you to grab?" I nod yes, once again too nervous to speak. "Show me them." I hold them up one by one, describing each one as if he doesn't have the ability to see them. I am self-conscious about my choices and am trying to justify and show them off. He doesn't care. "Very good. Now, grab your piece of paper and pen." He waits for me to grab them. "Write the date at the top--I believe it is the 22nd, and then next to it write 'Spanking from Daddy.' Now write down, in three sections, 'Ass,' 'Breasts,' and 'Hands'." Hands? What did I sign up for? I thought I was just going to be spanked. Fuck, I am in over my head.
"Yes daddy" I manage to squeak out. I take to task writing them down. I am not sure why we are doing it, but I figure he will tell me when he's ready. I really want to ask.
"Good, Girl." Again with making my pet name so sexual. So intense. Fuck. He makes my name seem like a curse word. I smile back at him. He sits himself on the edge of my bed. "Come stand in front of me." I move awkwardly to obey his request. "Now, why are you being punished today?"
Because I am sexually repressed, and you agreed to do it? "Uh, because I was joking around some and said I would clean my room but didn't."
"And?" I stall. "What else, Girl?"
"Umm. I didn't finish any of the work I promised to do." Why does he even care if I do my work? It doesn't affect him.
"Yes, that's right, Girl. You didn't clean your room. You didn't get your work done. You were rude and disrespectful to me. Is that clear?" I nod silently. "I said is that clear, Girl? Repeat it back to me what you did."
"I didn't do my work or clean my room, and I joked with you in a way that was rude." As much as I love it, I can't help but feel silly. This is ridiculous. I'm going to just obey this internet stranger. I keep shifting my weight from foot to foot until he grabs my outer thighs to keep me still.
"Girl, for the rest of this session, you are going to answer anything I say with 'Yes, Daddy.' Nothing else, nothing more. Do you think you can do that?" There's a pause as he waits for me to respond.
"Yes, Daddy." I feel small, uncertain, unconfident. So quickly, he completely took control.
"Yes, just like that. Girl, I'd like you to turn around." I feel awkward. I'm thinking of Will Ferrel in Ricky Bobby when he doesn't know what to do with his hands. Shut up. Focus! "Very good, Girl. Put your hands on your head. Now, you are going to stand right there, and with your hand, you are going to spank one side of your ass. Your other hand is to remain on your head at all times. I will tell you how many. You will do one side and then the other." He pauses. "What do you say, Girl?"
"Yes, Daddy." But it wasn't a question. I guess I just say it whenever.
"Good, you may begin." I had waited for this moment for a while, but now that we are here, I feel nervous and off balance. I take my left hand and start spanking. I am fully clothed, standing in the middle of my bedroom. It's not too late to back out. This is silly.
"One." This isn't so bad.
"Two." It doesn't even hurt.
"Ten." I did it! This is easy. It's kinda fun. I feel proud of myself.
"Now you are going to do the same thing on the other side." Psh. I got this.
I count off the numbers as I spank myself ten times. So badly I wish you would touch me instead.
"Very good, Girl." Stop saying my name like that. "I'd like you to go over to your paper and keep count of your spankings." Wait, I have to keep a log? Oh no. "I like you to keep a count of how many we do this session." I finish writing. "Show me."
"Yes Daddy," I mumble as I grab the paper and show him.
"Very good. Set it down and grab your hairbrush." I compliantly grab it and look at you. I don't dare move without your instruction. "Turn your back and go to where you were. Same thing as before." I thought the whole point of this was for you to spank me.
We repeat this process again, of me spanking and you having me write down the tallies. This time, he asks for something different. "Girl, I'd like you to take your dress and tuck it in the back of your panties. I want to see your panties, but you may leave your dress down in the front." I do as you ask. My hands are shaking because I am having some trouble, but I want to quickly please you "Very good." I beam a little with my smile, but you can't see me. "Same thing as before."
