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Once upon a time, there was a naughty young lady. She did not mean to
be naughty, it just came naturally. So, naturally, her daddy had to
spank her frequently.
Our lovely young lady went to a very exclusive school, where she wore
a school girl uniform. I'm sure you've seen them in Vogue: short plaid
skirt, white calf high sox, white blouse and a silk tie (stripped, of
course). The white blouse swelled over her full breasts and the short
skirt showed off her shapely calfs and thighs. She frequently wore her
hair tied in two pony tails, with bright red lipstick. And under that
short school girl skirt, she always wore naughty panties (if she wore
panties at all). Lacy black panties, made by Dior or Calvin Klien.
On this lovely spring day, our young lady came skiping in the door of
her house, which she shared with her mean old Daddy (naughty girls
seem to be found commonly in the company of mean old Daddies). She
kissed him and he asked how school was that day. As always she said
"Oh, it was fine".
Her Daddy mentioned that he had gotten a note of condolence from the
school, sending their sympathy for the recent death of his
brother. Our naughty young lady's Daddy found this odd, since he did
not have a brother. He quickly concluded that the young lady standing
before him had used the imaginary death of an imaginary uncle to skip
school. When confronted with this uncomfortable suggestion, or girl
reluctantly admitted that perhaps she had been somewhat liberal and
creative with the truth and had, in fact, used this as an excuse to
skip school with some of her girl friends.
Her Daddy, being the mean Daddy that he was, was not very
understanding about this and ordered her to get the ruler
paddle. Quickly deducing where this was leading, the naughty girl
promised to be good and stated, quite firmly, that she did not want a
spanking, that she was too old for spankings, and so on. None of this
had much effect on her Daddy (as I mentioned, he was a mean old Daddy,
much given to spanking naughty girls). After lodging her protests, she
did as she was told and got the ruler paddle.
When she returned her Daddy was sitting in the middle of the couch
waiting her for. She went over to his right side and handed the paddle
to him, trying to pout in a most dejected fashion. Instead of
concluding that a pouting young lady must have learned her lesson, her
Daddy ordered her over his lap (being a mean Daddy, he was big on
ordering her around). After she assumed that position which naughty
girls so often find themselves in, she felt her Daddy lift her skirt,
exposing a tiny pair of black lace string bikini panties (Dior). After
commenting that it was very naughty of her to wear such slutty
panties, her mean old Daddy brought the paddle down hard across her
bottom, repeatedly. After giving her ten strokes with the paddle over
her panties, he ordered her (see, he's doing it again) to get up and
pull her panties down. She stood up, but protested that her sheer
panties were no protection and that she should be allowed to keep them
on. But mean Daddies hate bei! ng argued with and he gave her a
couple of smacks on the thights with the paddle for "back-talk". The
naughty girl quickly pulled her pantied down to the middle of her
thighs and again "assumed the postion". Where upon, her daddy
continued to cruely paddle her, now across her bare bottom (is that a
mean daddy or what?)
After giving her another twenty strokes her daddy stopped and caressed
her bottom. That felt much better than being spanked with the paddle,
especially when he ran his fingers between her buttocks and down over
her pussy. Sadly, the wages of naughtiness had not been fully paid and
her Daddy ordered her to go to her room, undress and lie over the
bed. In case she considered such a position odd, he added that he
would be up shortly to give her a caning. For those of you "across the
pond" this means being spanked with a rattan switch.
Our naughty girl, whose bottom was not a deep pink, stood up and
protested such harsh treatment, stating that she had learned her
lesson and most certainly did not deserve such harsh and unfair
punishment. Her Daddy informed her that she would be getting extra
strokes for arguing. Now faced with the prospect of additional
(unfair) punishment, our young lady pulled her panties up and stomped
upstairs (it's hard to stomp with your panties around you knees) to
fulfill yet another mean old Daddy order ("do this, do that", mean
Daddies must think that naughty girls are robots!)
She undressed and threw her cloths on the floor (she knew Daddy hated
that and she was, after all, a naughty girl). She piled her lace
bordered pillows in the middle of the bed and lay face down over then,
the pillows under her hips, pushing her bottom up. She waited like
that for a few minutes, thinking about how much the cane would hurt
and how mean her Daddy was to punish his loving and most innocent girl
in such a barbaric fashion.
When her Daddy came into the room he saw his girl waiting for him,
bottom pushed up and presented, thighs slightly spread, showing off
her pussy. He briefly considered letting our young lady off and moving
on to other things. But he remembered his duty and took up the rattan
cane. After swishing it through the air for effect (the effect being
to instill fear in the heart of a certain naughty young lady, now
lying naked over a pile of pillows), he brought the cane down hard
across her ass.
She took the first few strokes in silence, resolving that she would
show her mean old Daddy, he could do his worst and she would not make
a sound. But her resolve was brief and after the first ten strokes or
so she was crying out after each stroke. After her Daddy had given her
twenty strokes, he stopped and caressed her bottom, running his hand
over her hot skin and the welts that lined her buttocks. He moved his
hand between her thighs and caressed her clit and pussy lips. This
felt very good and his naughty girl moved against his hand, her mind
briefly distracted from her sore bottom. But, sadly, the distraction
was short lived. Her Daddy started to cane her again, giving the
storkes slowly so she could feel each one, administering every forth
or fifth stroke to the tops of her thighs. Being caned on the thighs
hurt lots (see, isn't he a mean Daddy?) and our naughty young lady was
once again promising total reform in return for mercy. Finally after
another twenty ! strokes, her Daddy stopped. He made her spread her
thights wider and bent down to lick her pussy and suck her clit. She
was already wet and she thought that this felt very good. In fact it
felt so good that she wanted Daddy to keep doing it, but he once again
demonstrated how he got such a fell reputation as a mean Daddy by
getting the black nylon cane. This hurt EVEN MORE than the rattan
cane, if you can if you can imagine such a thing, and he lost no time
in slicing this cruel instrument of correction across our naughty
girl's bare bottom.
The storkes from the black cane felt like hot metal across her poor
bottom and she was soon crying, tears streaking down her cheeks (the
ones on her face, that is, the cane was leaving red streaks across her
other cheeks). Finally, after giving the poor crying girl another
twenty strokes, her Daddy stopped. Now it might surprise you that when
her Daddy went to lick her pussy again, he found her even hotter and
wetter than before. After spending some time comforting our now well
spanked naughty girl (well, I guess that he is not THAT mean), her
Daddy stood up and ordered her (yes, he's still ordering her about) to
lie over his lap. She stood up and thought that maybe he was not going
to be too mean and just spank her with his hand (which, by the way,
hurt enough). But he had not gotten a reputation as a mean Daddy for
nothing. In his hand she saw a wooden bath brush, which is the
absolute bane of naughty girls everywhere. That aweful brush hurt more
than anything, e! ven the bad old black cane. On seeing the brush our
naughty girl started crying again, as she lay over Daddy's lap to take
her punishment.
As soon as he had her adjusted properly over his lap her Daddy started
paddling her with the brush, smacking first one buttock and then the
other. The brush hurt a lot and she was crying, regretting her career
as a naughty girl, or at least regretting what happened to naughty
girls bottoms. The paddling seemed to go on and on as her merciless
(and did we mention mean) Daddy gave her one smack after another
(well, actually he gave her twenty smacks on each cheek, if you're
counting). Finally, it was over and he caressed her until she caught
her breath. Then he told her she could get up. Her Daddy undressed and
lay back on the bed. His cock was rock hard and pointing up toward the
ceiling. As all naughty girls know, hard cocks need to be ridden,
especially after a long, hard spanking, so that is what she did, or at
least until she had a very intense orgasm as she came with her Daddy.
Of course being a naughty girl she did not learn her lesson and
continued to do naughty things. Her mean Daddy continued to give her
long hard spankings (mean Daddy that he was) and they lived happily
ever after (although our naughty girl frequently complained about
having a sore bottom).
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