Spank Me, Daddy!
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by Jay Lawrence
Category: Erotica/Taboo Erotica
Description: An "Age Play" novella! A look into the true to life situation and naughty exploits of an adult "little girl" whose "Daddy" keeps her in line via spanking and behavioral training. A Hot Flashes Novelette.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: September 2007
29 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [62 KB]
Reading time: 39-55 min.
Note to Reader
This novella describes sexual "age play" activity between consenting adults. The "little girl" in the story is a grown woman not a minor, nor is the title character really her father. * * * * Spank Me, Daddy!
The restaurant was dark, lit only by the candles which flickered on every table. In the darkest corner sat a man and a woman. Anyone present would note that he was much older than she was. Uncle and niece, perhaps? But her hand crept out across the tablecloth to stroke his fingers. A very affectionate niece. She looked up at him with wide, besotted eyes. A favorite uncle indeed.
"Daddy, may I have a glass of wine?"
Victoria squirmed in her padded velvet chair. She loved going out to dinner with Daddy. There was something so deliciously naughty about being in a public place and knowing what might happen if she misbehaved. The threat of a sound bare bottom spanking was never far from her mind. Her lacy white panties were already soaked, so wet she felt like a little girl who had had an accident in her undies. Victoria was excited.
Daddy glanced at the wine list and Victoria held her breath. Though she loved wine, she actually wanted Daddy to say no, she couldn't have a glass. He looked at her then closed the list with an emphatic sound.
"No, I don't think so, Vicky. Not this time. We haven't forgotten how naughty you were last month when I allowed you to have that cocktail. That will not be happening again, I can tell you. It was way too much alcoholic drink for a little girl."
Victoria wriggled, secretly delighted that Daddy had forbidden her the wine. She liked wine a lot but not as much as being kept firmly in check by a strict Daddy who knew how to spank a naughty little girl's helpless behind. Her panties clung to her pussy and she had to resist an urge to slide her mischievous fingers inside them and rub her hard little clit.
The waiter arrived. Victoria sat up straight, as Daddy had taught her to, and folded her hands demurely in her lap. She could feel her nipples pushing against the soft fabric of her light summer dress as she carried out Daddy's unspoken instructions to the letter. Back straight, eyes front, knees together like a well brought-up young lady. Already she wanted to have an orgasm and simply from being a good little girl.
As usual, Daddy ordered for himself and for Victoria, not pausing to inquire whether she had any preferences of her own. The tip of her tongue crept out and wetted her pale pink lips. This time Daddy was going to make her eat something she did not really like. Her heart began to beat faster. It was a test of her obedience. When the waiter had gone she pouted and began to play with her fork.
"Daddy, you know I don't like meatballs."
Her voice was quiet but very petulant and Daddy's eyes darkened in warning.
"You will eat what is put before you, Vicky. I want to see a clean plate. If you leave so much as a morsel or make the slightest bit of fuss I will take your panties down right here in the restaurant and spank your bare bottom until you cry. Do you understand?"
Victoria's heart seemed to leap in her chest and her tummy felt as if it had turned to water. Daddy was very stern. She didn't say anything but continued playing with the fork, pretending to stab the bread.
"Stop that, Victoria."
Victoria gulped. Daddy only used her "Sunday name" when she had been really, really naughty. She laid down the fork and folded her hands in her lap again, eyes downcast and moist with tears.
"That's better. Now stay like that until our food arrives."
"Yes, Daddy," whispered Victoria, almost unable to speak for the lump in her throat. She really hadn't meant to be a naughty girl so soon into the outing. What made her truly happy was being a good girl and obeying her Daddy's commands but little girls will be little girls, petulant and pouty and flouncy. Victoria thought about the spanking Daddy had given her before they left for the restaurant. It was not a hard, bare bottom punishment spanking but a short, sharp "warning" spanking, several firm swats on her panties. It was a warning to behave and be a good girl. Already, she had let Daddy down. Victoria's lower lip trembled. She felt just awful.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she bleated, plaintively. "I didn't mean to be naughty!"
Daddy sighed and replied in a very firm, patient, even tone of voice.
"Yes, you did, Vicky. You're not stupid. You were told to behave before we left home and warned the moment you began to act up. You willfully ignored your Daddy and started messing with the bread like a one year old baby. You're pushing your limits again."
Victoria's face was scarlet. Of course, Daddy was right. That was exactly what she was doing. She pushed her limits all the time. And Daddy had warned her about that. She swallowed hard, thinking about the dreadful whippy switch which was kept for her very worst behavior.
The waiter returned, bearing two steaming plates, steak for Daddy and meatballs for Victoria.
"Your meatballs, sweetheart."
Daddy smiled. Victoria spread her napkin over her lap and thanked the waiter nicely. She did not like meatballs. She had never liked them. She would have liked to have had a nice juicy slice of steak like Daddy but that was not little girl food. Little girl food was meatballs and gravy and mashed potato. She picked up her fork and began to eat her potato. Daddy's steak looked absolutely delicious. It wasn't fair. She knew, however, that any complaining or fussing would only get her into more trouble so she kept quiet.
"How is your steak, Daddy?"
Daddy would be pleased if she made an effort to make polite, grown-up conversation. He paused, a succulent-looking mouthful en route to his lips.
"It's very nice indeed, thank you, Vicky. Now eat your meatballs, not just your mashed potato. Remember--I want to see a clean plate."
Victoria stabbed a meatball, trying not to make a face. The texture made her feel all squirmy inside. She wanted steak. It wasn't fair. But she had to be a good girl. She would be a good girl and please Daddy. Slowly, reluctantly, she raised the dripping meatball to her mouth. If only she were allergic to meatballs. But she wasn't. She simply disliked them intensely.
"Please may I have some ketchup, Daddy?"
Some tomato sauce would help to disguise the taste. Daddy shook his head, his mouth full of yummy tender meat.
"No, Vicky, you may not. You will eat your meatballs plain."
Victoria sighed. She took a tiny nibble of the meatball. It tasted oily and the texture was gritty. Yuck. Daddy was being so mean. He knew she hated meatballs.
The waiter paused by their table.
"Is everything OK? How are your meatballs, darling?"
Victoria smiled stiffly.
"They're very nice, thank you."
She knew Daddy would whip her bare bottom very hard if she caused a fuss. Little girls were supposed to be quiet and obedient and not give grown-ups any trouble. When the waiter had gone, Daddy laid down his knife and fork and looked very hard at Victoria. She could feel gravy on her lips.
"Wipe your mouth with your napkin. If you sit there nibbling like a little mouse we will be here all night. Eat up."
Victoria put down her fork.
"But Daddy, it's so yucky. I hate meatballs. You know that." Her voice sounded horribly whiny. As soon as she had spoken she knew that she'd gone too far.
Daddy sat back in his chair. Victoria knew that he was staring very intently at her, deciding what her punishment would be. She was too ashamed and nervous to meet his gaze. Humbly, she began to eat the awful meatballs, chopping each one into tiny fragments which she then enveloped in mashed potato. They weren't too bad when she ate them that way. As always, she had made a big fuss about nothing. Daddy was very quiet. She began to feel guilty again. When would she ever learn?
"What a nice clean plate!"
The waiter picked up the empty dish and looked inquiringly at Daddy.
"Shall I bring the dessert menu?"
"No, thank you, just the bill."
When Daddy had paid for the meal he looked sternly at Victoria.
"I had intended to allow you a small treat tonight, Vicky, a little something from the dessert menu. Needless to say, your antics put a stop to that."
Victoria's heart sank. She really had let Daddy down at the restaurant. Maybe he would never take her out again and she'd have to eat all her meals at home in future.
"Time to go home. Put on your coat and button it right up to the neck. It's cold outside."
They walked home through the damp November streets. Daddy was still very quiet. Victoria began to feel quite desperately miserable. She wanted to please Daddy more than anything in the whole world. It made her feel so happy and excited when he was pleased with her. So why did she keep testing her limits and being a naughty girl?
When they reached home, Daddy unlocked the door and told Victoria to take off her coat and shoes and go straight to the sitting room. She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes full of tears.
Daddy placed a warning finger over her lips.
"Enough, Victoria. Go to the sitting room and stand on the rug. I will not tolerate any more disobedience."
Trembling, Victoria crept along the hallway and opened the sitting room door. A cheerful wood fire blazed in the fireplace, all ready for Daddy and Victoria to have their after-dinner coffee and a nice cuddle before bedtime. That was not going to happen. Victoria was going to be spanked for naughtiness instead. A tear squeezed out of one eye and rolled down her face. Daddy was going to take down her panties and spank her helpless little bare bottom until she screamed and cried like a two year old. And, worst of all, she had let him down again. Slowly, she walked to the fireside rug and stood by the punishment chair, head down, eyes focused on the pattern on the rug. Her hands were clasped demurely before her.
After what seemed like an eternity but was probably no more than a couple of minutes, Daddy entered the room and closed the door behind him. Victoria's heart began to pound. She could not bear to look up, just incase Daddy had brought the terrible whippy switch. The pattern on the rug began to look rather blurry as more tears filled her eyes and slid down her hot red cheeks. She could not speak. Daddy sat down in the punishment chair and Victoria could feel his eyes burning into her. Still, he said nothing. The silence was dreadful. Finally, he spoke.