bottom once, twice, three,
four more times. He could see faint welts forming on her lower buttocks and was
satisfied there really would be no sitting down, for quite some time. Finally
Eleanor flopped, drained of all energy and weeping loudly like a baby.
Harry
stopped the spanking and put the shoe on the floor. He straightened his hand,
now intent on completing Eleanor’s punishment with more intimate contact.
“Now
you listen to me, young lady. And I want you to listen hard.” Harry maintained
all his authority, as his cherished nineteen year old daughter bawled full of
resentment across his lap.
“Oh
I hate you! Oooow, I am going to die!”
“Eleanor!
Unless you want me to carry you to the top deck and continue your punishment in
full view of the entire harbour, you will stop your wailing and listen to me
right now. Is that clear?”
Eleanor
gave out another loud sob. She was quite convinced that he might indeed carry
out such a beastly threat. Who on earth was this cruel monster that had
replaced her lovely Daddy?
“Yes
... “ she spluttered in rage. Harry then placed his palm across her bottom
cheeks. They throbbed hot as the heat from a coal fire to his touch. Eleanor
could barely feel her father’s hand, given the awful soreness all over her
rump.
In
his ire, Harry often reverted to the coarser language of his roots.
“You’ve
had a damned good tanning to your bare bum, young missy. Something I truly
believed I would never have to give you again. Thought you’d been over my knee
for the last time, when you made a show of yourself at that Hallowe’en shindig.”
He
drew breath as Eleanor continued to sob in self–pity and acute pain.
“But
it seems not. You were warned last night that I’d tan your backside if you didn’t
behave yourself. And so what did you go and do?”
Eleanor
wept, no longer thrashing her arms or protesting. As she discerned the feel of
Daddy’s hand on her bottom, she realised she had no useful reply to offer. He
was absolutely right. She had willfully disobeyed him despite his plain threat.
“And
you know fine well why you deserved it, Eleanor,” her father went on, now
patting her sizzling hot bottom.
“Tamara
is a wonderful woman. Everyone can see that, including you. She and I are going
to spend the rest of our lives together. We want to share that happy family
life with you. But I will have absolutely no more miserable behaviour from you,
whether in my home or elsewhere. Do you hear me?”
Harry
then smacked her lower cheeks firmly a few times in succession with his hand.
Eleanor yelped in pain. For both of them, it was a rude reminder of her
childhood.
“Yes
I hear you! Please stop Daddy! I can hear you!”
Harry
stopped smacking, and again placed his hand firmly on Eleanor’s lower bottom.
Her skin throbbed mercilessly. He felt a brief pang of pity for his only little
girl. It must be so sore. Then he remembered the way Charlie had described her
conduct in The Grand. And the way she had insulted his wife. His pity was gone
in a flash, replaced with rounded satisfaction that he was doing exactly the
right thing. Over his knee, his little girl sobbed her heart out as he
continued his lecture.
“You
will welcome Tamara into our lives, just as I’ve done. You will stop your
childishness, your disobedience, and your sulky moods. If there is any further
repeat of the kind of nonsense we were witness to today, and I mean even a hint
of it, you will find yourself back over my knee in a flash. And the next time I
won’t be kind enough to spank you in privacy, Eleanor Walker. It will be skirt
up and knickers down, wherever we happen to be. I love you very much, and I
really didn’t want to do what I’ve just done. But you left me no other option
whatsoever.”
Eleanor
blubbered, trembling.
“Oh,
I want to run away! I mean it! I’ll never forgive you, ooh!”
Harry’s
hand had not moved from his daughter’s searing hot bottom.
“I’m
now about to
four more times. He could see faint welts forming on her lower buttocks and was
satisfied there really would be no sitting down, for quite some time. Finally
Eleanor flopped, drained of all energy and weeping loudly like a baby.
Harry
stopped the spanking and put the shoe on the floor. He straightened his hand,
now intent on completing Eleanor’s punishment with more intimate contact.
“Now
you listen to me, young lady. And I want you to listen hard.” Harry maintained
all his authority, as his cherished nineteen year old daughter bawled full of
resentment across his lap.
“Oh
I hate you! Oooow, I am going to die!”
“Eleanor!
Unless you want me to carry you to the top deck and continue your punishment in
full view of the entire harbour, you will stop your wailing and listen to me
right now. Is that clear?”
Eleanor
gave out another loud sob. She was quite convinced that he might indeed carry
out such a beastly threat. Who on earth was this cruel monster that had
replaced her lovely Daddy?
“Yes
... “ she spluttered in rage. Harry then placed his palm across her bottom
cheeks. They throbbed hot as the heat from a coal fire to his touch. Eleanor
could barely feel her father’s hand, given the awful soreness all over her
rump.
In
his ire, Harry often reverted to the coarser language of his roots.
“You’ve
had a damned good tanning to your bare bum, young missy. Something I truly
believed I would never have to give you again. Thought you’d been over my knee
for the last time, when you made a show of yourself at that Hallowe’en shindig.”
He
drew breath as Eleanor continued to sob in self–pity and acute pain.
“But
it seems not. You were warned last night that I’d tan your backside if you didn’t
behave yourself. And so what did you go and do?”
Eleanor
wept, no longer thrashing her arms or protesting. As she discerned the feel of
Daddy’s hand on her bottom, she realised she had no useful reply to offer. He
was absolutely right. She had willfully disobeyed him despite his plain threat.
“And
you know fine well why you deserved it, Eleanor,” her father went on, now
patting her sizzling hot bottom.
“Tamara
is a wonderful woman. Everyone can see that, including you. She and I are going
to spend the rest of our lives together. We want to share that happy family
life with you. But I will have absolutely no more miserable behaviour from you,
whether in my home or elsewhere. Do you hear me?”
Harry
then smacked her lower cheeks firmly a few times in succession with his hand.
Eleanor yelped in pain. For both of them, it was a rude reminder of her
childhood.
“Yes
I hear you! Please stop Daddy! I can hear you!”
Harry
stopped smacking, and again placed his hand firmly on Eleanor’s lower bottom.
Her skin throbbed mercilessly. He felt a brief pang of pity for his only little
girl. It must be so sore. Then he remembered the way Charlie had described her
conduct in The Grand. And the way she had insulted his wife. His pity was gone
in a flash, replaced with rounded satisfaction that he was doing exactly the
right thing. Over his knee, his little girl sobbed her heart out as he
continued his lecture.
“You
will welcome Tamara into our lives, just as I’ve done. You will stop your
childishness, your disobedience, and your sulky moods. If there is any further
repeat of the kind of nonsense we were witness to today, and I mean even a hint
of it, you will find yourself back over my knee in a flash. And the next time I
won’t be kind enough to spank you in privacy, Eleanor Walker. It will be skirt
up and knickers down, wherever we happen to be. I love you very much, and I
really didn’t want to do what I’ve just done. But you left me no other option
whatsoever.”
Eleanor
blubbered, trembling.
“Oh,
I want to run away! I mean it! I’ll never forgive you, ooh!”
Harry’s
hand had not moved from his daughter’s searing hot bottom.
“I’m
now about to
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