remind you of what my hand feels like put across your bare behind.
Like it was when you were a little girl. Since you still insist on behaving
like one. Then you will go to your cabin, get cleaned up and go straight to
bed. If you disobey, it’s time for another spanking. Is all of that quite clear
to you?”
Eleanor
cried like a baby, sniffling and blinded with tears. She didn’t care about
being sent to bed. There was nowhere else she would rather be right now, height
of the summer or not. But he couldn’t spank her again, surely! She desperately
needed to rub her bottom and get some of the terrible pain away.
“Please
no more Daddy! Please!”
Harry
wasn’t listening. Brusquely, he applied his strong roughened palm to the lower
cheeks of his daughter’s bottom. Impressing home to her once again the stiffest
lesson, exactly where she would sit. A dozen or so hard spanks gave out crisp
cracking shots around the bureau, accompanied by a further round of Eleanor’s
humiliated wailing. Hearing it, Tamara felt for the girl as never before. How
painful it sounded! Curling up on the large sofa in the day lounge, Tamara was
compelled by the sounds of hard male hand on bare female skin, and by the
shrill girlish protestations. She imagined Harry’s hand, so good at caressing
in lovemaking, spanking a bare bottom. For a second, she dared to imagine not
his daughter’s current predicament – but one of her own, over her husband’s
knee.
Then
suddenly it was all over. Harry stopped the spanking, having lost count of the
blows he’d delivered. Eleanor’s whole bottom burned a vile, red hot. Harry
smartly pulled down her dress skirt in one move, leaving the knickers at her
knees. He bent down to replace his shoe. Free to stand now, Eleanor lay still
crying loudly, not even sure if she had the strength to move.
“Up
you get now,” her father said rather more gently. “That’s your punishment over,
provided you behave yourself. Go and get ready for bed.” He patted her covered
rear a few times, softly.
Slowly
and in complete agony from her behind, Eleanor rose to her feet, shaking. Messy
tears of humiliation coursed down her face. Her drying curly hair was mussed
all over. She was too ashamed to look her father in the face.
“Why
did you do that to me, Daddy?” she sobbed. “I shall never recover from it! And
I’ll never forgive you for the rest of my whole life!”
Like
a little girl, she rubbed her eyes and cried mournfully. Her bottom was
throbbing furiously, quite the most physically painful thing she had ever
experienced. Her head was now thick and fuggy, as the effects of the champagne
wore off completely. How would she ever get over the horror of this day that
had started so magically, and ended up with the worst thing that had ever
happened to her? Her babyish crying grew louder.
Harry
was bored now with her histrionics. He rose to his feet and tucked the chair
under his large oak desk. Wiping down his water stained trousers, he sighed and
straightened himself.
“You
know exactly why you were spanked, Eleanor. It’s been explained more than once.
And this is the last time I will tell you to get to your cabin, and to bed.
Being spanked and sent to bed early is a punishment perfectly suited to a
repeatedly naughty child. I am now going to count to five....”
But
Harry had no need to. With her knickers still clinging wet to her thighs,
Eleanor turned to flee and do as she was told. There was no alternative, she
knew that. She found she could barely walk, such was the scalding heat that
burned from her damp buttocks to her thighs. She gritted her teeth through her
hot tears and made off out of the bureau, along the deck. Her little cabin was
tucked up a small alcove. Once in the door she slammed it behind her, threw
herself on the bed and started a fresh round of howling. It was misery. The
holiday was ruined. She wept with remorse and wriggled from side to side, in
fruitless effort to rid her
Like it was when you were a little girl. Since you still insist on behaving
like one. Then you will go to your cabin, get cleaned up and go straight to
bed. If you disobey, it’s time for another spanking. Is all of that quite clear
to you?”
Eleanor
cried like a baby, sniffling and blinded with tears. She didn’t care about
being sent to bed. There was nowhere else she would rather be right now, height
of the summer or not. But he couldn’t spank her again, surely! She desperately
needed to rub her bottom and get some of the terrible pain away.
“Please
no more Daddy! Please!”
Harry
wasn’t listening. Brusquely, he applied his strong roughened palm to the lower
cheeks of his daughter’s bottom. Impressing home to her once again the stiffest
lesson, exactly where she would sit. A dozen or so hard spanks gave out crisp
cracking shots around the bureau, accompanied by a further round of Eleanor’s
humiliated wailing. Hearing it, Tamara felt for the girl as never before. How
painful it sounded! Curling up on the large sofa in the day lounge, Tamara was
compelled by the sounds of hard male hand on bare female skin, and by the
shrill girlish protestations. She imagined Harry’s hand, so good at caressing
in lovemaking, spanking a bare bottom. For a second, she dared to imagine not
his daughter’s current predicament – but one of her own, over her husband’s
knee.
Then
suddenly it was all over. Harry stopped the spanking, having lost count of the
blows he’d delivered. Eleanor’s whole bottom burned a vile, red hot. Harry
smartly pulled down her dress skirt in one move, leaving the knickers at her
knees. He bent down to replace his shoe. Free to stand now, Eleanor lay still
crying loudly, not even sure if she had the strength to move.
“Up
you get now,” her father said rather more gently. “That’s your punishment over,
provided you behave yourself. Go and get ready for bed.” He patted her covered
rear a few times, softly.
Slowly
and in complete agony from her behind, Eleanor rose to her feet, shaking. Messy
tears of humiliation coursed down her face. Her drying curly hair was mussed
all over. She was too ashamed to look her father in the face.
“Why
did you do that to me, Daddy?” she sobbed. “I shall never recover from it! And
I’ll never forgive you for the rest of my whole life!”
Like
a little girl, she rubbed her eyes and cried mournfully. Her bottom was
throbbing furiously, quite the most physically painful thing she had ever
experienced. Her head was now thick and fuggy, as the effects of the champagne
wore off completely. How would she ever get over the horror of this day that
had started so magically, and ended up with the worst thing that had ever
happened to her? Her babyish crying grew louder.
Harry
was bored now with her histrionics. He rose to his feet and tucked the chair
under his large oak desk. Wiping down his water stained trousers, he sighed and
straightened himself.
“You
know exactly why you were spanked, Eleanor. It’s been explained more than once.
And this is the last time I will tell you to get to your cabin, and to bed.
Being spanked and sent to bed early is a punishment perfectly suited to a
repeatedly naughty child. I am now going to count to five....”
But
Harry had no need to. With her knickers still clinging wet to her thighs,
Eleanor turned to flee and do as she was told. There was no alternative, she
knew that. She found she could barely walk, such was the scalding heat that
burned from her damp buttocks to her thighs. She gritted her teeth through her
hot tears and made off out of the bureau, along the deck. Her little cabin was
tucked up a small alcove. Once in the door she slammed it behind her, threw
herself on the bed and started a fresh round of howling. It was misery. The
holiday was ruined. She wept with remorse and wriggled from side to side, in
fruitless effort to rid her
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