Subject: Reassurances. . . a short twin story (M/f)
From: SamPast@aol.com
Date: 99-05-18 20:51:42 EDT
Just another quick story of a father's love for his daughter, even when she misbehaves. This story contains a spanking. Go away if that is not your thing. All comments welcome.
Reassurances. . . a short twin story (M/f) Copyright (c) 1999 by Sampast and Don A. Landhill
I was sitting at the dining room table doing homework when Daddy came in. "Hi, honey, where is everybody?"
I got up and ran to him and gave him a big hug. "Hi, Daddy. Jenn is at Betsy's house and Mommy took Stephen to the park."
"Did you have a good day today? Did you behave yourself?" Daddy asked me.
"Yes, Daddy, I did all my homework, and my room is clean. Want to see it?" I had gotten in trouble a few days before for not cleaning my room.
"Yes. I like to see a clean room."
Daddy followed me upstairs. My side of the room was neat as a pin. Jennifer's side on the other hand . . . I picked a few things up. But I knew I was only responsible for my side.
Then I noticed Daddy walking toward my closet. "Oh, no, Daddy, don't
open that!" But it was too late. He opened it, and lots of stuff came
falling out.
Daddy was angry. "Robin! This is NOT a good job of cleaning your room. You are supposed to put things away, where they go. And someone could have been hurt. I am disappointed in you, young lady. Come here right now."
I looked at Daddy. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, beckoning me over. I knew I was in for a spanking. I looked back to my closet at all the things sitting on the floor. I thought I had put most of the things away in their right places, but then remembered a call to go play, and having shoved the rest into the closet. I only remembered as Daddy went to open it. I reluctantly walked over to where Daddy was waiting.
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
"You will be even sorrier in a minute. Not only didn't you put your stuff away, you lied to me about it. You are in big trouble, young lady."
I cringed as the all too familiar feeling of Daddy's hands pulling down my pants and panties overwhelmed me. I soon found myself facedown over his lap.
"I didn't mean to lie, Daddy. Honest!"
"You will <Smack> put your things away properly. You will not <Smack> just
pile them <Smack> in the closet. You are confined to your room <Smack> until it is <Smack> completely neat."
"But Daddy! NO!"
"Yes! And what is more <Smack> you lied. You are NEVER <Smack> to lie to me <Smack> not ever. That will always <Smack> get you in much worse <Smack> trouble than anything else. <Smack> "
I was crying pretty hard by then. And feeling pretty sorry for myself. "But I didn't lie, Daddy, not really. My room really was clean. Just not the closet."
"The closet is part of your room, Robin. <Smack> Maybe you didn't really mean to lie, <Smack> but you have to be careful to really tell the truth."
I nodded and said, "Okay, Daddy, I'll try. I'm sorry, it hurts! Please!"
"All right, Robin, your spanking is over," Daddy finally said. But I always notice he has to give three last really hard spanks before he says this.
Daddy pulled me up into his lap and hugged me. He said, "Daddy still loves you, Robin, even though he had to spank you."
"Are you sure, Daddy? 'cause you have to spank me a lot. Are you sure you still love me?" I asked very quietly, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer. I was scared.
"I am very, very sure," Daddy told me. "I promise with all my heart. No matter how often I have to spank you, I will still love you. Always."
I said, "Okay," but I wasn't sure I believed him.
Daddy gave me an extra big squeeze and he soothed and comforted me until my crying eased. Then he turned me to face him and said, "Now I want you to pack up all that stuff properly, and put it where it goes. You are to stay in your room until it is done. Is that clear, lovey?"
I loved that nickname. "Yes, Daddy," I said, beginning to walk away.
Then I went back to where he was still sitting and asked, "Daddy? Are you sure it's okay? I mean, are you sure you still love me even when I'm bad?"
"I am very sure that I still love you no matter how you act, both now and always. I may be unhappy with you sometimes. I may even be angry sometimes, but I will ALWAYS love you, no matter what. And you aren't bad. You just acted badly, that is very different. Is that absolutely clear to you, now?"
I nodded. I don't know why I needed that reassurance, but it made me feel better. "Yes, Daddy, thank you for reassuring me. I love you, Daddy."
"Good, now get to work on your stuff," Daddy said.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl. See you in a bit."
Daddy left the room, and left me with a big pile of junk to put away. But he also left me with feelings of love and reassurance. So that was nice!
The end.