What Daddy's Adult Little Girl Has Learned
. . . To back off quickly when she starts to hear Daddy using phrases like “missy”, “young lady”, and “you know better than that” in his “I’m not going to put up with this behavior” voice. If he uses her full name – first, middle, and last, it’s almost always going to be followed by “get over my lap” or “pull down your panties and bend over that couch right now!”, and is sometimes accompanied – much to the little girl’s horror – by phrases like “and bring me the paddle” or “go get your hairbrush on your way”. But the worst is seeing him start to unbuckle his belt as she’s walking towards him . . the slight jangle of the buckle is enough to send tentacles of fear up her spine and make her bottom tingle in warning.
. . . That she will be spanked every Sunday evening at six and will be tucked into bed (on her tummy, of course) with a very sore bottom by seven, clutching a crumpled Kleenex and still sobbing brokenly as Daddy rubs her back to help her slip into sleep.
. . . That she will be spanked any other time he deems it necessary to correct her behavior or attitude, but it will be a spontaneous thing, with little ritual beyond the fact that any and all spankings are delivered to her bare white bottom.
. . . That her Daddy loves her enough to be very strict, and not listen to her cries and tearful pleas for mercy. He knows that to go easy on her would be a much worse thing in the long run for her than blistering her little bottom right now, when she needs it, thus helping her to learn to be a better person. Daddy is strict and stern, but most of all, consistent. He doesn’t spank her for something then let it slip the next time. Daddy knows that his unfailing attention to her discipline is something that she craves, something she desperately needs and wants, even though she might never really admit it. It is her anchor in a constantly changing world, one of the few things, besides his rock solid love, that she can always count on.
. . . If there’s a rule about a behavior, it’s because Daddy thinks that’s what’s best for her. Daddy doesn’t make stupid, unnecessary rules to try to trick her into getting a punishment. He knows his little girl doesn’t need any help in that area, and he’s a very fair and honorable man.
. . . See heading Daddy Knows Best, which states: . . . Daddy knows best, in almost everything, and that is why he sets up important rules for his girl to follow and chores for her to do, and he’s not fond of hearing excuses about why she didn’t pay attention to them.
. . . Bad language will always result in a good hard spanking, with whatever implement happens to be handy at the time or his big callused hand, and Daddy’s definition of bad language is very broad. He also doesn’t like his sweetie to use the Lord’s name in vain, or to put herself down as she is sometimes likely to do. Even words like “hell” and “damn” and “shit” are not allowed, so she has to use “heck” and “darn” and “gosh”, like the little girl she is.
. . . That pissing Daddy off while he is bathing her is not a smart thing to do, as spankings hurt a gazillion times worse when one’s bottom (and/or one’s Daddy
. . . That for her, there will never be an oral or “in the ear” thermometer, an aspirin pill (Daddy buys the children’s suppositories of Tylenol), or a week without an enema. Daddy is a firm believer in making sure she’s clean inside and out, even though he knows how hard it is for her to accept the enemas because she doesn’t like them. . . . She also knows that an enema is much harder to take while you’re crying over Daddy’s lap from the hairbrushing he just administered because you were arguing with him about getting an enema. . . . But he always praises her lavishly when she’s brave and takes her medicine with barely a whimper.
. . . Paychecks aren’t just for spending – Daddy gives her a very generous allowance, only part of which can she use as she pleases. Half of her allowance goes into her savings account, a quarter goes to the charity of her choice (always the area animal shelter), and she gets the rest to spend any way she wants – within reason – or to save for something bigger that she wants.
. . . Footie pajamas aren’t just for kids. Daddy found a couple of different pairs of them for adult little girls in a clothing catalogue she was going to throw away . . . His little girl loves how warm they are on cold winter nights; she just wishes the blasted things didn’t have a drop seat! How humiliating it is to be told to get ready for bed (they’re her only pajamas for winter – in summer, Daddy has her wear short little baby dolls with no undies (for easier access to her naughty bottom) and have to come back to the living room sometimes and lie over Daddy’s strong, hard legs while he undoes the flap to reveal her bare little rump – sometimes for a spanking or paddling, sometimes to take her temp if she’s been fussy, sometimes to give her a few glycerin suppositories if he’s noticed that she’s not quite regular.
. . . Little girls never tire of hearing that their Daddies are proud of them, of being complimented when they look especially nice, or when they’ve behaved in an exemplary fashion. Daddy knows how important it is, especially when his little girl gets spanked regularly at home for misbehavior, that there be a counterbalance to that – promotions at work, getting an A in a class, or sticking her neck out to learn or do something new are all cause for celebration. Daddies always like to indulge their little girls when they’ve done well, with care not to spoil them.
. . . Wooden spoons and rubber spatulas are the devil’s implements, and should never be too readily accessible in anyone’s kitchen.
. . . How to choke down oatmeal, or granola, or Wheaties or orange juice for breakfast, when none of those things are what she would ever voluntarily choose to eat. But Daddy insists she eat a good, healthy breakfast, and not just grab something at Micky D’s on her way to work, or, worse, eat a Pop Tart. Daddy says Pop Tarts are empty calories and has stopped buying
altogether, except as a special treat.
. . . That there are other things in the world to drink besides Diet Coke, like the milk he requires her to drink at breakfast and dinnertime. All of it, at least one glass, then she may have something else.
. . . That Daddy’s hand spankings hurt way too much on their own. You don’t ever want him to reach for the paddle, or your very own hairbrush that you will have to use to brush your hair out the next morning after it’s been used to set fire to your poor rump. Little girls’ eyes go wide and they blanch white as a sheet when they see their Daddy’s taking off their belts in the middle of the day.
. . . As stubborn as she could be, Daddy can always put an end to his baby’s rebellion with the hard palm of his hand (and does) or, sometimes, with even just a look from across the room that says she knows better than to behave that way.
. . . See subheading “B” – The Battle of the Broccoli*, where the little girl found out that when he said she needed to try new foods and put a disgusting clump of bushy green stuff on her plate, that he meant for her to eat at least a bite of it before she could get up from the table. A half hour later, when she was daydreaming happily in her chair, swinging her feet and trying to find animals in the stucco patterns on the ceiling, he ended her siege by tipping her over his lap and paddling her little bottom until it was a bright, shiny red, kind of like her eyes from crying.
. . . * Paragraph C: broccoli is still found under the list of foods she wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole, along with nearly every other green vegetable and any food not found in a McDonald’s value meal.
. . . That Daddy gives the best massages in the world, especially when she’s not feeling well, or has the flu and every muscle she owns hurts. Daddy is the best caretaker in the world, because he cares the most. Article III On Being a Sick Little Punkin’: Daddy’s rules require that his little one stay in bed when she’s sick with a tummy ache or the sniffles . . . or worse than that, bronchitis. He makes the best chicken soup in the world, makes sure she takes all seven days of her antibiotic, and keeps her amused (and is much less likely to spank so she can get away with just the teensiest bit more – but not much), but also makes her take long naps and rest as much as possible until she feels better.
. . . Article III, subsection B On Taking Care of Yourself While Daddy’s Away: Although Daddy will nurse her just as attentively and lovingly as always, if he feels that the reason his little girl got sick in the first place was her tendency to go out without a jacket, or that she ignored the warning signs of an impending URI until it became full-fledged pneumonia, then she will be due a spanking once she’s recovered. And Daddy has a depressingly good memory about these things, too. (Note to self: hide Daddy’s ginko . . . )
. . . Being tired and cranky, sick, or just PMS-y is no excuse to be disrespectful, to yell, or throw a tantrum. PMS may be a defense against murder in the eyes of the law, but Daddy’s law says that kind of behavior buys you a trip to the corner to stand with your hands on top of your head, panties around your knees or ankles, while you itch to rub your still throbbing bottom but know that if he catches you, you’ll get a repeat dose of what you just got, applied to an already swollen butt.
. . . Stomping your foot, slamming a door, or sticking your tongue out are NOT good ideas, although they seem that way at the time.
. . . The same goes for: answering back, muttering under your breath, and making faces behind Daddy’s back (This little girl thinks her Daddy’s from Twylo, 'cept for the fact that he hates walnuts and still has his thumbs).
. . . Daddy’s Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not whine under any circumstances.
. . . INDISPUTABLE FACT # 3: Corner time lasts FOREVER. She knows Daddy usually uses the kitchen timer and sets it for fifteen minutes, or maybe a half an hour. She can even hear it ticking on the bureau behind her. But time warps into infinity when you’re standing with your nose pressed into the corner of your bedroom, frilly panties around your ankles or bottom flap down, sticking your sore, swollen red bottom out into the middle of the room embarrassingly,
praying you can resist the urge to sneak a quick rub.
. . . Fuzzy chests with big pads of muscle are surprisingly comfortable to fall asleep on.
. . . Sitting in Daddy’s arms, on his lap (instead of being face down over it) with your head tucked beneath his chin while he rocks you quietly is one of the bestest things in the whole wide world. *Annex – Mystery of Life: How can hands that wreak such havoc on a naughty girl’s bottom be so exquisitely gentle and loving afterwards? How can a man who is as big as her Daddy be so careful of her, even when he’s spanking her? **Annex – Mystery of Life, answer: A Daddy’s love is a wondrous thing.
. . . NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER lie to your Daddy, no matter how naughty you were. . . . any further questions or concerns, see above.
. . . Daddy’s two strong arms are a refuge, a safe haven for his little girl when she’s had a bad day, when the world has been cruel to her, or when she just needs a good cry. Daddy always understands and would never turn his girl away. . . . This even holds true when she’s been naughty and will be getting a spanking in the very near future. Daddy’s arms are always open to his little girl.
. . . Daddy’s little girl shouldn’t try to hide the new clothes she bought in the back of the closet, either, because Daddy knows that old trick, darn it! . . . Sub-paragraph S: No matter how smart he is, Daddies never understand the simple economic principle of buying stuff on sale to save money.
. . . Daddies are like Santa – they know who’s been naughty or nice. Unfailingly. Unerringly. They always know. It’s another Great Mystery of Life (or not so great, depending on which end of the paddle you’re on . . .)
. . . No matter how it might look (or feel), the old adage about “this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you” is very true for Daddies. They don’t want to have to blister their little one’s bottom, especially if she was just spanked just a few hours ago, but the good ones won’t hesitate to do it if it’s earned. His little girl's sobs make a Daddy’s heart ache, because he knows she can behave better and he wants her to be the best person she can, always. He can’t settle for less with out shortchanging her.
. . . “Daddy’s little night owl” has a strict bedtime during the week – in bed by ten, lights out by eleven – because he knows her well enough to know that she would stay up all night and be late for work and cranky if he didn’t lay down the law.
. . . Cross referenced with Naptime: any time Daddy thinks his baby is fussy and/or is overtired or overstressed, he will undress her and put her in her jammies, then tuck her into bed for a nap. Daddy will pull the shades to make it dark in their bedroom, and turn up the heat, then leave the door open just enough so that he can hear her when she wakes. A smart little girl will stay where she’s put and lie there quietly, even if she’s not that tired.
. . . Seeing Daddy’s disappointed face as he walks toward her with the mean old paddle in his hand is almost as bad as the paddling itself. Little girls hate to let their daddies down.
. . . Scoldings and stern lectures are an important part of any punishment but muttering them under your breath along with him is not a very good idea.
. . . When it’s over, it’s over. From that first warning look, to the scolding that has her in tears before he’s even touched her, through the lecture and the spanking or strapping or paddling, to the interminable corner time afterwards to consider her sins – once she hears Daddy’s voice calling her into his loving embrace, she knows she is forgiven, becauseDaddy knows how important that is to his little girl. Forever, always, completely forgiven. Daddy never holds a grudge no matter what she’s done, and will never bring the incident up again, unless she is disobedient in the same way again.
. . . see also: Making the Same Mistake Twice. Daddies don’t like to repeat themselves (talking or spanking) – for some strange reason, it makes them think that they don’t have their little darling’s complete attention, or worse than that, even, she is being deliberately defiant.
. . . Don’t ever make Daddy call you over to him more than once, even if he’s already unbuckling his belt
. . . see also: Comforting After the Punishment Daddy recognizes that the holding and cuddling and butterfly kisses while she’s still sobbing and trying to get her breathing under control afterwards are almost as important as the actual spanking itself. His little one needs to know that he still loves her, needs the reassurance of being held close against him, of having her tears dried and her back rubbed slowly, as if he’s cuddling the most precious thing he has in his arms. And he is.
. . . A Daddy’s love isn’t just for the moment or for a few days, or only when his angel is behaving or when she looks her absolute best. A Daddy’s love is forever - even when she’s been sick and has a terminal case of bedhead and a nose as red as her bottom usually is - and there’s nothing his little girl can do to stop him from loving and thus disciplining her. Nothing she could do would make him stop loving her, and his love is THE BESTEST THING IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD.