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Steven mentioned to me that I am going to get a punishment spanking
from him in a few weeks. It got me thinking...
Get Ready Young Lady
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
Zoey hung up the phone and smiled. She wasn't sure exactly why
the small smile danced across her lips, perhaps it was a simple
expression of relief. Daddy had this way of settling things, stopping
the craziness, putting things in perspective. All the silly little
problems with the other girls at school, the fighting, the bickering,
the name calling, all suddenly ended with his final words. "Get
ready young lady."
Zoey was going to get a punishment spanking.
She didn't deny it was exactly what she needed and what she deserved.
He had been listening to her for days, complain, whine, and moan
about things nobody could fix. She tried to follow his advice
and simply ignore the girls who were taunting and teasing, she
tried to feel sorry for them, to simply see how unimportant they
were. Still, her anger kept taking over and her lack of control,
and she lashed out and joined in, and today she behaved as badly
as her tormenters.
Daddy's simple words put it all in perspective. She had disappointed
daddy and herself, and to be his good girl again, she needed a
punishment spanking.
Zoey walked to her bedroom and turned the desk chair around to
face into the room. Daddy would sit here when he got home from
work and pull her across his knee. He wouldn't listen to her pleading
and begging and empty promises. He was in complete control now.
She felt resigned to it. She felt afraid. Yet, another smile crossed
her lips.
She walked to his bedroom and picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush
from his bureau. This hairbrush always rested on his bureau next
to a baby picture. Little Zoey's hair was lighter in color and
wispy, her eyes crinkled up and you couldn't quite tell if she
was crying or laughing. Daddy always said it didn't matter as
sometimes they are the same thing. Zoey's fingers touched the
baby's face, and another smile crossed her lips, and the first
tear leaked out and down her hot cheek.
She slapped the hairbrush once against her hand and winced as
she walked back down the hall. She sat the hairbrush on the seat
of her chair and it produced a loud clunk.
Those girls weren't important. How silly of her to let them bring
her to this place? Why didn't she just listen to daddy? Why did
she have to let them and their words tear her up inside? Why did
they make her so angry that she frightened herself?
Zoey knelt down next to the chair and placed her head on the cool
wood of the seat and stroked the hairbrush lightly with her fingertips.
Daddy was going to make things all better. She was ready.
© 2002 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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