FlamingRedhead
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Joined: 3/4/2007 From: Georgia Status: offline
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I was told to make a phone call on Monday to follow up on some financial papers which were supposed to have been mailed on Friday. I thought it was silly to call on Monday since it would take 3-5 days to receive them, so I didn't do it. I meant to give it 3 business days and then call. However, during the week, I just flat out forgot all about it. Daddy asked me about it on Thursday, and I admitted that I'd forgotten to do it. I didn't receive the papers on Friday before I left to visit him. When I got down there, we exchanged pleasantries and took my luggage into his bedroom. He began unbuttoning my capri pants and pulling them down. He bent me over the foot of the bed where toys were already laid out. I was getting all excited until he asked, "Do you remember me telling you to make a phone call for me on Monday?" I stammered as I tried to make excuses. "Well....yes, Daddy, I do...but...um.....I forgot." He then suggested that maybe I needed something to help me remember and proceeded to give me a spanking. Now, I like erotic spankings, but this one was done so hard and so fast that I couldn't possibly call it enjoyable. Neither did he stop when I squirmed around trying to avoid the blows and cried out for mercy. He just held me down and continued until I was in tears as well as hot and clammy from the pain. When he stopped, I lay bent over the bed where he left me, sniffling, while he lectured me on how I'd disappointed him and how that made him feel and how I'd feel if he "forgot" to do something for me, etc. When he was done, I got up to "fix" myself for dinner and ended up hugging his neck and crying on his shoulder while I said I was sorry. He stroked my hair and wiped my tears while assuring me that everything was okay and that he still loved me. For once, I wasn't just sorry that I'd been caught. I actually was sorry. Daddy was pleased with my reaction which, to my suprise, wasn't my typical sullen poutiness. It was my first and only punishment from him so far, and I haven't been eager to repeat it. With a previous dominant type, lectures made me feel bad but seldom ever apologetic, and spankings were never pushed past enjoyable. I usually ended up secretly smirking about it later and feeling as if I'd gotten off too lightly which, instead of making me happy, only caused me to lose some respect for the D-type. In fact, I used to try to provoke him to see if he ever would go any further, and I also did it because spankings are fun. I can't imagine provoking Daddy since I now know that he has no qualms about punishing me in such a way as to be totally different from play and doesn't resort to ignoring me rather than dealing with the issue. It has increased my trust and respect for him, and I won't soon be "forgetting" to do as he asks.
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I'm so addicted to All the things you do When you're going down on me In between the sheets Or the sound you make With every breath you take It's unlike anything When you're loving me
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