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Sam squirmed on the hard kitchen chair.

Her bottom was pretty free of marks, but she still squirmed because of what she was forced to watch.  

“You’ll sit, bare-assed, on the Punishment Chair in the kitchen for a full hour while you looked at the strap after you’ve oiled and placed it on the table.”  He had told her.

She shivered once more as she remembered how cold and angry his voice had been.  Sam knew it was only like that when he was really pissed at her!

She sighed but it was more of a whimper.  As scared as she was, her nipples were hard as erasers and her pussy was throbbing.  A wicked part of her was aroused, she was in trouble and getting a whipping.  She’d stopped fighting that a long time ago.

Why?  Why had she let Julie bully her into doing it?  WHY?  She berated herself.

Julie had always been a bad influence on Sam, and Sam’s husband warned her about it.

“Next time she gets you into something, I won’t hold back.  Her husband is at wit’s end for what to do with her.  I’ve tried to tell him what works but he isn’t willing to try it yet.” He’d told her.

“You told him?” She’d whined a little.  Her nipples hardened but her face flushed hotly.

“Of course, I did. I keep our arrangement no secret, and you know it, ” he replied.

Yeah, Sam knew it, but knowing it and then knowing he was telling his buddies about his spanked and obedient wife was a different thing. Tony had been very clear from their second date how their relationship would be. She’d had every opportunity to back out of it and hadn’t then, nor would she now.  

As much as it humiliated her sometimes, it worked well for them.  He was Daddy.  She was Babygirl.  It wasn’t an age-play kind of thing.  It was just what it was.  Julie knew what it was and teased Sam a lot about it.  

Every time Sam winced when sitting down to lunch with her or moved a little slower, Julie told her to show her the marks. Sam obeyed.  Julie was a Domme in a way.  It was why her husband George hadn’t done something yet.  He was probably afraid to do it.  Sam didn’t blame him.

Julie looked like a slightly more buff version of Gal Gidot and got away with murder in her household.  She bought reverse-harem novels by the dozens on Kindle and then told Sam all the juicy parts.  She did it sometimes in front of George!  How emasculating for him with Sam there.  She felt terrible for him.

Right now, she just felt bad for herself.  Next to the black leather strap was an open pack of cigarettes.  Sam had only tried one!  Just one…but she’d been seen!  She wasn’t sure if it was the grocery manager or one of the old biddies in town who had turned her in but it didn’t matter.

Sam’s ass was grass and Tony was going to shave it down with that strap.  She’d been so proud that he hadn’t had to get it down from the nail by the front door.  Yes, the front door is where he proudly displayed it as a deterrent.  It worked, too.  Even when they had company over, all he had to do was cast his eyes that way and she behaved!

It’d had been almost three years since she was introduced to it on their honeymoon.  The strap had been a present from Tim’s father.  Domestic Discipline was a family thing for them and the box with the strap had been quietly placed in her luggage by her mother-in-law because if Tim’s mom hadn’t then it’d be her bottom getting whooped.

The next morning when she’d yipped as she sat down to breakfast in the hotel restaurant, everyone around her had assumed she was sore for a completely different reason and snickered or grinned: men and women.  She’d blushed deep red and Tim just looked proud!  Sam hadn’t misbehaved at all.  It was…a baptism of sorts.  He slowly strapped her and teased her pussy until she was drenched and begging to be fucked or strapped or…whatever he wanted.  It was her first serious training session.  He’d used it three more times of that two weeks and she did sometimes look up at it by the door and smile at the memories when Tim couldn’t see her.

Sam growled.

Julie did this on purpose. Oh, God, Sam thought. What if Julie had ratted her out? It would be like her to come by later to count the welt lines and giggle at Sam!  

Sam wasn’t restricted from her phone…yet.  Picking it up off the table, she texted Julie and accused her.

What if I did?  Julie’s reply came back.  I’m not the one getting strapped for it.  She had the gall to add a smiling devil emoji.

Sam fumed.  The unfairness of this was a sour, bitter taste in her mouth like getting in trouble for something one of her sisters had done.  THAT had happened more than once but it just meant chores.  

The oven timer went off. Her hour was up, but it wasn’t the end of her punishment yet.  She couldn’t believe she was doing this to herself and Tony wasn’t even home.  She’d made a vow and she would keep it.  She was just glad her Feminist mother was over a thousand miles away.  Her mother had never and would never like Tony or The Neadetthal, as she referred to him.

Opening the fridge, her hand shook as she got out the Ziploc bag.  The root had been soaking for two hours now and would be nice and juicy.  Sam felt a prickling in the corner of her right eye.  Not even strapped, she was going to start crying!

Dutifully, she got out the fresh and dripping ginger root. It had a pungent and pleasant smell, but she knew from dreadful experience how it would feel in a few seconds. Checking the clock on the wall, then her watch and phone, she saw it was the right time to do this.

God, help her, if she hadn’t done it before Tony got home!  

However, she’d been caught, Sam had broken a health rule and embarrassed her Daddy in a public setting.  She knew precisely why he was so angry and she deserved what was coming.  It was a very unpleasant pill to swallow but she knew it was true.

Sam was dressed only in the tiny, white crop-top Tony put her in for Maintenance Sunday Spankings.  It was thin enough that her nipples showed clearly through the material so it was more naked than naked.  She knew he loved her like this. Right now her nips were two big points sticking out of the smooth cotton fabric.

Shoot, I’d be willing to parade downtown in just this if I could get out of this whipping. She thought as she used a small paring knife to scrape off the edges at the end of the root. 

“Soap, but no lube.” He’d told her.

She ran the end of the root under the faucet’s cold water a moment, then dripped it with some of the dish soap.  Turning back to the table, she bent over it and reached behind her.  It was the same as taking a suppository but so not!

The fingerwidth root went up into anus quickly enough.  She kept going until it was all in her except the broader head of it.  She moved the pack of cigarettes over and picked up the strap.  Bending further over the table, she flung the strap so it rested on her bare back.

Now, she waited.

The burn began quickly and got worse by the second.  Sam began to wriggle and moan as it hurt!  It was as if someone had shoved a burning match up her address.  She could still see her watch.  Tony should be home in a couple more minutes.  He also could take his time to punish her more severely.  She whimpered and knew he wasn’t going to be on time.

Sam tried to distract herself with remembering her first spanking over his knee.  It had been at the end of their fourth date.  She’d rolled her eyes at him to tease him even after he’d warned her the next time meant a spanking.  Had she forgotten or was she testing him?  She’d tearfully admitted she was testing him towards the end of that spanking.  Sam had never had to stand in a corner with her throbbing bottom bare but it was standard now.

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks to the table and a full-blown sob burst from her as she heard him drive up.  He was only ten minutes later than usual, but it was an eternity for her.    Her bottom started to flinch and flex from the heat of the root, and she knew what it would get soon.  At least, things would start so they’d be over.

It was among the many good things about a Daddy/babygirl arrangement.  After her punishments, she was forgiven entirely and it would never be brought up again.  Tony was so good at that and she loved him so much for it.  He’d even get after her for bringing things up to apologize again.  She couldn’t help it.  She was a submissive!

Sam heard the front door open, close, and get locked.  

His footsteps came closer.

Tony’s hand gently rested on her lower back.  “Good girl, Sam.” He praised her for being ready.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She whispered through her tears.

“Bad?” He asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Daddy.  It hurts so much, but…but…but I know I deserve all this!  I’m so sorry!” She wailed and sobbed harder now.

“Shhh…shhh, Babygirl.  I know you are and that you will be.  You know why I’m being so hard on you, right?” He asked.

She nodded.  “I do, Daddy.  You tried to warn me.  May I ask, please, pretty please, was it Julie?  Did she tell you?” 

Tony paused long enough that Sam knew the answer.

“Sorry, Baby, but she did and thinks she will get away with it.” He chuckled.

“What, Daddy?” She asked.

“No, Baby.  Not until after your whipping, then I’ll tell you.” He answered.

“Yes, Daddy.” She sighed and bent over more. The strap was lifted off her lower back, but he hadn’t tapped it yet.

“I stopped on the way home for something.” He put it on the table.

Sam turned her head to see an old-style flyswatter.  It had a metal handle and a large, rectangular rubber mat for smacking and killing the flies.  This one was brand new.

What? Why show her a… it hit her then—the stories he used to tell about when he got punished by his single mother.  

“No…please, no, Daddy?  Please?” She began to beg.

“Babygirl, I got this as a kindness.  If I were to whip you with the strap like I feel it fully?  No…I won’t do that to you.  I shouldn’t do that to you…at least not for a first offense.” He told her, and picked up the swatter.

“Thighs further apart.”  He tapped them with the rubber end of the swatte.

His mother used to whip him up and down with one until he was dancing and sobbing.  It didn’t leave any lasting marks but hurt so much like hell is how he’d described it.  Sam was about to find out.  She had to admit that if he needed to give her a good and hard whipping, then she’d rather he started with this than the strap.

Sam knew the strap was still coming for her.  Moaning, she felt her traitorous pussy clench in excitment.  This was going to be next level intense!

He began to whip the swatter back and forth on her upper thighs.

Sam squealed then screamed. “OH GOD, DADDY!”  

Tony sped up and she learned the dance he used to do.  She couldn’t help it.  During this, he began to scold her like a naughty girl for smoking.  It didn’t matter, it was just one.  She’d broken an important rule that was for her own good!

She felt his words almost as much as the swatter…almost but not quite.  Sam was howling now and getting close to hyperventilating.  Her ass cheeks and thighs were coated in lava!  It was how it felt!!

“Please, Daddy, please, Daddy…” She began to beg as she danced to the swats.

He didn’t stop for another minute but was done and threw the swatter onto the table.  “Breathe a moment, Babygirl.” He told her.

“Y-y-y-yess, Dddd-dddaddy.” She answered and just collapsed her breasts onto the table.  Sam could still feel the edges of the rubber swatter everywhere below her waist to her thighs.

“Want a cigarette?” He asked her.

“NOOOO!”  She nearly shrieked.  “No way.  I’ll be Daddy’s good girl.  I will!”

“Since you took that so well, I’m removing the root and we’ll wash out the sting. Follow me.” He told her.

She rose and obeyed quickly.  This was a big surprise to her.  He was going to take it out and wash it away?  Ohhhh, yes, please, Daddykins, she thought.

When they entered the bathroom, he laid a towel next to the bathtub.  “Kneel and bend over.” He commanded.

“Yes, Daddy.” She whispered and obeyed.

Her bottom was high in the air as her elbows rested on the bottom of the tub.  Closing her eyes, she felt the root pulled out.  He ran the cold water on the tub a moment.  Her elbows began to get wet as he let some fill up so the turkey baster could suck up the water.  

Sam felt so vulnerable and little girlish for him to do this to her, but she didn’t budge.  

“Three long squirts and you hold it.” He told her.

“Yes, Daddy, I promise.” She answered.

“Good Girl.” He patted her bottom.

She felt the strong wave of pleasure at his words and touch.  He did love her!  He did!!

One squirt of cold water rushed up her colon.  She gasped.

“Hold.” He told her.

“Yes, Daddy.” She muttered and tried very hard to obey.

Twice more he did it and she felt so full there but didn’t let it go!  

“Now you may go.” He smacked her bottom.

No fair! She thought but vaulted up quickly and ran to the toilet.  Modesty and dignity were so far away right now, she just let it all go and sighed at the relief from the burning.  

“Need more?” He asked from the tub area.

She waited and flexed a little. “No, Daddy, thank you for asking.” She answered.

“Back to the table then…chop chop.” He clapped his hands.

Sam did run this time because chop chop meant hurry hurry!  Her headspace was definitely leaning to Babygirl right now.  She was NOT a Little.  She was Babygirl.  There was a significant difference…somehow.

Flopping over the table once more she waited for Daddy.

“This is the next to last part, Baby.” He told her.

“Next to last, Daddy?” She asked, confused.

“Well, last part that will hurt this bad.” He admitted.

“Okay, Daddy.” She arched her butt up for him.

“There’s twenty in a pack sooo…since you took the whipping earlier….only two per cigarette instead of three or four.” He announced.

Gosh, she thought.  She was glad for the swatter now!  Forty was a lot less than sixty or eighty!!

Now, she felt the tap of the leather.  

“You will keep count.” He warned her.

She whimpered.  “Yes, Daddy.”  He knew she hated to keep count, especially with a significant number.  If she got it wrong, he started at one!! Sam decided she’d use her fingers and toes to help.  It meant two for each of them.  

THWWWAPPP!!!

Sam squealed and shouted, “ONE, DADDY!”  A line of searing heat was marked across both her ass cheeks.

It fell again and again and again and….

She had difficulty saying words by the time he got to twenty.  Sam swore she never wanted to see a cigarette again as long as she lived.  Daddy had put them right before her face while she was strapped.  It was a powerful message!

“Take a breath for a minute.” He told her.

She sighed.  “Thank you, Daddy…love you.” 

“Love you, too, Baby.  You’re doing great.” He told her.

“Thanks, Daddy.” She took deep, cleansing breaths.  “Daddy?”

“Yes, Babygirl?” He asked.

“Is Daddy hard right now?” She blurted and giggled.

“Baby!  What a question.” He scolded.

“Can’t I ask, Daddy?  You said no punishments for questions, right?” She asked.

He sighed.  “Yessss, I did say that. Give me your right hand.”

She flung it back to him slightly behind her.

He took it and moved it slowly to where she learned her answer!  Sam giggled.  “Because of me?” She whispered.  Daddy’s cock was so huge and like a rock!

“You know it is, Baby.  Daddy is a sadist.  You know that.” He laughed and let her hand go.

She kept it there and stroked him twice before dropping her hand.  “I know, but…I don’t want to do this again soon, please, Daddy?”

“You know how to fix that, don’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy.  I do and I will.” She sighed.  “I’m ready.  Thank you.”

“Mmmhmm….bottom up.” He told her

She obeyed.

He whipped her the last twenty and all of them were the lower part of her bottom and sit-spots.  Oooo, she wouldn’t sit well for two days at best!! Damn, Julie.  She growled softly through the sobs.

“All done, Babygirl. Turn.” She got up and obeyed.  

He held out the strap, which she kissed softly, and then kissed Daddy.  “Thank you for my whippings, Daddy.” She sniffled a little.

“You’re welcome, Babygirl. Thank you, for taking them like a Big Girl.” He smiled and drew her into his arms, letting the strap fall onto the table.

“MMmmm, yes, pretty, please, Daddy.” She murmured and melted against him.  Her soft kisses on him grew more fierce as she felt the burning travel from her bottom to her pussy.  “Daddy?”

“Yes, Baby?” He murmured into her ear then kissed it.

She moaned softly.  “Daddy, ride me, please?”  She could hear how naughty she sounded but didn’t care.  Her pussy was so warm and wet that she couldn’t stand it.

He laughed.  “Good thing we washed you out.”

She leaned back and eyed him.  “Is that why you were nice to me?”

“Not the only reason, no.” He told her honestly.

“Okay.  May I get the lube, please?”  She begged.

He nodded, and she ran up the stairs to the bedroom, got the tube, and was down before Daddy even got all the way to the living room.  

“Here, Daddy.” She handed it to him then plopped herself over the back of the stuffed couch.

She whimpered a little as he lubed her because he had to touch the welt lines but it was worth it.  He entered her slickly and deeply.  All his bumps and ridges in her tight little hole.  He filled her and…completed her!

“Mmmm…my Daddy.” She moaned.

“My Babygirl.” He responded and then rode her into a powerful orgasm after making her beg for it twice!  TWICE!  Daddy could be very mean.

She was lax and limp over the couch when he handed her his phone.

“Call George.” He told her.

“Okay, Daddy, why?”  She asked.

“You’re going to tell on Julie to him.’ He answered.

“OH!” She was excited to do that.  Her bottom almost stopped throbbing.

Quickly, she told George about it all.  He got madder and madder and started swearing!  George never swore.  

“Tell your daddy to call me in half an hour.  I’m sorry Julie did this to you, Sam.  She’s about to learn better.” He told her.

“May I ask, Sir, if it’ll be the strap?” She whispered.

He laughed.  “My belt for now, and we’ll get a strap by the door like at your house.  When it gets delivered, would you like to show me how to use it on Julie?” He asked.

“Can I?” She asked then turned to Daddy.  “Can I?”

He’d heard it all and nodded with a grin.

“You bet, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.  Is she going to call you Daddy?” She asked before hanging up.

“Oh, no….with her?  It will be Sir or Master from now on and she’ll be sporting a collar, too.” He laughed.  “Honestly, I think it’s what she’s been begging for in her way.”

“I agree.  Bye bye, Sir.” She handed the phone back to Daddy.

“Good girl, Baby.” He praised her.  

“Thank you, Daddy.”  She cooed.

“Bubble bath?” He smiled.

She giggled.  “Please, Daddy?  Will you…will you wash me and do my hair?” She begged and hopped between each foot.

“Not tonight.  You do a good job and come down in just the PJ top, nothing else.  I’ll order a pizza and we can cuddle and watch a movie.” He told her.

It was all the things she loved…except one.  “Daddy, can I…can I have a drink of you after my bath?”  She bit her lower lip because she knew it turned him on.

“Sure thing, Baby.” His eyes blazed a little at her.

It was good she’d come so recently or she’d be begging to touch herself in the bath right now.

Sam did as she was told and came down in her PJ top that just barely made it to her hips.  Her pussy and ass were on full display as Daddy wanted.  The pizza was on the way, so she straddled her daddy and begged him to play with her.

Oh, he did…edged her until she was squealing for mercy!  Meanie, Daddy.  The pizza got here and he put her in the corner!  Where the pizza guy could see her!!  

When the guy was gone, Sam was allowed to return and she asked why he’d done that.

“Saved me a tip.” He laughed.

She wasn’t sure about that being very nice either.

It was okay…she really wanted Daddy before the pizza so got him to let her suck him nice and dry then she got the plates and some cold drinks before they started the movie.  He let her pick so she picked Kiss Me, Kate.  Sam grinned to herself because she knew what would happen when it got to the scene where Kathryn Grayson gets spanked.

Sure enough, Daddy pulled her over his lap and spanked her at the same time!  She’d known he would, and that was why she picked it.  Sam was working hard to please him tonight.

…to be continued…