mmmmmm...... i LOVE seeing kathy's bottom after Daddy has spanked it nice and red... she has suchhhh a sexy, hot bottom... doesn't she Daddy??? *xoxo*

Mr. Berkley called my Daddy at work because i got caught cheating on my math test. It didn't help matters that i had an attitude with him when he was questioning me about it. When i heard him tell Daddy that He had to come to the school, i knew it was going to be bad news for me. Daddy came in and told Mr. Berkley it was fine to use the paddle on me, and then He told him that i would be getting more of the same when we got home. i was mortified as Mr. Berkley had me lean across the desk. Daddy stood and watched Him paddle me... when it was over, Daddy made me apologize to him, and then took me home and disciplined me again and put me in the corner with my bright red bottom on display. It was awful - i swore i'd never ever ever cheat on a test again!

Daddy went to make a drink and discovered an empty scotch bottle - all of it was gone.... He asked me if i knew what happened to it and i told Him i hadn't touched it.... That was a very bad decision on my part... i should know better than to lie to Daddy - He can always see it all over my face... He was furious with me and had me undress immediately... As He was turning my bottom a dark shade of red, He made sure i knew that lieing was never an acceptable thing to do... i begged Him to forgive me, but He kept right on spanking and spanking.............

Daddy stopped over for a surprise visit after work and He was very surprised when He found the bed unmade. He has a very strict rule about making it each and every day. It wasn't long until i was undressed and over His knee getting a very thorough discipline spanking. Daddy lectured me the entire time and didn't stop until my bottom was on fire and i was crying and promising to be a good girl.

hmmmpf... i haven't been able to post pics for days :(

Mouthing off to Daddy is never a good thing for a little girl to do.... i tried it while we were in the park, thinking He would forget by the time we got home, but oh boy - was i ever surprised when He sat down on a bench, lifted my skirt and started in on a hard spanking.... Daddy spanked me just enough to get my attitude in line, and promised more for when we got home.... ohhh - it's going to be a longggg day of waiting to be fully disciplined.........

i stayed up too late and then refused to get up in the morning when i was supposed to.

i was already late for work once this week, and this was the final straw with Daddy. He decided to give me a little encouragement with the strap... After He was done, i was up out of bed with no whining at all....

i was waiting and waiting for Daddy to take me to the mall, but allll he cared about was watching the race on TV. When He got up to use the bathroom, i disconnected the cable and told Him it stopped working... ohhh - that was a HUGE mistake... not only did Daddy use the paddle on me, but i got grounded too..... *siggghhhhh*

mmmmm.... love/hate/love/hate/love/hate when Daddy lectures me before disciplining me.... He does this occasionally, and it's such a mixture of emotions that go through me.... "i'm sorry, Daddy"... "omg, He is upset - He's going to spank me hard".... "please don't please don't please don't use the paddle too hard"... "oh no, whyyyyyy did i do that?".... and then going back to being soooo sorry for disappointing Him... It just goes onnn and onnn....

Then when the lecture is over, i know it's time for me to get the discipline i've earned..... Afterwards, it's time to thank Daddy... in a variety of ways...... mmmmm....

mmm... Daddy had me lay over pillows so my bottom would be elevated and a much better target for the strap..... i felt like such a naughty little girl with my bottom in the air like that... afterwards, Daddy put me in the corner with my bright red bottom on display..

mmmm... the crop is an implement that can be soooooo sensual or soooo painful depending on how it's used... Here it's being used on such a nice sexxxxxy bottom.... don't You think, Daddy? mmmmm....

mmmmm.....i have been thinking of sucking my Daddy's cock alllllllllllll day long... i looove the way it grows in my mouth... how it feels... how it tastes... how it responds... and, just like in the picture, i can almost feel my Daddy playing with my hair soooooooo gently while i'm licking and sucking His perfect cock........ mmmmmmmmmmm...

mmmmm....nothing like a dose of Daddy's cock to make everything alllllllllll better...

mmmm i can almost "feel" the sting on my own bottom when i look at this picture. Just like i do after getting spanked, she probably wants to rub to make it feel better... but that is never allowed unless Daddy gives permission.... And rubbing while in the corner has the potential to have me right back over Daddy's knee for more discipline...

Daddy took matters into His own hands when i stomped my foot, folded my arms, and refused to do the dishes. i didn't think it mattered when they got done, but i was very wrong. Daddy told me that He expected them done as soon as we finished eating, and throwing a little temper tantrum was never going to persuade Him to change His mind......

Daddy caught kathy and i snooping in some of His things.... it was not a pleasant thing - not at all... He was upset to say the least... He had us kneel while He lectured us and He kept waving that crop all around.. After a few minutes, He was waving it over our bottoms and didn't stop until we were both crying soooo hard... Afterwards, He sent us to our room to write Him a letter of apology...............

Who said that hand spankings don't hurt as much as implement spankings? i know when my Daddy gives me a discipline spanking with His hand, it can sometimes hurt more than anything else. Here we see the effects of such a spanking. Skirt up, panties down - and Daddy's hand teaching me an important lesson. Whenever i am naughty, i know how my bottom will be when Daddy is done - He never has a problem teaching me what He expects - no matter WHAT He decides to use.

This is close to how my bottom looked a few weeks ago when my Daddy disciplined me for procrastinating. It's a bad habit i used to have, and one that Daddy doesn't like at all. He had me spell out the letters of "procrastinate" with each strike of the paddle. i finished spelling it once and He said "I think we should do it again".. so He did... Afterwards, He gave me a few random swats until i was crying my eyes out and a very sorry little girl. Daddy warned me that if He had to discipline me for it again, next time it would be much worse. i have thought of it soooo many times since then - and, trust me, i don't plan on forgetting it anytime soon... *thank You for the discipline and the lesson learned, Daddy... xoxoxo*

As soon as Daddy walked in the door, he heard kathy and i yelling at each other and arguing. He told both of us go upstairs, get the toy bag, and get prepared for Him. We both knew we were in trouble then. Daddy spanked kathy first. He was lecturing us both on what type of behavior He expects from us, and driving the point home with the strap. When He finished spanking kathy, He put her in the corner, then told me to bend over the bed and announced that i was going to get it harder because i should know better. Very quickly, i was apologizing and begging Him to stop, but that never works with my Daddy. He just ignored my pleas and kept spanking me until my bottom was on fire. By the time He finished, i was vowing to myself never to argue again........

Here i am again over my Daddy's knee... sometimes it seems the only way i really learn anything is after Daddy has disciplined me and given me a hot red bottom to remember it by...

Sometimes my mouth moves faster than my brain and before i know it, i'm in trouble. Daddy has no tolerance for me being disrespectful - when it happens i know i'll end up just like the picture - over Daddy's knee, being lectured while He disciplines me. Even though i beggg Him to stop, He never does until i have a hot red bottom to help me remember the lesson...