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Welcome: This blog is intended as an informal place to post, archive, and comment on spanking stories and perhaps to share story ideas. There are few rules for now except to use your common sense and do nothing to violate Blogger. Have Fun! All I did was let them peek at my paper. Everything on my paper was actually my own work! Cara is a good girl and a straight-A honor student.


I also knew that after weighing my words in the balance, he would side with Mommy, as he always did. Yet whenever Daddy spanked us, suddenly that rule didn't apply. Daddy looked up again. Daddy frowned to himself and looked downward, then back at me, studying my face.

His eyes closed and his breathing deepened, and I realized he was asking God for guidance. But that afternoon, as Daddy turned up my skirts, I had already plummeted to a level of misery beyond fear or embarassment, a level of misery I had never known existed. My heart lept and I caught my breath as I awaited his next words. In the Christensen family, when you were spanked and put to bed, you stayed there, and not a peep was expected from you until the next morning or until a grownup gave you permission to re the family.

Had God finally come to my rescue? The bedsprings creaked as he rose from his seat.

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In his deep resonant voice, he gently commanded me to get ahold of myself. And at that moment, Daddy stopped. And, almost as if a spell had been cast, the need to cry faded away. But the facts speak for themselves. I didn't understand why this had happened, only that it daughter somehow all be my fault, and that I must be the most worthless little girl in the world to deserve it. I was falling, falling, falling ever faster into a dark endless pit - falling away from daylight and family and friends and from all that there was to love. Then his father expression wavered and it was he who broke my gaze and looked away.

I have never known you to tell a fib so convincingly as you did just now. Our mother placed a high value on ladylike deportment on the part of Debby and me. When I told him I hadn't lit the matches and didn't know who had, his face darkened and I couldn't look him in the eye. Then he looked away again. As I felt Daddy's cool, dry hand tucking up the skirts of my jumper and petticoat to expose the seat of my panties, I sincerely wished, for the first time in my life, to die.

He sat down on the bed and sat me on his lap, cradling me with his left arm and drying my tears with his handkerchief. My soul was forfeit. Never had I sinned so grievously as I had done just a minute earlier: those awful, awful thoughts I'd had about God! Surely there could be no story for me, ever! I began to cry as soon as he came through the door. I lowered my eyes spanking, unable to meet his probing gaze, though I knew I ought to. I hated Him for making a world where things this awful, this unfair, this monstrous, could happen to poor little girls.

Mommy had doubtlessly told him "everything" as she saw it.

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The sound of my crying must have changed, indicating that my Will had broken and that my heart was now prepared for Repentance. There was sadness in his eyes, but the confidence had returned. And of course, Daddy knew this quite well.

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I didn't do it I really really didn't! He pointed out that it couldn't have been anyone else, since Mommy and I were the only ones home and Debby was at hockey practice and hadn't been home all day. Daddy was saying something. He turned my skirts back down again to preserve my modesty and released my wrists, allowing me to rub my bottom while I cried and cried across his lap.

But as spank after slow, measured spank landed on my bottom and the pain grew and grew, eventually it drove out even the hatred until I was no longer shaking the earth and igniting the sky.

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Daddy didn't believe me. I knew Daddy would listen to my side of the story. Is this true? Daddy held my wrists firmly against the small of my back and clamped my legs into position between his. I began to cry again but he hushed me. I sniffled a timid "yes, Daddy" and promptly obeyed him. Then came the sound of his footsteps.

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His hand continued to press against my backside, as if pushing the spank deep into my buttocks Daddy was stronger than Mommy, and when he spanked you could tell! Mommy, Daddy, God - all had abandoned me. Alas, the mood finally passed. The pain came a fraction of a second later, like hornets stinging deep into my buttock muscles, still tender from the hairbrush. Handprince c Please do not reprint or repost this story without permission from the author:. It was a question, but I didn't know what he'd said so I didn't know which answer to give.

It wasn't long before the stairs creaked under his tread as he made his way up to my room. The Good Lord has commanded me to spank you. I became aware that my backside now itched most unpleasantly in addition to the dull, throbbing, ache which hadn't seemed to matter earlier, and also that I was ravenously hungry.

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I didn't feel him remove his hand from my bottom, but about ten seconds later, just as the sting was beginning to ease just slightly, WAP! Oh, how it hurt! My loathing filled all space until even the pain from my bottom was barely noticable.

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Minutes passed before I unsteadily managed to stand up, still sniffling and crying softly, but ready to listen to directions. Then the door closed behind him. Suddenly I was just a helpless, wailing child, face drenched with tears, receiving a very sound spanking from her Daddy.

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I shrieked and then sobbed and sobbed deeply, desperately drumming my feet against the floor, helpless to escape the intense smarting from my behind. Strangely, I felt no fear, only desolation. And then, Daddy would spank me.

On occasions, the urgent fear I experienced when Daddy exposed my panties to spank me was leavened with embarassment at knowing that he was looking under my dress, and seeing everything there was to see. And then my heart swelled with hatred. When she attempted to chastise you, she says you threw a tantrum and refused to submit. It just happened!

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In a deep kindly voice, father anger, he instructed me to stand facing the corner and think about my sins. Desolate, I nodded my head yes or no when he prompted me with questions, calmly daughter out the logic which lead, step by step, inexorably, to my guilt. He didn't need anything else. And I felt too miserable to ask. In the story of her bedroom stood an obscenity, an abomination in the eyes of the Lord. My hatred ripped the earth asunder and set fire to the sky - blasting God, killing God, as Daddy's tireless hand continued to swat the seat of my panties.

We were strictly admonished never to allow our panties to show, especially when a male could see them, even Daddy. Up came your dress and down came his big hard hand on the seat of your plainly visible panties. He was not finished speaking yet. My mind cried out for escape, my body tried to flee, but all I could do was kick my legs against the floor from the knees down and wail into the coverlet. And lying while looking Daddy square in the eye was more than I could think of doing.

Several seconds passed. Could it be?

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It was normal for Daddy's spankings to hurt this much, but not after only the first swat! Was Daddy actually going to believe me?

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I was never a good liar under any circumstance. And in that moment, alone in my room, came the terror. But I knew better than to call for Mommy or Daddy, much less leave my room. He had always used only his hand to spank us. A moment passed. I didn't mean it! The force of the smack drove me into his thigh.

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I hated God for making this happen to me, all of it. And that is a change in you which troubles me very deeply. So I offered a silent prayer of my own, begging God, as the only One who knew I was innocent, to please make Daddy believe me - and to please, please not make me have to get another spanking!

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Finally, I mustered all the courage I had and placed my palms tenderly on his chest and forced myself to look directly into his steel grey eyes.

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