Category: Child


                AFTER DELICIOUS

Daddy is awful scary when he decides to spank me.  He makes me
look up and he is like a big tree frowning down.  Once I asked
Mommy if Daddy was more than five feet tall.  She laughed:
"Susan, your Daddy is a very tall man! He is more than six feet,
four inches tall."  When Daddy came home, Mommy put new grow
lines on the side of the kitchen doorway.  One mark for me and
one for Daddy.  I could barely see Daddy's mark, so I asked him
to hold me up.  I looked down and I could barely see my line, but
I didn't mind because I liked having Daddy Tree hold me high in
his branches.

After Daddy comes home from work, he gets down on the rug and
sometimes we play horsey and sometimes we cuddle and talk about
everything and anything.  I love lying with my head on his stomach,
his voice rumbling in my ear.  Each time he breathes, my head
goes up and down.  I wish we could stay that way forever, but I
always have to go to bed.

I like Mommy to tuck me in, especially after reading me a story:
but I love it best when Daddy puts me to bed in his sweet way. 
He tells me a made up, not-from-a-book funny story, acting out all
the parts and sounds, then gives me a pretend patty-cake spanking
and a cuddle until I drift off to sleep, smiling, my bottom warm.

When I have been naughty, the spanking I get is not a play-patty
spanking!  Daddy pulls down my panties, paddles my little behind
very hard with his big hand and turns it red and hot.  I don't like
naughty girl spankings, but when the horrible pain is past, there
is the after-delicious. 

That is when my Daddy holds me tight in his arms, caressing my
stinging bottom, kissing away my tears and whispering in my ear.
His deep voice buzzes in my ear, his warm breath tickling just a
bit, as he tells me that I am still his special little princess
and that he loves me so very much that it breaks his heart to have
to spank.  I know he really means it when Daddy says it hurts him
to hurt me.  His eyes are always wet when he cuddles me after.
Even though my pain is fading, it makes me cry again when I see his
tears.  I bite my lip and promise myself to be a better little girl
and try harder not to be naughty.

There is something delicious about snuggling into the pillow after
I have been soundly spanked and put to bed.  I pull the covers up
under my chin, tightly hugging my favorite Stuffy Bear.  My little
bottom is still hot and tingly, tears still damp on my face, Daddy's
kisses still warm on my cheek.  The cool sheets soothe my tender
behind, and I feel sad, sore and sorry, safe and special.

   Copyright August, 2004 by Koalabear <Woody at lava dot net>