When Daddy Calls

The phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Are we allowed to tell and be insulting in e-mails, miss?"

"No..."

"No what?"

"No sir?"

"Are you alone...the kids in bed"

"Yes sir"

"Good. I want you to find an object that is easy for you hit yourself with and tell me what you pick. Be quick!"

She goes to the kitchen breathing heavy, pulls out something wooden from the utensils jar.

"What did you pick?"

" a...spoon...sir"

"Go to your room and shut the door"

Still breathing heavy she heads up stairs to her room. He hears the door shut and begins to talk again.

" take your cloths off...NOW! I don't have time for you to hesitate, argue or fight me on anything. You wanted to get my attention and here I am. Put your phone on speaker. Lay down on your bed and lift your legs and feet up. Why are you being punished?"

"B-because I wrote an email that wasn't nice?"

"Dont answer me in a question. You were purposefully rude...you've been so in the past and I failed to deal with it. Your tone was mean and disrespectful. And for that you're going to give yourself 20 whacks with the spoon. Begin now and count them."

Shaking with dry lips she lifts the spoon up and brings down upon herself.

"One..."

" make the next one harder"

"Two"

"Harder"

"T-three"

"Harder I want to hear you moan when the strikes come."

"Ow...four...ouch five...ahh six"

"Better keep going"

" Ow-eee n-nine...TEN!"

"Good. Why are you being punished"

" be-cause I was very rude and insulting in a letter I wrote you"

"Keep going continue"

She squeals and cries as she willingly brings the spoon back up again and softly put down across her tender flesh.

"11..."

"I don't think so. That doesn't count. Another scared strike like that missy and I will make you do the whole count over again. Understand?"

"Yes sir...Oooh ow...Eleven!"

"Much better"

By the time she reached 15 she was begging and twisting against herself forced to obey her abuser and hit as hard as she could.

At 17 she cries out to be forgiven but no one on the other end of the phone answers so she squeezes her eyes and whacks herself 18....19...20!!!

Her legs kick in the air and she howls in pain.

"Why have I punished you?"

"Because I was rude...insulted you and was disrespectful... sir...in my email"

"Are you going to do it again?"

"No sir"

"Will you think twice before hitting send on such a letter"

"Yes sir"

" Are you sorry?"

"Yes sir please very sorry"

"Good."

She relaxes for a moment and then awakens to panic as he tells her to give herself another 20 starting now. She begs and pleads but nothing deviates him from the order he's given.

Taking a few sniffs she pleads quietly to air, finds and lifts up the spoon and CRACKS it down upon herself again.

He's pleased with what he hears "Count them"

"One"

Her voice trembled and is dripping with pain.

Through the phone he hears the next sound of the spoon meeting her bottom, he hears her body writhing on the bed sheets, he can tell by her voice how difficult this is getting for her...and he's pleased.

" do you want the count to start over. You're half way through."

"No sir"

" then hit yourself like I instructed you to hit"

"It...it hurts'

" it's suppose to hurt. If it didn't hurt you wouldn't learn anything. Maybe next time you'll keep your attitude in check. COUNT...HARD!!!"

She takes a breath holds it in and wails the spoon down, releasing her breath in a tormented howl.

' good now count it and keep going"

"Eight!"

At 15 she grew into histairics again and he sat patiently waiting for her to get over it. Man up and finish the job only prompting her one last time at the end.

" these last three are going to be hardest you've ever given yourself. I want to know that you are going to give me your earnest effort with these last three. Will you"

"Yes sir"

"Go ahead then"

The spoon lifts and with her effort heavily hits her tender flesh generating new tears from her eyes and howls of mercy not to be given. Nineteen and twenty are of the same.

When it's over she holds her legs and rocks back and forth crying.

"Now...since you so boldly made mention of it. I now want you to get a bowl of ice with water, find a corner to stand in and be obedient in your composure while waiting for me to call you back. Go do it now!"

And with that he was gone. Missy gingerly peels herself off the comfort of her sheets to go down stairs, fetch a bowl of water and ice and wait in the corner with her hands in the water.

It doesn't take long for her body to become overwhelmed with pain and make her cry all over again.

The wait is agonizing but after several long minutes her phone rings she answers it tears and all, and he tells her to put him back on speaker and her hands remain in the water while he lectures her.

"What happens to girls who are rude to Daddy?"

'They get punished"

"Are you going to challenge me again with insults and disrespect"

"No sir"

"Have you learned your lesson...did I make things painful enough for you or does the scowling definent little girl in you need another round?"

"NO! SIR please I learned my lesson. Please I did.. I'll be good I promise it was enough...please"

"You're going to write me a new letter TONIGHT. A long lengthy letter of apology. In it you are going to clearly state what you've done wrong why this upset me and why you deserved to be punished so servely for it. You also go in farther detail about how reckless and damaging this kind of behavior has to our relationship. If I am not happy with your new letter. You will find yourself back where you started with the spoon and the water and a NEW letter. This cycle will continue until you've learned to satisfy ME. You are my submissive. You serve me not the other way around. If I am happy with your letter you will receive my forgiveness. Do you understand all that i have explained to you"

"Yes sir"

"Good then get writing"

And with no good bye or warning he hangs up.