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A friend (coworker) and I did the tortilla face slap thing where you each have a mouthful of water, play rock-paper-scissors, and the winner hits the loser in the face with a tortilla. It was because I never had heard about it before. I agreed to play.
He got me twice. Then I got him 4 times. But then, having been revved up from getting hit 4 times, when he won, he didn’t hold back. And he hit the side of my face, including my ear, hard enough that I heard ringing and the tortilla broke. I never experienced that, so I stopped, swallowed my water, and shook it off. He immediately came to hug me and check me out.
Fast forward to game night that evening, where that friend is the DM for Dungeons and Dragons with my sibling and another friend/coworker. At one point, I brought up how I didn’t spit out my water, I swallowed it.
“Good girl,” he said.
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And my damn submissive brain malfunctioned for a few minutes.
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She sat on the bench outside of the building where her class was, waiting in the heat of the summer afternoon for him to pick her up. The summer classes she was taking were meant to advance her career and salary, but she found it incredibly boring to have to sit inside stuffy classrooms when she could have been swimming at the pool, laying on the sand at the lake, or doing literally anything else.
When he pulled up, he stopped the car, came out to greet her, picked up her backpack, and opened the car door for her. He helped buckle her in, and she hoped that no one was watching. He put her backpack in the back seat but handed her the water bottle she kept in the side pocket. When he got back in the car, he drove smoothly down the street, heading toward their place.
“Little girl, how was class today?” He asked.
“Fine,” she said. She took a drink of water.
“What did you learn about?”
“I don’t know. Some theory,” she answered.
“In both classes?” He asked, arching his brow.
“I guess,” she said, noncommittal.
At the next stoplight, he looked at her, his sunglasses lowered. “Little miss, I want to know what you learned about. Your schoolwork is important and you’re spending a lot of money on these courses to not know what you’re learning.”
“Then you can look at my notes,” she said, her tone suggesting annoyance with his comment.
“Watch your tone, little one,” he said. “I understand you may need some time, so when we get home, I want to hear what you learned about. Drink your water.” He put music on and continued to drive.
She took a breath before drinking more water. She tried to think about what was taught in class, but she really didn’t find it interesting that day. A theory that was formed 30 years ago and was now out of date hardly seemed worth learning, let alone talking about.
At home, he once again picked up her backpack, opened the car door, and unbuckled her seatbelt. She walked into the house after him, where he hung up her backpack and sat on the couch. He patted the seat next to him.
“Now, please tell me what you learned today,” he requested.
She took a breath. “It was about some theory that is out of date,” she answered.
“What’s it about? Why is out of date?”
“Education. Because classrooms change. I don’t know why I need to know this stuff,” she said.
“Okay, so that was the educational philosophy course. What about the other class?”
She let out a sigh. “I don’t know. My notes are in my bag.”
“Do you get to use notes on your test?” He asked.
She paused. “No.”
“So tell me,” he suggested.
“I can’t remember. I was tired and it was stuffy in the room!”
“Little girl, I warned you once about your tone. Between your tone and your lack of paying attention at school, I think you’ve earned a spanking. Come here,” he said, pulling her over his lap.
He began to spank her over her sundress and she protested. “This isn’t fair! I have my notes in my bag! You could just read those!”
He spanked her harder a few times before lifting up her dress to reveal white brief panties. “Little girl, I want to hear it from you. I want you to know what you learned in class because you are the one accountable for knowing the information.”
“I will know it for the test!”
“I know you will. You’ll know it by tonight, unless you want a spanking before bedtime.”
“No, sir,” she said.
“I didn’t think so. But your attitude does need to be spanked out of you.”
He continued to spank her, over the panties. And just when she thought he was done, he pulled them down and spanked some more.
About a minute went by, and he paused. “Stand up and go get the wooden spoon from the kitchen,” he commanded.
She didn’t argue, knowing it would make it worse. She did as she was told and handed it to him. He helped her back over his lap and began spanking her bare bottom with the spoon.
“I want you to know that I ask you about your schooling because I care. You’re a smart little girl, but that smart mouth gets you into trouble.”
He finished with ten swats that were extra hard. Then he picked her up into his lap and cuddled his crying little girl. “Shh, it’s all done.”
He put lotion on her reddened behind and pulled her panties back up.
“I’ll call you when dinner is ready. Go to the study and get your assignments done. I expect at dinner that you’ll tell me what your classes were about.”
She is in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet. She finishes peeing and wipes herself. When she stands up, she leaves her panties down, washes her hands, and then acknowledges him, standing in the doorway, waiting to inspect her. It was their nightly routine: she went potty, he made sure she cleaned herself up alright since she was his little girl.
As he walks over, she bends over the sink, waiting for him to look at her innermost parts. “Brush your teeth, little girl,” he commands her quietly. She obeys him and gets her toothbrush.
After she starts the electric toothbrush, he gently pushes her to lean forward again, sticking her bare bottom out. He begins to feel her cheeks, and spreads them apart slightly. She gasps.
“Brush your teeth, little one,” he reminds her with a light smack to her bottom. She jumps but brushes her teeth. He continues to spread apart her cheeks, and nudges her legs apart. Then he inspects her inner thighs from behind, his hands gently separating her folds. A moan escapes her as he does this, her cunt already slick despite being wiped minutes earlier.
“Good job, babygirl,” he says in her ear. “But first, finish brushing your teeth.” Another spank to her bottom punctuated the sentence. She hadn’t realized she stopped brushing after her moan.
He stopped inspecting her ass and cunt while she finished up brushing her teeth. Instead, he waited for her to be done. She stepped out of her fallen panties and he picked them up. Now all she wore was a t-shirt that just barely covered her pussy, as well as cute little socks with lace trim.
“I think my good girl has earned a good girl spanking,” he cooed. She smiled shyly and nodded. He sat on the bed and had her lay across his lap, legs spread. His fingers danced between her legs, massaging her pussy. He grabbed a vibrator and wedged it under her clit, turning it on. She let out a yelp. He chuckled, “you like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whined breathlessly.
He began to palm at her bottom before starting to spank her. Lighter smacks to start, getting stronger after a minute. She wiggled her bottom, positioning her clit over the vibrator as she did. He slapped her ass harder just to see her jump.
“Little girl, I want you to cum for me,” he said, spanking her bottom to a medium shade of pink. Between his hand slapping her and her clit rubbing against the vibrator and the fabric of his pants, she got to the edge quickly. When her orgasm hit, she cried out and panted, her legs bucking as the pleasure and pain mixed together.
She laid across his lap for a few minutes while he rubbed her back and bottom. When she finally sat up, she sat on his lap, cuddling and thanking him.
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"Little girl, we should go back to the hotel room for a little bit," he said. After spending nearly eight hours in the Magic Kingdom, they both were hot and tired.
"I don't want to! I want to try pulling the sword from the stone," she said, pointing in the direction of the sword.
"As much as I would love to watch you try, and I would also like to try, I think it would be better to try that at a different time. Plus, I think we both could use a nap."
"But I'm not sleepy!" she whined.
"No, but you've been in the sun a lot. Plus, what did we want to do after dinner tonight?"
"See the fireworks!" she squealed.
"Exactly. And I'm not going to have my little girl cranky tonight at the fireworks. So let's go back to the hotel and nap for a little while."
She let out a heavy sigh. "Fi-iine," she whined. "But then can we get ice cream when we see the fireworks?"
"We'll see," he said. As they walked to the bus stop, she spotted a petting zoo. Excited, she ran up to the fence, where a gray and white pony stood.
"Aww!" She saw the dispenser for food, noticing that it was two dollars.
"Can I have two dollars, Daddy?" she asked.
"No, our bus should be coming soon."
"But I want to feed the pony!" she said. "Besides, we could always get the next bus. It's not like they don't constantly have shuttles."
"Baby girl, watch your tone. We need to get in the line for the bus stop so that we have seats. You know how crowded it can get."
"But would it be so bad if we miss the bus? Then I can feed the pony!"
"Little girl," he said, in a stricter, softer voice. "Say goodbye to the pony and come with me." He held up his hand, offering it to her.
She shoved his hand away and started walking. "Come, on, you wanted to go, let's go!" she yelled behind her.
He quickly grabbed her hand and tugged her to the side of the road, next to a tree. She shook off his grip.
"Your behavior has become unacceptable. We are going to go back to the hotel, and you are going to find out that the happiest place on earth can quickly become a place where bratty little girls get punished just as if they are at home," he said in a growling whisper. "If you do so much as sigh the wrong way, I will bend you over my knee on the bus, do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir" she said.
"Good. Now let's go." He took her hand as they walked to the shuttle stop.
They were silent on the shuttle ride. His hand held hers in a possessive manner. After exiting the shuttle, he helped tie her shoe before walking into the resort hotel.
When they got to their room, he put up the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and locked it. She stood sheepishly in front of the bed.
"Little girl, your behavior in the past half hour was what I was trying to avoid by suggesting we come back here and nap. You were disrespectful and rude. Can you tell me what happens to disrespectful and rude little girls?"
Her breath hitched and she mumbled. "They get spanked."
"Say it louder so I can hear you, please," he commanded.
"They get spanked, sir."
"You're right," he said, pulling the chair from the desk to the middle of the open area. "Come here."
She walked over and he helped her over his lap, spanking her with his hand on her denim shorts. After about 30 seconds, he paused. "Why are you getting this spanking, little girl?"
"Because I was disrespectful and sassed you instead of listening, Daddy."
"And is that the right thing to do?"
"No, sir."
"And you know that it is my job as your Daddy to take care of you, right? So when I say we should nap, it's not to be mean, it's for a reason." He began to spank her harder for another 30 seconds over her jeans before he had her stand up so he could take down her jeans before returning her over his knees.
Without speaking, he continued her spanking over her pink panties. After a couple minutes, he had her stand up again. This time, he stood up and rummaged through his luggage to find a wooden hairbrush. Her stomach and butt clenched at the sight of the brush.
He set down the hairbrush before pulling down her panties to find her bottom already the same shade of pink as the undies. He helped her back on his lap and spanked her with his hand for about a minute before switching to the hairbrush.
"This is to remind you that you can and will be punished for poor behavior here, little one. Next time you sass me, you'll have a bar of soap in your mouth as well as a belt whooping. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said, choking back a sob.
He spanked her bottom hard with the hairbrush, leaving oval marks all over her bottom. She began to sob and kick, which only made him put one of his legs over hers to keep her restrained. He continued spanking her for a few minutes more, making a point that her bratty behavior would not be tolerated, even at Disney World. By the time the spanking was over, her Minnie ears had fallen to the floor and her nose dripped with snot.
He picked her up from the position and cuddled her in his lap, rubbing her bottom for a minute before cleaning up her face with a tissue. He held the tissue to her nose so she could blow her nose. He rubbed aloe lotion on the sore bottom and rubbed her back as her crying stopped. Then, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, sitting her up. He removed her shirt and bra, covered her with the blankets, before stripping to his boxer briefs and joining her in the bed. He held her close and kissed her, all over her face, and the top of her head. He set a timer for their nap and continued to make sure his baby girl was safe in his arms.
When the timer went off an hour later, she awoke with a smile on her face, realizing the happiest place on earth was with her.
They showered, dressed for dinner, and headed back to the Magic Kingdom for everything he promised, including the fireworks and ice cream.
She stood in the corner knowing what was coming. Her heart pounded, and she was already regretting her actions. She hadn't done her homework like she should have, procrastinating so much that her work wasn't of the quality he expected. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, waiting to hear him walk into the room.
It may have been five minutes, it may have been ten, but he came into the room and moved a chair into the middle of the room. "Come here," he commanded.
Silently, she turned around to face him and saw him holding a hairbrush. He was folding up his sleeves as she approached.
"Little girl, you had almost a full week to do your work. Why did you wait until the last minute?"
"I don't know," she mumbled softly.
"I can't hear you."
"I don't know, sir."
"I don't know, either. Your homework should be your priority so that it is an acceptable quality. This week's homework was done poorly. So aside from redoing the assignment, you are receiving a spanking. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she said quietly, looking down.
He sat down and tugged her over his lap. He began spanking her bottom, alternating sides. After about a minute, he stopped and helped her up from his lap. He undid the button of her jeans and pushed them down past her hips, exposing her polka-dot panties. Again, he guided her over his lap and began spanking her bottom again.
She kicked her feet a bit now, feeling the sting more from each slap on her panty-clad bottom.
"You are a bright girl," he said, still spanking, "And I have high expectations for you to get your homework done, and done well. I hope we get to the seat of the problem of your procrastination right now. Because if you weren't sure how to do the work, why didn't you ask for help?"
"I don't know sir," she cried. He paused the spanking.
"I want you to know you can always ask for help. I expect you to ask for help when you aren't sure. You're my little girl, after all. But you need to know that procrastinating and turning in subpar work is never the answer. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, daddy," she answered.
He pulled down her panties and she whined. "Please no, daddy, I'll do better," she pleaded.
"I know you will. This spanking will hopefully be that reminder to be better." He began spanking her some more, alternating cheeks. It didn't take long before her bottom was a bright shade of pink.
After a minute or so, he paused again, but this time, she felt the back of a hairbrush on her bottom. The wood was cool against her pink bottom, but she knew that would quickly change.
"Let's hope that the hairbrush really helps the message sink in. Otherwise, if this happens again and your homework isn't completed at an acceptable quality, you'll be getting more than just the hairbrush." He began to smack her bottom, still alternating cheeks, just with the wood of the brush. She yelped and squirmed on his lap, clearly struggling with the stinging pain that he delivered. But he continued for another minute or two, her bottom becoming a deep shade of red. She would not soon forget the lesson he was trying to teach her.
When he did stop, he put the brush aside and helped her up from his lap, pulling her into an embrace. He rubbed her back for a few minutes as her sobs quieted down, her tears soaking through his shirt.
"Go stand in the corner for a few minutes to think and reflect," he commanded. "I'll set a timer, and when you're done, I'll draw you a nice bath."
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