I was still feeling so guilty about my bad behavior, the writing of the crappy cover letters to ruin my chances of being considered for the positions to which I applied. One was for a job that I might have really wanted to get.
When you tell me my timeout is over as you go to fix dinner, I go to my desk and pull up the five bad letters and correct them to be something showing my competence and experience for someone to want to interview me.
I know it is too late to send these letters now. It is more the finish of my punishment to show my Daddy I know how to behave properly.
When you call me to dinner I bring them to you. As we eat you read them as you feed me.
You smile at me and tell me that this is the Lizzy you know, and if only I had done this the first time I might already be getting calls for interviews. I again tell you I am sorry, and this is how I will apply for all jobs now.
I realize part of this will be fate. I do have to really try. If I am meant to get another job it will happen. If nothing comes to fruition then it means I should just enjoy this life full time as your baby girl.
But I am still antsy to hear what you are going to tell me about your past. I twist and turn so much in anticipation that much of my dinner lands on my bib and boobs. We are both still fully naked from our afternoon. You take your time cleaning my face and tits. Spending extra care on the tits, squeezing and pinching them and my nipples.
I giggle with glee at your attention.
You take me from my highchair and carry me to the nursery and changing table. Again, I look at my daily report and see the red palm indicating the spanking I got a little earlier. And note how many times we both came so far today.
You tell me you are diapering me for the night, then it will be my baby bottle time. As you diaper me you remove today’s plug. There is only one more left in the training kit.
What I have been waiting for.
In your lap, this time we are in the big rocker, you gently allow it to move back and forth. It is nice, and this motion could put me to sleep, but I am too excited to hear your story.
My baby bottle of wine is to my lips, and your glass is beside us which you take a sip from before beginning.
You begin your story of Daniel before you became my Daddy.
Lizzy, you know that I am six years older than you. Forty-six right now. I have told you about my job, education and some of my family background.
I have learned that you were also an only child and both your parents, who were older when they had you, died while you were still in college. You graduated with a master’s degree in computer science. For a few years, you worked for a smaller computer service company before you launched your own company which has grown and done so well over the past fifteen years.
But now you tell me so much more.
I was somewhat lost without my parents to turn to anymore. When I started my job at the first computer company at twenty-four, the forty-five-year-old woman who owned the company took me under her wing from the start. Though so much older, she was attractive and offering affection which I longed for.
She had taken me out to dinner a couple of times and helped me get settled in a small apartment near work. She always praised my work and complimented me on how well I was doing. But one day I did not complete an assignment and she called me to her office.
And a new a different life started for me.
She told me that she was very disappointed in me for not completing the project on time. She went on telling me how much money we had lost by not meeting the deadline, and how our reputation could be tarnished.
I felt awful. Tears almost formed in my eyes as I apologized. Then she said something that changed our relationship quickly.
“Daniel,” she said, “I do not do this with other employees, only ones I which I see a great deal of potential in, which you seem to have. I think to help you realize the errors of your ways, and help prevent it from happening again, I should start to punish you when you are bad like this.”
I did not know what she was talking about but just nodded as anything she could do to me wouldn’t make me feel worse than I did now.
She took something from a desk drawer and came over and sat on a larger armless chair in front of her desk. She told me to come to stand at her side, which I did.
“Daniel, I am going to spank you for your bad behavior, and will do so each time it is needed.”
I gasp some, but somehow, I was mesmerized but what she was saying and could only nod in reply.
She reached over and undid my belt buckle and opened my pants. I just stood there with my hands at my side. She told me to raise them up to behind my neck, the position I would always assume before a punishment. I did as she said as she lowered my pants and underwear to my knees.
She told me I was to stand like that for fifteen minutes and think about my failure today. I did as I was told. It embarrassed me some to be standing exposed like that, but for some reason, it seemed the right and proper thing to be happening. She moved from the chair and went to her desk for the fifteen minutes, working at her computer and glancing at me from time to time.
I just thought about missing my deadline, and what problems I have caused because of it. I got sadder and sadder. Tears did well in my eyes.
Here I was, a twenty-four-year-old man, about to be spanked, on my bare bottom, for the first time in my life. This I would have never imagined even that morning but now was accepting that it was going to happen.
It seemed like hours but was only about seventeen minutes when she came back to the deep chair and sat down again. I then saw what she had taken from her desk drawer now sitting in reach on the edge of her desk.
A leather paddle.
I didn’t know why, but as she sat she shifted her skirt up a good bit, and her nylon thighs were exposed as she motioned me to lay over her lap.
I did.
My arms were holding me on the ground and my legs stretched out on the other side. I don’t know how she maneuvered it, but my cock, still soft, was between her legs, and as she pressed them together she held me with my prick and balls rubbing against those stocking thighs.
Now at this point, I have stopped sucking on my bottle and feeling very wet between my legs I am enraptured by your story right now. I feel the throbbing in my cunt start as I imagine you getting your first spanking.
She began by rubbing my cheek softly round and round. When the first spank landed on my one cheek I jumped at the impact. Before I fully recovered, my other cheek was spanked.
And my first spanking was underway.
She spanked me fully and thoroughly. She did do the circle dance around each cheek, rotating between them, then the intense repeating spanks circling each cheek.
Yes, Lizzy, that is where I learned about doing that.
The pain was excruciating, but as I felt the sting of each spank, I realized I was getting hard between her legs. Each spank which I reacted to, which was most of them, caused my prick and balls to rub against her silk stockings. The realization that I was getting sexually aroused from being spanked was enlightening.
By the time she had picked up the paddle and started a new dance on my ass, I could feel precum dripping from me. She had to know what was happening to me, but she just continued the spanking. After about ten minutes with the paddle, tears were running down my cheeks and my legs were kicking in the air with each spank.
And then it happened.
With all the movement I made, the rubbing of my member on her tightly held thighs was too much. With a huge moan, now of pleasure, I came, squirting out between her legs.
I was so glad her skirt was raised so I hadn’t messed on it.
She interrupted her soliloquy of my failures that day to comment on what had just happened. She said only that the spanking would now go on a little longer, as I would now feel a more intense pain from it because I have cum.
She did continue for several more minutes, and she was correct that the pain did sting so much more.