Heather's Fair Daddy
Heather's lower lip trembled as she caught her fathers gaze. She
had seen that look many times before, but each time she encountered
it, her reaction was one of complete surprise. Heather had just
turned 12, and wanted so much to be treated as a grown-up. She
had made this clear to her father, but he would only smile and
avoid further conversation. This had been going on for many months.
But now Heather was 12, and she wanted her daddy to treat her
as a young woman. "No more being treated like a kid", she would
tell herself.
So, two weeks after her twelfth birthday, she found the opportunity
she had been waiting for. Daddy's best friend Ed had stopped by
for a few minutes. Ed was always coming over to talk to her daddy.
Many times they would go out together. They both had season tickets
to the Jets and enjoyed many of the same hobbies as well. Tonight,
the two of them were supposed to go to a friends going away party.
Daddy had been wanting to attend this for some time. Heather tuned
in to their conversation just as Ed said, "Paul, I just can't
go tonight. Try as I might, I can't find a baby sitter. I looked
up all of the regular kids, but none of them were available. It
looks like I'm stuck". Ed had two small children, ages 3 and 5.
Ed's wife was away on business, so the kids were his responsibility.
Heather was about to dismiss their conversation and turn her attention
to other matters, when all of a sudden she heard a voice in her
head say, "Heather, don't you think you could baby-sit for Ed?"
She stood up and walked to the center of the hallway. "Sure you
could. You'd be great at it!"
Heather took a deep breath and walked into the living room. The
two men stopped talking and smiled at her. "Hello Heather," Ed
said. Heather looked at Ed and then at her father. "Daddy, I couldn't
help overhearing you and Mr. Smith talking. "Were you spying on
us?" her father said with a smile. "No, not at all daddy. But
I can help you." Her father caught her meaning and said, "Honey,
remember the last time you were trusted to baby-sit and you fell
asleep while watching the kids? It was a good thing that I happened
on by to check up on you when I did." "Please Daddy," she continued,
"that was over a year ago." I'm grown-up now." "Heather, I don't
know. I don't think...." Ed interrupted Paul's sentence in mid
stream as he said, "Why not give her the chance, Paul? I'm sure
she'll do just fine." After a moment of thought, Paul looked at
his daughter and gave her his approval. "But I expect you to be
responsible. Do you understand, Heather?" Heather took a deep
breath and then nodded. She was smiling, and quite confident that
all would be fine. She was feeling like an old girl of 15!!!
Daddy pulled out his car and the three of them got into it. Paul
backed up slowly and before long, they were out of the driveway
and heading east toward Ed's place. The conversation turned to
sports, as it did so often whenever Ed and her dad got together.
Heather let her mind drift to other thoughts...thoughts of boys.
But not just any boy. These were thoughts of Larry, who was 14
and adorable. Heather had a crush on him for several months. She
kept her thoughts on him as her Dad and Ed discussed whether or
not the Jets needed a new quarterback. Finally, Heather's thoughts
were interrputed by her father's voice, as he said, "Okay, pumpkin,
snap out of it, we're here!!"
Heather opened the car door and stepped outside. The day had been
a cool one for the first weekend of October. The high temperature
had only gotten up to 52, and by now, it felt about ten degrees
colder then that. Ed groped for his keys, dropping them not once
but twice. Finally, he managed to guide the key into the lock
and open the cylinder. He pushed the door open and the three of
them stepped inside. He had left the kids with his cleaning lady,
Lydia, who smiled with of relief when she saw Ed. They exchanged
some quick conversation, along with Ed handing her some money.
Then, Lydia slipped out the door and into the coolness of the
evening.
Ed's two kids, Robin and Andrea were busy with a coloring book.
Robin (the eldest child) was busy trying to stay within the lines,
and Andrea was jumping up and down, as she stared at that dumb
purple dinosaur on the screen. "Okay, pumpkin," daddy said. "We
won't be too late." "Make sure the kids are in bed by nine. And
please, no friends in the house while we are gone, okay?" Ed said
to her. "No problem, Mr. Smith," Heather replied. "You can count
on me, and thanks." The two men stepped out of the house and Heather
was on her own.
She felt great to be getting this chance. She felt proud. She
was in charge. For once, she was the boss. She looked over at
Robin who was still working on that coloring book. "Are you guys
hungry?", she queried. "Yeah," Robin offered. Heather walked into
the kitchen and fixed them up a snack. She decided to make some
popcorn. She loaded the Pop Secret into the microwave and stared
into space. Her head filled with visions of Larry. Damn it!, she
thought, "why can't I get him out of my head?" The popping stopped
and Heather regained her focus. She took the popcorn out of the
oven and poured it into a bowl. The kids ate it up and before
too long it was time for bed. "Okay, guys. It's time for bed."
"Can't we stay up just a little longer?" Robin pleaded. "Nope",
came the authoritative reply.
Heather liked the way things were going. She enjoyed being in
charge. This was going to be easy, she thought. Easy money and
easy work. The kids were tucked in, and Heather marched back down
the stairs to turn on the TV. She flipped the channels, but could
not find anything of interest. As she continued to channel hop,
she heard loud voices coming from outside. She ran over to the
window and looked out. Her big brown eyes went wide as she saw
Larry, and some other kids. Heather ran to the front door and
opened it. She moved quickly and before long she was standing
outside the house. Larry looked toward her and shouted, "Heather....is
that you?" "Yeah," Heather called back. "Hey, since when do you
live here?" Larry asked. "I don't live here," Heather laughed,
"I'm just baby-sitting." "You mean nobody else is home, but you?"
"Well, the kids are home." Beaming, Larry said, "This is great.
Now we have a place to hang out. It's getting so cold, we were
going to call it a night, but now we don't have to." Heather felt
a lump in her throat. A night with Larry, she thought, this was
too good to be true. Then her brain started to function again.
"Larry, I can't. I'm baby-sitting and was told that nobody else
was allowed in the house." That was true. Ed had told her not
to let anyone else in. No friends. "C'mon, Heather. It's okay.
All of us do it, whenever we baby-sit. We have no place else to
go." Well, good old peer pressure won out and Heather heard herself
say, "Okay, guys, come on in."
Larry, and a few of his friends piled on into the house. Heather
felt a wonderful sense of womanhood. She had the house, and her
Larry with her. How good life could be!!! "Hey, let's get some
food from the 'fridge," Larry yelled. The five guys ran into the
kitchen and converged on the food. They opened up soda, and chips
and took some frozen pizza from the freezer and popped it into
the oven. Larry turned the over up to 400, and put the pizza in.
They turned on the ballgame and all settled down. Heather sat
next to Larry and engaged in some wacky teenaged conversation.
Carl, one of Larry's friends turned on the stereo and upped the
volume just below deafening level. Ed's kids cried out, as they
could not sleep. Heather ran upstairs to calm them. After tucking
them back in, she lowered the stereo and then watched the game.
Larry then suggested that they go outside for a few moments. They
left the house and hung out on the block. Larry took Ed's bike
from his garage and they took turns riding it. Meanwhile, the
pizza burned.
Heather feeling the chill in the air, ran back inside the house.
How long had they been outside, she asked herself. Then, she smelled
the fumes. The oven was emitting black smoke. She opened it and
started to choke as the smoke filled her lungs. At the same time,
Ed's car turned onto his block and Larry jumped off the bike and
ran. So did his friends.
Ed pulled the car into his driveway, and immediately saw his bike
left out in the street. "What's going on here?" Ed asked. Paul
just shook his head and said, "I think we better hurry on into
your place and see for ourselves." The two men exited the car
and hurried into the house. They were immediately greeted by the
smell of smoke. "Oh my God," Ed shouted. They ran into the kitchen,
where they saw Heather pouring water into the oven. Paul grabbed
Heather's arm and looked at his daughter. "What the hell is going
on here?" he asked her. "Daddy...I...". Before she could finish,
Ed saw the other children running down the block. Both men found
it easy to add up one and one. Paul simply looked at his daughter
and said, "Heather, you've earned yourself a spanking. Let's go
home."
As he led his daughter toward the door, Paul apologized to Ed.
"I'm sorry buddy. I really did think she would do better or I
never would have let her try. I can promise you that this will
never happen again." Ed surveyed the scene and asked, "What are
you going to do, Paul?" "I'm going to give her a good old fashioned
spanking the moment we get home," came Paul's solemn reply. "Okay.
I guess she does deserve it. Just don't be too hard her buddy."
"Don't worry, Ed. This will not be her first spanking, and judging
by this, I doubt if it will be her last." They then walked out
of the house.
Heather looked up at her daddy. And as we have already described,
her lower lip did it's usual tremble. "I'm sorry, daddy. Really
I am." "Heather, we'll talk about this more when we get home."
They made their way into the car and daddy put on the sports radio
station. She hadn't seen him this upset very often. But whenever
she did, she always got a hard spanking. And she knew that this
time would be no different. She nervously twirled a lock of her
curly brown hair around her index finger, over and over. They
rode in silence as her dad kept his eyes on the road, and his
thoughts on the radio. He didn't want to think of this disappointment.
He never spanked Heather in anger, so he needed to take this time
to calm down. And calm down he did. Heather stared out the window
as tears ran down her cheeks. She was really in for it.
When they pulled into the driveway, daddy looked at her. "Heather,
I want you to go upstairs to your room and wait until I get there.
Have the hairbrush out with you." "Daddy, please..not the hairbrush!!"
Heather implored her dad. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. She
knew that any further begging would only result in a more severe
licking, so she climbed the stairs and awaited her fate. She walked
over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She retrieved The
Hairbrush. It was never used on her hair. Nope, this was a special
brush. It was the brush her daddy used when he spanked her. It
was oval in shape and made from ebony wood. And it stung like
hell. She never lasted long before she broke down to tears. And
once tears were reached, daddy would really lay it on. Her daddy
did not believe in short spankings. He felt that in order for
a spanking to be effective, it had to really hurt.
So, once tears were reached, daddy always spanked for another
full minute. Sixty seconds was long enough for him to apply another
20 or so swats to an already crying girl. That, according to her
daddy was what a spanking was all about.
Twenty minutes after Heather had fetched the brush, there was
a knock on the door. "Come in," she said, her voice low and shaky.
Paul came into the room and pulled her desk chair into the middle
of it. He sat down and faced Heather. "Honey, you know that I
love you, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy," Heather answered. And she
did know that. She loved her daddy more then anything else in
this world. Even more then Larry. Her daddy was always good to
her. He was understanding and always had time to listen to her.
She had friends whose parents never had a moment for them. But
not her daddy. He was the best!! And she loved him. "Pumpkin,
you really disappointed me tonight. I trusted you, and you did
not live up to that trust." Heather opened her mouth to speak,
but her daddy placed his hand gently over her mouth and continued.
"And not only that. You put Ed's kids at risk and almost damaged
his property. Those are the reasons why you are going to get a
spanking. Do you understand?" Heather felt awful. She knew he
was right. She had made a mess out of everything. She no longer
felt like an old girl of 15. Right now, she felt more like a child
of about 5. "Yes, daddy. I understand. I'm so sorry."
Paul extended his hand and took hold of Heather's arm. He pulled
her toward him. "Have you anything else to say?" he asked her.
"No sir," she said. With that, Paul guided her over his lap. He
adjusted her so that her behind was in the perfect spanking position.
Heather was wearing a light blue skirt with matching blue panties.
Paul lifted his daughters skirt and gave her round, pantied bottom
a few gentle pats. Heather knew what was next. You see, her daddy
never spanked her on her clothes. She only got it on the bare.
Daddy felt that a real spanking had to be done with her panties
down. It was part of the punishment. She felt so ashamed as she
felt his fingers in the waistband of her panties. Even though
it never did any good, she still cried out, "No daddy...please....let
me wear my panties..please!!!!" As usual, Paul did not reply.
He just lowered them.
He pulled them down to about mid-thigh and let his hand rest on
Heather's fanny. He hadn't realized how much his little girl had
matured. He hadn't a sexual thought about his daughter, but did
smile at how mother nature could do sneaky things from time to
time. He then remembered why he was about to punish his daughter
and the smile left his face. He raised his hand.
Heather clenched her girlish, plump cheeks together waiting for
the first lick to land. Paul stopped his swing and rubbed the
tense muscles. "Pumpkin, I want you to relax yourself back here.
I won't start until you are relaxed." Heather realized that her
daddy would wait her out, so she did her best to make the wait
a short one. She finally got her fanny cheeks to relax and then
the first lick hit her. Daddy spanked her hard. He placed the
spanks about three seconds apart and covered both her cheeks.
He would alternate from one to the other, and would also place
some spanks to her thighs. After about two minutes, he asked his
daughter to hand him the hairbrush. Heather was crying softly
from the hand-warming she had just received. She looked back at
her daddy with pleading eyes, as she handed him the hairbrush.
Paul took the brush from his daughter and patted her behind with
it. "Heather, this is going to hurt. I just want you to know how
much I love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't take the time
to punish you when you need it". Heather was in too much discomfort
to answer, so she just nodded. Paul brought the brush up and it
arched back downward as it bit into his little girls tender backside.
This first spank was as painful as anything Heather could remember.
She immediately let out a scream. "Yeeeoowww." The hairbrush did
a dance on her nates, as her daddy made sure that the brush visited
every inch of her spank spot. Up the right cheek and down the
left. Up her left thigh and down he right. Daddy painted a painful
lesson for her about responsibility. Her screams and pleas were
his assurances that she was learning the lesson. He scolded her
as he spanked. "Aren't you ashamed of the way you behaved?" he
asked as the brush danced it's painful dance. Heather could not
answer. She could only scream and cry. Tears ran down her cheeks
and spilled over onto the carpet. Her legs which were partially
hobbled by her panties, kicked wildly, as daddy held her in place.
She was helpless over his lap. He was too big and too strong for
her. She had no choice. She would remain there until he felt she
had had enough. And daddy was going to make sure that something
like this would never happen again.
Finally, the brush was still. Heather laid crying hysterically
over her daddy's lap. She could feel his hand rubbing some of
the heat from her rump. She remained in this juvenile position
for about five full minutes. Finally, daddy let her up. She fell
into his arms and he cuddled her. "I'm sorry I had to spank you,
honey, " he said. Heather just cried against his chest. She knew
that it would be a long time before he would ever let her baby-sit
again. And she also knew it would be just as long before she ever
asked.
The End
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