DaddyPosted by DJJane was on her kn

Daddy
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Jane was on her knees and trying to reach her phone. It had fallen from her bag as she stepped from the car and had now annoyingly bounced under the hedge just out of reach. Normally it wouldn’t have mattered; she could just have called Daddy to get it for her.
Daddy had big long arms and he was good at taking care of her, but today there was a tiny weeny problem with that. Daddy had confiscated her phone two days before and she was grounded. Not grounded from going to work, not grounded from going shopping, although she was banned from the mall. She was just supposed not to go out once she got in from the office or, and here was the real hardship, she was banned from using her phone.
Jane grunted as she strained to reach the little metallic box so tantalisingly just out of reach. The motion made her big bottom stick-up to strain at her pinstripe business trousers in the most undignified way possible.
“Come on you little shitter,” she grumbled angrily, spitting a mouthful of long red hair in the process.
“Having trouble there?” a masculine voice rumbled.
Jane winced and closed her eyes. Maybe she had imagined him, she hoped.
“Jane? What are you doing there?” Daddy asked again.
She opened one eye and made to chew her lip. Daddy was almost 15 years older than her, and at times like this he looked it and made her feel 12. He was standing by the path now with his big arms folded and wearing his serious, but not yet cross face as he stared down at her from under his big bushy grey eyebrows.
“I….” Jane grinned nervously, the smile not reaching her eyes, which imitated panicked hazel saucers as they stared back at him.
Daddy frowned, he knew that expression and now he smelled a rat. He dropped to a crouch to see what she was reaching for. Jane could see him squinting as he tried to make the object out and she realised her wasn’t wearing his glasses.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said hastily, “I dropped some change.”
Daddy gave her the look and reached into his pocket for her doom; her doom this time being his glasses, which he now perched on his nose so that he could peer into the gloomy under hedge.
“Change is it?” he growled. “It looks remarkably like… like your phone,” he added in surprise.
“I can explain,” Jane said hastily and gulped.
Daddy reached for the offending phone easily and retrieved it. Then slowly he gained his feet and glared at her.
“Well?” he said sharply, peering down at her over his close-to spectacles.
Jane made a pout and then looked at her feet, which she kicked together as she shuffled.
“Okay, I can’t explain,” she mumbled, adding sullenly, “But it’s my phone.”
“Your phone that was locked in my desk drawer in the study,” he barked.
Jane jumped and made supper of her lower lip.
“I am so going to spank you,” he growled leaning in close. But his voice was a little too loud.
Jane gaped and looked around in horror. Maybe someone had heard him. To her left was the long high hedge leading to the house. Anyone could be on the other side, but the right was even more exposed and she eyed the neighbours’ house for signs of life.
“Not here,” she hissed.
“Are you arguing?” he gave that look.
“Noooo, but….” She gulped, a spanking was a certainty, getting a few swats on the front lawn was still avoidable.
Daddy pointed to the house and she ducked her head as she gave him a wide berth passing him. Once clear of his arms she scurried inside before he did anything embarrassing.
*
“So you decided to be defiant did you?” He said once he had followed her inside.
Jane rolled her eyes and made a tutting sound. It was her phone after all…
“Don’t you dare make that face at me,” Daddy said sharply. “You are in enough trouble as it is.”
Jane gulped and dipped her jaw to her chest so that only her sad eyes were upturned to him placating.
“Now go and fetch the hairbrush,” he sighed.
Jane danced in agitation and hugged herself. “No Daddy please, I’m sorry. I won’t…”
But his arm was straight and sharp like an arrow directing her to the stairs. Jane thought about the cane he had and how he if he had to fetch it she might get both the stick and the spanking.
“Oooh,” she wailed, “It is so not fair.”
By the time she got back with the hairbrush daddy was sitting in his favourite chair reading the papers. Jane stamped her foot, afraid that she had been forgotten.
Daddy glared at her over his reading specs and she quailed. Then he raised his arm like a summons and she tottered forward to hand the brush.
“Take your pants and trousers down and go to the corner,” he ordered her as he placed the hairbrush on the arm of his chair.
“Girls don’t wear pants,” she said sullenly.
He gave her that look again and she hastened to obey.
*
She felt silly now. There was a draft around her bare bottom and she knew he was watching her. She dared a peek over her shoulder but got her nose back to the wall as he looked up.
“Impatient are we?” he growled.
Jane blushed and tried to make herself small. Only that afternoon she was addressing a meeting of her junior staff. If they could only see her now… she blushed furiously.
“Come here,” he said at last.
Jane pouted and pretended not to hear him.
“I shall count to three, if you aren’t over here by then, you can stand there for another half an hour at least,” he told her.
She didn’t need telling twice. In a moment she was tugging her trousers to her knees and then half stumbled and half hopped across to his receiving arms. Daddy pulled her easily then, so that she tumble down and across his knee with her hair flowing like red sand onto the floor.
Daddy’s thighs were strong and hard under her. His firm hands cupped her bare bottom and gently squeezed.
“Tell me what you did wrong,” he said in a firm but gentle voice.
“I… I… I… I…” she swallowed like a landed fish as she struggled for air.
Daddy spanked her once and she gulped.
“I took my phone,” she whispered.
“And?”
“I-I told a little lie about it,” she said in a cheeky voice and offered him a pinch of her fingers.
Daddy’s hand smacked down and she squealed.
“Should you have done that,” he barked as he spanked her again.
“No Daddy,” she hissed.
“You’re a bad girl,” he said as he swatted her again.
“I’m sorry Daddy,” she wailed.
The spanking was short and sharp. But he only used his hand so she could bear it; for a little while anyway. But she knew her bottom was red and stingy.
“You know I have to keep your phone for another week now, don’t you?” he sighed.
Jane pouted but gave a miserable nod. Then she heard him take up the hairbrush and she sucked in a sharp breath.
There was a pause and she tensed. But it was a posture she couldn’t hold and she had to hug into him. This was his signal and the brush swatted down like a hot iron.
“Ooooh,” she wailed and kicked her legs.
He spanked her again and then after a few pain extracting swats began a long slow volley.
The spanking lasted an age and she kicked mewled along with each impact for what seemed forever.
“I’m sorry Daddy, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, although no true tears were shed, not yet. They rarely were from a spanking, only cane… she shuddered.
“What am I to do with you?” he said at last as the spanking slowed.
Jane sniffed and crawled into a hug on his lap.
“Whatever you want Daddy,” she cooed as she clung to him like treasure.
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AyahPosted by DJJane adalah pada lutut dan berusaha mencapai teleponnya. Hal itu jatuh dari tasnya ketika ia melangkah dari mobil dan mengganggu sekarang memantul di bawah hedge hanya di luar jangkauan. Biasanya tidak adaa; Dia hanya bisa disebut ayah untuk mendapatkannya baginya.Daddy memiliki lengan panjang besar dan ia sudah pandai merawat, tapi hari ini ada masalah kecil sekali kecil dengan itu. Ayah telah disita telepon dua hari sebelum dan itu dia beralasan. Tidak beralasan dari pergi bekerja, tidak beralasan dari pergi berbelanja, meskipun ia dilarang dari mall. Dia hanya seharusnya tidak keluar setelah dia mendapat kantor atau, dan di sini adalah kesulitan nyata, dia dilarang menggunakan telepon.Jane menggerutu karena dia tegang untuk mencapai kotak logam kecil jadi tantalisingly hanya di luar jangkauan. Gerakan membuat nya stick-up besar bawah untuk menyiksa di nya garis-garis bisnis celana dalam cara yang paling tidak bermartabat mungkin."Ayo pada Anda sedikit payah," dia menggerutu marah, meludah seteguk rambut panjang merah dalam proses."Kesulitan ada?" maskulin suara bergemuruh.Jane meringis dan memejamkan mata. Mungkin dia membayangkan dirinya, dia berharap."Jane? Apa yang Anda lakukan tidak?" Ayah bertanya lagi.Dia membuka satu mata dan dibuat untuk mengunyah bibir. Ayah adalah hampir 15 tahun lebih tua daripada her, dan pada waktu seperti ini ia melihat itu dan membuatnya merasa 12. Ia berdiri oleh jalan sekarang dengan tangannya besar yang dilipat dan mengenakan nya serius, tetapi belum cross wajah saat ia menatap kepadanya dari bawah alis abu-abu lebat nya besar.“I….” Jane grinned nervously, the smile not reaching her eyes, which imitated panicked hazel saucers as they stared back at him.Daddy frowned, he knew that expression and now he smelled a rat. He dropped to a crouch to see what she was reaching for. Jane could see him squinting as he tried to make the object out and she realised her wasn’t wearing his glasses.“It doesn’t matter,” she said hastily, “I dropped some change.”Daddy gave her the look and reached into his pocket for her doom; her doom this time being his glasses, which he now perched on his nose so that he could peer into the gloomy under hedge.“Change is it?” he growled. “It looks remarkably like… like your phone,” he added in surprise.“I can explain,” Jane said hastily and gulped.Daddy reached for the offending phone easily and retrieved it. Then slowly he gained his feet and glared at her.“Well?” he said sharply, peering down at her over his close-to spectacles.Jane made a pout and then looked at her feet, which she kicked together as she shuffled.“Okay, I can’t explain,” she mumbled, adding sullenly, “But it’s my phone.”“Your phone that was locked in my desk drawer in the study,” he barked.Jane jumped and made supper of her lower lip.“I am so going to spank you,” he growled leaning in close. But his voice was a little too loud.Jane menganga dan melihat sekeliling di horor. Mungkin seseorang telah mendengar dia. Kirinya adalah lindung nilai panjang tinggi yang mengarah ke rumah. Siapa pun dapat berada di sisi lain, tetapi hak bahkan lebih terbuka dan dia bermata rumah tetangga tanda-tanda kehidupan."Tidak ada di sini," dia mendesis."Apakah Anda berdebat?" dia memberikan yang terlihat."tidak, tapi..." Dia menelan, pukulan adalah sebuah kepastian, mendapatkan beberapa swats di halaman depan adalah masih dapat dihindari.Ayah menunjuk ke rumah dan dia merunduk kepalanya seperti yang ia berikan kepadanya tempat tidur yang luas yang melewati kepadanya. Jelas sekali tangannya Dia bergegas di dalam sebelum ia melakukan sesuatu yang memalukan.*"Jadi Anda memutuskan untuk menantang kau?" Katanya sekali dia mengikuti dia di dalam.Jane memutar matanya dan membuat tutting suara. Itu telepon setelah semua..."Jangan Anda berani membuat wajah itu pada saya," ayah mengatakan tajam. "Anda berada dalam kesulitan cukup seperti itu."Jane menelan dan dicelupkan rahang nya ke dadanya sehingga hanya matanya sedih itu menengadah kepadanya placating."Sekarang pergi dan mengambil sikat rambut," ia menghela napas.Jane menari-nari di agitasi dan memeluk diri. "Ayah tidak tolong, aku menyesal. Aku tidak akan..."Tapi lengan lurus dan tajam seperti anak panah mengarahkan dirinya ke tangga. Jane memikirkan tebu yang ia dan bagaimana dia jika dia mendapatkan dia mungkin mendapatkan tongkat dan memukul."Oooh," dia Ishak, "sangat tidak adil."Pada saat dia kembali dengan sikat rambut ayah duduk di kursi favorit membaca koran. Jane dicap kakinya, takut bahwa ia sudah lupa.Ayah melotot padanya atas spesifikasi membaca nya dan dia quailed. Kemudian ia mengangkat tangannya seperti panggilan dan dia tottered ke depan ke tangan sikat."Mengambil celana dan celana ke bawah dan pergi ke sudut," ia memerintahkan dia sebagai dia ditempatkan sikat rambut di lengan kursi."Perempuan tidak memakai celana," katanya sullenly.Dia memberi dirinya yang terlihat lagi dan dia bergegas untuk mematuhi.*Dia merasa konyol sekarang. Ada sebuah rancangan di sekitar nya bawah telanjang dan ia tahu ia menonton nya. Dia berani mengintip atas bahunya tetapi mendapat hidungnya kembali ke tembok saat dia mendongak."Tidak sabar kita?" Dia berkata sambil menggeram.Jane tersipu dan mencoba membuat dirinya kecil. Hanya sore itu dia adalah menangani pertemuan staf junior nya. Jika mereka hanya bisa melihat dia sekarang... ia tersipu marah."Datang ke sini," katanya pada akhirnya.Jane cemberut dan pura-pura tidak mendengar dia."Aku harus menghitung untuk tiga, jika Anda tidak di sini itu, Anda dapat berdiri di sana selama setengah jam setidaknya," ia berkata kepadanya.Ia tidak perlu mengatakan dua kali. Pada saat ia menarik celana nya ke lutut dan kemudian setengah tersandung dan setengah melompat di seluruh ke tangannya menerima. Ayah menariknya dengan mudah, sehingga ia jatuh ke bawah dan di lututnya dengan rambutnya mengalir seperti pasir merah ke lantai.Ayah paha yang kuat dan keras di bawah. Tangannya kuat menangkupkan bawah nya telanjang dan lembut meremas."Ceritakan padaku apa yang Anda lakukan salah," katanya dengan suara tegas tapi lembut.“I… I… I… I…” she swallowed like a landed fish as she struggled for air.Daddy spanked her once and she gulped.“I took my phone,” she whispered.“And?”“I-I told a little lie about it,” she said in a cheeky voice and offered him a pinch of her fingers.Daddy’s hand smacked down and she squealed.“Should you have done that,” he barked as he spanked her again.“No Daddy,” she hissed.“You’re a bad girl,” he said as he swatted her again.“I’m sorry Daddy,” she wailed.The spanking was short and sharp. But he only used his hand so she could bear it; for a little while anyway. But she knew her bottom was red and stingy.“You know I have to keep your phone for another week now, don’t you?” he sighed.Jane pouted but gave a miserable nod. Then she heard him take up the hairbrush and she sucked in a sharp breath.There was a pause and she tensed. But it was a posture she couldn’t hold and she had to hug into him. This was his signal and the brush swatted down like a hot iron.“Ooooh,” she wailed and kicked her legs.He spanked her again and then after a few pain extracting swats began a long slow volley.The spanking lasted an age and she kicked mewled along with each impact for what seemed forever.“I’m sorry Daddy, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, although no true tears were shed, not yet. They rarely were from a spanking, only cane… she shuddered."Apa aku hubungannya dengan Anda?" katanya di terakhir sambil memukul melambat.Jane mengendus dan merangkak ke pelukan di pangkuannya."Apa pun yang Anda inginkan ayah," dia disayang seperti dia berpaut kepada dia seperti harta karun.Berbagi ini:Berbagi Memuat...TerkaitDiambil di tanganDari sublim ke konyolSurat merahDalam "DJB cerita"Dalam "DJB s

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Daddy
Diposkan oleh DJ
Jane adalah berlutut dan mencoba untuk mencapai teleponnya. Ini telah jatuh dari tasnya saat ia melangkah dari mobil dan kini mengganggu memantul bawah pagar di luar jangkauan. Biasanya itu tidak penting; dia hanya bisa disebut Daddy untuk mendapatkannya untuknya.
Daddy memiliki lengan panjang besar dan dia pandai merawatnya, tapi hari ini ada masalah kecil sekali kecil dengan itu. Daddy telah menyita telepon dua hari sebelum dan ia beralasan. Tidak beralasan dari pergi bekerja, tidak didasarkan dari pergi berbelanja, meskipun dia dilarang dari mal. Dia hanya seharusnya tidak pergi keluar sekali dia masuk dari kantor atau, dan di sini adalah kesulitan yang nyata, ia dilarang menggunakan telepon.
Jane mendengus saat ia tegang untuk mencapai kotak logam kecil sehingga menggoda di luar jangkauan. Gerak membuatnya besar tongkat-up bawah strain padanya celana bisnis pinstripe dengan cara yang paling tidak bermartabat mungkin.
"Ayo Anda sedikit shitter," gerutunya marah, meludah seteguk rambut merah panjang dalam proses.
"Memiliki masalah ada ? "bergemuruh suara maskulin.
Jane meringis dan menutup matanya. Mungkin ia membayangkan dirinya, ia berharap.
"Jane? Apa yang Anda lakukan di sana? "Tanya Ayah lagi.
Dia membuka satu mata dan membuat mengunyah bibir. Daddy hampir 15 tahun lebih tua dari dia, dan pada saat-saat seperti ini ia melihat itu dan membuatnya merasa 12. Dia berdiri jalan sekarang dengan lengan yang besar dilipat dan memakai serius, tetapi belum salib wajah saat ia menatap dari bawah alis abu lebat besar.
"Aku ...." Jane tersenyum gugup, senyum tidak mencapai matanya, yang ditiru panik piring cokelat karena mereka menatap ke arahnya.
Daddy mengerutkan kening, ia tahu ekspresi itu dan sekarang ia berbau tikus . Dia turun ke mendekam untuk melihat apa yang dia meraih. Jane bisa melihat dia menyipitkan mata saat ia mencoba untuk membuat objek dan dia menyadari dia tidak memakai kacamatanya.
"Tidak masalah," katanya buru-buru, "Aku menjatuhkan beberapa perubahan."
Daddy memberinya tampilan dan mencapai ke dalam saku untuk azab nya; dia azab kali ini menjadi kacamatanya, yang sekarang dia bertengger di hidungnya sehingga ia bisa mengintip ke dalam suram di bawah pagar.
"Perubahan itu?" geramnya. "Ini terlihat sangat seperti ... seperti telepon," tambahnya terkejut.
"Aku bisa menjelaskan," kata Jane buru-buru dan menelan ludah.
​​Ayah meraih telepon menyinggung mudah dan diambil itu. Lalu perlahan-lahan ia mendapatkan kakinya dan memelototinya.
"Yah?" Katanya tajam, mengintip ke arahnya lebih nya dekat-ke kacamata.
Jane membuat cemberut dan kemudian melihat kakinya, yang ia menendang bersama sambil dikocok.
" Oke, saya tidak bisa menjelaskan, "gumamnya, menambahkan cemberut," Tapi itu telepon saya.
"" Telepon Anda yang terkunci di laci meja saya dalam penelitian ini, "bentaknya.
Jane melompat dan membuat makan malam dari bibir bawahnya.
"Saya jadi akan memukul Anda," geramnya bersandar di dekat. Tapi suaranya sedikit terlalu keras.
Jane menganga dan melihat sekeliling ngeri. Mungkin seseorang telah mendengar dia. Untuk kirinya adalah hedge tinggi panjang menuju ke rumah. Siapa pun bisa berada di sisi lain, tapi kanan bahkan lebih terbuka dan dia menatap rumah tetangga 'tanda-tanda kehidupan.
"Tidak di sini," desisnya.
"Apakah Anda berdebat?" Dia memberi tampilan yang.
"Noooo, tapi .... "Dia menelan ludah, pukulan itu kepastian, mendapatkan beberapa swats di halaman depan masih dihindari.
Ayah menunjuk ke rumah dan dia menunduk sambil memberinya tempat tidur yang luas melewati dia. Setelah jelas lengannya ia bergegas ke dalam sebelum ia melakukan sesuatu yang memalukan.
*
"Jadi, Anda memutuskan untuk menjadi pemberontak kan?" Dia mengatakan setelah ia mengikutinya ke dalam.
Jane memutar matanya dan membuat suara tutting. Itu teleponnya setelah semua ...
"Jangan berani-berani membuat wajah yang di saya," kata Daddy tajam. "Anda berada di cukup kesulitan seperti itu."
Jane menelan ludah dan dicelupkan rahangnya ke dadanya sehingga hanya mata sedih yang terbalik kepadanya menenangkan.
"Sekarang pergi dan mengambil sikat rambut itu," desahnya.
Jane menari di agitasi dan memeluk diri. "Tidak Ayah mohon, aku minta maaf. Saya tidak akan ...
"Tapi lengannya lurus dan tajam seperti panah mengarahkan dia untuk tangga. Jane berpikir tentang tongkat dia dan bagaimana dia jika ia harus mengambilnya dia mungkin mendapatkan kedua tongkat dan memukul itu.
"Oooh," ia meratap, "Ini sangat tidak adil."
Pada saat dia kembali dengan sikat rambut yang daddy sedang duduk di kursi favoritnya membaca koran. Jane menghentakkan kakinya, takut bahwa ia telah dilupakan.
Daddy memelototinya lebih spesifikasi membaca dan dia gemetar. Lalu ia mengangkat lengannya seperti panggilan dan dia terhuyung ke depan untuk menyerahkan sikat.
"Ambil celana dan celana ke bawah dan pergi ke sudut," perintahnya saat ia ditempatkan sikat rambut pada lengan kursinya.
"Gadis don ' celana t pakai, "katanya cemberut.
Dia memberinya yang terlihat lagi dan dia bergegas untuk taat.
*
Dia merasa konyol sekarang. Ada draft sekitar bawah telanjang dan dia tahu dia sedang menonton dirinya. Dia berani mengintip dari balik bahunya tapi punya hidungnya kembali ke dinding sambil mendongak.
"Sabar kita?" Geramnya.
Jane tersipu dan mencoba untuk membuat dirinya kecil. Hanya sore itu dia menangani pertemuan staf junior nya. Jika mereka hanya bisa melihat dia sekarang ... dia tersipu marah.
"Kemarilah," katanya akhirnya.
Jane cemberut dan pura-pura tidak mendengarnya.
"Aku akan menghitung sampai tiga, jika Anda tidak di sini saat itu, Anda bisa berdiri di sana selama setengah jam setidaknya, "katanya.
Dia tidak perlu memberitahu dua kali. Dalam beberapa saat ia menarik-narik celananya berlutut dan kemudian setengah tersandung setengah melompat menyeberang ke lengannya menerima. Daddy menariknya dengan mudah kemudian, sehingga ia jatuh ke bawah dan di lututnya dengan rambutnya mengalir seperti pasir merah ke lantai.
Paha Daddy yang kuat dan keras di bawah nya. Tangannya perusahaan menangkup bawah telanjang dan dengan lembut meremas.
"Ceritakan apa yang Anda lakukan salah," katanya dalam sebuah perusahaan, tapi suara lembut.
"Aku ... aku ... aku ... aku ..." dia menelan seperti ikan mendarat saat ia berjuang untuk udara .
Ayah memukul dia sekali dan dia menelan ludah.
​​"Aku mengambil ponsel saya," bisiknya.
"Dan?"
"II berbohong sedikit tentang hal itu," katanya dengan suara nakal dan menawarkan sejumput jari-jarinya.
tangan Daddy memukul ke bawah dan dia menjerit.
"Jika Anda melakukan itu," bentaknya sambil memukul lagi.
"Tidak Ayah," desisnya.
"Kau gadis yang buruk," katanya sambil menepuk lagi.
"Saya Maaf Ayah, "dia meratap.
memukul itu singkat dan tajam. Tapi dia hanya menggunakan tangannya sehingga dia bisa menanggungnya; untuk sementara pula. Tapi ia tahu pantatnya merah dan pelit.
"Kau tahu aku harus menjaga ponsel Anda selama seminggu lagi sekarang, bukan?" Desahnya.
Jane cemberut tapi mengangguk sengsara. Kemudian dia mendengar dia mengambil sikat rambut dan dia menarik napas tajam.
Ada jeda dan dia tegang. Tapi itu postur dia tidak bisa menahan dan dia harus memeluk ke dalam dirinya. Ini adalah sinyal dan sikat menepuk bawah seperti besi panas.
"Ooooh," ia meratap dan menendang kakinya.
Ia memukul lagi dan kemudian setelah beberapa nyeri penggalian swats mulai voli panjang lambat.
Memukul berlangsung usia dan dia menendang merintih bersama dengan masing-masing dampak yang terasa selamanya.
"Aku minta maaf Ayah, aku minta maaf," isaknya, meskipun tidak ada air mata yang benar yang ditumpahkan, belum. Mereka jarang berasal dari pukulan, hanya tongkat ... dia bergidik.
"Apa yang harus saya lakukan dengan Anda?" Katanya lalu sebagai pukulan melambat.
Jane mendengus dan merangkak ke pelukan di pangkuannya.
"Apa pun yang Anda inginkan Daddy," dia rayu saat ia menempel padanya seperti harta karun.
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