Bitchy butterfly gets spanked

I think that this month's "crazy female week" probably should have come with a warning label, for both of us.  I can't believe how out of control I have felt!  Luckily, Daddy decided that this was a good time to show how in control of things he can be.

It was on Wednesday.  As usual, I didn't believe his warnings.  Or perhaps I chose not to listen to them, as wrapped up as I was in my bad attitude and crazy mood shifts.  He let me dig myself quite a hole, too.  But it gets kinda confusing and overwhelming when I've been left to dig as many holes as I want, as often as I want to.  I don't know--I know I'm supposed to fight back against that urge to give in and let a bad day control me, but the past few days, I honestly just haven't cared; haven't seen what could possibly be wrong with biting at people, even though it honestly makes me feel more miserable.

Well, Wednesday evening, we suddenly found ourselves all alone together for about an hour and a half.  No kids, no anything: just an empty house.  And I quickly found myself waiting, bent over the bed, panties down, face buried in the blankets, just how Daddy wants me--wondering what I'd gotten myself in for.

Daddy came in and I risked a peek up at him.  "Put your face in the bed," he ordered sternly.  I obeyed that tone of voice immediately.  The noises I heard were enough for me to know what he was doing anyway: walking over to where the toy chest stood open, as he had directed it was to be, rummaging around for a minute, then opening his dresser drawer and rummaging in there.  My face still hidden by blankets and my curtain of hair, all I could do was madly run through my head, trying to remember what he had stashed in the drawer.

When he finally came to stand behind me, one hand oh-so-gently caressing my way-too-naked-and-vulnerable backside, I still had no idea what implements he had picked for this session.  I was feeling kind of nervous and skittish too, not sure I wanted to be where I was, not sure I was ready to let go of the crazy emotions I had let over-run my body.

He started talking to me, alternating soft caresses with slaps.

I can tell you're pushing my buttons intentionally; I can tell you really need this.

You're not in charge around here, are you baby girl?  Why are you trying so hard to pretend that you want to be?
 
I want to relax on my days off and enjoy your company, little one, not spend the day getting so irritated with you I can barely stand you.

Part of my mind was totally agreeing with every word, also wondering why I do these things, why I let myself get to the point where I'm so out-of-control-miserable that I can't even stand myself.  The other part of me was thinking: Ow, you bastard, that hurts, stop it!!  Because I was so on edge, everything felt magnified.  It was making me angry.  Plus I was getting angry because I was agreeing with his lecture.  All in all, I sort of wanted to turn around and lash out at him.  I also really wanted him to hold me down and make sure that I did no such thing.

I guess he knew that, plus all my squirming and yelling wasn't very acceptable, because his hand came securely down on the small of my back, pinning me to the bed, forcing my ass up into the air, and he grabbed something--I don't even know which implement--and began raining it down on me a lot harder than the slaps he'd been giving.  Warm-up was over.

I know he used the viper's tongue, and his belt, and maybe the wooden paddle.  I squirmed and yelled and fought him at first, but he wasn't having any of it, he just held me down on the bed, then pulled me over his lap, and kept spanking me.

And suddenly I was answering him with "yes Sir" instead of growls and curses.  I still felt stretched all thin inside, and I remember him telling me to give in and let go of my control.  Something inside wouldn't do that though.  And, while in the past, my slight change of attitude would have made Daddy stop, this time he didn't even pause.

Then I realized that I was starting to push my ass into his belt instead of pulling away in anticipation of the next swing.  My answers to his few questions changed from Sir to Daddy.  I felt my resolve and my insolence crumble into dust.  I knew I deserved being spanked like this; and I suddenly had the amazing thought that I could let go now!

So I did.  Just like that.  I relaxed into my Daddy's lap and I opened myself up to feel every ounce of his belt.  He switched to the viper's tongue then, and it hurt, but not like how it did in the beginning--a different kind of hurt, and I actually felt like it might make me cry.  Me... cry!

I know that Daddy felt the shift in me, felt me relax into his body, felt all the fight go out of me.  He continued only about a minute or two, and then he stopped, and he pulled me upright and into the tightest hug ever.

Are you all better now, baby girl?  Are you back in control of yourself now?

I could only nod into his stomach as I knelt on the floor, my arms around him, my brain only half engaged, thinking, oh my gosh, thank you, thank you Daddy for stopping that crazy run-away roller coaster I was on.

He held me for so long, stroking my hair, telling me how much he loved me.  Then he started kissing on me, which immediately lit my pussy on fire, and, like a very thoughtful Daddy, he told me all was forgiven and now he was going to fuck me.  :)

When all was said and done, I was in the bathroom and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  There was something missing from my eyes.  A spark.  No, not a spark of life or joy: that spark of defiance, unease, and anger was gone.  I looked calm and happy.  I saw a friend later in the evening and she remarked on the glow I had about me that night, how it had been quite awhile since I looked like I'd felt so good.

Yeah I wouldn't be surprised if my butt is still a pretty shade of red... but I'm so happy that Daddy gave me that exit so that everything could stop being out of control, he could stop being irritated with me, and I could be happy and content snuggling with him and feeling like my submissive self again.

Sometimes a spanking is exactly what we both need.