for My naughty little wife...

I stayed out late on purpose, trying to give you Plenty of time to get your assignment done before the end of the day...

I pulled into the driveway and saw the warm lighting of our home glowing in the summer night. Even from the driveway, I could smell the scented candles you always light in the evenings throughout the house. It was so nice to be home, and I could not wait to get my arms wrapped tight around you. I Hoped you had gotten your assignment done, but you've been acting so bratty lately, I had a feeling you had made a point to make me have to "Deal" with you harshly.

Well. It's not like I could blame you much. It has been a very long time since I've been able to give you the proper attention that I know you need. I guess it's not totally your fault that you Must have forgotten when I put down a deadline, I expect it to be met. I've been letting you slide for months now. Making excuses for your attitude and general disrespect altogether...

But, ...not tonight, angie. If my baby didn't do as I asked of her, she is going to be one, Sorry little wife!

I walk through the front door and hear the music playing throughout our home. Ah! So she's in a jazzy mood tonight. Love it!

I don't see you right away, so I go to the kitchen...not there. Neither is that list on the kitchen table. I go into the den. No sign of angie...no list anywhere in sight. So, I make my way through the house, one room at a time, not finding you or the list anywhere. Finally, the last place I look, which I figured that's where you were...I was mostly looking for the completed list...hoping to find it before I found you...

But no, there you were, at your desk, on the computer, reading and browsing through all sorts of spanking blogs and pictures with your little glass of wine sitting within reach. You look up...So sexy when you look up at me like that...your hair pulled back, braided. And I love your glasses...such a turn on!

"Hey babygirl. Kiss! *sits down in the chair in front of your desk* How was your day, baby?" And you proceeded to fill me in...

I nod, and listen, and comment. And when it's all said and done, we laugh and sigh and are thankful to be home...together.

A few minutes pass, and I continue to sit there...trying to read you. You go back to browsing the Internet. "Oh!" I exclaim, as if I had actually forgotten... "Where did you put that list I asked for, babygirl? The one I asked you for yesterday about what you like for breakfast and lunch?"

you Briefly look up and give your head a little shake "no" and say, "Honey, i Really didn't have time for that today...Work, yanno. It's Always busiest right before school starts. Immunization shots, sports releases, the first of the Autumn colds just starting. You know, Baby...i was just too busy..."

And it's in That instance I knew how badly you needed this...

"And you're porn surfing right now forrrr...Which patient?"

That's when I stand up, pushing my chair backwards and it makes that screeching sound wood on wood makes when rubbing together. That must have gotten your attention, because all I see now are little doe eyes watching me come closer and you reaching to turn your computer off...

I come to you and take you by the wrist, stand you up and pull you along behind me. "angela lynn Johnson! you Are going to Learn when I ask you to do something, I Expect it to be done, young lady!" I pull you along behind me, down the stairs, through the living room, to the den where I take the punishment belt off of it's hook on the wall and lead you to the kitchen table.

you are apologizing, and pleading with me that you will do it Right now, and that you are "Sorry for disobeying me, and it won't Ever happen again, Daddie, just Please! Please! Don't spank me, Daddie!!!"

Down across the table, I bend you over, placing your hands above your head, palms face down on the table and tell you to keep them there! I stick my fingers in the waist of your jeans and pull them down forcefully! Your panties follow as I continue to pull and tug at them until they are at your knees. I take you by your hips and position you on that table Exactly the way I want you! I bend down, grab your ankles, straighten your legs and pulls them together, Tight! and tell you "you Better not Move, naughty girl!

I stand back up, double the belt over in my hand, and watch you squirm as you hear the buckle jingle.

"Daddie!!! Pleaseeeee!!! i'm Sorryyyyyy! i didn't Mean to Disobey you, Ma'am!!!!"

"HUSH!"

CRACK!

"I've told you once, I've told you a Thousand times, little girl...."

CRACK!

"When I tell you to do something..."

CRACK!

"you DO it!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Do you think I just make things up for you to do for the Hell of it, angela lynn?"

CRACK! CRACK!! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!!!

"Do you Enjoy/CRACK! making me waste/CRACK!!! my time?" CRACKKKK!!!!

"WHY? angela"

*takes a fist-full of your hair in my hand and hold your head down to the table*

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!!!

"DON'T you MOVE THOSE HANDS, little girl!"

*striking front hand then back hand across your bottom*

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!!!

"WHY!"

"HUSH!"

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!!

I let you lay there and cry it out, all bent over and disheveled across our kitchen table..sobbing, blubbering, snotting...my hand resting on the small of your back watching your bottom tremble and shake as you sob, petting your beautiful hair with my other hand, shhhing you, my babygirl...shhhhh....

After your cries slow a bit, I help you up, pull out one of the wooden chairs, remove the little cushion and have you sit down. I walk across the room, open a drawer and return. In front of you, I lay down a pad of paper and a pen, bend down and say into your hear...

"I love you, angie. *Kiss* you write that list now, babygirl."

And I turn around and start making dinner as you sit there and write.

"I'm not through with you, either, young lady. We'll finish discussing this after dinner..."

Kiss!

Love,
Daddie