Daddy's Discipline: Part III: Wet Bottom Spanking

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I know you are sorry baby, but daddy needs to punish you, to make sure you don’t forget what happens to bad little girls.” I don’t think you’ve had enough time to think about how you’ve acted. And you certainly haven’t been punished nearly enough!” Of course, I consider the fact that my wife and daughter are evenallowed to wear clothing around the house a privilege that can bewithdrawn at any time. At times they are punished by only beingallowed to wear underwear which has to stay down around their ankles.Some people seem to think I'm too strict, but say what you will, thisroutine seems to be effective. My daughter and wife are bothextremely well behaved. I've encouraged other parents to try similartechniques. At times I find that single isolated spankings are notnearly as effective as say a hard spanking every night at 6 pm for aweek, with one hour display periods before each spanking. Somethinglike that can be very effective in getting a point across.

I shook my head vigorously. “Yes daddy Yes yes yes!” I said through the paci still tied in my mouth. Daddy saw my face, and put his hand on my cheek softly. “its ok baby, but daddy has noticed you’ve been very grumpy lately, and not at all the well behaved little girl you should be.” We walked with bowed heads to the bench and sat down. “She’s going to spank us,” said Kristie. “Yup, definitely,” Denise answered. I sat there not knowing what to expect. I had been wanting this spanking for weeks, but now that it might actually happen – and even take place in a public park – I was feeling a twinge in my stomach. I shook my head yes, but I was afraid what this meant. “That’s right, but right now you’ve been a bad girl and daddy needs to punish his bad girl. Do you know what this is baby?” I shook my head no and daddy told me. Oh my what a messy baby you are!” daddy says in my ear “getting food all over your face and now messing your diaper. You really are a baby. A messy messy baby who needs to be in diapers. Look how messy you are.” Over and over daddy said these things to me, my face bright red, tears falling down it, as he rubbed and pressed himself against my warm diaper. His hands on my hips pulling me into him, I could feel daddy’s excitement, as he began rubbing against me faster and faster, until with a final thrust he stopped then slowly stopped rubbing, the whole while telling me what a messy messy baby I was, his hands never stopping, always pushing my messy diapy.Making up. Have the child make amends if they wronged someone. For example, if your son said something mean to his sister, ask him how he could make it up to her by doing something nice for her. Offer suggestions if your child is struggling to think of something (e.g. "you could make her a card"). Sitting down next to me on the bed he placed the tray on a chair, and untied the paci behind my head but kept it in my mouth.

Leaving me lying down, tied to the bed, he lifted the bowl and held it close to my face, but high enough I couldn’t see what it was. He used the spoon to scoop some out and I noticed it was a baby spoon, and the food looked like apple sauce.On occasion, though, Mom might feel an incident was serious enough that he needed to know about it too. An encounter with Dad was the nuclear option in our house, and on those times when Mom had informed him of some particularly egregious thing we had done, it was after she had already taken us across her knee for a dose of paddle or hairbrush to our bare bottoms. Now, we would be faced with his wrath as well as hers – and his wrath was definitely to be avoided. On the first day of my visit, we all hit it off great. Kate was very nice to me, and Denise and Kristie were a lot of fun to play with. Moreover, I thought Kate very pretty, and developed a crush on her almost immediately. On the second day, things took an unexpected turn, while we were all at a neighbourhood playground. Kristie was playing on the jungle gym, while Denise and I took turns on the slide. Kate and Dad sat at a nearby picnic table, talking and watching us. The whole experience was confusing and weird and embarrassing but it also turned me on in a way and a small part of me is hoping that he maintains this attitude and dominance because I kind of really liked him putting me over his knee and punishing me. I even began to think about naughty things I might do to provoke her into spanking my bottom. The problem with the plan, of course, was that my father was there. If I was going to get a spanking for anything, he would almost certainly be the one to give it to me.

Moments later, he returned with my little brother in one hand and the strap in the other. “I have to go help fix this window you broke,” he said to my brother. “And we are going to have to pay the insurance deductible on this. Well, we’re going to figure out how you are going to repay us for that, but meantime I’m going to take some of it out of your butt. Drop your pants.”

In the next few weeks, I saw Denise and Kristie get spanked during trips to the grocery store, the mall and the movie theatre, as well as the playground. Interestingly, neither of the girls seemed to feel any sense of embarrassment about it. They talked about their spankings very matter-of-factly, and did not think it unusual to be spanked in front of strangers. If I ever complain that nothing happens to my brother, I get aweek of special nightly discipline sessions, so I've learned to notcomplain. My dad says he's even going to let my brother give me myspankings one day soon. I think it's embarassing. All characters and events in this story are purely fictional. All characters are over the age of 18. It is strongly recommended that you read and follow all directions carefully when using any over the counter medical products and/or procedures. This story is the property of Lil_senny.)

There was a fan across the room and I could feel it blowing on me, daddy must have turned it up to high because I was covered in goose pimples and could feel my nipples getting hard.I wanted to spit this out but daddy was holding the bottle in firmly. It wasn’t milk in the bottle, but it tasted like baby formula! I could feel a tear sliding down my cheek, as tried to get as much of it as possible to slide out of my mouth, but of course this just added to daddy’s delight as it mixed with the baby food already on my chin and cheeks. Removal of privileges. For example, if your child keeps pushing people while playing, take the toy away for now and tell them why. My ass hurt so bad after and when he was done, he held me and laid me down and told me he loved me and rubbed my ass for a while after. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I finished all that was in the bowl. I assumed daddy was going to wipe my face off, but instead he put the bowl down and proceeded to put the bottle in my mouth.