Sometimes we just don’t agree with each other and perhaps what makes us individuals is that there are no two people alike. Often agreeing to disagree is the only way to keep the pieces of the puzzle together.
But when rules have been broken and the lines of our roles have been crossed, a common understanding needs to be found with whatever means necessary.
For Avery, the only thing that seemed would get through to her was to “switch” her punishment to a higher level and now, mere fussing would make it worse.
She was going to learn, no matter what her Daddy had to do.
Warning: This is Adult, Baby!
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Part Three: “The Next Piece of the Puzzle”
She may have only knelt there for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she heard her Daddy milling about behind her, rummaging for … something. And it was what that something might be which controlled her thoughts of the moment.
Regardless of what he came up with, she now held her hands flat over her bottom for its protection of what he may come back with. Seeing this, her Daddy deduced that she still didn’t get the point of the restraints.
As a matter of fact, she didn’t understand much of anything as to why she was in trouble. And that’s what made the next piece of the puzzle so important to raising the level of her punishment high enough so that she finally got it.
He saved it until now in the hopes that he wouldn’t have to use it, but she was showing she needed it.
“You wish you knew what was going on, don’t you?” he asked, still looking the next piece of the puzzle.
“Yes,” she pouted quietly, shifting on her knees.
“Stay right there,” he instructed her as he passed from one room to the next until he returned with a set of ankle restraints.
“Daddy, you are so mean,” she said in a whiny voice, intended to make him feel bad. “Why did you buy these?”
“I knew you wouldn’t just take your punishment,” he said, attaching the restraints to her ankles. “I knew I had to get things to keep you in place.”
He disconnected the lock which held her wrists restraints together. Bending her down into a crawling position, he parted her knees and drew her hands back between her legs, locking the wrist restraints to the ankle restraints.
She was now pinned to the floor in that position. Her bottom, red from his previous failed attempts at correcting her behavior, stuck straight up in the air.
“You’re acting like I did something terrible,” she whined, trying to reason with him differently as she realized she could no longer move or fidget or get away from him at all.
“You … peed … your … pants,” he said, emphasizing each word. “You’re how old? And you peed your pants.”
He smacked each of her cheeks once, stating that which was obvious to her:
“Now ya can’t hide.”
Getting up, he began milling around the room again, leaving Avery restrained on the floor in a most humiliating and compromising position.
“Now,” he said, returning to a kneeling position behind her. “Before the last piece of your punishment comes this one.”
“What?” she asked honestly.
She was still unaware of the switch in his hand, a thin bamboo-like twig which he twirled and flexed to test its bend-ability.
“I’m going to give you ten spanks. Ten. You know how to count to ten?” he asked, hearing no response. “That was a question.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered.
“Good. We’re gonna make sure do you,” he said as she whimpered in anticipation of what was to come. “I’m gonna give you ten spanks and after each spank, you’re gonna count the spank and then say: I’m sorry Daddy. It’s not going to happen again. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she fussed in a small voice.
“Yes, what?” he asked sharply.
“Yes, Daddy,” she responded.
“That’s better,” he said delivering the first switch swing to her left bottom cheek.
She felt the sting spread across her bottom and whimpered at the pain before responding.
“Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again,” she pouted into the carpet.
“What did you forget to do?” he asked. “We’re gonna start over. We’re gonna do this until you master this.”
He delivered the first switch to her left bottom cheek again.
“One,” she said, punctuating the word. “Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again.”
“That’s better. Let’s see if you can get to two, now,” he said, punctuating the number as he lightly rolled the switch across her bottom before striking her left bottom cheek again.
“Two. Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again,” she said calmly, dropping the attitude from her tone.
“Good,” he said tracing her right bottom cheek with the switch before striking it.
“Three. Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again,” she said as all liveliness left her voice.
He struck the underside of her left bottom cheek with the switch, sharply.
“Four. Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again,” she said, slowing down her responses to give her bottom a little more recovery time.
He struck the top half of her right bottom cheek with force, rubbing it lightly afterwards.
“Five. Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again.”
He struck the upper half of her right bottom cheek, hearing her wince and whimper before he began rubbing the switch lightly across her bottom again.
“Six. Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again.”
He wound up for the next strike, drawing his arm back and finding the side of her upper left thigh. She whimpered at the pain of this strike as well.
“Seven. Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again.”
He delivered a strike to her right bottom cheek, the strongest swing yet.
“Eight. Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again.”
He delivered a strike to her left bottom cheek, trumping the power of his last offering.
“Nine. Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again.”
He placed the last strike of the switch squarely across her left bottom cheek, with more force than all the rest. She winced audibly before responding.
“Ten. Thank you, Daddy. It won’t happen again.”
“Good,” her Daddy said calmly, seeing a change in her disposition. Perhaps, just perhaps she finally got the point.
But there was still one final piece of punishment she needed to receive.
Check back for Part Four: “You’re Just Like a Baby”
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You can find the video to this story at:
ABGussy.com & ABGus’s Member Site
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