First you went to sleep three hours past your bedtime.

Then you drove my car without permission.

Were you running errands? Nope. Were you accomplishing something for the world? Of course not. You just wanted to go shopping with your useless friends.

Could you be any hollower?

You didn’t even fill up the tank.

And just yesterday, you pinky promised to work on that innovative project you’ve been holding off. The one that you have so much passion and talent for, that would finally make something out of your extraordinary potential.

But did you spend a single second on that? Not a goddam chance.

No, I don’t want to fucking hear it. You said you would work on it, and you did not. Period.

You didn’t even clean the kitchen like I’ve been asking all week.

How long did you expect to get away with this? You’re acting like a damn burnout, when Daddy knows you could be so much more than that.

I am very, very disappointed in you, young lady. And to think, I still haven’t gotten to the worst part.

You knew damn well you weren’t supposed to cum yesterday.

You hadn’t earned that privilege. I had made that very, very clear. But you chose not to listen to me. You chose to disrespect my authority. Naughty, naughty, naughty…

You fingered your slut-hole and made a mess of pleasure on your fresh sheets. That is un-fucking-acceptable. It’s almost like you’ve regressed into some crazy fantasy world where I’m not the boss of you.

Have you forgotten that Daddy owns your pussy?

You used my property without permission again.

This can only go on for so long before some natural consequences are in order.

So I hope that answers your question. The question of why you need to be punished today. Now come here and bend over my lap.

Yes. Right, right now. Just like that.

I love the weight of you over my legs, and how pretty you are.

Sometimes I forget how much I love you. How very, very lucky I am to be a Daddy for a girl like you. (Even though you make a lot of stupid decisions).

I know you well. Well enough to know that your spirit purer than most people’s. And if you ask me, pure spirits should be held to especially high standards.

I land the first slap squarely in the center of your left cheek. You groan in pain and wiggle your whole body against my possessive grip. But you cannot get away from me, you perfect, precious little thing.

Daddy’s too strong for you to escape, so you better save your energy.

The second slap hits the center of your right cheek. Your punishment hurts, but the symmetry of the stinging reminds you that there’s an order to the madness. That this beating is as neatly defined as a mathematical equation. Except instead of numbers and operation signs, you get splashes of fire on your skin — turning your butt pink, then scarlet, and eventually purple. And I have to admit, seeing that hot agony ripen on your body will be quite satisfying.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen to Daddy.”

The torture has just begun, and you can already tell it will be a vicious spanking. This isn’t what you were hoping for, was it? You wondered you’d get some soft, breezy little squeezes as I finger you. But that wouldn’t be a punishment, now would it?

That would be a treat. And as you know, treats are for good girls.

Honestly ask yourself: Have you been a good girl?

Try to focus on that question as my giant hands play your ass like a bongo drum. You’re groaning louder and louder. You feel my dick growing hard under my pants, pressing against your hip.

I pause all of a sudden. You want to ask what I’m doing, but you know better than to speak without permission. You don’t see me take off my belt and fold one end to the other. You don’t see me stroke the whole belt tightly together and fold it again.

Not bad for a makeshift whip, if I do say so myself.

A volcanic scream escapes your lungs as I strike your whole ass at the same time, shattering all the silence in the room. You whimper endlessly, reeling from the sharp slash of leather against skin. I brought you here to beat the laziness out of you, and that is exactly what I intend to do.

Just when you wondered it couldn’t get worse.

And it’s exhilarating to exert my power. To show a disobedient little girl like you who’s in charge around here. I remember my place, and you remember yours.

I whip you harder a second time, and you discover yourself giving in to the pain… surrendering to my authority.

All you want to do is keep still, be grateful, and accept that you deserve this. You’re thanking me for punishing you, and promising to never disappoint me again.

That’s a good girl.

Every spank I give you is as necessary and nourishing as your own heartbeat. I’m alternating between the firm belt and my forceful hand, bruising your gorgeous ass to oblivion and turning this once-perfect equation into brutal chaos.

Something is stirring inside your body. A whirlpool of tingles, splashing drops of hot, sticky lust down your thighs. You helpless little thing.

Do you feel that, baby?

That’s the intensity of a man who loves you with all his being and cannot stand how off-track you’ve fallen. No matter how many times I remind you to work on your goals, you just won’t listen to me.

But Daddy never gives up.

That’s why you’re here, folded over my lap as I spank the hell out of you — slapping and scraping your skin, making your eyes wet.

My job is to set you straight. And I have no doubt that when I’m through with you, you’ll discover the willpower to turn a new leaf forever.

Or pay the consequences until you do.