“Turn the tv off.”
Abbey looked up from under her blanket, as she snuggled on the couch.
“I don’t wanna.”
Sam eyebrows furrowed, “Abbey, that’s the third time I’ve asked you, turn it off please, it’s time to do the lunch dishes.”
Abbey made a grizzling noise and turned her eyes back to her cartoon movie.
Sam strode over to the tv, standing in front of it, “Love, you’re acting like a little girl.”
Abbey pouted, “I AM a little girl.”
Sam smiled, despite being cross, “Yes, honey, you are MY little girl, but I only like GOOD little girls, not naughty little girls.”
Abbey just glared at him and tried to watch the cartoon animals dance around Sam’s body.
Sam sighed and leaned over to switch it off.
Abbey shrieked, “NOOOOOOOOO!” diving off the couch and in the process spilling her cup of juice on the carpet.
Everything and everyone froze. The tv screen turned black and so did Sam’s face. His mouth opened in an “o” at his Abbey’s cranky tantrum. Abbey froze, her blanket falling around her legs, watching the juice seep into the blue carpet.
“Stay right there. Do. Not. Move.”
Abbey fingers crept into her mouth but she did as he said. Sam ran into the kitchen and grabbed some paper towels, running back into the living room and crouching down to soak up the mess. Luckily, it was only apple juice and wouldn’t stain. He rose up in front of Abbey, looking taller and taller by the second. He put his hands on his hips and stared at her with his “I’m-very-cross-stare.”
“I-sorry.” Abbey said around her fingers.
Sam tutted, “Someone is acting like a cranky little girl, and it has been going on far too long today.”
Sam walked to the couch and sat down, spinning Abbey around as he did, “And cranky little girls get a spanking.”
And then Abbey lost it, “No-no-no-no-no-no-nooooooooo!” She screamed, stamping her feet and thumping her little fists against the side of her thighs.
Sam watched this impressive little display with much interest. Recently, Abbey had arguing with many a spanking and he was getting quite sick of it, it was time to step it up a notch, bring in something he had threatened long ago, but never needed to bring out yet.
Same waited for a break in the screaming, and stated quietly but firmly, “Abbey you need to get over my lap right now or I think you need a much worse little girl punishment.”
Abbey, didn’t even blink an eyelid, just screwed up her face even further, and screamed louder.
Sam sighed, “Okay, Abbey, you asked for it.”
He grabbed her firmly by the ear, and started dragging her towards the back door, “Time to go outside.”
Abbey stopped in puzzlement, trying to think what punishment would await her outside. Then the light bulb clicked, remembering their long ago conversation. She dug her heels in and clung to Sam.
“No, Sam, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll take the spanking, please, no, please, not this.”
Sam shook his head as he led her out the back door and across the back of the house, “Too late babygirl. You’ll get your spanking. AFTER this.”
Abbey started sobbing and shaking her head furiously, “No, no, no, you can’t, it’s so embarrassing. Please, Sam, no, please.”
Same stopped at the junction between two walls of the outside of the house. He let his little girl go and turned her gently towards him.
“You do what I say, now, or we can do this every night this week.”
Abbey’s eyes widened in horror, as a “please, no” escaped from her lips.
“Do you want to do this once or seven times?”
Abbey closed her eyes, “Once.” She whispered. Her hands clasped in front of her and her eyes dropped to the floor.
“Is that how you talk to me?”
“No, sir.”
“Then, do you want to do this once or seven times?”
“Just once, please sir.”
Sam leaned around behind her and slapped her twice hard on her bare thighs, “You speak respectfully to me, please.”
“Yes sir.”
Sam stood up straight again, “Now, do I have your attention?”
Abbey nodded her head, “Yes Sam.”
“Good girl. Now, go and stand in the corner, please.”
Abbey’s shoulder’s dropped in resignation, and tears spilled silently down her cheeks as she walked slowly to the corner and faced into it, hands at her side.
Sam nodded. Good, he was getting through to her. “Now, Abbey, I’m doing this because a simple spanking just isn’t enough for you acting like such a little girl. I love your baby girl side, but I will not tolerate crankiness and rude behaviour, do you understand?”
A quiet “yessir” came from the corner.
“Good. Now lift up your skirt.”
Abbey reached to each side of her short skirt and slowly raised it above her bottom, showing off her cute little white panties. When her little side was about, lacy black thongs were always replaced with pink or white little-girl panties. Sam loved them both.
Sam let her wait like this for a few minutes, letting her feel the humiliation of being outside and being exposed, even though there was no way anyone else could see or hear them.
“Now,” Abbey’s body physically tensed up. Here was the worst of it. Here was her punishment. A punishment to suit a little girl.
Sam crossed his arms across his chest, “Now, babygirl, wet your panties please.”
A loud sob came from his baby’s mouth, this was the absolute punishment for her. Total humiliation and demotion in front of her partner and lover. She shuddered.
Same called out, “Abbey, you need to wet your panties like a little girl. I know you need to go, you drank that bottle of water and two cups of juice. Now, wet.your.panties.”
Abbey sobbed some more, pleading silently to be let off, she slightly stamped her feet, but only the tiniest bit. She still had a spanking to go after this.
“Abbey, five minutes, or . . . we do this all again tomorrow, and you can spend the next 24 hours in a nappy.”
Abbey closed her eyes in defeat. No way could she go shopping and do her errands, wearing a nappy, knowing that Sam would insist that she use it. Even now, she remembered the time she went too far and he made her wear a pull-up for 24 hours, making her ask to go to the toilet everytime and accompanying her and watching her pee in the toilet.
Abbey made herself relax, and fought against 26 years of toilet training, and started to let herself wet her panties.
Sam smiled as he watched his little girl wet herself. “See? This is what happens to naughty little girls. They get taken outside, stood in the corner and they have to wet their panties. Are you finished my dear?”
Abbey was sobbing again, “Yessir.” Her leg was sticky and wet and she was very uncomfortable.
Same stepped closer to her. “Well, you can stand there in your wet panties for five minutes facing the corner, and think about how you are going to be a good girl, then you can come inside. We’ll clean you off and do the dishes, then someone is due a spanking and a cuddle.”
that was. very very impressive writtin. <3
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