Next Year Part 2

As Abbey crept up to the table, Seth stared her down, arms folded in front of him, enjoying the view of his naughty little girl.

Abbey was dressed in her punishment dress- a little girl style, babydoll dress of white with small yellow daisies sprinkled over it. The hem of the skirt was well above her knees, which Abbey crept trying to pull down. She looked all of 12 years old in this dress, even younger since, purposely, her punishment panties peeked out from the too-short hem.

As she had been taught, Abbey came up to Seth and slowly lifted the front of her dress, proving to him that she had a pair of punishment panties on. Punishment panties were satin and white, very different to her comfy cartoon panties or her sexy black lace panties. Seth nodded and Abbey let go of the hem, sitting down demurely on a chair to his left.

Seth sighed, "Love, this has happened to many times, and even with the threat of serious repercussions, you still went ahead and did it."

Abbey's bottom lip trembled and she looked down at the table top, her finger tracing the pattern on the tablecloth.

"So, you spent $146.50? Well to pay that off, I think that adds up to some extra jobs, on top of your home duties already. I think we will give the cleaning lady two weeks off and you can do all her jobs. That will pay back the money. So, thats the ironing, the moping and vacuuming . . . what else does Greta do around here?"

"She washes the car and windows sometimes."

Seth smiles evilly, "Well you can do that too. And on top of that, every time you are about to start one of these jobs, you are to come to me and ask for a spanking on your bare bottom. Also, you will do all your extra jobs in the nude, so you remember that they are punishments."

Abbey's jaw dropped and she bagan to wail, "But washing the car- you do that outside!"

Seth nodded seriously, "Yes baby it does. I will bring the car around to the backyard but you will just have to suffer being outside in the nude. That might teach you to stop your shopping habits."

Abbey nodded regretfully and wiped away tears in her eyes. She dreaded hearing the rest of her sentence, as this was bad already. What else had he planned?

Just Playin'

This story may sound like it’s about a Daddy and his little girl but its really only a make-believe story about an age-play adult couple where the woman loves playing the “Lil girl” If you don’t get it, don’t like it or disapprove- go away.

“Abbey? Where are you? Come out now please!”

Mark wandered from room to room, looking under beds and in cupboards. And with each room, Mark got more and more annoyed.

“Abbey! Come out now! It’s time for bed!”

Mark listened for little girl noises.  Usually it would be muffled giggles and he would find this a lot more fun, but he needed to get back to work on his computer, and his little girl was due an early bedtime. Abbey had been naughty the night before after getting over-tired and throwing a tantrum, and so an hour early to bed each night for a week was proposed. Obviously, Abbey didn’t think it was a good idea.

“Abigail Lily James, get your bottom out here now, otherwise very unpleasant things will happen to you!”

There was still no answer, and Mark began to get worried. What if she had got into some tiny space and locked herself in somehow? She could be really hurt. The hunt took on a more serious tone and Mark rushed from room to room, calling for Abbey to come out, that it wasn’t a game anymore.

After passing through the family room a number of times, Mark noticed the sliding glass door out to the patio was slightly ajar. He growled angrily to himself, Abbey wasn’t allowed outside on her own at night- would she dare to run off into the bush at the back of their ¼ acre property?

He slowly pushed the door open and whipped his eyes around the patio. Mark spotted the very large dog kennel that had the covered doorway- which was moving so very slightly.

He placed his hands on his hips, “Abigail, get out here NOW.”

Nothing.

Mark took a deep breath to stop him from yelling and dragging her out, “Abbey, I’m going to give you to the count of 3, otherwise the week-long punishment you have earned already will go for a month. And believe me, I’m not just talking early bedtimes.”

“One.” No movement

“Two.” A head sneakily popped out of the kennel, his girl on her hands and feet, a nose first, followed by one eye and a braid, looking up at him, judging his angry face.

“Two and a half.” The edge in his voice must have scared her, as she scrambled to get him front of him before he said three.

Mark stopped himself from giving her a hug in relief. He made himself tall and put his stern looking face on, glaring down at his baby girl-woman. Abbey stood there, the picture of cuteness, rugged up in her Strawberry Shortcake jammies and her two brown plaits, framing her lightly-freckled nose and cheeks. Her feet covered in bunny slippers, her hands clasped behind her back, protecting her bottom already. Her eyes were downcast, but they kept guiltily looking up into his.

Mark reached back and lay a huge wallop on the back of her right thigh, since her bottom was already covered, the sound of it echoed outside in the stillness, sounding much worse than its impact, as her pyjama pants were flannel and quite thick for the winter chill.

“Ouch.”

Mark raised his eyebrows, “You better think ouch, young lady. You are in a world of trouble.”

Abbey’s bottom lip dropped and her eyes enlarged- if that was possible, Mark thought. But he then thought about how behind for work she had put him after her little impromptu game of hide-and-seek, and then causing him to worry, his resolve steadied. He gently grabbed her upper arm and steered her towards the bedrooms. Not their bedroom, but the room that had many names- punishment room, lil girl room, naughty room- none of them comforting to little Abbey.

“No, no please!!! Not in there!!!!” Abbey tried to dig her heels into the carpet of the hallway but her slippers on carpet had no grip. He opened the door with one hand, the other on a struggling Abbey. He steered her in and towards one of the more dreaded items in the room- her baby cot. The only time she got put in here was when she had been very naughty- she loved snuggling up to him at night, whether she was being baby girl or big Abbey- and hated being left alone at night, but tonight she would just have to get over it. He heaved her over the side of the cot and pulled the safety railing up. He loved this purchase, the cot was adult-sized so after lifting the railing up, there was no way Abbey could get out til it was lowered again.

Abbey promptly flopped down on her bottom and started wailing.

Mark growled, “Abbey, I don’t have time to deal with you properly tonight. Lucky, we both have tomorrow off so you can wait until then. You’ll just have to sleep here tonight.” He quickly spun around before he changed his mind, flicking on the nightlight and flicking off the main light leaving the door open a crack, sighing to himself as he walked back to his office, the sound of Abbey crying, ringing in his ears. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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“MARK!! MARK, pleeeassseeeee!!!”

Mark’s head raised from the pillow and looked around, momentarily confused as to why Abbey wasn’t next to him, then he remembered. He groaned as he looked at the clock and saw 5am. He had only got to bed 3 hours ago. Not for the first time, he cursed his boss for leaving him in the lurch like this and groggily stumbled into the hallway, peeking into the darkened room.

“Baby girl, what? Its too early, go back to sleep.”

His girl was jumping up and down in her cot, her legs pressed together, “Please honey, I need to pee. Please let me out. I promise I’ll be good.”

Mark became instantly awake. Now this may be fun and may actually teach her a lesson. He usually got pretty creative with Abbey’s punishments and made them fit the crime, and this was something he had been threatening for a while. Guessing how badly behaved she had been the last two days and nights, now was time to up the ante. He leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms.

“Well, Abbey, it’s not time to get up yet. You should have thought about that before you played your game last night.”

“What?!” Abbey sounded stunned. She couldn’t believe what`she was hearing, “Mark, I need to PEE and I cant hold it til morning. Let me out and I’ll come right back.”

Mark hid a grin, “I will do no such thing, Miss. This is part of your punishment. If you are going to be a little girl and throw tantrums and not do what you are told, then you can be a little girl and wet your panties.”

“NOOOOOOO!”Abbey screamed shrilly, shaking the cot rails, “Let me out! Let me out!”

Mark frowned and stepped over, roughly pulling down the cot rail. He reached over to his standing-up girl and quickly pulled her pyjama bottoms down. *SMACK* SMACK* He slapped her hard twice on her pantied bottom, her screeching ceasing to a sudden halt.

“Stop that right now. I told you what was going to happen and you started to argue. That’s going to stop right now, little girl. You are being very very naughty. Now come here.”

She stepped closer to him and he lifted her out of the cot. He stood her up and bent down to pull up her pj bottoms- with not as much gentleness as usual, he led her out the door and into the bathroom across the hall.

“Ohhhhh, Mark, thankyou, thankyou, it WAS a silly thing to think I would wet my panties!” Abbey began to pull down her bottoms again as she headed towards the toilet.

Mark raised his eyebrows and with a short “Huh!” pulled her back, and took both of her hands and placed them on top of her head. Instead, he directed her to the shower stall and pushed her inside, leaving the shower curtain wide open, “You aren’t getting out of it, I just don’t want to have to wash the cot or the carpet, wet your panties in here.”

She sobbed and immediately began bouncing from one leg to the other, “No, no no Mark! I wont do it!”

Mark sighed, “Baby, you’re getting an extra punishment for all this arguing. But it’s not helping, you aren’t going to the toilet. We’ll just wait here til you wet yourself.”

Mark placed the toilet seat down and sat heavily on top of it. As exciting and as fun as this was, sleep was getting the best of him.  He watched his baby girl stomp her feet and her elbows flap around as her hands stayed plastered to her head, grumbling and moaning to herself. He wondered whether an incentive was needed.

“Abbey, are you going to go?”

She looked grumpily over to him, “NO IM NOT.”

He chuckled to himself, “Well then,” HE pretended to muse, “I guess we need a time limit then, you have five minutes, or for every 5 minutes after you don’t, I’ll put you in nappies for one day. And that includes going to work.”

Abbey’s whining stopped suddenly and she studied his face. He could see her adding up how many days she had off, and how many days she had til she went back to work. Her eyes teared up because there was no way she would be so naughty as to risk being punished on work days. Her worst fear was being found out as loving the age-play lifestyle, especially since she had such a high-power job.

Her head dropped and her arms sagged on her head, “Sir, may I put my arms down?”

Mark smirked, there was the giving in, the submission. She was again his. “No you may not. Stand up straight please and look me in the face.”

Abbey righted her posture and shakily raised her head to look him in the eye.

“Now, baby girl, you can wet your panties.”

She bit her bottom lip, “Yes sir.” She whispered.

It took a little bit, but slowly, a wet patch appeared  on her pyjama bottoms. As it got bigger, her sobs got louder and louder but she kept her eyes on her man, even as her face went redder and redder.

“I’m finished now Mark.”

Mark nodded but didn’t acknowledge her good behavior. She didn’t deserve it just yet. “Stay there Abbey. Before we both go back to sleep for a little bit, I’m going to punish you for your arguing.”

She nodded, all willpower and fight left. Mark turned her around to face the corner of the shower, “Just stay there, Miss. You can put your arms down at your side.”

Without her knowledge he reached around for the cold water tap. He turned it on full and directed the shower head onto Abbey. She screamed at the cold and the shock, and started jumping around. He had to hold her arm to keep her in the stall.

“OHHHHH its so cold, its so cold! Turn it off! Turn it off! I’m sorry, soooooo sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl!!! Please!!!!!”

A full minute past before he turned the tap off. He watched as his girl stood there like a drowned rat, shivering, crying and sniffing, rubbing her arms in an effort to get warm. Mark turned her around to face him, “Now, that was for arguing. What do you say?”

Abbey’s bottom lip quivered, “Im sorry Mark. I wont argue anymore.”

Mark smiled, “Good girl. Every time you argue from now on, you’ll be getting a cold shower like this one, and they’ll be longer than one minute. Okay?”

Abbey nodded and shook, “Yessir.”

Mark smiled down at her and started to undress her. After she was fully naked, he wrapped her up in  big fluffy towel to dry her off.

“Okay love, you can come back to bed with me and sleep a little bit. You’ll be sleeping in the nude but. No cute jammies for bad little girls. I’ll tell you about the rest of your punishment when we wake up.”

Next Year Part 1

S wanted me to write a story about how I think our lives will be like when we are living together next year, and this is what this started off as. I wasn’t going to even talk much about punishments, more the control and power aspects of our relationship. My twisted mind then turned the story into this. It was just too hard to resist!!

“Honey, I’m home!”

Seth came out of the bedroom, buttoning up his shirt that he had just changed into after work. He looked up to see his girl rushing towards him, arms out wide, ready to engulf him in one of her baby-girl bear hugs. For such a little girl, the squeeze around his mid-drift was surprisingly tight and he chuckled as he buried his face in her hair, savouring the sweet smell of her shampoo mixed with her perfume.

“ . . . and he said that he loved coming to school and the Mum was so nice and I rang the teacher from his last school and she said  . . .”

Seth looked up from Abbey’s head tucked under his chin as she excitedly told him about her day teaching and frowned slightly at the pile of bags dumped in the hallway near the front door. He pulled back and tried to look stern as he looked down at his girl.

“Baby, what did we talk about with your bags?”

Abbey looked guiltily towards the door and then put on her puppy dog eyes before looking back up at Seth, “Sorry honey, I forgot, I’ll put them away now.”

Seth smiled, “Hmmm, yes you will. Turn around and bend over first.”

Abbey sighed and spun herself around, facing away from Seth and bent over. She felt her lover slowly raise her mid-length skirt to rest on her upper back. His fingers traced along the elastic of her panties before:

*SMACK*SMACK*SMACK*SMACK*SMACK*

Seth raised his hand high and smacked Abbey’s pantied bottom five times so hard that her body lurched forward with each smack. He straightened her up and spun her around to face him again. He gently tilted her chin towards him and looked seriously into her eyes, “Forget again my love and you and I will have to have a big talk. Now go.” She scampered away to collect her bags while he walked towards the kitchen to decide what to make for dinner. Seth did most of the cooking while Abbey took care of most of the cleaning. Sometimes they swapped duties, or did them together, but this suited their schedules and Seth enjoyed cooking.

Seth’s thoughts were interrupted when out of the corner of his eye he saw how many bags Abbey was trying to lug into the bedroom.  It definitely looked more than her hand bag, her gym bag and the couple of bags that usually accompanied her home, filled with marking that could be done in front of the tv.

“Abbey, “Seth called as she disappeared into their bedroom, “What do you have in your bags?”

“Oh . . . . nothing!” came the very vague answer.

Seth’s brow furrowed once more. He hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was, which was more shopping. Abbey had the worst impulse spending habit he had ever seen and he had forbade her to go shopping without him in her presence. He went to stand in the bedroom doorway, watching her bottom wriggle around as she was half-buried in her cupboard.

“Darling?”

“Hmmmmm?” Seth didn’t know whether her distracted tone was intentional or not.

“Abbey, stop what you are doing and look at me.”

Abbey dropped the rest of her clothes at the bottom of the closet and straightened up. The guilty look on her face told him everything.

“Abbey, did you go shopping after work?”

Abbey looked down at her clasped, fidgeting hands and back at Seth, “Maybe.” She whispered softly.

Seth sighed and gestured to Abbey to sit on the bed. He sat down next to her, and she leaned into him, feeling bad that she had broken her rules.

“What did you buy?”

Abbey grimanced, “A few tops, a skirt . . . and two books.”

Seth closed his eyes and breathed to calm himself down before he opened his eyes and focused on his girl, “Books Abbey?! Clothes I don’t like but I can understand, but books?! You’ve already gone over your book allowance this month.”

Abbey’s bottom lip dropped as she wailed, “I knoooow!! But one was a new book from a series that I didn’t know was coming out, and the other was for teaching. I needed it!”

Frustrated, Seth stood up and began to pace in front of her, “Abbey, I’ve said this time and time again, we cant afford these impulse purchases now we have a mortage! Buying those books, these clothes, means we have less to go in our savings! You cannot keep doing this.”

Abbey, ashamed, looked down at her hands and began to cry. She hated disappointing Seth. She felt so bad. Also, she knew the punishment coming up and knew it would be bad.

Seth stopped in front of Abbey and looked down at her, “Abbey, what did we decide upon as punishment if you went shopping without permission again.”

Abbey mumbled into her chest and so Seth reached over to lift her chin up, “Now, Abbey. What did I say?”

“I have to work off the money I spent.”

Seth nodded seriously, “Yes. How much did you spend?”

Abbey thought about it, adding up her purchases, “$100?”

Seth’s eyebrows raised, “Is that the total or a guess? I wouldn’t be rounding it down right about now, young lady.”

Abbey hopped off the bed and dug around in one of the plastic bags for a receipt, “Well, maybe a bit more. Um . . .  $146.50.”

Seth leaned over and gave her a quick cuddle and kiss on the forehead, “Love, I want you to get dressed in your punishment dress and punishment panties then come out and sit at the table. We'll work out what we are going to do about this."

I dont know if there is going to be a Part Two, its much easier just to daydream about this instead of writing it all down *sigh* and I really do want to write about how life for S and I will really be- without so much on the spanking :D