Consequences in Bragging

I was on my way home from work and texting with Steve. He was telling me how he was going to be productive and spend his evening cleaning. I told him I hoped to do the same but I didn’t know if I would have the motivation. 

He assured me that he would see to it that I did. He made me send him a photo of my room and that he had better receive a photo of it clean before I saw him the next day or there would be consequences. He also mentioned that if I was to start cleaning that evening that I would need to put a butt plug in and provide a photo of that as well. 

I was sitting cozily in my bed and made the decision that while I did want to start cleaning that night I definitely did not want to put a plug in. So naturally I went to the internet and posted about my current situation thinking it was hot but also happy to not have to put in a plug. 

The next day I cleaned my room like I was supposed to and I assumed I was in the clear. 

When I arrived at his house the uniform was already laying out on the bed. Immediately he told me to get changed. 

I was conversational as I got dressed, talking about my day and what I had been up to. As soon as I was dressed there was a shift in the energy. 

He stood up and asked me if I thought I was pleased at myself for bragging on the internet. This caught me completely off guard. I was literally stammering. I tried to defend my case that I just thought it was hot and wanted to share it. 

He went on to lecture me about how he was going out of his way to bring our dynamic further into my everyday life and instead of appreciating his kindness of not demanding I put in the plug in case I had a long day at work that I flaunted my weaseling out of it. 

He got every implement and laid them all on the coffee table before. He explained that I would feeling all of them and ending with the bath brush. (The most hated of them all)

He took me over his knee and began spanking me. He took his time getting me warmed up, paying attention my sit spots and thighs. I felt tears begin to sting my eyes as he continued to lecture me on how disappointed he was. 

After my hand spanking he had me sit at the desk. Before me was pen and paper. 

Bragging about irresponsibility is childish and will get me punished every time. 

I had to fill the page writing that line over and over. 

Once completed he made me stand up, turn around and bend over the desk. 

“I know writing lines can be tedious and strenuous on your wrist. So I’m going to be nice and break them up for you.”

He saw my face drop. 

“You didn’t think you were done did you? After each page you’ll get the next implement”

Next came the ruler. I don’t see the ruler often and I quite hate it. It stings like a cane but has the same meanness of a paddle. It’s light so it has an incredibly strong bite to it. My feet danced and I squirmed and tried to stay in position. Anytime I stood up straight he would shove me back down over the desk. 

Another page of lines. I was fighting back tears as I continued to write my lines. Another page done and it was on to the next implement. 

The cane was next. This time kneeling over the bed for the next portion of my punishment. After my strokes I stood up to move back to the desk. 

“Stay in position” 

I was confused until I heard him undo his belt. I meekly asked if it was the mean belt or the nice belt. 

“Oh baby, do you think you deserve the nice belt?” 

I shook my head no. He grabbed my chin and I flinched away. 

“How do you respond when I ask you a question?”

“I’m sorry daddy. No daddy”

“I need to slap your face. Twice.”

Fighting back my tears at this point was a losing battle. I knew I would eventually break down. 

Back into position I went for the belt. Admittedly the belt didn’t hurt as bad as the others had but at this point I’d been punished for quite some time. 

Afterwards he had me stand in the corner to cool down and work on an apology. It just so happened to be the corner where the bath brush was hanging as a reminder that I was far from done with my punishment. 

After a couple of minutes he returned. 

“Well?”

“I’m sorry I bragged and that I weasled out of doing something I didn’t want to do. I promise I’ll never ever do it again. I’m sorry daddy”

“Oh baby, I believe you. But we have to make sure this lesson sticks. Since you couldn’t bring yourself to put a plug in last night you’re going to put one in now”

I obliged and put the plug in. This plug was new. It had a remote so daddy could turn on the vibrations. 

Again I was seated at the desk for more lines. I realized it would be more painful if I put my full weight on the chair. So I hovered my ass over the chair as to not push the plug farther in. As I was writing my lines Daddy was increasing the intensity of the plug. It was getting difficult to write my lines and I messed up a few. 

Finally came daddy’s hairbrush paddle. He tried giving me a few swats with it but it kept hitting the plug. Thankfully he let me take the plug out. 

While I was in the bathroom he was setting up the last phase of my punishment. When I returned he placed the cuffs on my wrists. He had me lay on top of the pillows in the middle of the bed so that my ass would be propped up for him to have easy access to. He shackles my wrists to the bed so I was defenseless. I couldn’t do anything to protect myself or shield myself from the inevitable. 

I looked back and saw daddy standing there with the bath brush. Tears filled my eyes. I began begging him not to pleading that I had learned my lesson and he didn’t have to do it. 

My begging was merely a waste of breath as daddy administered the first blow. I let out a scream. The pain racing through my body with great intensity. I tried with all my might to pull my arms free but to no avail. He merely shoved my face into the pillow and told me to keep my screams muffled for the neighbors sake. 

Eventually after ten or so strokes it was over. Or so I thought. I expected him to release my wrists but instead out came the lube. He explained that bad little girls don’t get to have their cunts used. They get their bad girl hole used. I asked if I could use the hitachi and he simply laughed. I figured it was at least worth a shot. 

Finally after, the ruler, the cane, the belt, the bath brush, a plug, multiple pages of lines, corner time, and anal my punishment was over.