Once upon a time, in the land of never was, a place where big girls are sometimes little girls and their lovers are their Daddies, there was a girl and her Daddy. The girl loved her Daddy whole bunches and knew that she was his bestest girl. She thought that her Daddy was the best Daddy and she loved him whole bunches.
Although most people would have said that Daddy spoiled his girl shamelessly, they would also have to admit that she was very well behaved. Or at least they would have said that if they had not witnessed some of her tantrums or misbehaivor. It was on these occasions that Daddy gave his girl spankings, on her bare bottom. She had patiently tried to explain to Daddy that she was much too old for spankings and way, way too old for bare bottom spankings. But the girl’s arguments had no effect on her Daddy. The girl thought that she was very noble and forgiving to still love Daddy bunches and bunches, even when he cruelly spanked her and made her cry.
When the girl had one of her bad days and bed time came around, Daddy would tell his girl that it was time for bed and to get ready for a spanking. Then the girl would once again consider whether her most reasonable argument about being too old for spankings and way, way too old for bare bottom spankings might succeed this time. The last time she had presented this most reasonable of arguments, Daddy had pulled her over his knee, raised her skirt, pulled down her skimpy little string bikini panties and spanked her until she agreed that she was not too old for bare bottom spankings. And then (can you believe this?) her mean old Daddy sent her to her room and gave her another spanking.
With this previous experience in mind, the girl just pouted and trudged off to her room, thinking about how unfair Daddy was. Why couldn’t her Daddy take the advice of those nice psychologists and give her a good talking to, rather than a good hard spanking?
Although she never, ever would have admitted it, when she knew she had been naughty it made her feel kinda sorta bad. After she had taken her spanking she would feel like a good girl again. She just wished there was some way to feel like a good girl again without having her bare bottom paddled over Daddy’s knee.
One warm summer day the girl was bored. Daddy was working, doing boring things on the computer, and none of her friends could come over and play. She did not feel like reading and Daddy was very strict about her television watching, so she could not watch TV. The girl was bored, bored, bored. So she thought that she would go walking in the in the woods. After walking for about ten minutes she came to a road near her house, which was cut into a wooded hill. She could sit at the top of the cut and look down on the cars as they went by below. At the bottom of the cut there was a “Beware Falling Rock” sign.
Watching the cars go by was OK for a while, but the girl was still bored, bored, bored. The girl looked down at the sign. Since the sign already said “Beware Falling Rock” it somehow seemed OK to throw dirt clods and old rotten pieces of sandstone down on the road. This was really fun. The dirt clods and soft stone expolded when they hit, scattering pieces all over the road. The girl did this for a while until her tummy started talking to her. Her tummy told her that it was time for lunch, which is what her Winnie-the-Pooh watch also said. So she went skipping home to have lunch with Daddy. When Daddy asked her how she had spent the morning she said that she had been walking in the woods, which was true, of course, but not the whole story. Girls who lied to their beloved Daddy’s deserved spankings. All Daddy really needed to know was “the big picture” she was sure.