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Annie had screwed up. Again. She was so angry and disappointed at herself as she made the slow walk home from school. It was just two weeks since her father had pulled down her pajamas and given her a thorough spanking over her panties for pushing a girl at school. Initially she had been on her best behavior, but this past week, the other girl at school had been getting on her nerves more and more until finally she just snapped at recess today. She lost her temper and gave the girl a light shove. It was not enough to hurt the girl (other than her feelings), but it was enough for the recess teacher to see and report Annie, for the second time, to the principal. And now, for the second time, the principal had called her father at home. And now, for the second time in two weeks, Annie had to go home and face the music.
A gentle breeze blew through Annie's red hair as her mind dwelled on the promise her father had made to her two weeks ago. She remembered his words vividly as he had pointed to her cotton panties and said that if she pushed another girl again that he would be pulling down those same panties to give her a bare bottom spanking. Her freckled cheeks blushed as she remembered this.
Annie had always been shy and modest, so the idea of her father seeing her panties again was already humiliating enough. Now she had to face the reality that not only would her father be seeing her panties, but that he would be pulling them down and seeing her...well... she gasped a little as her mind drifted to this impending reality. Annie was no stranger to getting bare bottom spankings from her parents, but ever since she had entered middle school, the prospect of having her panties lowered became even more humiliating and unbearable.
Annie was wearing a pleated orange skirt that fell just above her knees. She wore a white sweater on top and her favorite pair of white sneakers with pink socks that went up to just below her knees. Even though she was 12 now, she still looked every bit the cute little girl. When she got out of the shower this morning, she had selected a pair of white cotton panties with red and pink polka dots on them. She loved looking at herself in the mirror while wearing them, liking the way that they fit snugly around her pert athletic bottom. Not that they would be staying snug around her bottom...she thought dourly as she opened the door to her house.
Her mother Julie was chopping vegetables for dinner in the kitchen when she walked in. She tried to avoid making eye contact with her mother, but Julie said curtly, "Honestly Annie, I just don't know what has gotten into you lately." Annie, still with her head hung low, managed to say, "I know mommy. I'm sorry. Things just got out of hand."
Julie just said "Well. As you know, there are consequences for that kind of behavior in this house. Please take off your shoes and then go right up to your room. Use the bathroom if you need to. Your father will be up shortly to have a talk with you.", Julie said firmly. Annie sighed and said, "Yes mommy." As Annie slowly plodded up the carpeted stairs to her bedroom, she felt like a prisoner marching to her own execution. Her bottom was already tingling in nervous anticipation as she knew that this "talk" would be a one way conversation between her father's hand and her bare bottom.
She slowly opened the door to her bedroom and looked right at her bed. Her eyes widened and her breath quickened as she saw what had been placed right in the middle of the bedspread. Her teddy bear. The very same worn teddy bear that her parents had been giving to comfort her during her spankings since she was a little girl. The very same teddy bear that was clutched in her hands just two short weeks ago as she received a spanking on her panties for the same infraction. And now it would be the same teddy bear that would be with her as her panties were lowered for a bare bottom spanking.
Annie sighed wistfully as she made her way across the striped rug to her bed and sat down. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be spanked today, but seeing the bear somehow made it more real in her mind. There was no turning back now. As she sat on the blue bedspread, dappled afternoon light filtered through the curtains and landed on her knees. Annie reflected on what a beautiful day it was...despite the gathering storm. She picked up the teddy bear and placed it in her lap, trying to draw as much comfort from her old friend as she possibly could.
It was at this moment that she heard her father's footsteps on the stairs. A pit in her stomach began to form as her father approached the stop of the stairs before pausing and opening the door. He was wearing a blue and brown flannel shirt tucked into his well worn brown khaki pants. He was an imposing man, but also had a certain gentleness about him. He was almost never outwardly angry and projected a sense of kindness... even when he needed to spank his precious little girl.
"Oh Annie...", he said sadly as he made his slowly over to the bed. "I really wish we weren't here today, don't you?", he asked rhetorically. As he sat down on the bed next to his daughter, Annie replied meekly, "Yes daddy." He gently placed a large hand on one of her knobby knees and said, "What's done is done. Now we just have to face the consequences, right?" Annie just nodded as a tear rolled down her freckled cheek. "No point in delaying the inevitable I suppose." As he said this, he motioned for Annie to stand up.
As Annie took her place in front of her father, he looked her in the eyes and said, "Now sweetie, I think we have a little bit of preparation to do before your spanking, don't we?" Annie could feel the blush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks as she knew exactly what he was referring to. The butterflies in Annie's stomach were in full force as she watched her daddy's large hands slowly reach out and grab the hem of her orange pleated skirt.
As the skirt was slowly lifted upwards, Annie's polka dot panties began to peek out and then were fully revealed as the hem of her skirt was brought up to her chest. "Go ahead and hold that there for me sweetie," said her father gently as he took her small hand in his and guided it up to the hem of the skirt. Being made to "help" her father in her own undressing only added to her sense of humiliation. Annie let out a small whimper as she looked down at the scene unfolding below her.
The purple waistband of her cotton polka dot panties was sitting just below the soft skin of her belly button. Time seemed to slow down as she watched her father's fingers reach out again and slip into the waistband of her panties. She started mewing quietly in protest and shaking her head back and forth as her father very slowly peeled her panties off her lower belly in front as they strained to clear her perky "bubble-butt" in the back.
When her panties finally came to rest around her knees, they were just a few inches away from the tops of her pink socks. Annie knew that her "preparation" was now complete. Her father, just as he had done last time, took the time to lecture her one more time now that his daughter's mind was focused with her underwear at half mast.
"Tell me why you're getting spanked today honey," he said softly but clearly. "B-because I was naughty and pushed a girl at school," Annie said, choking a bit on her words due to her embarrassment at being displayed fully bare from her belly button to her knees. "That's right honey," he father affirmed. "Now tell me why you're getting spanked today with your panties pulled down this time?" Annie, now blushing head to toe and with tears dripping off of her freckled face struggled to meet her daddy's eye and said, "Because this was the second time it happened. Oh...daddy...I'm so sorry. I promise it won't happen again," she said through tears and sniffles.
"I know it won't sweetie. Because you are about to get a spanking you will never forget," he said firmly as he guided her around to his right side. "Over you go now," he said as he patted her pristine bottom. Annie was now stretched out on the bedspread with her teddy bear clutched in front of her and long coltish legs stretched out behind. Her toes were twitching in nervous anticipation. She could feel the cool breeze on her perky bare bottom as her father wasted no time raising his large hand into the air.
The spanks started to fall hard and fast as his large paddle like hand seared into her bare bottom over and over again. Annie was now drumming her legs into the bed and her knees parted slightly with each smack, restrained only by the panties wrapped tightly around them. As the spanking continued, Annie could tell right away that this one was going to be much more severe than the last one. Her milky cheeks quickly turned pink and then red under her father's searing palm.
Tears were now pouring down her face and into the bedspread as she cried out in pain. Her nose became congested from the crying and began to run down her flushed face. Her red pony tail whipped back and forth with each smack.
As he continued to give his daughter the thorough spanking he felt she deserved, Annie's father couldn't help but feel sorry for his little girl as her plaintive cries became louder and more pitiful. As his hand descended over and over on her angry red bottom, Annie was now bucking her hips with each spank in an attempt to escape the intense pain. Finally, after what had to have been about 100 spanks, Annie's father finally decided that she had learned her lesson.
After one final spank in the middle of her fully cooked cheeks, he rested his hand on her bottom and let her sobs and hiccups slow as she laid limply over his lap. Annie cried it out for a few more minutes, thankful that this punishment was finally over. Her ginger bangs were matted to her forehead and her nose was still running as she was slowly helped off her daddy's knee. She had to be steadied by her father as her legs were still a little wobbly and ensconsced in her tangled panties.
Her father wrapped her in a large hug and said, "I love you very much Annie. I hope you know that. I'm sorry I had to spank you today, but I do it so that you will grow up into a strong young woman." Annie hugged her father tightly, pressing her tear streaked face into his flannel shirt and saying, "I know daddy. I love you too. I'm sorry I was naughty."
As the sun began to set in their tree lined neighborhood, Annie's father led his contrite and well spanked daughter to the corner. "Keep that skirt held up sweetie. Your mother and I will come up to get you when dinner is ready." With the hem of her skirt held up in one hand and the worn teddy bear in the other, Annie faced the wall, vowing never to earn another spanking like that if she could possibly avoid it.