I hope it will NEVER happen to me!!!
This story is based on one of my dreams so it is not a real story. I hope it will not happen to any family. If now you are happy, I think you’d better not read it further because it probably will ruin your good moond. In the other hand, if you want to cry, then keep reading. Hope you enjoy it!
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When I was very young, my mommy left me and my daddy. I did not know where she went but I knew every time, I mentioned mommy in front of daddy, he would get cranky and sad at the same time. Therefore, I did not ask daddy about mommy too much and daddy did not talk to me about mommy at all. Since I am the only child in my home, my daddy loves me very much. Those who know my family always think my daddy spoils me. However, they do not know that my daddy also punishes me when I misbehave. When I was a little girl, daddy would give me corner time and then a light spanking for my misbehavior. Nevertheless, as I grow up, daddy’s punishment is also becoming harder and more severe.
In fact, I never hate my daddy after he spanked me. I knew that I did something wrong and deserved a hard lesson from him. Meanwhile, I did not feel that my daddy did not love me any more since he always hugged, kissed me, told me that he forgave me and still loved me. My daddy was not like some EVIL daddies who left their kids cry very hard and did not comfort them. My daddy is very nice and fair to me. I love him so much.
Everyday after school, my daddy would come to my school and pick me up. All my friends in school envied me of my nice and fair daddy. They always complained how long they had been grounded at home and their parents did not understand them. They knew my daddy sometimes spanked me but after spanking, I was forgiven and could do anything that I want again. While I was getting older and older, my daddy was becoming busier and busier with his job. Sometimes he had to work late and could not pick me up right after school. My daddy felt sorry for not being able to care me as much as he did before and he mentioned he was going to find a new mommy for me once. A few days later, daddy brought a very beautiful and young woman to my home and told me to call her auntie. I shyly called her “aunt” and she smiled at me. Daddy told me that aunt would take care of me when he was busy and he told me to listen to auntie. Since aunt was very young and she looks nice and beautiful, we became friends soon. My daddy was happy about it and he could focus on his work. However, one day, daddy and auntie came home and daddy happily told me that from now on, I should call “auntie” mommy. I did not understand why but I still listened to daddy and called her mommy.
“Daddy, why shall I call her mommy?” I asked daddy one night when he told me a bedtime story. Daddy smiled at me and asked me if I love her or not. I nodded and said “but…… I only have one mommy and …” Before I finished my sentence, daddy stared at me angrily for a few minutes and left. I knew I should not have mentioned mommy but I really did not want to call that woman mommy and I did not dare to tell daddy that. In order not to call her mommy, I always avoid talking to her or sometimes even called her “hi!” She was still very nice to me. Daddy had warned me many times to call her “mommy” instead of “hi” or “auntie” or other names. He even threatened me with spanking if I kept being rude to “mommy.” I knew daddy was serious about it and I was scared so when daddy was home, I tired to be “nice” to her and called her “mommy.”
Since my daddy had her, he did not care me as much as he did before. After he got home from work, he would go kiss her and spend time with her. He did not care about me any more. Usually, daddy would check my homework at night but he did not do it any more instead he watched TV with her. At weekends, daddy would go out with me but now he only went shopping with her. It seems that I had a new “mommy” but I lost my daddy. The only good thing for me after I had this mommy is my daddy did not spank me when I misbehaved. Daddy was too busy to spank me and sometimes when he was trying to spank me, “mommy” would come and protect me so he could not spank me. In order to have daddy’s attention, I did bad things at school on purpose and did not study or do homework at all. My teacher wanted to talk to my parents about my misbehavior and bad grades. I knew daddy would spank me if he knew I was naughty at school so I told “mommy” to go to school and talk to my teacher. She went to school to talk to my teacher. After we got home, I warned her not to talk my daddy what my teacher said in school. She looked at me and said “OK, I will not tell daddy this time but you have to be good and study harder from now on.” I did not thank her and went back to my room. At night, daddy suddenly asked me about my school and wanted to check my homework. I told him I had finished homework and I was too lazy to go to my room and get them. Daddy looked furious and grabbed my arm and gave me a firm smack on my butt. I yelled “OUCH!” “GO GET YOUR HOMEWORK NOW!!!” daddy demanded. I had no choice but did as I was told. When I came back to living room, I saw “mommy” was whispering something to daddy. From the look on daddy’s face, I guessed she was telling daddy my misbehavior and bad grades at school. I was scared, slowly walked to my daddy and handed daddy my homework. Daddy glanced at my homework and report care and threw them away, patted his lap and instructed me to over his knee. “Daddy……” I was trying to insist and walked back. “NOW, OVER MY KNEE!!” shouted daddy. I marched toward daddy and over daddy’s lap. At first, daddy gave me 5 swats to warn me keep still and then he started scolding me. I was right that she had told daddy what my teacher said. I was sobbing while listening to daddy’s lecture. I felt shameful and bad and apologized to daddy for what I did and promised I would be good. When daddy was checking my homework, I felt his breath was getting quicker and quicker. I knew daddy was very mad at me now. Soon daddy began spanking me. Maybe because daddy did not spank me for a long time or maybe daddy was very angry, I felt daddy spanked me extremely hard this time. In a few minutes, I started kicking, crying, yelling and begging. Mommy stood there and watched daddy spanking me. When daddy’s hand was on my waistband, I knew it was time for panties come down. I begged daddy not tug down my panties but he did it anyway. Until my butt was very red, mommy walked to us and tried to persuade daddy to stop spanking. Daddy gave me a few more swats and let me up. Once I stood up, I rubbed my sore bummy immediately. Daddy stood up and scolded me again. I trembled still with fear. After daddy finished, he sent me back to room without hugging or anything. I went back to my room and pull myself on the bed, crying hard. The next morning, daddy told me I had to go home right after school, I had to do homework, and I could not watch TV or play computers until my grades were much better. I nodded and said “OK.”
After that spanking, I behaved for a few weeks. Still, I remembered what she did to me. She broke her promise and did not help me when daddy spanked me. I hated her and I wanted to revenge. Yet, when daddy was home, I could not do anything but pretend to be nice to her. In fact, when daddy was at work, she and me argued and fought all the time. After daddy got home, she would tell daddy what I did to her. Sometimes I even did not talk to her, but she made up stories to my daddy. My daddy trusted her very much and every time daddy would come to my room, spanking or lecturing me after her complaining about me. For small mistake, daddy would only hand spanked me, but for big mistakes, daddy punished me very severely with paddle, hairbrush, strap, wooden spoon, the wild thing, and even big butt plug which daddy used when I was extra naughty.
Now daddy cared me very much but his care was so weird. The only thing he cared was if I was rude to “mommy” or not. I had got used to being spanked since daddy spanked me very often. So as to make me behave, daddy threatened me with implement sometimes. I hate people threatening me and I started being scared of daddy. I did not dare to talk at home and stay at my own room day and night. When daddy or she talked me, my answer is either YES or NO because I was afraid I would say anything wrong that made them angry or get myself in trouble. Thus, I had better not to talk them. I did not like my home any more and felt it was not home.
