Vacation Discipline

I'm up late, packing for a long weekend trip with my boyfriend, Aaron. We recently moved in together after a year of playing house, and he's become much stricter as my Daddy.

It's been addicting slipping up on our protocols, knowing I'll get pulled over Daddy's lap by my ear, wrist, or a fistful of hair. I'm usually obedient, but the proximity and strictness feeds into my restless, needy side. He was on the feedback loop with me, spoiling me with creative, sadistic scenes that reset me for a few days until another punishment was earned-- often from him setting a high bar, knowing how things would end.

I've been present, knowing this wouldn't last forever, and it's clearly reaching that point. Last time I broke one of our rules was different. He didn't touch me, but nodded towards to corner and ordered me to put my nose against the wall. After a long ten minutes, I was bent over the arm of his couch and spanked with a ruler up and down my legs and ass, then unceremoniously led back to the corner for another five. Even with sex and aftercare, I felt less close to him than I did after a thorough, thuddy spanking over his knee.

We're kneeling on the floor together with our lists and clean laundry. I'm folding shirts, struggling to keep my eyes open when I notice the thick, hairbrush-sized paddle in his suitcase.

"Daddy, do you need to bring the paddle? It's a short trip" I ask, pouting a little bit.

"I want to take care of you, baby. You haven't been behaving." he kisses my forehead and continues folding his clothes.

I lean into him, eyes closing. He smells sweet-- sweat and base notes from the oud cologne I found for him. All mine.

Moving from his broad shoulders feels impossible. I can't find the energy to pack four days of clothes, and I'm not sure my packing list is complete, since I waited so long to even write it.

"Daddy... I'm going to bed. I'm so sleepy"

"Okay baby. Just make sure to wake up early enough to finish packing. We need to leave by 6AM for our flight."

"I know, Daddy. I'll set an alarm... come cuddle me to sleep?"

"Once I'm done packing, love"

I kiss him and get ready for bed. By the time he's in bed with me, I'm almost completely asleep, and the one arm he wraps around me slows my heart rate enough that I get there.

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It's 5:15AM, and I've finally gotten myself we out of bed from my 4:50 alarm. Aaron is in deep sleep, in spite of multiple alarms going off as I lay in bed.

In a panicked state, I open my suitcase and start throwing clothes in.

Aaron wakes up and gets ready. He takes his time shaving his face and eating breakfast. I'm still fitting things into my suitcase.

We make it to the airport a little more than an hour before our flight, and it's impossible to relax until we're at the gate. We're lucky, and make it with time to spare.

While waiting to board, there are several empty seats around us. We're not the only people who planned imperfectly, I reassure myself, still too nervous to acknowledge the situation with my Daddy, or to even think of a distraction. He pulls me in and whispers, "Lily, baby. You're in trouble".

I'm blushing and look at him with big, pleading eyes. I'm too embarrassed to say anything back. He kisses my cheek.

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We're finally at the hotel. Knowing we had dinner reservations, I got in the shower, planning to get dressed up afterwards.

When I got out of the shower, Daddy was sitting at the edge of the bed. He looks at me with hard eyes.

"Come sit next to me."

I start walking over, and as I get closer, I notice the paddle on the side of him closer to the headboard. I wince and sit on the other side, holding my head down. He lifts my chin up.

"Look at me, baby. Do you know what I want to talk to you about?"

"Yes..." comes out of me softly. I'm tired from travel and a little dizzy from the hot shower, but know better than to try getting out of a spanking.

"We almost missed our flight. I cancelled our reservations, we'll see if there are still tables after your punishment is taken care of."

"I'm sorry..." I wish I could cry. He's still holding my face up to his, forcing eye contact.

"You will be. Get over my knee."

I climb onto his lap. He doesn't help me or give my back any sweet touches, the way I like. After I'm in position and still for a few seconds, his hands come under my hips and roughly adjust me. He presses down on my waist with one hand, pushing my ass higher up, and rests his other hand on my upper thigh. The small paddle is staring me in the face.

"Tell me why you're getting spanked."

"I almost made us late. I slept in and didn't pack last night like I promised."

"Correct." The first slap lands hard. I'm quiet, squirming a little. "What else, baby?"

"Our tickets were expensive."

He spanks hard, over and over again. He usually warms me up more, so I can stay still while taking pain, the way he wants. It's impossible when he's laying into me like this.

His grip tightens on my waist. "You're being punished. Stop struggling." I find my body still again, taking what feels like a minute of heavy, slower impact.

His spanking turn into grabbing, playing with my sore ass and thighs. I melt into being his silly object. If someone walked in, I would appear to be a spoiled ragdoll, but it's truly about him being a sadistic freak. He knows the mix of inner thigh pinches that make me squeal and firm, teasing touches are jarring.

I open my eyes, instantly reminded of the paddle in front of me... then feel his fingers on my pussy. I press up against him, begging for my body to get filled up.

He pulls his hand away. "I think that's enough hand spanking for you. Do you need a paddling?"

"Mmm" I whine, burying my face deeper into the mattress, grabbing the hotel sheets. "Yes"

"Yes, what? Ask nicely."

"Daddy, please paddle me for misbehaving."

"Good girl. Go get the paddle."

I give Daddy one last pleading look as I awkwardly twist and hand him the paddle, still over his lap. We lock eyes, and he smiles warmly as I'm stuck holding it, until he decides to take it from me. His attention shifts to my red ass, looking serious as he rests the cold paddle on me with one hand and stroking my hair with the other. He pushes my head back into the bed.

The paddle taps on my inner thighs. "Legs apart, baby. You're getting fifteen". I do as I'm told.

The first hit lands right where my thighs meet my ass. I scream and feel myself getting wet. He holds me tighter and gets the other side.

He makes sure to lay the small, heavy paddle into all of the ass and thigh I've made available to him. He spanks my inner thighs mercilessly, just as hard as everywhere else. By the fifteenth hit, I'm reduced to tears, fully surrendered to him.

"That's a good baby.... your punishment is over" Daddy whispers, stroking my hair.

"Thank you, Daddy..."