Jeremy and Candy

Candy’s Painful Weekend at Home with Daddy 
At school, Candy was spanked by the Headmistress. At home it was her stern, demanding Daddy (Candy never knew her Mother, who died when her daughter was an infant). Candy’s Daddy likes to dress her in soft materials and skirts  that are too short when she sits down. He makes her spend a lot of time bent over things with her skirt up and her panties showing. Over the dining room table like that, while he sorts through his mail  (which always seemed to take forever). Over the end of the couch, when he said “wiggle” and when she didn’t comply immediately (her face grew very hot and red at what she thoughthe meant), he said, in a very stern and Do Not Disobey Me voice, “You Know What I Mean,” so Candy started to rub her clit against the edge of the couch. Which she thought was fine, what he wanted, until she felt a VERY hard slap across her bottom and heard, “Panties down” and felt her panties yank down off her ass. Then her face really burned, and so did her ass, twenty or thirty hard slaps with her Daddy telling her to “Get your ass in the air,” so it wasn’t until after he stopped that she started to rub her clit against the edge of the couch again, miserably, crying hard. When she heard, “Spread your legs, young lady,” she obeyed, blindly, humiliated. Candy always knew when she was going to “get it. ”   Daddy doesn’t say much before he paddles– just  takes a wooden spoon from the pantry, drags her to a barstool, turns Candy over his knee, and starts spanking her hard. Right away the spoon makes Candy bleat and bawl over his knee, crying her hardest. “Go sit in the corner,”  Daddy says, and Candy goes, in tears, for this hated punishment, which always stung so bad when you sat down. She sits — when she doesn’t raise herself off the stool with her hands for a few brief seconds — and faces the corner, and sobs. She’d been rubbing over Daddy’s knee but not with relief, and her clit is bathed in that slimy cream between her legs which makes her squirm and squirm — and her ass is stinging, stinging! She eats dinner with her Daddy, without much appetite. She wants him to send her to bed, but he doesn’t. He tells her to “sit on the couch and be quiet,” which she tries to do. Her skirt slides up and she can’t stop it, and she knows she is showing her panties because she is warned three humiliating times before her Daddy tells her to “Come Here,” and she goes back over his knee bare assed for a hard spanking, his hand slapping her ass over and over, long after she is in tears. She wiggles over his knee miserably, not able to help it…! she can’t help it…! and she feels her pussy get creamy and wet again. “You. SMACK Little. SLAP Slut.” 

“Spread your legs, dammit!”   

“You. SLAP Little. SLAP Slut.” SPANK  

“You SPANK Little SLAP Slut ” SPANK S 

“You. SMACK Little. SMACK  Slut.” SLAP

 Candy squirms and cries. She has been trying not to think about Jeremy, but now she wants him, and his endlessly stiff boner, Right Up There. She squeals and grunts like a piglet across her Daddy’s knee, rubbing rubbing rubbing and then “unnnnnnnnnnnngg unnnggggggh” and she doesn’t see the smile on her Daddy’s face because he does send her to bed after that. In the morning she has to bend over the table and pull up her nightie — a long white cotton thing with a ruffle on the bottom her Daddy likes her to wear. He likes the tiny white lacy g-string panties that match it — they go up her ass and are very uncomfortable, but he sets down his coffee cup on her back — right where her white nightgown is bunched up, and Candy doesn’t dare move and spill it. She can only relax and shift when he picks up the cup to drink. Then she feels a sharp slap on her ass — “Get dressed, we’re going shopping.” 

” What color, Daddy? ” she remembers to ask, and he says “Blue,” so she goes to put on a blue dress. It comes to her knees and flares a little. She remembers the panties that go with this dress; they’re silky and blue too, with little-girl ruffles on the edges. She comes to stand in front of him. He turns to her, impatiently, and reaches up her dress to yank her panties down to her knees. She knows a lecture is about to follow and she waits, face pinkening. 

“We are not shopping for you today,”  her father says. 

“You’re going to come along, and you’re going to be a good little girl, is that understood? Or you’re going to have some long time outs with your panties down, is THAT understood?” 

 Candy  nods and says “yes” in a small voice. 

“Do you need a reminder?” 

 “No Daddy I’ll be a good girl. ” 

“You need a reminder.” 

 Another spanking before they go, and what’s worse, he tells her she’s in panties down time out all day, which makes Candy cry very hard. That means she can’t pull her panties up, that they will be down off her ass when they are walking, and mid-thigh under her dress while she is standing waiting for her Daddy. It is humiliating even if people don’t know, the salesmen who help her Daddy while she is standing and squirming with her panties at half mast under her dress — if anybody yanked up her dress they’d see her panties down and her bare pussy. Even in the restaurant, which was the worst of all. He told her to pull her dress up so she was sitting bare-assed on the seat. She is very quiet, like he likes her to be, but he is insisting like he does on her answering him in French, and Candy is too worried about getting things wrong so she tries not to speak at all. He is very impatient with mistakes. By the time they get back home, Candy doesn’t think she can stand to get another spanking, but she gets one, until she is squealing like a piglet again. And then sent to bed. Sunday, Daddy is preoccupied and taking no notice of her. She stays in her room and takes her ruby ring out of its hiding place and holds it in her hand. It’s so beautiful, especially in the light. Jeremy….! her lips tremble just at the thought of his name, and she cries and cries in her pillow. She is ready when her Daddy tells her to be, washed up and hair brushed and tied back with a ribbon. When they get in the car, he takes her wrist and slides a bracelet over her hand. It’s a beautiful and rich gold chain made of intricate gold leaves, a very lovely gift, and Candy tries to show the appropriate gratitude, because it is very beautiful and it always chokes her up that he is always so nice right before he drops her off. But even so, she feels so dead and closed off inside. She won’t let herself think about Jeremy, though, because it makes her want to curl up and cry so hard, and she saw the way her Daddy was looking at her. He knew something was wrong. He takes her back to the heads’ office with him when he drops her off, so she is standing right there with him when he says “Détestes-toi cette école ma petite?” (do you hate this school, Little One?) which takes her by surprise. And then, “Veux-tu aller avec moi en Suisse?” (do you want to go with me to Switzerland?) which definitely gets the head ‘s attention, and the two of them launch into some rapid-fire exchange in French that she can’t follow. Her Daddy looks at her with some impatience. 

“You don’t know what we’re saying” he says to her in English, and she nods, agreeing. He makes a gesture that means “Bend Over” at home, and red faced, Candy bends over the desk in front of her. Skirt up, panties down, and seven VERY hard slaps on her ass. “PAY ATTENTION” in French, her Daddy says. She pulls up her panties, crying.  

“Yes Daddy.” And then she goes back to her dorm. It never occurs to her to check the hiding place. Whenever she goes home with her Daddy, someone lets the stable grooms know and someone will take care of her horse — she doesn’t even think about Daisy. She spends a miserable Sunday night hugging her knees and looking at the ruby ring and trying it on her finger. She’s not sure she is supposed to put it back on like before? And, worse — ! — is Jeremy going to ask for it back? Jeremy………..! Candy just wants to be alone but some girl she barely knows comes in and demands an accounting of her father’s gifts, and she is clearly pissed off that Candy has returned without something to share with the other girls. I don’t know, he just didn’t this time, she says to the girl, who turns and leaves in a huff. Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy. Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy. Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy. Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy. Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy.   She cries all night.