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Naughty Little Girl
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"Princess, dinners ready" I called. She turned her head slightly in my direction, but her
eyes never left the screen. She was watching a cartoon on the Disney channel, and did
not want to interrupted.
"I said dinners ready, Stephie". Her eyes flicked to me for a
second, then back to the screen, she was still pretending that she couldn't her me.
"Stephanie Alice Johnson, you march yourself to the table right now missy".
"Otay daddy" she got up off the floor, switched off the TV and skipped over to the dinner table.
"Why didn't you come over to the table when I asked?"
"I didn't hear you the first time, Daddy"
"What do you mean, the first time?" I asked her. Her eyes widened in fear, she knew she
"I'm sorry daddy"
"I know you are, Princess," I said, giving her a wink. She did not like that at all. Perhaps it
was my being so calm, and not instantly punishing her as I normally would. I told her to sit
on the floor, and then I left the room.
I came back a few minutes later, carrying an adult size high chair. Before I came into her
line of sight, I told my baby girl to close her eyes. I took the high chair into the room and
put it at the table. I then lifted Stephanie off the floor and put her in the highchair. I saw her
eyes begin to part, as she tried to see what I was doing.
"No peeking," I said, as I playfully swatted her thigh. I strapped her ankles to the legs of
the chair, and put the feeding tray over her arms. The high chair had a bar going from the
feeding tray down to the base of the chair between her legs, to stop my mischievous little
girl from sliding out under the feeding tray. Once she was securely strapped in, I told her to
open her eyes. She opened them and looked down at herself, relized what had happened,
and beamed happily at me. She began to squirm, testing the limits of the restraints. I could
tell she was enjoying herself.
"Now, you stay there while I get our dinner". I left her, still squirming around in her chair. I
brought back my own meal, and placed it in front of my seat. Stephanie looked at me with
a puzzled look on her face.
"Where's mine Daddy?"
"Yours is coming Princess", I went back into the kitchen, picked up Stephanie's plate of
food, and tipped it into the blender. I reached for the switch, paused, and the tipped in her
glass of milk. I then turned on the blender.
"What's that noise Daddy?" I heard from the other room.
"Nothing Princess", I called back. When the food was a smooth consistency, I poured it
into a bright pink plastic bowl. I took a spoon and tasted it, and cringed. It was disgusting. I
took it into the dining room and put it in front of my baby.
"There you are Princess", she looked at it uncertainly. She glanced at my plate, then back
at her own, and frowned. She knew that the contents of my plate would be the same as
the contents of the mush in front of her. She thought it wouldn't be so bad, but then she
spotted my glass of milk. She thought for a second and realized what I had done. She
cringed, just as I had done. I loaded up an oversized tablespoon with the mush comprised
of roast lamb, peas, potato, carrot, pumpkin and a glass of milk. As her hands were stuck
underneath the feeding tray, she could not stop me as I forced the mush into her mouth.
As soon as it hit her tongue, she gagged and spat the food all over the pace, mostly down
her own front.
"Ewwy, I don't like that, Daddy" she whined.
"Princess, I worked very hard to make this meal for you, so you're going to eat it or go
"Fine!" she shouted, "I'll go hungry!"
"Oh no you won't, no little girl under my care is going to starve"
"Then why did you give me a choice? That's not fair! I don't..." she never finished that
sentence, because at that moment, I shoved another spoonful of the disgusting mush into
her mouth. Again she spluttered, and the mush went everywhere. I tried to push another
spoonful of the mush into her mouth again, but it was clamped shut. She would not be
fooled into opening it again. I tried again, but all that did was smear the food all over her
"What a messy baby" I said, as I tickled her sides. She did not giggle, and she most
certainly did not open her mouth. I tried her comes the choo choo train, and every other
thing I could think of. I even tried pinching her nose, which did make her open her mouth
to breathe, but her teeth stayed clamped shut. I was starting to get frustrated, but I didn't
"OK sweetie, I'll make you a deal. I'll only let you down off your high chair once you've
finished all of that", I said as I slid the feeding tray out to let free one of her arms. I then
tied her left arm to the chair, as a precaution.
"There, you can feed yourself, at your own
pace". She simply looked at me, then without warning, she lunged at my plate, trying to get
some of my food, but I was too quick for her, and I slapped her hand away. She recoiled,
and her eyes began to well up with tears.
"Well, you obviously can't be trusted, but I suppose I can give you one more chance, and if
you know what's good for you, you will eat all of that" I said. I then walked around behind
her, and picked her up, chair and all, and carried her over to the corner, placing the chair
facing into the corner. She started to quietly sob.
"Now Princess, I'm going to finish my dinner, and I better not hear a peep from you, until
you've finished eating". I walked back over to the dining table and sat with my back to the
corner, and started to eat. I was almost finished when I heard a crash behind me. I turned
to see the feeding tray on the ground, and the upturned bowl of mush on the floor.
Stephanie was in the process of freeing herself. She had already untied her arm, and was
in the process of untying one of her legs. I stood can slowly walked over to her. When I got
to her a grabbed a handful of her hair, untied both her legs and forced her to the ground. I
then shoved her face into what remained of her food, which was now all over the floor.
" I gave you more chances than you deserved tonight, and now you're going to be
punished, but first, you need to finish your dinner". With her hair still in my clenched fist, I
forced her face to the ground, and shoved it in the mush.
"Lick it all up". She did as she was told, and started to lick the mush off the floor, all the
while gagging and sobbing. It took half an hour before I was satisfied that she'd had
enough. She was exhausted and crying as I dragged her over to the couch, sat down, and
pulled her over my lap. I pulled down her Pull-Up, "How ironic", I said to myself. I then
began to rub her bare bottom, her crying began to ease. Then, without warning, I lifted my
hand, and brought it down as hard as I could on her poor defenseless bottom. She
screamed in agony, and I continued to smack her as hard as I could. She had been very
disobedient tonight, and she needed to be taught a lesson. She was still screaming and
squirming by the fifth smack. By the tenth, she was swearing, and cursing my name. By
the twentieth slap, she was struggling less, but choking in air, in between sobs. The
spanking continued for a full ten minutes, by which time she was hanging lifeless over my
knees, with her hands and feet dangling on the carpet. I finished and rolled her off my
knees, where she hit the ground and curled up into the fetal position, with her thumb in her
mouth. I grabbed her jaw, and forced her face towards my own.
"What do you say?" I asked her. I barley heard her mumbled response. I smacked her bum
again, and she screamed out
"Thank you Daddy!"
"Good girl". I gave her two minutes to recover, which I knew was not nearly enough. Then I
said, "that's the disobedience dealt with, now I think its time to do something about that
potty mouth". I was referring to her cursing during her spanking, but she knew that. I made
her crawl in front of me to the bathroom. I followed her, admiring her bright red, still naked
When we got to the bathroom, I grabbed the bar of soap, and forced it into her mouth, and
began to wash away the dirty words. She barley even struggled, as she was so exhausted
from the spanking. When we were finished in the bathroom, I made her crawl in front of me
to the bedroom. She was coughing and gagging the whole way. When we got to the
bedroom, I told her to go and kneel in the corner, and to keep her back strait. I knew she
couldn't hold that position for long, especially after all she'd been through tonight. When I
had gathered all the things I needed, walked up behind my Princess and blindfolded her. I
then grabbed her ear and dragged her to the foot of the bed, where I had a changing mat,
and a unfolded disposable diaper waiting for her. I laid her down on the waiting diaper,
which made her wince in pain, because of her sore red bottom.
"Now sweetie, I'm not going to give you any cream for that sore bottom of yours, nor am I
going to powder you. That way when you wake up with a nice wet diaper tomorrow, you
might have a nasty wittle diapy wash", I said in a mock baby voice.
"No Daddy, pweese, I be good giwl".
"It's a bit late for that", I replied. While she was busy thinking of something else to say to
change my mind, I picked up a rather large vibrating butt plug from the ground beside the
changing mat, and began to rub lubricant on it. I then lifted her legs, and without warning,
slid the butt plug into her tight little ass. She screamed out in pain, at the invasion.
"Shh sweetie, it's not that bad", I said as I turned the butt plug on, and watched her squirm.
I then lowered her legs, and brought the dry diaper up between her legs, and taped the
sides together snugly.
"Oh no sweetie, this diaper has a big hole in it", I said as I poked her wet vagina through
the rip in bottom of the diaper. I smiled to myself, she was getting horny because of this.
"What should we do about the hole in this diaper, I wonder?" Even though I was playing
dumb, I had always known the diaper had a hole in it, after all, I had cut it myself.
"Well I guess you'll just need another diaper to cover this one", I said, as I pulled another
disposable diaper over the first. When that was securely in place, I said
"Oh no, this diaper has a hole in it as well". I pulled yet another diaper over the first two. I repeated this process twice more, until my baby Stephie, had five very thick disposable diapers on. I then proceeded to put her hands into leather bondage mittens, which I then locked behind her back. She started to protest while this was happening, so I picked up a ball gag and put it in her mouth, and tied it around the back of her head. I then put on the ankle cuff and tried to lock them together, which was a major struggle because of the thickness of the diapers. I did eventually lock the ankle cuffs together, and my little girl was bound for the night.
"OK Princess, bedtime", I said as I picked her up off the floor. I heard her muffled cries of
protest, most probably because of the early hour I was putting her to sleep.
I did not tie her to the bed as she was already gagged, blindfolded and bound. So I just
laid her down and tucked in the sheets very tightly around her. I then leaned down and
gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Goodnight Princess, sweet dreams", I whispered, as I stroked her hair. All I got in return
was a muffled response. She was undoubtedly very , very uncomfortable, but also very,
She was asleep before I had even made it back to the dining room, to clean up my
naughty babies mess.
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