*STORY TIME!* Hope everyone has had a great weekend! I've b..

*STORY TIME!* Hope everyone has had a great weekend! I've been told we are resuming my spankings to deal with my texting and driving slip-up this evening. Wish me luck! Also, please watch my last video if you haven't yet. :) I found an old photo of Daddy and I out on a date from a couple years ago and it brought back so many memories, so I thought I would share them with you! I have gotten a lot of positive feedback on my real spanking stories, which I so appreciate! I hope y'all enjoy, and be sure to scroll through the photos for a little clip! --- Daddy and I were having a casual date night one Fall evening. We saw a movie, grabbed some dinner, and stopped at a fun local bar at the end of the night. Neither of us drink much, but we do enjoy a cocktail every now and then! While we were sitting at the bar, we had a minor disagreement which wasn't a big deal. Do any two people really agree on everything? Of course not. But when we were walking home (the bar was only a few blocks from our building), I got really upset. I can't even remember exactly what it was that set me off because it wasn't important, but in the moment it really upset me. I stormed away from Daddy while we were walking. We lived in a relatively good part of town, but no girls should be walking alone at night of course. He ran after me and grabbed my arm to which I shook off and kept walking away. Where was I going exactly? I couldn't tell you. He finally caught up to me and tried to calm me down. I was upset, but obviously wasn't going to run away on my own. I reluctantly walked with him all the way to our building without saying a word. I got inside and took a shower, almost forgetting why I was even mad in the first place. I got out of the shower, put on a t-shirt to wear to bed, and stopped in my tracks when I opened the door. Daddy was sitting on the couch holding the bath brush. My stomach turned. "What are you doing?", I asked. "Sit down", he replied. We had a long discussion about our disagreement, we both apologized and everything was fine. But there was still my behavior to deal with. He lectured me about why it was not only disrespectful, but also unsafe to storm away from him on a busy street, how I should never walk alone at night, etc. I knew it came from a place of love, but I was annoyed and started to get a bit of an attitude. "I don't need a spanking for that! It's not like I do it all the time." "You're getting a spanking for this because your behavior was unacceptable." I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes a little before responding "Yes, Daddy." He did not appreciate my sass. He put me over his knee giving himself a full view of my already bare bottom (I was only wearing a t-shirt). I hadn't been spanked in a couple days at this point. Maybe that was why I acted the way I did? He began spanking me with his hand, and I cried out immediately. My bottom wasn't wet or anything, but it felt particularly raw at the time. I was also just feeling indignant about getting spanked. Something about the whole situation made me burst into tears right away. After about a minute my bottom was red hot and my face was wet. "Daddy I'm so sorry please!" "You're going to be sorry. You're not going to behave this way and get away with it." I pleaded with him and sobbed over his knee like a little girl, but he was not having any of it. He knew a spanking was the only thing that sets me straight when I behave this way. He spanked me with his hand for probably about ten minutes but it felt like a whole hour. The whole time I was just waiting for him to use the bath brush which made it feel SO much longer. He scolded me the entire time while I tried to hide my face in the couch. I would peak my face out to respond to him with "Yes, Sir", "I'm sorry, Daddy", or my least favorite of all, when he asks me what naughty girls like me get: "They get spanked, Daddy". Finally, the bath brush was used. He didn't use it for as long as I anticipated, but again it felt like forever. I squirmed, kicked, and cried while he blistered my poor bottom with that mean wooden brush. Once it was finally over, he put me down on my knees and made me look him in the eyes for one last "talking to". "Now what did you get?" "I got a spankin', Daddy." "And why did you get a spankin'?" "Because I acted like a disrespectful little brat, Daddy." "And what happens to disrespectful little brats in our house?" "They get their bare bottoms blistered over Daddy's knee." After giving me a kiss and holding me for a minute, Daddy stood me up and made me bend over in the middle of the room with my hands on a stool. He laid the bath brush on the small of my back and told me to wait there and think about my behavior. I was so embarrassed and humiliated to be on display while he just went about his business. I didn't dare move a muscle and patiently waited for him to send me to bed, which he finally did. He sent me to brush my teeth, which I did, looking at my red bottom in the mirror the entire time! I crawled into bed afterwards on my stomach, with my red, hot, and very bare bottom on full display. While I was falling asleep, I felt the bed sink in a bit and realized he had sat next to me. I felt his cool hands on my hot bottom a moment later while he rubbed my red cheeks. If there's a better way to fall asleep than with a sexy man rubbing your spanked bottom, I haven't found one! --- Hope you all enjoyed my story and the pictures! Lots more content coming your way soon! :)