Hey everyone! I'm going to be doing a little "story behind t..

Hey everyone! I'm going to be doing a little "story behind the photo" series in which I'll post a picture (old or new) with the story behind it. Real spanking stories won one of the last polls I posted so I want to give you all more of that! Some of you may have seen this photo, but I promise you don't know the story behind it. Ok, here it goes. It was winter time, and I had been staying over at Daddy's place for a few days. His roommates were home, so I was sure to be on my best behavior. I hadn't been spanked for a couple days at this point so I was feeling a little feisty. One night when we were all hanging out, I was a little rude and short with Daddy. Not blatantly disrespectful or anything, but enough for him to shoot me a look that only I caught. My stomach turned immediately. Without a sore bottom, I found myself acting like a girl who doesn't get turned over her Daddy's knee when she misbehaves. That was far from the case. At this point in our relationship, we had a solid set of rules and Daddy enforced them with a firm hand. I knew I was in for a spanking at some point. His roommates didn't know anything about our dynamic, so I never got spanked in front of them, but in some cases I would be taken into the bedroom and spanked with a quiet implement, put in the corner, etc. I had a feeling tonight I might get something a little more. After we had some dinner, Daddy announced to everyone that the two of us were running out to the store. I immediately got nervous, because I had a feeling that meant I was going to get a spanking. But hey, maybe we were just gonna go shopping?! I went up to the bedroom to get my purse, and my phone vibrated. I got a text from Daddy saying "Get the wooden hairbrush, please. You can put it in your purse." I felt my face getting hot and immediately felt so embarrassed even though I was the only one who could read his text. I grabbed the hairbrush as I was told and put it in my purse. I exited the bedroom knowing that the the next time I entered the room would be with a sore bottom. Daddy and I got into his car and drove to the nearest Target. On the way there I timidly asked "Are we getting anything from the store, Daddy?" to which he replied "Yes, we need a few things". I didn't press any further but I wanted to know so badly if I was going to get it before or after we go in. I waited like a good girl. When he parked towards the back of the parking lot, I knew I had my answer. He gave me a stern look and asked me if I knew why I was going to get the hairbrush. I could barely look him in the eyes, but I quietly said "because I was a bad girl, Daddy". We were still in the front seat of his car, where I had been spanked many times. He told me to turn over and put the seat back. I was no stranger to this process. I complied, and wondered if my jeans would come down first or if he would start right on the bare. To my horror, he told me to bare my bottom right away. I pulled my jeans and thong down. Even though the thong didn't provide any protection to my bottom, I knew what bare meant. It was probably about 8:00 pm at this point, and we were parked right underneath a streetlight, so the light perfectly lit up my bare bottom in the dark. I laid there knowing that he had a perfect view of the blank canvas he was about to paint red. He started out with his hand, which can be a blessing when he is just warming me up, but he spanked my bottom hard and fast right away. I started squirming and felt the urge to put my hand back, which he grabbed and pinned to my back. The only sound I could hear was the sound of his big hand making contact with my bouncing cheeks. My bottom was already hot and I'm sure it was bright red, but now it was time for the hairbrush. I protested, saying I would behave and be a good girl at home, but he knew I needed a good reminder. He swiftly brought the hairbrush down and blistered my butt bright red. The tears began flowing quickly - that hairbrush STINGS! The spanking wasn't long, but he made sure I could feel it. After he decided my butt was blistered enough, he rubbed it for a couple minutes while I calmed down. He said he needed to get a better view and took me out of the car with my bottom still exposed. I was mortified, because there were people in the parking lot. Thankfully I don't think anyone saw my spanked bottom since we were in the back, but I felt like they could! He took a photo and showed it to me so I could see how red my bottom was. "I'll be a good girl Daddy I promise! Can I please pull these up now?" "Yes, you may". We went into the store and didn't speak a word of it until we got back to the car. I felt like a naughty little girl walking around the store with a freshly spanked bottom. I was on my best behavior when we got home - I still wonder if his roommates knew he spanked me that night!