A Good Little Girl
Poppy thought she was a good girl, and generally this was so. What made and kept her a good girl was the certain knowledge that if she was not she would be taking down her knickers before having her bottom made hot and sore by her Father’s belt.
This was to be just such an occasion, Poppy had been cheeky to her Stepmother, at least that was the accusation, although the girl knew better than to object or contest her Daddy’s decision. He always took her stepmother’s side and then she got the hairbrush before bed on top of the good strapping such offences earned.
The worst thing for Poppy was that her Stepmother watched as her Daddy strapped her poor little bottom, not bothering to conceal her satisfaction at seeing “Daddy’s spoilt little brat” (as she called the girl) being made to improve her behaviour.
Poppy thought she was a good girl, and generally this was so. What made and kept her a good girl was the certain knowledge that if she was not she would be taking down her knickers before having her bottom made hot and sore by her Father’s belt.
This was to be just such an occasion, Poppy had been cheeky to her Stepmother, at least that was the accusation, although the girl knew better than to object or contest her Daddy’s decision. He always took her stepmother’s side and then she got the hairbrush before bed on top of the good strapping such offences earned.
The worst thing for Poppy was that her Stepmother watched as her Daddy strapped her poor little bottom, not bothering to conceal her satisfaction at seeing “Daddy’s spoilt little brat” (as she called the girl) being made to improve her behaviour.