The OC (A story written for David)

You come home one day and catch me watching The OC on TV even thought I'm banned from watching it. You think it makes me too excited before bed. It's true, I usually get all creamy watching the pretty boys and girls kissing. When I see you've caught me I turned it off but I know it's too late. I shrink back in the couch unsure of what will happen. You stand in front of me and ask angrily "Was that The OC?", I nod softly and look up at you with sorry puppy dog eyes. "You know you're not allowed to watch that?"  I nod again but look away kind of annoyed.

"Right then. Come here," you order.You go over to another couch and stand waiting. I get up moodily, my clingy night dress riding up my thighs and my hands unconsciously tugging it down. I take slow steps toward you but as soon as I'm within reach you hurry me up by grabbing my slender brown arm and yanking me to the couch. You position me so my knees are bent on the seat and my head is hanging over the back of it. My ass is nicely rounded and the dress has scrunched right up now so that my pink panties are on show for you.

You slap my little ass once with your big nasty hand and the rub it round and round in a big circle. "Are you allowed to watch that TV show, Lolli?" you ask. "I already answered that question!"  I call back over my shoulder at you, brattiness oozing from my voice.

"I REALLY" *slap*   "do not"  *slap*  "think this is a good time to act like a BRAT!" *hard slap on both cheeks* ."OWwww" I cry out grumpily.

"I'll show you ow," you mutter to yourself.

"Now do you remember why this show was off limits, young lady?" I mutter back a reply you can't hear. "Hmmm?" You say as you push your thumb against my bottom hole through my dress and panties reminding me I'm not in a position to be smart. I try to wriggle away, getting the message, but your other hand holds me firmly against you and your thumb stays in place.

"I'm still waiting for an answer, please."

"Coz I get too excited you said..."

"That's right. When you watch it you make a creamy girl mess in your panties and we can't have that." While you say this you pull the pink wet panties to the side and as soon as you pull aside the fabric the scent of it fills your nose. You gently pull open my moistened and delicate folds. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a mess" you scold as you inspect my glistening and ripe rosebud of a pussy.

I put my head down embarrassed that you're looking at me so closely. You notice but pay no mind. You know my place is to be a good, obedient girl while you let me stay with you. Not to run wild and make a mess on your new couch leaving dirty little streaks on it like I did once before.

The panties flick back into place and you decide to get rid of them, pulling them down my firm little thighs, over my knobbly knees, muscular calves and long feet. You take them and shove them kind of nastily into my pouting mouth. My brown eyes open wide and look up at you almost pleadingly and you just smirk.

With your hand you spread my knees wider which in turn spreads my pussy lips too. You take a tissue from the box and run it up and down my wet crack, after a few strokes you begin to clean more carefully, all my pink lips and my red clit. I whine with the panties in my mouth and you thunder at me to be quiet. I let out one last rebellious cry and then do as I'm told. When you finish up you walk around the couch so you can see my face and while you pull the panties from my down turned lips you tell me that I made quiet a mess of myself and that at my age I should know better.

I hear you leave the room so I turn around to see where you've gone but you reappear almost immediately and now you're carrying the redwood hairbrush. My face falls and you can't help but smile. "Now that I've cleaned you up, it's time for you punishment," you explain with glee. I consider complaining but know how you love to add 'extras' for bad behaviour so I will myself to keep my bratty mouth shut. 

You're standing next to me and place on hand on my lower back and tell me I'm going to receive 20 smacks and you hope I learn my lesson.  I whimper even before you start and when the hairbrush lands for the first swat I let out a soft moan. You swing again and make contact with the other soft round cheek. You can see them blossoming pink with every new smack. After 10 smacks I'm wailing like a baby because the brush is so hard and my teenage cheeks are unused to this kind of punishment. At 15 smack my little tush is all blotchy and very sore and I'm begging you to stop, my sobs choking in my throat. "PLEASE DAVID, I'm really sorry, I won't do it againnnn" *SMACK* "Wahh ahhhh."

You're annoyed that I'm trying to get out of my well deserved spanking so you decided to paddle my creamy thighs too knowing that it will sting like nothing else. As you do, you notice my ankles jump up off a the couch bending at the knee with each stroke. And along with each stroke is a delicious little cry letting you know I'm learning my lesson.

As soon as you're finished you say I can get up and I throw my arms around your waist, my tear streaked face on your chest and tell you I'm sorry, sorry, sorry. Your hands reach behind me and rub my red hot cheeks as they bounce up and down in time with childish sobbing. After a minute I pull away and you smile down forgivingly at me and playful spank my bottom again. You are aiming for my cheeks but somehow you aim too low and your fingers catch on my pussy lips. You pull you hand away and inspect it and sure enough it is shining brightly with fresh moisture. Your brows furrow and you look down at me, I look up at you like a scared naughty bunny seeing what you just saw. "Again, Lolli?! Again?" you scold.

I drop my eyes, and nervously bite at my lower lip. You sigh and take me by the hand, leading me to my bedroom. You tell me to stop at the door and you go into the bathroom and collect some things then come back, take my hand, and lead me to the bed. After my spanking I'm feeling very submissive and I don't talk back when you tell me to lie down on my back, on the bed.

You have spread a towel on the lower half of the bed and once I'm on it you raise my legs high in the air so that I'm in the diaper position. You sit on the bed by my side and look me in the eye and explain "Now Lolli, I think if you are going to keep wetting yourself like a baby, you're going to get treated like one, understand?"  I wrinkle my face up and shake it from side to side so you explain,"I'm going to take a warm cloth and give you a wash down there." I'm so horrified by the way your speaking to me that I blush and turn my face away. You just laugh and go about cleaning me up, for the second time that night.When you're done with the cloth you take the towel and dry off my bottom and pussy, at first gently and then a little more roughly, so I don't enjoy it too much.