My little girl’s first time

There are things that stay in your memory as a parent, and I still vividly remember the first time I had to spank my daughter Susana, who was five years old at the time.

As I say, I had never spanked Susana before, but that was to change the day we went shopping for groceries at a local supermarket. As we walked around, selecting our food, Susana asked me to buy her some sweets.

Unfortunately, money was tight at the time and I barely had enough for the food we needed for the house. I knew some more money would be coming in the next day, so I told Susana: “Honey, I can’t buy you any candy today. But if you wait until tomorrow we’ll get some, with pleasure.”

As children sometimes do, Susana turned on the waterworks and pleaded with me, but I was firm. “We don’t have enough money today. You must wait.” My daughter pouted some but we carried on with the shop.

At some point, unbeknown to me, Susana decided she was going to have sweets today no matter what. She stole a packet of candy and hid it under her shirt. The first I knew about it was when we were walking home, when my daughter reached under her shirt and produced the packet.

Naturally, I was furious. “Where did you get those sweets from? You stole them, didn’t you? Didn’t you hear what Mummy said?” Susana now realised she was in big trouble, a fear which was confirmed when I told her: “When we get home, young lady, you are getting your bottom warmed!” She began to cry again but I took no notice as I led her by the hand.

Once we got home, I put the groceries to one side for a moment. I was determined that retribution for Susana’s sin would be swift and harsh. I sat down on a kitchen chair and stood my daughter on her feet, facing me. Then I gave her a thorough and unmerciful lecture about the terrible sin of stealing.

Finally, I said: “Now, it’s time for me to do to you what your grandma did to me when I was a naughty little girl.” With that, I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. Her panties followed, leaving her bare bottomed. I put Susana face down on my lap and began to inflict the punishment. I only used my hand to spank but the slaps were hard and before long my little girl’s buttocks were bright red and of course she was crying and wailing like a baby.

After the spanking, I put her in the corner, smacked bare bottom still on show, to think about her behaviour while I unpacked the groceries and put the food away.

Finally, I retrieved Susana from the corner and knelt down so I was face-to-face with her. “Are you ever going to steal anything ever again, young lady?” Well, I’m sure you can guess the answer to that question – nevertheless, it was to be my no means the last time I found myself with my daughter across my knee, her naked bottom ready to be spanked.

Contributor: Laura

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