Faded Reminder...

Crayons


i lay on my stomach coloring in the middle of the living room floor as i finished coloring my picture out of the fantasy coloring book. The colors were vibrant and i had made sure to stay inside all of the lines this time and had even added sparkles to the wings of the unicorn and faerie riding it. i was certain that it was time to be going soon, but i so wanted to finish my picture that i forgot all about time and places to be. Shortly two black shiny boots stood before me with their toes only half an inch from stepping on my coloring book pages.

“It’s time to go now, little girl, put your book and crayons away,” came Daddy’s gruff, but gentle, instructions as i gazed upwards from His boots to His handsome face.

“Almost done,” was my careless reply. “Honest, i am.” The vegetation on the page had yet to be colored, but it was all that remained.

“Finish when we come home, it is time to go now,” His voice became stern. That should have been my subtle hint to stop and put my book away, but suddenly brat mode kicked in.

“Just lemme finish,” I whined at Him, dodging His narrowed eyes and serious look. “You never let me finish coloring! It won’t take too long, lemme finish!”

“You have to the count of three to have those crayons and the book put away and your shoes on and your butt ready to walk out that door.” There was a pause through which i continued to color. “One.” i colored. “Two.”

Finally i stopped and closed my book with a scowl and pout on my face as i looked up at Him. Defiantly I kept the crayons in my hands.

“Three!” He eyed the crayons.

“i wanna take my crayons with me!” i told Daddy triumphantly. Victory lasted three sweet seconds.

Daddy pulled me to my feet by my arm and pointed to His room with a very stern, angry face. i hesitated for a moment and received a hard swat on my bottom that sent me scooting into His room with a jump. He followed quite closely behind and snatched the crayons from my hands as He crossed His arms over His chest; that meant i was in big trouble. He glanced over my white cotton sundress and the white satin ribbons in my hair that wrapped around my two pigtails.

“Take off the dress and your lace panties and bra and the pigtails. Only good girls are allowed to wear pretty clothes.”

i was sad and shame faced as i took off my white sundress and folded it then did the same with my white frilly boyshort panties and bra. The last things i removed were the ribbons from the pigtails, which i ran my fingers through with a blush. Daddy didn’t fall for any of my coy moves or shows as He pointed towards His big bed without changing His expression.

“On your stomach,” He ordered me.

Quickly i did as He bid and lay face down on the bed only to find my hands swiftly secured to the bedposts and a blindfold covering my eyes. Tensing up i waited for the spankings but they never came so i let my body begin to un-tense, thinking maybe He intended to leave me there until He was done running errands. Just as my body relaxed five fast spankings were dealt to my bare bottom causing me to cry into the pillow as tears sprang into my eyes from the shock of the speed and intensity. Just as my body was coming to terms with the sudden pain a new wave of pain raked me as heat hit my lower back and bottom; where had Daddy gotten wax from? Daddy didn’t keep candles in His room that i knew of. The leather brushing over my bare bottom brought me back to the present and I tensed too late as Daddy’s belt dealt a handful more spankings to my now very sore and very red bottom. It hurt too much to keep my bottom tensed, but my shoulders were pulled upwards and left tight as i anticipated the next thrashing to come. Long minutes stretched together as my ears tricked me into thinking Daddy had left me there as the final punishment for my bad behavior. Silently i bit my bottom lip and replayed my actions, realizing i really did deserve what i got and marveling on how these same “punishments” often were parts of playtimes. Playtime spankings never made my stomach curl up in itself and give me a tummy ache, playtime beltings never made me feel anything but excited and happy. The psychological aspects clouded my mind until more wax kisses my back.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it,” same Daddy’s baritone voice. He did not sound as angry as He was before, but the sternness was still in His voice. “If I tell you to put your book away you say ‘Yes, Daddy’ and do it. If I tell you to put your crayons away you say “Yes, Daddy’ and do it. I am very disappointed we have to go back over very basic simple rules.” He was quiet as the last of the wax hit the small of my back and i shoved my head further into the pillow to keep from crying. “Do you understand?” He asked me sharply.

“Yes, Daddy,” i lifted my head from the pillow to make my soft, subdued reply.

“Good.” He reached across my body to release my hands from their restraints and helped me to turn over and sit up. “The wax can come off later. Get dressed so we can go run errands. If you are very well behaved then I will buy you a new box of crayons.” He got up and walked from the room.

i pondered over the need for a new box of crayons as i dressed back in my white dress. As i walked out the bedroom door to get my sandals i saw why i might need new crayons. The pretty paper had been peeled off of five of my crayons and Daddy’s long grill lighter was sitting beside my once full box of crayons.