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OVER HER DADDY'S KNEE - BOOK 1

by Katie Bradford


Daddy's Little Black Book

Sunday night! Oh how Sophie had grown to hate Sunday nights! Her daddy called it the attitude adjustment night. The entire family would gather at his feet in the living room while he picked up the little black book from the side table and began spouting out all the rules that had been broken during the week.

It wasn't just the rules that Sophie broke either. Everyone was included, even her mother!

"Katie," Mr. Stern called out crisply as if he were taking roll call, "I have written down that you received a 'C-' on a research paper you worked on for History this past Monday. C's are unacceptable and you know it." He eyed his seventeen-year-old daughter critically and then continued. "I also see that you were late coming in from a date you had with Stevie this past Friday. Is this correct?"

Looking up nervously, she replied, "Yes Daddy. I'm sorry."

"Stand up, young lady," he grumbled. "And go sit on the chair."

There were three wooden straight back chairs right behind them: one for each daughter and one for their mother. Katie walked over and sat in the first one, placing her hands carefully in her lap to await the final sentencing.

"Sophie," Mr. Stern bellowed, causing the poor girl to jump slightly as she turned her attention away from her older sister back to her father.

"I see you were a very naughty girl this week." He looked over at his younger daughter and frowned. "I'm afraid I'll be working on your bottom for quite some time tonight, young lady."

Sophie lowered her head. She had expected the report to be bad that night. She had tried to be good all week, but it seemed that every time she turned around she was getting into trouble for something. Now it was Sunday night and she had to sit quietly and listen to her daddy go through the list of all the broken rules without saying a word.

Returning his gaze back to the book sitting in his lap, Mr. Stern continued, "Monday ... note sent home from teacher for talking in class; Tuesday ... Mommy told you three times to clean your room and it still did not get done; Wednesday ... argued with Daddy about going to church that night and rude to Mrs. Pinkey next door; Thursday ... did not complete any of your chores; Friday ... well ... it looks like Friday might have been a good day for you, young lady." He frowned before continuing. "Saturday ... argued with Mommy at the store and broke a glass in the kitchen and refused to gather up clothes for your Mommy to wash. And this morning, your Sunday School teacher said you were using ugly words in small group. What do you have to say for yourself, little girl?"

Sophie wasn't able to look into her father's stormy green eyes. She could see he was very unhappy with her. She was definitely going to be miserable tomorrow in school!

"Well?" he asked, expecting her to say something.

"Sorry?"

"Stand up!" Mr. Stern groused, extremely displeased with her response. "Take that dress off, lower your panties and go sit next to your sister!"

With tears in her eyes, Sophie slowly slipped her church dress up over her head and folded it up neatly, placing it on the floor beside her chair. Then, even more slowly, she pulled her panties down to her knees before sitting in the chair next to her sister.

Both girls sat quietly as they listened to their father finish reading from the little black book dealing with their mother. Very rarely did Mrs. Stern ever get spanked, but Sophie had already known she would this week because she had overheard her daddy tell her mother she would be that very morning!

"And Rebecca," Mr. Stern looked across at his wife of twenty years. "YOU had several rule infractions yourself, didn't you, my dear?"

Mrs. Stern hated being disciplined in front of the girls but she knew there was no way out of it this week. She had indeed broken several of John's rules. But she also knew because of their nature, he wouldn't be disclosing them out loud in front of the girls ... but she would hear about the infraction later in bed. The spanking however, would be administered in front of the girls ... bare bottom and all!

"Stand up my dear and sit on the chair please," Mr. Stern ordered, a little less harsh than he had been with the girls.

Mrs. Stern walked over to the third and last chair and sat down. Hopefully, he would allow her to keep her dignity in front of the girls by spanking her across her dress. But somehow she doubted it.

Plopping the little black book back on the table, Mr. Stern looked over at the girls and clucked, "Well ... well ... well."

Sophie wanted to cry but knew she was too big for that. Her older sister never cried. She always took the spankings without flinching a muscle. Sophie wanted to act just like her, but knew that was never likely to happen. She was always bawling and kicking like crazy after only a few smacks. And tonight she knew she was in for a lot more than just a few!

"Looks like Daddy is going to be busy tonight," Mr. Stern mused as he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "Three naughty little bottoms that need correcting. Tsk,tsk." He clicked his tongue as he shook his head back and forth.

Mrs. Stern was the only one looking at her husband as he scolded. The two girls had their heads bowed and Sophie, as usual, had begun to sniffle.

"Rebecca," Mr. Stern scowled at his wife. "We'll start with you. Stand up and walk over to the table, pick up the hairbrush and bring it back to me," he ordered.

Without a word, Mrs. Stern stood to her feet, walked over to the small accent table behind the couch and looked for the hairbrush. As always, Mr. Stern had laid out many different instruments that might be used in that night's ritual and it was hard to spot the brush right off the bat.

As well as the table housing the hairbrush, there were several paddles of different shapes and sizes, a slipper, the black strap, a large wooden spoon, a heavy ruler and a bath brush. Mrs. Stern sighed heavily as she removed the hairbrush and turned to walk back to her husband.

Once she was stood before him a chill went up and down her spine as she knew what was expected next. Clearing her threat, she looked over at the girls with embarrassment and then cut her eyes down to the ground before she asked, "Ummm ... darling ... I ... have been rather naughty this week..." She paused as she held the hairbrush out to him before continuing, "Um ... would you ... ohhhh goodness this is hard..." she sighed, looking up at her husband.

"I believe you were about to ask me something, dear?" Mr. Stern snapped, unsympathetic to his wife's plight.

Groaning out of frustration, Mrs. Stern continued, "Would you ... spank me?"

"Well dear," he began sarcastically. "I don't know. How would you like for me to spank you?"

The ritual was for the miscreant to retrieve the implement that they had been instructed to procure, and then after handing it to Mr. Stern, ask for him to apply that instrument to their bare bottom. The procedure had never strayed and he had no intention of letting it slide this time either.

"JOHN!" Mrs. Stern whimpered. "Please don't make me say it in front of the girls."

"Rebecca!" Mr. Stern snapped crossly. "Do I need to make another note in the black book? A refusal to ask for your spanking?"

Mrs. Stern's voice cracked slightly. She would never get used to asking. "Darling, would you please spank my bare bottom?"

Mr. Stern nodded his head. "Yes, dear, I will be glad to."

As her husband lifted his arms slightly, Mrs. Stern slipped her body across his lap. The act made her feel like she was twelve years old again, going over her daddy's lap for a good walloping. It had been several months since John had given her a spanking, and she had foolishly hoped it would be several more before she was spanked again. Unfortunately, there she was about to have her bottom bared in front of her girls and spanked just like them!

Sophie's tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched her daddy lifting her mother's blue cotton dress up to the middle of her back and lowering her white cotton panties down to her ankles. It always scared her a little when she saw her daddy spanking her momma. It just didn't seem right somehow. But it still didn't cause her to divert her eyes as the hairbrush began rolling over her mother's bottom and Mr. Stern began lecturing.

The words he was yelling had no impact on Sophie, but watching the brush did. Her mother's bottom was not small. She was what most people would refer to as pleasingly plump. But to Sophie, her mother's bottom was ginormous! She hoped hers never grew to such large proportions. Still, it was mesmerizing watching her mother's bottom jiggle and bounce as her daddy worked that hairbrush up and down both cheeks making them grow ever redder with each slap.

Soon her mother's feet began clawing the floor as if she were trying to regain her balance to stand up, but she never did. The only thing she did do successfully was kick her panties clean off! Still the hairbrush found new spots along the insides of her thighs to torture until her mother began sobbing and begging for forgiveness.

Mr. Stern finally stopped spanking and began massaging his wife's scorched bottom with the palm of his hand while whispering something close to her ear that only she could hear.

Sophie was sobbing right along with her mother, feeling very sorry for her. She was also feeling very sorry for herself because she knew her spanking would be a lot worse.

Mrs. Stern sat her bare behind gingerly down on the wooden chair, and prepared herself to watch her husband punish their daughters. This was never pleasurable for her, but something that must be endured for the proper rearing of their children. Her own father had paddled her bottom regularly as a youngster and she had turned out just fine.

"Katie!" Mr. Stern bellowed. "You're next, young lady. Front and center," he ordered.

Curling her lip in a prominent pout, Katie stood up and sauntered over to where her father was sitting. With eyes still diverted to the carpet, she mumbled, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I know you are disappointed in my report. I'll do better, I promise!"

"Yes, I am sure you will. Your mother and I expect better from you. You are a very smart young lady ... capable of much higher than a C minus!"

"Y...yes Sir," she stammered.

"And staying out past your curfew will cost you as well, young lady! Instead of the more mature hour of midnight, you will now be home by ten."

"BUT DADDY! NO ONE..."

Mr. Stern landed a few sharp smacks across the back of his daughter's dress and snapped, "I didn't ask for your input, now did I? If you don't like that new curfew then don't go out! Now because you stood there and argued with me, I want you to take your dress and undergarments completely off!"

Unwisely stomping her foot in rage, Katie found herself being undressed by her father and not very gently. While he undressed her, he kept landing a few sharp smacks across her panties.



© Katie Bradford
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