Dad's Christmas Miracle

The Christmas holiday has always been a big deal for my Dad. He gets as much of the family together as he possibly can for the last two weeks of every year. This year was no different and the house was packed with Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins. And yes, of all the cousins I am the oldest. Without going into too much detail just imagine the rudest things you could possibly say to family, double the rudeness and up the volume and you begin to get the picture of how I was behaving. So, anyway here it was Christmas day. Christmas is a dress up day for us so, I put on this extremely inappropriate burgundy, strapless with matching heels. Mom took one look at me when I came downstairs and forcefully pulled me aside. She suggested, rather strongly, that I return to my room and dress more appropriately. I very impolitely let her know that I didn't care what her opinion was or what she wanted. We got into a heated exchange and everyone was trying to pretend they weren't listening. The argument ended when Mom called me a harlot and Dad grabbed my arm and pulled me into his private office.

Dad proceeded to verbally chastise me for 6 months worth of bad behavior. After that lecture I have no doubt my Dad has an elephant's memory, cause I don't think he missed anything. I tried to interrupt him several times but, he just talked right over me. He never gave me a chance to explain anything. I guess by that point he just didn't care. He finished his tirade and the last words I can still hear in my head, "I'm not just disappointed in you, I am ashamed to have to admit you're my daughter." I doubt there was anything he could have said that would have hurt me more than that did. My response was, "You f***ing A**hole!" That didn't go over well and I had planned to follow it up with a rant of my own but, I never got the chance. Dad slapped me so hard that the next thing I new I was literally lying flat on my back looking up at him wondering what had just happened. He then announced he intended to give me the "spanking of my life" and he didn't really care if I ever talked to him again. I'd like to say I protested but, I didn't. I fell into the familiar role of; I pushed Dad too far, now I have to deal with the consequences.

Now you may be wondering why I consider this so embarrassing beyond the obvious of being spanked by Dad. First, I don't think it would've happened if I hadn't accepted it. Why I accepted it and allowed it to happen is probably rooted in that paradox of wanting the fantasy despite knowing the reality isn't the same. However, I look at it, I know I allowed it to happen and probably wanted it to happen and its even possible I manipulated the entire situation. Many of the choices I was making that led into this were in opposition to my normal character. I think I may have been purposely setting up a scenario for my own sexual satisfaction. I didn't get the sexual satisfaction out of it but, I did get a tremendous emotional release that I probably needed more. Second, it was a complete package punishment just like if I had been 17 years old. That means that I wasn't just spanked. I used profanity so, my mouth was washed out with soap and I spent 15 minutes standing in a corner with that bar of soap firmly planted in my mouth. Additionally, I spent a bit of time in that corner waiting to be spanked and again afterwards. Even worse yet was my state of dress. Dad's rule was that anything below the waist came off for a spanking. Talk about embarrassing. Third, there was only one place in the house where spankings happened and it wasn't my Dad's private office.

I felt like everyone in the house was staring at me the second I stepped out of the office and into the kitchen. They probably were, as I'm certain it was a shock to everyone. I know I was hoping the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Standing in the middle of the kitchen with my hands on my head and asking my Mom for a bar of soap so that Dad could wash my mouth was much worse than previous moments like that in my memory. Probably something to do with the audience. Dad washed my mouth out very thoroughly. I had streams of soap and saliva dripping down the entire front of my body to the floor before he was finished. He let me spit once into the sink before he planted the bar right back in my mouth and made me bite down on it. My teeth had to be well into the bar before my Dad put me in the only open corner in the kitchen and set a timer for 15 minutes. After having your teeth in a bar of soap like that for 15 minutes, the taste doesn't go away for a couple of days. When the time was up I got to spit about 4 times into the sink and Mom wiped the soap off the front of me with a towel. Completely humiliated, I had to thank my Mom for the soap before being escorted to my corner in the living room to await my spanking.

It was, without any doubt, the worst spanking of my life. Dad used both the paddle and the belt on me and he made me retrieve them separately, making it all the more humiliating. When he stopped spanking me I was reduced to a blubbering, bawling baby. I'm not sure how long I was in the corner afterwards but, it was long enough for me to stop crying and start wishing I could rub my bottom. When I was finally released from the corner, I found out the eternity that I thought had passed had of course, not. It was still morning which left me with a very long humiliating day. Most of it suffering through ridiculous questions from my Cousins like, "Did it hurt?" (No, not one bit.) or "You still get spanked?" (Where were you this morning?) or the boys favorites, "Aren't you cold?" (Did you notice the snow on the ground outside?) and "I think that suit is more revealing than the dress you were wearing. Don't you?" (Perhaps you would like to try it on?) My actual responses were more along the lines of a barely audible, "Yes." but, my thoughts were much bolder.

So, everyone of my Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins were witnesses to what has since become known as my Dad's Christmas Miracle. I can not go home for Christmas without someone mentioning how much more conservative my dresses are or how much politer I am. I guess that's what they all think drove Dad to spank me. However you look at it though, it was a very embarrassing incident and not one that will be forgotten anytime soon