By Jules Tanner
Jules had a sweet tooth. Her Daddy knew this, and he made sure he kept close tabs on her eating habits. He didn’t have a problem with her having sweets every now and then, but Jules would eat junk food in place of her meals, and that made her Daddy furious. He truly believed that a healthy diet was the key to living a long healthy life, and he loved his little girl too much to accept anything less. In fact, her Daddy tanned her bottom more than once for not eating right. Jules knew the rules, but like most little girls, she had trouble following them.
One day Jules’ Daddy packed her a healthy lunch to take to school: a thermos filled with homemade chicken vegetable soup that he made especially for her, a big red apple, and as a special treat — one chocolate chip cookie. Jules’ mom made the best cookies; they were delicious! Her Daddy made her promise to eat the soup and apple first, and then she could have her special treat. “I mean it,” he warned. “You know the rules.”
Jules nodded, “I promise, Daddy.” And off she went to school.
Jules thought about her cookie all day. She kept looking at the clock waiting for the lunch bell to ring. But the clock wasn’t moving. Mrs. Randal, her teacher, told the class to read quietly while she graded their tests, but Jules couldn’t concentrate. She started worrying about her cookie. It was a warm day. What if her cookie melted? That would be horrible. There would be milk chocolate smeared all over her lunch bag, and her delicious cookie would be ruined. She became more and more anxious. Maybe she should check to make sure her cookie was okay. Mrs. Randal probably wouldn’t mind if she just took a quick look.
She slowly and quietly reached into her book bag and pulled out her lunch bag. She peeked up to make sure the teacher wasn’t looking. Miss Randal was grading papers at her desk. She looked inside her bag and there it was — the deliciously chocolately extra big ooey gooey cookie that her mom made just for her. And it didn’t look melted at all. In fact, it looked perfect.
Jules stared at it. Her mouth started watering, and her tummy started rumbling. What if she just took a little taste of it to make sure it was still okay? Who would it hurt? She promised her Daddy she wouldn’t eat the cookie before her lunch, but taking a bite doesn’t count as eating. It’s just a bite. She thought about it for a second and then…she slowly put the cookie to her lips. She could smell the chocolate chips. She opened her mouth wide and took at bite. It was amazing! It was so moist and chewy and yummy.
Before she could stop herself she gobbled it all up in practically one bite. Milk chocolate was dripping from her lips, and she was making noises like “mmmmmm” as she swished it around her mouth. She didn’t want to swallow it because she didn’t want the deliciousness to end.
Just then she heard a voice say, “Excuse me, Miss Juliette, but what do you think you’re doing?” Jules opened her eyes and there standing in front of her was Mrs. Randal, with her arms crossed. “You know the rules, Jules. No eating in class,” she said.
Jules looked up at her. “I’m bowrry,” she said, her mouth still filled with her cookie.
Just then the bell rang. “Okay, kids, get your lunch bags and line up for the cafeteria. Jules, you stay right there.”
Jules sat in her chair feeling ill. She knew she was in trouble. She swallowed her cookie, but instead of enjoying it, her tummy felt sick. As she sat waiting she prayed that Mrs. Randal didn’t tell her Dad. Maybe she could clap erasers or sweep the hallway. Anything would be better than telling her Daddy what happened.
Mrs. Randal came back and handed Jules a note. “You make sure you give this to your Dad. Have him sign it, and bring it back to me tomorrow.”
“Yes Mrs. Randal,” Jules pouted.
“Now go to lunch,” Mrs. Randal ordered.
Jules stood up, tucked the note in her school bag, and shuffled off.
The walk home was miserable for Jules. The thought of giving her Daddy that note made her knees feel weak. She knew he would be angry with her. She also knew that she might get a spanking for disobeying him. She wanted to rip the note up into little pieces, but if she didn’t bring it back to Mrs. Randal signed, she’d be in more trouble. There was no way out of it.
Time to Talk to Daddy in His Office
That night after her bath, Jules knew what she had to do. She put it off as long as she could. Her Daddy was in his office working. She tip toed downstairs in her Hello Kitty pajamas and knocked on his door.
“Come in, baby,” he said.
Jules slowly walked toward him with the note hidden behind her back.
“Daddy?” she started, “I have to give you something.”
Jules’ Daddy looked up at her. “What is it?”
She brought her hand forward and held out the note.
Jules’ Daddy looked at her. “What’s this?” he said.
“It’s a note from Mrs. Randal,” she answered hesitantly.
He gave her a stern look. “Uh oh,” he commented. “What did you do?”
Jules was silent. He took the note from her and read it. Jules immediately dropped her head and stared at the floor. When he finished reading the note, he sat back in his chair and gazed at Jules. “What did I tell you this morning, young lady?” he asked.
“To eat all of my lunch before eating my cookie,” she answered shyly.
“And what did you do?” he asked.
“I ate my cookie first. But Daddy…”
“We have rules about eating, don’t we, young lady?”
Jules nodded.
“And what happens when you break one of those rules?”
Jules couldn’t answer. She didn’t even want to say the words.
“Juliette? I asked you a question.”
“I get a spanking,” she answered reluctantly.
“That’s right,” he said.
Jules was paralyzed.
Without any hesitation, he stood up from his chair, walked over to her, took her by the hand and led her to the steps. He put one foot up on the third step, lifted her off her feet, and threw her over one knee. Jules’ body dangled in the air, her feet and hands hanging. He immediately began spanking her bottom.
SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…
Jules began wiggling and squealing. “Owww…Daddy…Owwww!”
“I’ll give you oww,” he said.
SMACK…SMACK…SMACK.
Jules cried out with each spank. He began to scold her, “You will learn to eat healthy and follow rules, or you will have a very difficult time sitting! Is that clear, young lady?” he scolded.
“Yessssss, Daddy”
SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…
“I’M SORRY!” Jules yelled.
“You’re not, but you will be!” her Daddy responded.
SMACK… SMACK… SMACK.
“DADDY PLEASE!” Jules begged.
He continued to spank her long and hard. Even though the spanking was over her pajama bottoms, it stung horribly. Jules began kicking her legs and squealing at the top of her lungs. “DADDY…I’M SORRY.” Her Daddy held her waist tighter and continued to give her swat after swat after swat.
“You can scream all you like, Juliette,” he declared. “Mommy isn’t going to save you.” Jules’ Mommy WAS taking a relaxing bath until she heard the spanking and screaming. She couldn’t believe her ears. What did she do this time? she thought. Whatever it was, she couldn’t stand hearing her little girl getting spanked. She stuck her head under the water and tried holding her breath. When that failed, she turned on the radio. Nothing seemed to work. It was torture for her. If she wasn’t wet and naked, she would’ve run down those steps and thrown herself on top of Jules, which she’s been known to do on occasion.
SMACK… SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…
“I’M SORRY! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN!” Jules pleaded with tears streaming down her face.
He continued to spank her for another full minute. After the last swat, he lifted her off his knee and stood her in front of him. “Now, young lady…for the next two weeks…no more sweets. Is that clear?”
Jules couldn’t believe her ears. WHAT? TWO WEEKS! Is he kidding? she thought to herself in dismay. “But Daddy,” she started.
“Okay, make it three,” he declared. Jules got silent. “You want to say anything else?” he asked.
Jules shook her head no.
“Now get to bed. I’ll be up to tuck you in.” Jules put her head down and walked up the steps rubbing her bottom.
“Did I say you could rub?” Jules turned and looked at him. She put her hands at her side, dropped her head, and continued up the steps sniffling. That night Jules had trouble sleeping, partly because her bottom was throbbing and partly because the thought of being grounded from sweets was horrific to her. How would she ever make it through the next three weeks?
Cousin Pixie Comes to Town
The following weekend Jules’ favorite cousin, Amber, came to visit. Everyone called her Pixie. She was as mischievous as Jules, and together the two of them were trouble. The girls were so excited about their sleepover and planned lots of fun activities. Jules’ Daddy reminded her that she was grounded from sweets, and made sure her cousin Pixie understood that as well. Pixie couldn’t believe he ears. What a horrible punishment, she thought. Jules didn’t want another spanking, so she intended to obey him. Pixie, on the other hand, had other ideas.
The girls had a great day. They watched movies, ate pizza, and played games. It was time for bed. They brushed their teeth and wore their matching Hello Kitty pajamas. Pixie opened up her overnight bag. “Look what I have,” she teased, her eyes all aglitter. She pulled out a big box of Gobstoppers. Jules eyes grew wide. She LOVED Gobstoppers. They were her absolute favorite candy. Pixie knew how much Jules loved them, which is why she brought them.
“Want some?” Pixie asked.
Jules just stared at the box biting her bottom lip. “I can’t,” she said with a disappointed tone, “I’m not allowed.”
“Who’s gonna know?” Pixie answered, “I’m not gonna tell.” She made a good point…but Jules didn’t want to risk it. She would be in so much trouble if her Daddy found out.
“Come on,” Pixie insisted.
Jules shook her head no.
“Okay, suit yourself.” With that, Pixie opened up the Gobstoppers and poured some into her hand. They were so colorful and sweet looking. Pixie opened up her mouth and popped them in. “Mmmmm,” Pixie said as she poured more into her hand. “Sure you don’t want some?” Pixie inquired in a teasing voice.
It was getting harder and harder for Jules to resist. She was salivating watching Pixie’s mouth turn red. She thought for a minute and then shook her head no again. This time Pixie put the box to her lips and poured a bunch into her mouth.
She’s eating all of them! Jules thought. She started to panic. She knew she couldn’t have any, but the idea of Pixie eating all of them was horrid. Maybe she could just have one. One little Gobstopper wouldn’t matter at all. They shouldn’t even count as sweets. Cookies and cake and ice cream are sweets, not Gobstoppers! They’re just sugar balls, and she’s allowed to have sugar. Her mom lets her put sugar on her cereal, and her Daddy let’s her sprinkle sugar on her grapefruit? It’s no big deal at all!
“Wait!” Jules shouted. “I want some!”
Pixie smiled and handed Jules the box.
Jules looked at it for a second, opened it up, and without hesitation she poured the Gobstoppers into her mouth. She swished them around and around and around. Pixie laughed. After that handful she had another and another and another. Jules ran to the mirror and stuck out her tongue. Yes! It was red. The two girls spent the rest of the night gobbling up Gobstoppers. Before they knew it, they had finished the entire box.
Jules’ Daddy heard giggling when he walked by her room, so he opened the door and peeked in. “It’s bedtime girls,” he declared. The girls jumped to their feet.
“Hi Daddy,” Jules said in a very nervous voice.
“What are you two doing?” he asked suspiciously.
“Nothing,” Jules and Pixie answered.
“Hmmm…” he said in a disbelieving tone. He looked around the room and noticed the empty Gobstopper box on the floor. “What’s that?” he asked.
“Nothing, Uncle Mike. It’s just…trash…it fell out of my backpack,” Pixie responded.
“Don’t you dare lie to me, young lady,” He warned.
“I’m not,” Pixie pleaded.
“Juliette? Did you eat candy?” her Daddy asked.
Jules dropped her head. She didn’t want to get in trouble, but she hated lying to her Daddy.
“Juliette?” he said again in a firmer tone. “I swear, Uncle Mike…she didn’t.” Pixie jumped in. Just then he noticed that the inside of Pixie’s mouth was discolored. “Juliette…look at me,” he ordered. Jules lifted her head.
“Open your mouth.”
Jules knew exactly why he was asking.
Oh no…he knows, she thought. She slowly opened her mouth.
A severe look came over his face. “Both of you in my office now,” he demanded.
“But, Uncle Mike…” Pixie started.
“Now,” he said harshly and walked out.
The girls stood silent. “What does that mean?” Pixie asked.
“We’re gonna get a spanking,” Jules said in hopeless voice.
Pixie’s mouth almost dropped to the floor. “What? But…he can’t spank me,” she said.
“Wanna bet.”
With that, Jules slowly moved toward the door. She looked back at Pixie. “Come on. It’ll be worse if we make him wait.”
Pixie was shocked. Her parents never spanked her. This can’t happen, she thought. She was determined to get out of it. She held her head up high and stormed passed Jules. “This is ridiculous. I refuse to be spanked,” she said in a confident tone. Jules just sighed and shook her head. She didn’t know much in this world, but one thing she did know, if her Daddy decides to give a spanking, he’s giving it.
Back in Daddy’s Office for Round Two
Jules and Pixie stood outside of the office. Jules’ Daddy had the door shut. They had no idea what he was doing and they weren’t anxious to go inside, so they waited. It sounded like he was on the phone.
All of a sudden the door opened. “Inside,” he said.
Both girls stepped into the office as if those steps were to be their last. On his desk was the most horrid site, a site that Jules had not seen in a long, long time: the dreaded Lickin Stick — a very thick, ruler-like implement that Jules’ Daddy only used on her when she was extra bad. It delivers a painful, lasting sting that leaves Jules’ bottom sore for days. She almost started to cry just looking at it.
Pixie became visibly nervous. “I’m very disappointed in you two,” Jules’ Daddy started. “You disobeyed me, Juliette. And Amber, you looked me in the face and lied. In this house, young lady, that earns you a good, hard spanking.”
“Uncle Mike?” Pixie interrupted, “I don’t think my mom—”
“Yes she would,” he cut her off. “I just spoke to her. In fact, she said that you’ve needed a spanking for a long time and it’s about time you got one.”
Pixie eyes widened. She couldn’t even speak.
“Now,” he started as he pulled his straight back chair to the middle of the room, “Amber…you’re going to stand right in front of me and watch your cousin Jules get the spanking of her life. And keep in mind…you’re next.” Pixie gulped.
Jules’ Daddy took her wrist and brought her to him. He guided her over his knee and pulled her pajama bottoms down. Jules knew she was in trouble when the spanking started on her bare bottom. She glanced up at Pixie who looked stunned. “You, young lady,” he started as he brought down the first WHACK on Jules bottom, “Will never disobey me again, is that understood?”
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Jules squealed! “Yes, Daddy!”
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Pixie covered her eyes.
“Get your hands off of your face right now, young lady,” he commanded, spanking Jules’ bottom the entire time.
Pixie immediately did as she was told.
“And remember…you’re next,” he reminded her.
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
“Owwwwwwww…” Jules cried.
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Pixie’s tummy was flipping watching Jules get spanked. She wanted to run out of the room. Jules was kicking and squirming. “Daddy pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaseeeeeeee…..I’m sorry!”
“You will be, young lady.”
He continued to spank her hard. “Don’t you EVER, EVER disobey me again when I tell you not to do something. Is that clear?”
“Yesssss, Daddy!” she yelled.
Pixie’s eyes widened when she saw Jules’ bottom turn bright red. She instinctively reached down and held her own bottom anticipating the pain. Tears began to fall from Jules’ eyes.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!
“OWWWWWWW!” Jules squealed as she flailed about on her Daddy’s lap.
He delivered 10 final blows, each one harder than the one before. Jules’s bottom was on fire. He stood her up and placed her in the corner. “You stand there and think about why you’re being punished. Is that clear young lady?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jules sniffled.
Pixie’s Turn
He walked back to his chair. Pixie’s knees were shaking. “Please, Uncle Mike,” she pleaded, “please don’t spank me. I promise I’ll never lie again.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t, young lady,” he said sternly.
“Now…over my knee.”
Pixie thought she was going to be sick. “But I don’t want a spanking!” she whined.
“You don’t have a choice. Now…I’ll give you to the count of five…if you’re not over my lap you’re going to get it worse.”
Pixie couldn’t move. Her legs felt like they were stuck to the floor.
“One…” He began counting.
Jules was listening from the corner.
Come on, she thought, Move.
“Two…”
Pixie started to cry.
“Three…”
“Uncle Mike, please!” she said in a sobbing voice.
“Four…”
“Go,” Jules said under her breath.
Pixie was smart enough to know what would happen at five. She quickly moved to her Uncle’s side and wiped her tears from her eyes.
“You’re lucky,” he told her.
“And don’t you cry yet. It’s not time to cry,” he added.
With that, he draped Pixie over his lap. Pixie’s body was shaking. Uncle Mike knew that Pixie had never been spanked, so he started the spanking over her pajama bottoms. He lifted his arm in the air. Pixie clenched her bottom. He brought down the first hard stinging SPANK!
“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” Pixie shouted. She kicked her legs.
He brought down another and another and another.
Pixie was squealing and kicking. “Noooooo, Uncle Mike…NO!”
With each word he brought down a hard WHACK! “DON’T…YOU…EVER…LIE…TO… ME…AGAIN…DO…YOU…HEAR… ME…YOUNG…LADY?”
Pixie cried out, “I’m sorry, Uncle Mike!”
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Pixie’s bottom was throbbing. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, her Uncle Mike pulled down her pajama bottoms and began spanking her on her little red flowered panties. “When I’m done with you, your bottom will be the color of your panties.” He raised his hand and brought it down on her already sore bottom.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Pixie couldn’t believe how stingy a spanking was. She was waving her arms and kicking her legs so furiously that it looked like she was swimming the English Channel — the whole time crying and screaming. But that didn’t stop her Uncle Mike; he was determined to teach her a lesson.
“You’ve needed a spanking for quite a while, little girl.”
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!
“Noooooooo…….pleassssssseeeeeee!” she pleaded. “I’m sorrrrrryyyyyyy!”
Uncle Mike continued to spank Pixie’s bottom. Pixie’s screams were so loud that Jules held her ears. She felt so sorry for her poor cousin. She hated hearing her get spanked.
“Juliette…get your hands down now…unless you want more of this,” he threatened.
Jules dropped her hands to her side and buried her nose in the corner.
He finished up Pixie’s spanking with 10 hard bare bottom WHACKS! Pixie was sobbing so hard that she could barely catch her breath. He lifted her off his lap and stood her right next to Jules in the corner. “Now…don’t you two move or make a sound,” he said and then walked out of the room.
Jules and Pixie stood side by side with their red throbbing bottoms. Pixie reached back to feel. It was HOT! And her skin was rough. She had never experienced anything like it before. The two girls looked at each other. Pixie’s eyes were swollen. Jules felt horrible for her. She knew it wasn’t over, and the worst was yet to come.
The Dreaded Lickin Stick
Jules’ Daddy stepped back into the office. He walked over to his desk and picked up the Lickin Stick. Both girls were as still as they could be in the corner.
“Turn around,” he said.
They obeyed immediately. Jules put her head down when she saw what was in his hand. Pixie saw Jules’ reaction and stated to whimper.
“Come here,” he said calmly.
Both girls walked over to him.
He took their hands and walked them out of the room and up the steps. He led them into Jules’ room and stood them in front of the bed. “Juliette,” he said, “You know the position.” Jules held her tummy, which felt like it had just dropped out of her body, and got up on the bed, kneeled, laid her forearms flat, and raised her bottom in the air.
Pixie was panic-stricken. She had no idea what was about to happen, but she knew it was bad. “Please, Uncle Mike…I swear I learned my lesson! Please don’t spank me with that thing!” she pleaded.
Jules knew exactly how she felt. She also knew that all the begging in the world would never detract her Daddy from carrying out a punishment.
“I’m sorry, honey, but Uncle Mike needs to teach you a lesson about lying,” he answered. “You deserve this, don’t you?”
Pixie dropped her head in shame. She knew she deserved it. She knew what she did was wrong.
“Now,” he continued, “I want you right next to your cousin, in the same position.”
Pixie grudgingly did as she was told and got up on the bed. The two girls side by side with their red sore bottoms in the air.
“Jules…hold your cousin’s hands,” he said.
Jules reached over and squeezed Pixie’s quivering hands.
“Now,” he started as he pulled each one of their pajama bottoms down, followed by their panties, “if either of you budge, we start over. Is that clear?”
Both girls nodded.
He placed the Lickin Stick on Juliette’s bottom. She felt the coldness of it but knew soon enough she would feel only the heat. “When I ground you from sweets, young lady—” he said as he reached back and delivered the first stingy blow to Juliette’s bottom. SMACK! Jules let out a SCREECH! Pixie’s whole body jolted. “I expect you to obey. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jules answered in a quivering voice.
“And YOU,” he began as he stepped behind Pixie’s bottom, laying the Lickin Stick against it, “I’m very disappointed in you.” With that he reached back with the stick and brought it down hard against Pixie’s bottom. SMACK! Pixie YELPED at the top of her lungs! She had never felt anything like that before. It was horrid. The sting of it lingered well after the smack. A red mark in the shape of the stick began to form on her bottom. She could hardly catch her breath.
“I trusted you honey,” he added. “You let your Uncle Mike down.” With that Pixie’s lip started to tremble and tears began to well up in her eyes. She loved her Uncle Mike and never meant to hurt him. She felt horrible.
He continued to spank each of them, giving each a swat at a relatively slow pace, scolding them the entire time.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The girls whaled and pleaded for him to stop, but he didn’t. He was determined to teach them a lesson they would never forget. After about five swats each, he picked up the pace. The girls squeezed each other hands, and the bed quilt below them was soaked with tears.
“I never, EVER want to revisit this issue again with you two. Is that clear?”
“YES, DADDY! YES, UNCLE MIKE!” the girls screamed out in unison.
He alternated between the girls at a rapid pace, giving them no time to catch their breath.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The girls cries grew louder and stronger. He delivered the final four blows, two for each girl. Finally, he stopped.
The girls’ bottoms looked like modern art — beautiful shades of pink and red, with different shaped designs and markings with Pixie’s looking far worse than her cousin’s. Both girls were crying full heartedly, unable to catch their breath. He gave them a few seconds to pull themselves together.
“Stand up,” he said. They stepped down off the bed, carefully pulled their pajama bottoms up as their bottoms were on fire, and turned to him. Their eyes were as red and swollen as their bottoms. “I’m sorry I had to do that, but I love you both too much to let you get away with that behavior. Don’t do it again,” he said in a stern but compassionate voice.
They both nodded their heads, unable to speak. He pulled them both in and gave them a huge, long hug.
“Okay,” he said, “it’s bedtime.” He pulled down the covers and both girls hopped in the bed. Jules knew to lie on her belly but Pixie didn’t. Once her backside hit the bed, she jumped up. Her Uncle smirked at her. “That’s right young lady…let that serve as a reminder. Never lie to Uncle Mike again.”
“Yes, sir,” Pixie responded meekly. She slowly turned onto her belly.
He gave them each a kiss on the cheek. Tomorrow…if you’re good…I’ll take you to the St. Mary’s Carnival,” he added as he headed toward the door.
A smiled formed on their tear-stained faces.
“Goodnight,” he said as he turned off the light. “I love you both.”
“Goodnight, Daddy…I love you,” Jules exclaimed.
“Goodnight, Uncle Mike,” Pixie added. “I love you too.”