Story: Baby girl is punished in the park   
      
   I slid on my pretty sundress, all lacy and white and, turning to the   
   mirror I admired how it clung to my body. The material was thin and soft   
   against my skin, picking up the color of my eyes, making them flash   
   almost amber in the light. My hair was freshly washed, long down my back   
   and drying into soft ringlets, the smell of strawberries lingering. I   
   tied the green satin ribbon slowly, letting my mind wander over its   
   significance. Daddy had given it to me, the day we met. He said it was   
   to show His interest in me, I loved it like nothing I had ever owned   
   before, and it was the last thing I ever truly owned, because now He   
   owned my heart, soul, mind, and body, completely. I did not need   
   anything but my submission to Him; I lived to please Him. I hurried my   
   fingers, knowing He would be home soon, and it was a very special day:   
   today was the anniversary of the day I signed myself over to Him and   
   took an Oath to serve Him forever, in all ways.   
      
   I had packed a picnic and I hurried now, hearing the car in the   
   driveway, not wanting to keep Him waiting for even one second. It was my   
   duty to always be ready for him in all ways, so I snatched up the picnic   
   basket and flew out the door. As I ran down the driveway, the pretty   
   white dress bounced to my thighs. I could see immediately that He was   
   pleased I had worn it, His smile of pleasure made me ache with love for   
   Him. I slid into the car and before I could even greet him, he leaned   
   over, grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face into His for a hard kiss,   
   biting at my lips. I groaned and squirmed in my seat, panty-less, I was   
   afraid I would dampen my dress. He pushed my head back suddenly; hand   
   still tight in my hair,   
      
   His voice husky with pleasure, he said "Mmmmm my sweet baby girl,   
   looking so beautiful for her Daddy, pull you dress up baby doll, show me   
   My cunt"   
      
   I moaned softly, sliding the dress up over my knees, higher across my   
   thighs and tugging it from under my bum, I pulled it up around my hips,   
   baring my body to Him; His body. He tapped my knees, reminding me to   
   slide my legs apart for him, I moved quickly, spreading so wide, leaning   
   back on the seat so I might rock my hips out, my cunt lifted. He grabbed   
   my leg, tugging it over his, and then slowly backed from the driveway. I   
   whimpered as he drove one handed, the shifter between my legs. The   
   gearshift pressed into my thigh and His hand stroked my body slowly,   
   absently, fingernails digging in as He drove.   
      
   "I hope my little girl remembered to plug her ass like her Daddy told   
   her to. You did remember melissa, didn't you?" He asked suddenly.   
      
   He had only to look at the color leaving my face to know that, in my   
   haste I had forgotten! I dropped my jaw, lips parting with a whimper, as   
   a tear traced down my cheek in shame. I did not even bother to ask   
   forgiveness, I could not forgive myself for my neglect of His   
   instructions. I knew He would not forgive me, either. He left me to sit   
   in silence for the rest of the drive, and I could tell by the way His   
   jaw muscled tensed now and again, that my failure had upset Him. I felt   
   like crying.   
      
   He drove to the park. I was really a secluded area - a former schoolyard   
   - and now grown over with weeds, the fence high and covered with thick   
   ivy. It was beautiful in its wildness. The old playground equipment   
   still sat, unused for so long. I loved it here, because here I could be   
   His pretty baby girl in the park. He would push me on the swings, and   
   let me go down the slide. Here was where we played and I loved it when   
   Daddy brought me here.   
      
   He said nothing about the plug and for a minute it worried more than if   
   He had yelled at me or lectured me. I knew that it would not be excused,   
   but I soon forgot about it as we walked into the park, my eyes bright to   
   see it once again. There was the old merry-go-round with the high wooden   
   rails, slightly wobbly as it spins, but so much fun when Daddy pushes   
   me. The slides, and the swings! I loved them all. I loved any place   
   Daddy took me, but especially here because when I had become Daddy's   
   baby girl three years ago, this was the first place that He brought me   
   for our games. It was semi-public and I remember being so scared that   
   first time! But he had held my hand the whole time, and kissed me and   
   told me how much he loved taking his baby out. His strength and loving   
   words had soothed and healed me inside and I knew I was safe and loved.   
      
   I carried the basket I had worked all day on. It contained all of   
   Daddy's favorite things to eat; His fancy cheeses, and fruit all cut   
   into perfect sizes, and even a bottle of His favorite wine. The basket   
   swung easily in my hand and I carried a blanket over my other arm. I   
   went to spread the blanket under his favorite tree; an old apple tree   
   with new blossoms that gave off the most amazing smell.   
      
   Laying the blanket out, I looked up, my eyes flying wide to see Him   
   taking something from the truck. I knew what it was, and that knowledge   
   put a fear in me I cannot describe, the urge to cry swelled my throat   
   and made my eyes water. My hands started to shake, and for a minute I   
   forgot what I was doing. The knowledge of what was coming at Daddy's   
   drew me to a place I was not sure I wished to go and I only snapped back   
   to reality when his boots crushed the weeds, stopping beside me. The   
   amusement faded from His eyes when he saw the mess I was making with my   
   attempts to fold out the blanket. He shook his head and whispered, "Ohhh   
   baby, look at you, you're a messy girl...so sloppy! First the plug, now   
   the blanket, what ever will I do with my naughty girl?" I hated when he   
   whispered, it never meant anything good, and I looked down to see that   
   the blanket was getting badly creased as my mind wandered. Something he   
   hates! He carried the bag over - he called it his emergency good-girl   
   first aid kit - and now he chuckled darkly at the look on my face.   
      
   His eyes scanned around and I knew he found his answer as his eyes fell   
   on that old merry-go-round. I followed his gaze further to the building   
   where the caretaker had neglected to wrap up the sprinkler; my brow   
   furrowed trying to puzzle out what he was going to do, as he walked over   
   dragging it closer to that old wooden playground equipment. This was one   
   of the things I loved and, at the same time feared, most about My daddy;   
   He could improvise a punishment, or pleasure, from just about anything   
   at hand.   
      
   "Come, melissa." He said, as He patted his thigh lightly, the bag in His   
   other hand.   
      
   Quickly I rose from the grass, my hazel eyes full of fear and   
   anticipation, part of me wanting to get it over with, part of me so   
   scared. I could tell he was mad in that calm Daddy way that shows his   
      
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