Image Impressions #1 ~ "Dish Dread"

While I do recount personal experiences in this blog, the "Image Impressions" series is designed to example what I imagine might have happened to lead to what we see in the image posted. 

Oh, the dreaded daily chores...

I imagine very few of us "Taken In Hand" girls has not experienced a chastisement at the hands of our Daddy for not doing our chores during the day. Chores aren't reserved for teenagers. If only! All productive and efficient girls MUST have a list of tasks and duties that are to be done if the household is going to run like a well-oiled machine. Oh, we're good about doing them the first couple days but then it gets old pretty quickly - Seriously, who wants to do chores when there are so much more FUN things we could be doing with our time? 

The minute I saw this image, I knew I had to write about it. I've been in this position before, myself. The dishwasher konked out so every single day there were piles of dishes to be done before bed. Maybe there wouldn't have been as many if I didn't like to cook so much! Thankfully, I'm now blessed with all state-of-the-art appliances so my chores go by fairly quickly each day. But as I write this there is a huge pile of laundry in the Master bathroom that I've just not had the heart to get to this week. What I'm about to write could all too easily be transferred to not doing the laundry chore, rather than the not doing the dishes chore so I think I'll go throw a load in after I write this! Just for trivia's sake - this story speaks directly to my rule #3 (Do my chores) & #11 (No touching myself without permission )- I think it should be EVER, but that's just me! ;) 

        Josie lounged around for way too long. After making the bed in the morning she opted to lie down and engage in some  <ahem> "impure thoughts and behavior" rather than tackle getting the house in order. Her "to do" list was longer than her arm, it seemed, and she had no desire to "dig in" and get anything done. But, she knew Daddy wouldn't leave her to her own devices for much longer. He'd been downstairs working in his office for most of the morning. She could hear him on the phone in one of his "meetings" so she knew she'd be safe enough to enjoy her morning romp, alone.
        She was about fifteen minutes into it when she heard Daddy's booming voice waft up the staircase to the second floor.

        "Josie! What are you doing up there?!" He called up. "It's ten o clock and I expect to finally have breakfast... soon! You'd better have tidied up that bedroom by now or you'll be doing it with a well-paddled ass!"

        "Coming Daddy!" She started, as she pulled up her panties and jeans and smoothed out the bed cover. She opened the door, hoping Daddy wouldn't notice her flushed face, and started down the stairs.

        She found him in the kitchen. He was just standing there with his hands on his hips - and an exasperated look on his face. Josie moved past him toward the coffee maker where he'd left his cup. A silent command, if you will, to fill it.

        "You were supposed to have had these dishes done before going to bed last night, missy, so why aren't they done?" Daddy asked.

        As she turned to get the cream from the refrigerator, he noticed her "agitated" state and inquired why she was so jittery this morning. He knew. He'd seen that appearance before - but generally after he'd grabbed and fucked her without a word as she was busy with something else. Or, especially, after a long, exhaustive, building in intensity session of getting her butt whipped.

        "I was just getting to it, Sir. I promise. What would you like for breakfast?" Josie asked innocently.

        "I don't think so," Daddy began, knowing a diversionary question when he heard one. "Put that down and get over here."

        She was busted. Flat out busted. One of the (dis)advantages of being married for a while was that Daddy knew all her tricks and tells.

        Without saying anything in protest, there'd be no point anyway, she walked over and stood before him with her arms behind her back.

        "You better not have been doing what I think you've been doing, young lady, or this is NOT going to be a good day for you, at all." Daddy stated matter-of-factly. "Get those pants down. Panties, too."

        Josie complied, jeans to the ankle and panties to the knees as was the mandate, even knowing what the outcome would be. If she protested it would be the same as admitting she was just upstairs playing with herself, breaking a huge and forbidden-act rule. She bit her lip. Daddy reached down and confirmed what he already knew.

        "Oh, you dirty little whore..." He began, in a very low, measured and serious tone. "How dare you behave in such a blatantly slutty way in this house. You're very lucky I have another meeting in a few minutes but we are definitely going to address this defiance when I'm finished working."

        "I'm sorry Daddy! I know I shouldn't have I just couldn't help myself!" Josie pleaded.

        "I don't want to hear it - there is NO excuse you can come up with that will get you out of the punishment you have coming. You're going to learn to help yourself if I have to beat your ass black and blue!" He then growled sharply, "Don't you even look at me. Eyes down where they belong!" He punctuated these last words with some very well placed slaps to the front of Josie's thighs, making her both comply and swallow hard. There was practically no other rule that would warrant such disappointment and severity, than any that hinted at sexual impropriety.

        "Now for the matter of the undone chores ...." He continued scolding, "...which now I know why they weren't done .... we're going to take care of that right now!"

        He stomped off toward the counter and pulled out a heavy metal spatula from the utensil drawer and stomped back as Josie stood staring at the floor and sniffling.

        "Bend over the table. Let's go. Hurry up." Daddy commanded. "This is just a prelude of what you can expect as punishment later for your slutty behavior, too. You're going to learn to obey your rules one way or another!"

        Josie lay her head and chest on the small dining table in the kitchen. It was almost the right height for her hips to nestle in and take the weight off her feet, she had to stand on tiptoes so the table could support her torso ... and leave her legs nearly at a dangle. Daddy walked up behind her and angrily ripped her crumpled jeans from her legs. He adjusted her hips and legs roughly - normally a command he would give to ensure her compliance and cooperation to the discipline - but he was just as angry that he couldn't carry out a full punishment for her transgressions as he was for the disobedience, itself.

         [THWAP!]
         The "ting" of the metal against tautly stretched bottom-skin echoed through the kitchen.
        [THWAP!]                                 [THWAP!]                              [THWAP!]

         Measured spanks fell mostly on the more tender sit-spot and thigh tops of Josie's pinkening behind. Sometimes, that *beat* in between spanks was a relief, sometimes it just served to give her another second or two to let the remorse and piteousness of her situation escalate.

        "When you have a chore to be done you DO it!" Daddy scolded.
        [THWAP!]                                [THWAP!]                                   [THWAP!]
         He continued his verbal chastisement, "You're going to do those dishes  [THWAP!] and you're going to do them [THWAP!] with your panties staying DOWN.
        [THWAP!]                               [THWAP!]                                    [THWAP!]
Clearly, you're getting a bit too big for your britches if you thought you'd get away with the stunt you pulled this morning!" [THWAP!]

        Josie was having a REALLY hard time staying in position by this point. Her little feet-flutters turned into a full-fledged, feet off the floor kicking to try and assuage the sting.

        "Please Daddy! No more! I'll do it! I'm sorry! I promise I'll do them all! I swear!", Josie cried. There were tears, but not that were spilling down her cheeks ... like she knew there would be later that evening.

        "Oh, I know you will. I'm going to make sure of it."
        [THWAP!]                              [THWAP!]                                  [THWAP!]

        Daddy stopped whacking her with the spatula and walked over to throw it in the sink.

        "Make sure THAT is sparkling clean as well or I'll be using it again!" He grumbled.

        Josie knew better than to get up off the table until she was given permission to. She lay there desperate to rub her swollen and stinging bum, but rubbing was forbidden, too.

        Daddy stood over her and rubbed his hand over the raised splotches on her bottom and thighs.
        "Don't you dare fucking move..." He ordered as he walked from the kitchen to his office. A moment later he came back with the thick, delran cane he kept there -as the office was mostly the placed he used it on her. As soon as she saw it she gasped in horror and started sobbing again.

        She raised up on her hands, not breaking position *technically*, and shrieked, "PLEASE DADDY! Please don't cane me, too!!! I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

       The insolence, given that she wasn't really being punished for just not doing the dishes - she was facing a most severe ass-busting when Daddy was done with work - took Daddy by surprise.

        "Right. You've got a lot of nerve, little girl. DOWN!" He barked with a dismayed tone.

        [SWISH-CRACK]

        "OWWWWWWWW!" Josie yelped.

         "ENOUGH!" Daddy snapped. "Not a SOUND from you or we will start OVER!"

       Josie whimpered, but absolutely obeyed.

        "Eleven more, girl. You've earned them so you take them!" He reasoned.

         [SWISH-CRACK]
        Josie shuddered and groaned, but she didn't cry out.
         [SWISH-CRACK]
     
         [SWISH-CRACK]

         [SWISH-CRACK]

         [SWISH-CRACK]

        Now she was crying, for real. The inability to express the breath-stealing pain from each stroke was proving to be too much. Daddy understood this. It wasn't going to make him stop, but he took a moment to reinforce why she deserved every lick of that cane.

        "Get yourself together, young lady, you are not going to like it if we have to start the twelve over again!" Daddy chided.
         [SWISH-CRACK]
         "When you don't do your job it makes MY job harder." He continued.
         [SWISH-CRACK]
        "I have to stop what I'm fucking doing to punish you..."
         [SWISH-CRACK]
        "...to make sure you're taught the lesson you so obviously need!"
         [SWISH-CRACK]
        "If I have to interrupt my day one more time..."
         [SWISH-CRACK]
        "you'll find yourself right back here getting this dozen over again plus two dozen more!"
         [SWISH-CRACK]
        "Do you understand me, missy?" Daddy queried as he set the cane down beside Josie's head, which was buried deep in her folded arms as she sobbed pitifully.
        [SMACK] "I didn't hear you!" He warned as his hand found where the last stroke had landed.

      "Yes Sir, Daddy..." She offered weakly.

       "Good." Daddy acknowledged. "Now take a minute to get yourself sorted and get those dishes done. I'd better not see those panties anywhere but down until I say otherwise, either. We have a long day ahead, it seems, and you're not going to want to give me any reason to add to what you've got coming."

        He left her sobbing, melted across the table, and walked back into his office, closing the door. As soon as he did so Josie broke out in a fresh wave of audible sobs and whimpers. She lightly caressed the raised stripes on her battered bottom and let herself think, for only a moment, what Daddy would possibly do to her for her indiscretion this morning.

        She was soooooooooooo tempted. So tempted to let the fingers that were soothing the throbbing welts on her bum make their way to the smooth, shaved mound still pressing into the table edge.

        But ..... it would have to remain a temptation. The thought was enough.

        She hobbled to the sink and turned on the faucet.

        Yes, a long day ahead, indeed.

~xo