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Finally, back at home, no more working outside of it, so today was the day that Daddy decided I'd been getting a bit too big for my panties being outside of his influence for the majority of the day and that ...clearly ... I needed some straightening out!
I may have gotten a more gentle reminder of my place had I not brought my notes for the meeting with the "F" word scrawled on it.
The "Absolutely no swearing" rule means in writing, too.
In the middle of the meeting he told me to refill our coffees. While I was in the kitchen he came up behind me and pulled my shorts down to my knees. He gave me a few swats and then did the one thing that would ensure my compliance and obedience immediately - he bent me over and put his cock in my bum. After a few minutes of attempting-to-adjust agony, he stopped and informed me that he thought a bit of ginger would be a stronger reminder.
As I waited there, bent over, light-headed from the endorphins and adrenaline, he peeled the piece of ginger and carved it into a perfect butt plug.
He took his cock and entered me again, this time in the proper place, and at the same time inserted the ginger all the way into my tender nether place. Normally, I wouldn't be afforded such a kindness - especially during a place reminding punishment - but it has been a REALLY long time since I'd been figged.
I wriggled and cried, which just made Daddy hotter and more vigorous in his "reminding".
After, I went to the bathroom with the strict mandate to make sure I put that ginger plug all the way back before returning.
Well, *I* thought I'd done a good enough job!!
Apparently, when the little knob sticking through the fabric of my shorts was seen to stick out just a bit further than when I'd gone in, Daddy took this as a defiance and an attempt to get out of my punishment.
An offense as bad as trying to bargain my way out of discipline.
He pushed me against the wall and pushed the ginger all the way back in. Scolding me the whole time.
As I trembled and shook from both the exertion and the searing pain in my very tight and now well loved hole, I couldn't believe my ears when he ordered me back to the meeting to finish our discussion.
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| No blessed "time out" in this manner for me today!! |
He also warned (and unlocked that psychological door ) that " From now on... any breach of the rules or misbehavior would be met with a hard dose of his belt - even if he had to lock us in the bathroom for ten minutes" to administer my punishment.
(Ack!)
As I sat there, listening to Daddy talk about the business, the plan and various financials, the fire in my tender bottom raged. I'm a toe curler and there happened to be a pair of socks on the floor under the desk and I held them in a death grip to keep me grounded and in control. My arms began to quiver as I strategically sat, trying desperately to keep my bottom off the chair. I eventually lost that battle and gasped and winced from the waves of sting that coursed through me.
When all was said and done, I was excused to return back to my office upstairs. Daddy messaged me a while later to say that I'd better not even ask to remove that ginger until dinner or it will be kept there until bedtime!
For those of you not familiar with figging, take it from me - it is a very effective way to put a sassy little girl in her humble place very quickly - and keep her there as long as required!
Here's a helpful little infographic for you:
Until next time ....................................
