I smiled as he placed a Barbie plate and utensils in front of me, along with a napkin. Once the table was set, he pulled the food out of the bag and said, “Okay. Here is your spaghetti and meatballs. I also got you a side of fresh asparagus.” He placed both containers on my plate.
I was about to pick up my fork to eat when he said, “Wait! I forgot something!” He got up from the table and went into my bedroom. When he came back, I could see he was holding two things. He placed one down on the table. It was a clear cup with a punch of colorful polka dots and it had a crazy straw in it. I loved it!
Then I felt him strap something around my neck. I looked down to see that it was a baby bib that read, Daddy’s Little Girl. I liked my baby bib, but I didn’t want him to know. He filled my cup and his with milk, put the milk in the refrigerator, and then sat back down.
“We’re ready to eat now,” he said, picking up his beef sandwich and taking a bite.
I picked up my fork and just looked at it. It was a little chunkier than any of my forks and it was made out of rubber. I inspected it for another minute and decided I could use it to eat with.
The spaghetti and meatballs were very tasty. The asparagus… not so much.
“Honey, why don’t you try eating some of your asparagus?” Robert said, noticing that I wasn’t touching it.
“No! I don’t wanna,” I said, taking another bite of spaghetti.
“Young lady, you need to eat your vegetables. They’ll make you big and strong.”
“No. I’m already big and strong enough,” I said, putting my fork down and crossing my arms over my chest. I don’t know what possessed me to do this. I just did not want to eat that icky tasting asparagus.
“Young lady, you are walking on thin ice. If you don’t eat your asparagus, I’ll have to punish you,” he said sternly.
“No! You aren’t the boss of me!” I screamed and kicked his leg as hard as I could underneath the table.
Robert didn’t even flinch as my foot hit his leg, but it had to have hurt him. The only reason I could tell he was angry was because there was a vein on the top of his head that looked like it was going to bust out of his head.
“Alright, baby girl, the asparagus can wait, but that bottom of yours can’t. Come over here,” he said, pushing his chair back.
I froze. I hadn’t meant for this to happen! I hated asparagus, but I didn’t want a spanking! What if he was harder on me tonight than he had been before? I couldn’t take much more than what he had given me last time.
“I’m waiting, Juliana.”
I looked up at him and he had a very stony expression on his face. Crap! He’s pissed!
On shaky legs, I stood and walked over to him. When I got close enough, he spun me around, unbuttoned the drop seat of my pajamas, and then pulled me so I fell onto his lap. I didn’t have any time to think about what was going to happen before my spanking started.
Smack! “You. Will. Eat. Your. Vegetables.”
“Owie! Daddy, I’m sorry!” I shouted, trying to wiggle my bottom away from the slaps he kept raining down on me. I hoped that my saying sorry would make him stop, but it didn’t appear to be working. He kept spanking me. My bottom was starting to heat up at the continued spanking. His hand didn’t miss a single part of my bottom and the room was full of the sounds of his bare hand meeting my bare skin.
Smack! “You will listen to me, because I’m trying to take care of you.” He kept talking, and alternating where each set of slaps hit my bottom and upper thighs.
Once again, I wondered if his hand was made out of metal. Each spank left an indescribable feeling. I felt myself begin to cry, not only because of the spanking, but just because of the humiliation. I was naked, bent over my daddy’s lap, and he was smacking my bottom. He could see everything. Why didn’t I just eat that damn asparagus?!
“I’m… s-sorry! I’ll eat… asparagus… d-daddy!” I sobbed, hoping that my promise would end my punishment. At the rate that he was spanking me, I wouldn’t be able to sit down tomorrow!
He finally stopped spanking me and helped me stand up in front of him, but I was still sobbing as he said, “Juliana, I want you to go stand in that corner while I reheat our dinners.” He pointed to the corner that was on the far right side in the kitchen.
I bowed my head in shame. This wasn’t how I’d wanted our first role playing time to go. It’s all that stupid asparagus’s fault, I decided as I walked over to the corner and put my head in it.
I was just about to try and reattach the drop seat to my pajamas when Robert called out, “Don’t even think about touching that red bottom or pulling up your pajamas.”