Atoning

Kelly sat in her Father's lap while sniffling and hiccupping. Phil held her and was giving thanks for the breakthrough. Kelly promised She'd be a good girl from now on. Phil told her that promises are like piecrusts; easily made, easily broken. He knew that this was only the beginning, and so started telling his daughter a story:

"Once there was a boy, a very mischievous boy who was no stranger to trouble. His Father decided that a heart-to-heart talk with his son was in order. Being a better communicator Than I, he convinced the boy that he was on the wrong path of life. The boy agreed and repented. The Father however knew that it would take a lot more than just a talk to convince the boy not to stray. He made a deal with his son, the details of which are not important here. He also knew that his son would need a visual stimulant."

Here Phil looked down and saw that Kelly was listening to every word, which tickled the cockles of his heart to know that she, was interested in the story. He resumed.

"So they went down to the basement, got a box of large nails and a hammer. They went to backyard and the Father started to hammer nails into the fence. All the while for each nail naming an offense his son committed. He handed the hammer & nails to his son and told him to finish. After awhile there were about 125 nails in the fence. He told the boy every time you mess up, put a nail into the fence, every time you do something good take a nail out.

Old habits die hard, for a while the boy was putting more nails in than taking nails out. Soon however the trend shifted, more nails out than went in. Eventually only nails coming out were the norm. One day he pulled out the last nail. The boy was proud of himself and went and got his Father. "Look Dad, no nails." The boy proudly proclaimed.

His Father put his arm around his shoulder and said:

"Yes son but look at the fence. Do you see how the holes have marred the fence? See the splinters and cracks caused by the nails. In order to repair the fence you need to apply wood putty, then to sand the wood, then apply primer and finally a new coat of paint. That fence represented you and your reputation. One bad act takes a long time and lots of effort to erase the damage."

"Are we going to put nails in the fence? "Kelly asked.

"No Hon, that's not what I have planned. You did surrender to me. Do you mean it or was it a gesture to get me to quit talking?"

Phil asked that knowing full well she wouldn't or couldn't admit to it.

"Yeah, I do surrender. What are you going to do?" Kelly was concerned remembering his threat to blister her butt.

"Not what I'm going to do but rather what you're going to do."

"Whatta mean?"

"No matter what we decide, you have to choose to accept. I won't force you to do anything. For you to learn and remember, you must face the consequences of your actions. Martin Luther, the great church reformer once said: " Confession and atonement is like taking a good healthy sh...poop. Once done you feel clean inside." Tell me, how do you feel about yourself right now?"

"Really dirty"

"If you can accept the atonements I prescribe at the end of twelve days and ready to go back to school, you'll be a clean person. I mean clean at heart, soul and spirit. You'll be free from guilt, and guilt stunts growth and eats at your soul. When you're tempted you will have an anchor to cling to as you resist. However you must want it. I can punish you and you'd only resent me, and do things behind my back. If you submit willingly with understanding that I only want to make you a better person, then you will become a better person. A daughter I can be proud of. I can guide you, but you must want it. You must want the cleansing. You must want to atone."

Phil didn't know it but when he said he could be proud of her, she took it that he, at that time wasn't proud of her and that hurt.

Phil looked Kelly in the eye as he explained. Kelly 's mouth was acting like a goldfish, gaping open but no sound coming forth.

"I want you to go to your room and think about it. I'll be getting dinner ready. I'll call you when it's time. We'll talk then."

Kelly nodded, got up and went to the refrigerator, grabbed a coke and left. Phil thought to himself; "She has a lot to learn."

An hour and a half later Phil called Kelly for dinner. He made her favorites, hot buffalo chicken wings, tater tots, and a salad. For desert He served chocolate cake with French vanilla ice cream. Phil thought that since she'd repented and surrendered, she deserved a good meal. He did wonder if she accepted the concept of atonement. If she didn't he'd have to be ever watchful and could never really trust her. If she did accept, the world would be open to her. In his heart he was pleading to God for her submission.

They ate in silence except for Kelly's little squeals of pleasure while eating.

"Well Hon, what did you decide?"

"I have to pull out those nails and then fix the fence. I want that healthy poop." She giggled with that one. "What do you think should be the first nail?"

" Your first nail is the disrespect you've shown so many people, me included. I'll give you a bedtime spanking every night for the next twelve nights. With me, that will pull the nail and fix the fence. But for your teachers and Mr. Collins, your principal, I think you need to apologize to them."

Kelly caught her self before she said what she thought and simply nodded her head.

"There at school, during the classes you disrupted." Phil Said.

"Daddy do I have to? Can't I just call them? Or write them a note?"

"That would take out the nail, wouldn't you want to go all the way to primer with just one act?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"And one other thing. Yeah is not in the dictionary. From now on it's yes sir/no sir or Ma'am as the case may be."

"Yeah okay, eh sorry Yes sir."

Phil looked down at his daughter and beamed, he got his Kelly back. He hugged her and she hugged back basking in his love.

Phil sent her to her room to study and go over all the lessons she'd missed. He told her he'd be up at ten to give her what she needed.

Kelly had trouble concentrating on her books. Tomorrow she would humiliate herself in front of her friends and teachers. She knew she had to do it but hated the very idea. Too in a few hours she'd be getting a spanking. Daddy never spanked her before. Mom swatted her a couple of times but a spanking? All she knew is that it'd hurt. She had classmates who talk about getting spankings. One of them said she did things on purpose just so she'd get spanked. She preferred her Father since he hit harder and really put her butt on fire. Kelly thought that was weird and sick. Kelly knew that something had to happen to relieve her of the guilt that was building in her, but a spanking? In her mind, Kelly debated the need for what so many considered abuse.

She'd look at the clock and it seems that time was flying. As if some cosmic being wanted to see her comeuppance and speeded up time to enjoy the coming scene. Kelly was nervous as she took a bath. She dropped the soap. Washed the same places twice. She noticed her hands trembling. Then, a new sensation descended on her, a fluttering in her tummy, a tingling in her crotch, moistness in her vagina.

She put on her favorite bedtime t-shirt, the long one with Tweety bird. She grabbed a pair of white cotton panties. She sat on the bed and thought about what she got her self into. She also thought of how Daddy was helping her get out.

"Kelly."

Her thoughts came to a sudden halt as she jerked her head up to look unto her Fathers concerned face.

"Are you ready Hon?"

Kelly could barely get her mouth to work. It was an effort for her to say in a near whisper; "Yes sir."

Her Father sat next to her and put his arms around her and said; "You're making me very proud. There's more to you than I thought."

He then guided her over his lap and lifted the hem of the long nightshirt and pushed it past the small of her back. He then took the waistband of her panties and drew them down to her knees. Kelly gasped as she felt her underwear being removed.

"Are you sure you want this? Cause once I start I won't stop until I feel you've had enough."

Kelly responded with "uh -huh."

Phil started lightly patting a circuit around her buttocks. He wanted to ease her into the pain. Pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat.

Kelly was confused, this was supposed to hurt, and except for the embarrassing position this wasn't too bad.

After the second round, Phil increased the force. Slap slap slap slap slap slap.

Kelly was starting to feel it, her bottom was getting warm and she started to squirm.

Now Phil started the spanking in earnest, he was now smacking those plump cheeks. Where once there was white flesh, the color turned from light red to apple red.

Kelly was now crying, legs kicking and arms thrashing.

Smack smack smack whack whack slap smack smack whack. Phil's hand was starting to smart, but he wouldn't stop until Kelly quit fighting.

Phil saw Kelly's slit as she kicked up and down and side to side. Memories of warm slick pussies flooded his mind. He remembered the first time he had sex. He was only thirteen and the girl eleven. He savored thinking about how sweet it was.

Twisting and turning, head bobbing, arms pushing from the floor, Kelly could do nothing to stop the hand from playing butt bongos but she kept moving, if for no other reason than to keep her hands from covering her tush.

Phil kept smacking those apple red cheeks and wished she'd stop struggling, when she stopped he'd stop.

Smack smack smack smack whack whack smack whack slap slap.

Kelly was exhausted and gave up. She lay there for a moment before she realized that her Father had stopped. She felt the sting in her bottom and the heat flooding her pelvis. She also felt his hand rubbing the sting out of behind. He stood her up and held her close while still rubbing. He whispered " It's all right it's over, you're forgiven."

Those words were magic to her ears. She was forgiven she felt....cleaner.

Kelly did the spanked girl dance of shifting her weight from foot to foot. From standing on her tip toes to doing knee bends. While she was doing this dance Phil kept rubbing and whispering to her that all was now right with the world.

Kelly looked up to face him and saw tears trickling down his cheeks. Kelly calmed down and was hiccupping and sniffling when she lifted her head to whisper in his ear; "Thank you Daddy, I know I have more to go and you don't want to do this to me."

"Daddy, I'm soooo soorrrryyy."