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HITCHHIKER [ part 10 ] Amanda was sitting on Wendy’s bed, her hands in her lap and her head bowed, she was, again, quite naked. “So, young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?” I said seating myself beside her. “I’m sorry daddy John, I know you’re not really angry with me, but mummy says that if I’m naughty I should be punished.” She looked up at me, “And you did say that I was naughty didn’t you?” She had snuggled up to me while she was speaking and I found I had my arm around her shoulder. “Yes, I did. But you did help me downstairs didn’t you?” I could feel her nod her head, “You do know I feel awkward about this. Before I met you I’ve never though about striking a child . . . a certain woman perhaps, but never a kid.” “That’s stupid daddy John.” Amanda said pulling away from me. “It isn’t a matter of striking a child, it’s punishing a wayward child who knows they’ve done wrong. If there was no punishment then children would run amok, without punishment they would be uncontrollable. Just think what would happen if that kept on?” I didn’t have to imagine this, there’s too much evidence around already. “So you’re telling me that I should punish you to preserve mankind?” She giggled at that, so I sighed, “Okay Amanda, you have been very naughty. Now if I was to smack you do you think you’d be able to control your hands?” She looked at me and slowly shook her head. “I don’t think so daddy John.” She said. “Okay, now go and get your collar.” I said to her and she turned to go out of the room, before stopping and slowly turning back to me. “Uhh, daddy John. I’ve got something to confess.” She said softly “I’m not a priest Amanda, but you can tell me anything.” I said smiling. She seemed to be close to tears, but she managed to control herself. “Daddy John, I lied to you earlier . . . I hadn’t, haven’t, lost the collar. I left it in your room.” She ran to me and hid her face in my chest. “I’m sorry daddy John.” She started to sob. What could I do with her? I held her close and patted her back saying, “That’s alright Amanda, I knew you hadn’t, you liked it too much to lose it. Now go on, run and get it because now I have another reason to punish you.” She looked up at me and then shook her head. “Daddy John! You tricked me!” She accused me. I put an expression of astonishment on my face. “I did? . . . really! Well I don’t know! Now go and get your collar, you’ll be needing it!” I turned her around and sent her to the door with a swat on her backside. I swear she gave a giggle as she ran away from me. She returned a few minutes later with her collar firmly placed around her neck. I nodded to her, pleased at the way she held herself — thinking about it, with the collar placed as it was she couldn’t help but keep her head upright. “Now Amanda, place yourself over my lap please.” I said to the girl, she did so and then looked back at me. “Aren’t you going to tie my hands together?” She asked me. “No! You’re going to promise not to move your hands while I’m spanking you!” I told her gently. “But what if I do?” She asked me, “Will you punish me for that?” I smiled, “No, I’ll stop tying you up!” And sharply brought my hand down on her behind. She gave a small gasp and then a sigh as I gently rubbed it for her, she started to push her bottom up into my hand I quickly pulled back and delivered another two sharp smacks onto her flesh, before rubbing her again. She had started to move her hands but was able to stop herself before they progressed too far. I bent down and whispered into her ear, “Well done Amanda, I’m proud of you.” “Thank you daddy.” She said softly I started to alternate between hitting her and lightly stroking her, hearing her mew with pleasure. I lost count of the number of times I hit her, I eventually came back to my senses and stopped. Her backside was red and hot to the touch, but then so was my hand. I stood her, unsteadily, to her feet and supported me. This time her hands did go to her backside and rub it. She looked at my trouser leg and blushed. I followed her glance and then touched the damp fabric. I brought my fingers up to my nose and smelt them. “So, it got you excited did it?” I asked her rhetorically, she nodded her head slowly, keeping her eyes down. “Did you really like it?” I asked her, I was truly curious about that. She raised her head, her eyes were sparkling. “Oh yes daddy John, it was wonderful. Thank you, thank you so much.” And she wrapped her arms around my neck, covering my face with kisses. I held onto her body, allowing her to continue, when she stopped to gather breath I gently disentangled her from me. “Why is it I think you like being punished?” I asked her. “Oh daddy John . . . how could you say that?” She asked coyly smiling at me. “I can’t imagine. Now get dressed, there’s still some more of the day left.” I told her, handing her a skirt and tee-shirt. I then handed her the pair of knickers she had worn earlier, she held them between her thumb and forefinger and wrinkled her nose. “Daddy John! I can’t wear these, they’re all . . . yucky and wet!” She complained, which was true as she had worn them earlier . . . as a gag. I contemplated her for a few minutes and then smiled, “Well I don’t think you would have worn them anyway.” At her smile I held up a hand. “Just don’t make it obvious, just in case we have more visitors.” “Of course not daddy John, I do understand.” She said slipping the tee-shirt over her head and then stepping into her skirt. She twirled around when she was ‘dressed’, the skirt billowing up to reveal the naked skin beneath. ---- We returned back downstairs, taking the camera with us, ‘just in case’ as Amanda said. We sat down again in the living room — the television had a rugby match showing. Amanda turned to me and asked. “What’s on the other satellite channels daddy John?” I shook my head, “Sorry Amanda, I don’t have the money to waste on satellite television.” “Well, do we have to watch this, I mean where’s their padding? Where’s the cheerleaders? And when does the special teams come on?” She was a mass of questions. “First of all, No we don’t have to watch it. Rugby players don’t wear padding . . . except possibly in their jockstraps.” Causing her to laugh, “Cheerleaders are just starting to appear on the scene here. And the team plays with only a few substitutes, they mostly have to play for all of the game!” “But that’s daft!” She said amazed. “No . . . that’s Rugby.” I turned down the volume on the television and we started to watch the action in silence. Finally I couldn’t stand the silence and started the CD playing again, I sat back in my chair, immediately Amanda placed herself on my lap and snuggled back onto me. The music started to play, going into a quick beat. “What’s that daddy John?” She asked me, “It sounds quiet good.” She added as she started rocking to the beat. “Just some old group . . . I did have a tee-shirt of their once, but I let a young girl wear it!!” I said trying to sound ironic. “No way! Any group that you’ll have a tee-shirt for can’t be that good!” She said smiling up at me. “If you want I’ll put on some Enya! . . . See how you like her!” I jokingly said, at her look I added, “Maybe I’ll leave you tied up with a record of hers playing.” “Daddy John! You wouldn’t dare!” She said, but her eyes were shining at the thought of being tied up again. “Are you daring me young lady? Because I might point out that I’m a lot bigger and stronger than you!” I told her. “Oh yes! I’m so scared!” She held up a steady hand. “Look how much I’m shaking!” She giggled away. “Right then, if you’re going to laugh at me . . .” I said and suddenly dug my fingers into her sides causing her to squirm and giggle away. I wished she was my Wendy, just to be able to hear her laugh again . . . I stopped tickling Amanda as my mood changed. I felt her hand holding mine, “Don’t be sad daddy John, I’m sure something will happen and you will see your daughter again.” Her voice echoed my melancholy mood, matching the music of ‘loser gone wild’ I managed to smile at her, “You sound very sure of yourself, why?” She studied me for a moment as the beat of the music changed as it went to the refrain. To be honest I hadn’t realised how depressing the songs were on this album, I was going to change it, but to do so would have dislodged Amanda from her perch, and to be honest I was beginning to like this sensation. “I’ve told you daddy John, you’re a nice man, and you deserve help.” She said returning to her position of snuggling with me. We stayed like that for a some time, until a thought struck me. “Amanda? What’s going to happen when your mother comes to pick you up?” But I received no reply, looking down at her I could see her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. I wondered to myself, ‘how did I get into this position?’ |