Penny throws a tantrum

Penny was an angel when she was good, her Daddy always said. The loveliest little girl there ever was. But of course little Penny wasn’t always good. In fact she was really quite naughty, really quite often.

A bright spring Thursday in March was one of those days. Penny had been bratty all day and her long-suffering Daddy was growing ever more exasperated with her. The final straw was a tantrum she threw when she was told that no, she couldn’t have a snack before dinner. The little madam stamped her feet, called her Daddy a meanie who never let her do anything she wanted, said that if she couldn’t have jelly worms then she didn’t want ANY dinner at ALL, then stomped over to the fireplace and sat pouting, a sour expression darkening her little face. Here’s what happened next, in naughty little Penny’s own words...

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“You can pout all you like, young lady!” Daddy said crossly. “You’re not having jelly worms and spoiling your appetite, and that’s final!”

I frowned at Daddy because I was cross at him.

“You may think you’re all grown up, Penny Hasler, but believe me, my girl, you still have a lot of growing up to do. In fact if your behaviour today proves anything, it’s that you’re a VERY naughty little girl, and that you’re BADLY in need of a smacked bottom!”

“But Daddy!” I cried, “I am all growed up! I dressed myself this morning and poured my own cereal, and I can read nearly all the words on the cereal box!” But Daddy was too cross to listen. I wish Daddy would listen! My teddy bear Mr Hugs always listens. I even did my crossest frown at Daddy but it didn’t work. Daddy lifted me up by the arm and pulled me over to the big chair he likes to spank me on. I tried to get away but Daddy is very strong and he held my arm tight. He sat down and put me over his knee.

“Oh, please, Daddy!” I wailed. “I don’t wanna spanking!”

Daddy laughed. “Naughty little girls never do! But you need one, Penny, and by heaven you’re going to get one!”

And then Daddy pulled my dress up and my panties down, even though I didn’t want him to, because they were my favourite pink ones with Cookie Monster on, and he started to smack my botty. “Ow! Ow!” I cried, kicking my legs. “Please, Daddy! I’m sorry!”

But Daddy didn’t listen (AGAIN) and just kept spanking me. Daddy’s hand is big and hard and each spank hurt a lot. I started to cry when Daddy told me that I was grounded for a whole week. Being grounded makes me sad because I like to go out and play. “I don’t wanna be grounded!” I sobbed.

“I know you don’t, Penny,” said Daddy. “So I hope it will encourage you to think twice before acting up in future. And you’d better believe that if you persist in behaving like a brat you’ll be grounded for another week, too!”

I cried and cried the whole time Daddy spanked me. When he had finished spanking me and let me up I was very, very sorry for being so naughty. I tried to hide my face because I didn’t want Daddy to see me cry, but he lifted my chin up and brushed my hair away and wiped a tear from my cheek and said I was a very brave little girl. I thanked Daddy for my spanking and said I was sorry for being bad and he gave me a nice big hug.

Daddy pulled my panties up and told me to go stand in the corner. I like to do what Daddy tells me but I don’t like standing in the corner. It’s boring and silly. But I didn’t tell Daddy that because I know it makes him cross when I pout. I went to the corner and stood there for AGES, feeling very sad and silly, until Daddy said I could come back and sit on his lap. I love sitting on Daddy’s lap, so I clapped and smiled and skipped over to him.

And Daddy bounced me on his knee, and told me I was his best girl, and that all my naughtiness was forgiven, and that I could have ice cream later if I ate my dinner all up. And I smiled because I was happy. I love my Daddy so much!