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PS: Pomp & Circumstance 1.06

Pomp And Circumstance / Part 1.06

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previous chapters: 1.01 ~ 1.02 ~ 1.03 ~ 1.04 ~ 1.05

“OK, baby-girl!” Tony tore her out of her almost dreamy state. His voice was so firm, almost stern. Her heart sank even lower. Maybe he did call her bluff somehow? It was impossible of course because her plan was so good, but who knows. It would not be the first time he would surprise her, how he could read her like a book. She shivered, all startled. If he did know, this could end up ugly for her. He was so tender and caring, but he could also be strict, almost to the point of being mean. But to her delight, his voice softened up. “Baby-girl? are you cold? Looks like you just shivered, maybe you are really sick. Oh, my poor little baby. Let Daddy tuck you in, OK?”

His voice had that tone, that tone that could melt icebergs. This incredible sweetness, utmost care and total worry for her well-being. Under different circumstances, Janette would have giggled and beamed and been all happy, but now she felt the heavy burden of guilt, knowing she is leading him on. She sighed and shed a tear, feeling like her heart was breaking, feeling cramped in her tummy. Maybe it was the suppository working, but more likely it was her shame and guilt, even more. She felt his hand, this huge big hand she loved and feared at the same time, softly patting her shoulders, while his other hand moved her jammie bottoms back in place, tenderly. He pulled the pillows from under her tummy, with so much care, as if he would handle the most fragile precious china. She felt the blankets being tucked around her, all the while his other hand kept caressing her tight neck and shoulder. “Oh, baby-girl, you poor little thing! Are you crying? What is it? are you hurting?”

She sniffled, overwhelmed by the cramps in her tummy, of realizing how much he cared for her, and how she is causing him pain beyond belief, with her little charade. “It is my tummy!” she sighed, confessing half of the truth, but keeping the rest to herself, unable to face the consequences of her deceit. Now she was trapped, in her own web of lies, and could not move, neither back nor forth. On the other hand, maybe she would get away with it? Maybe he was wrapped around her finger after all! And maybe after the suppository had worked, Tony would take the day off?

She could spend the whole day in bed! Nap at will, and do fun girlie stuff. He would serve her lunch in bed, and spoon-feed her like he always did when she was sick. And maybe she could be doing some coloring for him? And they would talk and have an awesome day, of bonding and fun, and all the little things, baby-girls love to do, with cuddles and who knows what else? How awesome was that – it for sure was worth this little white lie of hers, and it sure was no big deal. If just the pain in her tummy would be as easily convinced…

“Listen, my little baby. Daddy needs to make a few phone calls, and you are obviously in some bad distress. All the crying and the sickness, must have made you all sleepy, haven’t they? So, be a good little girl, and take a nap, while Daddy will take care of the rest. I will check up on you shortly…” he said, and the voice was still firm, but so loving at the same time. “Pwomize?” the girl said with a lisp. She felt his lips on her forehead, her eyes, kissing them shut. “Big Daddy promise with a cherry on top!” he whispered before he left the room…


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Pomp And Circumstance / Part 1.03

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previous chapters: 1.01 ~ 1.02

Tony smiled at her friendly, while he took a look at his watch. “Time of truth!” he said, friendly and took the thermometer out her mouth. Janette looked at him in total anticipation. “Wow!” Tony said, faking shock. “You got a high fever!” he added. “Glad I had called in sick in my office, i will have to take good care of my sweet little baby-girl, won’t I?” he added and his voice was soft and tender. Her face lit up. “Thank you, Daddy…” it was barely a whisper.

Tony sat down on her bed once more and again touched her front and her neck with the back of his hands. “Strange…” he said, like absent minded. Janette looked at him befuddled. Her eyes were widening like those of Bambi, and she grew worried. His silence was always so intimidating. But how could he have known, he couldn’t – he could simply not. Her plan was fool proof after all! “Daddy?” she asked, totally frightened. He looked her straight in the eyes, and she bashed them down. She could not stand these drilling looks. “Baby, your neck and front are almost the same warmth as always… yet the thermometer … shows such a high temperature…” he said, and still sounded like lost in thoughts. She did not reply. She contemplated to blame the thermometer but thought it maybe was no good idea. Tony would maybe insist to take her to the E.R. and that was the last that she had wanted.

Tony sighed and got up, shaking the thermometer down. He vanished from the bed-room and came back shortly with the pot of vaseline. “Do you think that it is a good idea, Daddy?” Janette asked him, trying to avoid the inevitable. “Maybe the thermometer is broken and all?” she added still hoping for the best. But Tony did not give in, into her sweet pout, not even her pleading eyes. “Baby-girl, there is only one way to find it out, right?” he said with a stern, yet still friendly voice. She could not even fathom how he was boiling inside. The insolence to try to fool him like that, to not just admit she had tried to play truant and was caught. No, she had to blame the thermometer! And yet he wore a mask, a poker face, smiling at her, invitingly, as to encourage her. His authority, though being tested once more, was not in question. With a heavy sigh, his girl lay down on her tummy, slowly dropping the bottoms of her cute pink jammies…


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Pomp And Circumstance / Part 1.02

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previous chapters: 1.01

“Of course not!” Janette said, and her eyes threw bolts of lightning at him. She was pouting now even more, and her eyes started to water up. Tony felt so bad. “I am sorry, baby…” he said and sat down on the edge of the bed. placing his hand on her front, she felt warmer than anticipated indeed. But maybe that was because of the crisp temperatures outside, he thought and so he kissed his baby-girl on her cheek and sighed. “We better double check your temperature then. If you have a cold your place indeed is in bed all day, my little baby-girl…” he added and his voice was beautifully smooth. She blushed, as always, when he was so kind and caring with her.

Tony got up and left the bedroom, returning with the thermometer. To her relief, he only held the thermometer not the tube of vaseline in his hands. She obediently opened her mouth, he needed not to ask even. He smiled at her, patted her hair. “Baby-girl, I left the car open, engine running and all. You keep the thing under your tongue, while i go and lock the car up, and when i return we will know for sure. Right?”

She nodded her head yes, slowly enough so the thermometer would stay put. He smiled at her and then left to do as he had said. Tony felt so bad, that he had accused his girl of anything bad. She was such a good girl actually, and he loved her to bits and pieces. After locking the car up, he took his coat off and called in his office, to let them know he would come in a bit later. “Looks like my wife is sick, I have to take care of her first” he ended the phone call. He took his shoes off and went to wash his hands upstairs. When he passed the bedroom he froze. He could not believe his eyes… His girl was sitting on the bed, shaking the thermometer with its end facing down. Tony went a few steps backward and made sure he made some noise, so his girl would be forewarned. He skipped using the bathroom and went into Janette’s bedroom only to find her with the thermometer in her mouth, looking all innocent at him, wearing her sweet little pout…


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#PS “Pomp and Circumstance” 1.01

Pomp And Circumstance / Part 1.01

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“Get ready, Missy!” he yelled through the house, up the stairway and shook his head. Every morning the same routine. She had skipped breakfast, again, just to sleep in the 10 minutes longer, regardless how Tony insisted that breakfast is the important start in the day. He had cleansed up his plate, and cornflakes bowl, like every morning, read through the paper briefly, and dressed. Now he had his coat and boots on, ready to go to work, and yet she was stalling him, again. He drove her to the uni, and it was no big detour, but he could have insisted she takes the bus. But then she would have to get up 1 hour earlier, and so….

“I will be waiting by the car. You better hurry scurry!” he said in a stern voice, and went outside, into the cold autumn morning. He sat in the car, watching the clock move on, but Janette was no-where to be seen. He pressed the horn, once, twice… no Janette in sight. He sighed, getting really annoyed. She usually should come running by the second time he blew the horn. She would know that if he had to get her in person, she would be in trouble.

Tony got out the car, shaking his head, but hoping Janette was alright and not just sleeping in. He knocked at her bed-room door and entered. She was still in bed!

“Young Lady!” he said in a cold voice. She woke up startled. “Why are you still in bed and not dressed and ready?” he hissed at her. She put on a sweet pout. “But Tony, i told you i was sick…” she mumbled.

“Are you?” he asked her with mockery in his voice. “Or are you just pulling it off so you can skip school?”


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defiance. the Study #SpankieMonster


you will wake up to a sealed letter by your bed, leaned against your cellphone. It is sealed with the old kind of bright red wax, and the pressed on seal flags 4 letters. SMDD. you know it means SpankieMonster Domestic Discipline and your hands are shaking, trembling as you reach for the heavy envelope. you read your name on the front and the instruction line: “to be opened before breakfast”. You turn it around and notice what you didnt notice before, that fine pencil line around the seal, saying words that make your stomach cramp up: “the letter is sealed, as is your fate, you have to break the seal of the letter, to know what that means, young lady”


if you had hoped it would be some sort of late present, maybe a gift card even, you now know better, with no uncertainty, that this letter means you are in trouble. you know that you had been visited at night and that SpankieMonster has  carefully placed the letter where you would find it, first thing in the morning.


you sit on the side of your bed mesmerized, your eyes glued to the letter, your hands trembling, your eyes starring into nothingness and veils of tears start welling up and run down your face, as your heart feels that sting. Knowing that Sir has deemed to address you with a cold letter, instead of His warm tone of voice. Not only are you in some kind of trouble, you must be in a lot of trouble


you fumble the envelope, hoping you could magically somehow undo its existance or open the thing without breaking the seal, but to no avail, and so you break the seal as instructed. It sounds remotedly like breaking apart a bar of dark chocolate and indeed it is quite bitter-sweet.


My girl, the first two words read. You close your eyes, pressing fresh creeks of tears out of them. It did  not say My *dear” girl. you try to take deep breaths, and open your eyes, using the back of your sleeves to dry the excess tears so you can continue reading the words, written with an fountain pen onto the paper

“you broke the seal with My Initials just as much as you broke My rules. But while I had beckoned you to break the seal I have not invited you to break My rules of guidance set out to guard you and keep you safe. I am appalled, young lady, that you would show defiance to rules and guidelines set out to keep you out of harms way.


I will be waiting in My study, where you will come after a simple breakfast – and thoroughly washed up with soap and cold water – since I am removing warm water privileges from you for the day. If you dont want My warm wishes of protection and guidance, you shall be presented with the cold reality in the world. While My love is unconditional, your privileges in life are very conditional and depending on the behavior you set forth


you will be wearing your punishments attire, which is a skirt ending just above your knee, and a button down dress shirt/blouse, clean simple underwear, but be else bared of all pleasant clothing: no jewelry, no socks nor shoes, no tie, no scarf and neither hairdo nor make up. your hair combed but not in any fashionable way. this is not a dress up, this will be a dress down.


Once in the study, you will have time in the corner to contemplate under My watchful eyes, the wrong of your ways, and your blatant disobedience that qualifies as defiance. After a time of contemplation in the quiet space of the corner, no less than one hour, possibly more, young lady, you will then be allowed to step out and walk in front of My heavy wooden work desk.


Here you will be made to kneel on an uneven surface for the interrogation. Depending on how you will conduct yourself during this trial time, you will receive a more gentle or more strict yet in any case a firm reminder, that as My girl you will do as you are told, and not deviate from the path of the straight and narrow set out for your safety and well being.


you will understand, in the end, that it is not about being perfect, but that trying to find reasons why rules can be broken is the worst of ideas and quite a waste of preciosu energy. you will be very certain and highly motivated – either way and what ever it takes to convince you – that defiance only hurts yourself.


I will not want to hear from you, when you come into the study, until you are asked. I will not want to hear even how you are sorry; you will feel the brunt of the isolation, that you are bringing upon yourself, My girl, when you go into defiance mode to the very rules and guidelines I am creating just for you to ensure you grow and are safe. you have deliberatedly chosen to not be held to My set out standard for you, which means I want you to feel this much on your own. your actions spoke loud and clearly, that you think you can make your own decissions, and so you will carry their burden equally isolated from My else abundant kindness, care and warmth.


Depending on your conduct, and obedience throughout these punishment measures I will decide, whether further Corrective measures be necessary, or if all that it takes, is to then apply Disciplinary means to help you keep your side of the bargain to get you to safety and well being, success and happiness throughout life.”





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