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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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#PS Pomp And Circumstance pt 1.05


Pomp And Circumstance / Part 1.05

{copyright 2009, revisited: 2017 (c)StrictMotivation@yahoo.com}

previous chapters: 1.01 ~ 1.02 ~ 1.03 ~ 1.04

Janette thought in a hurry. The thoughts kept racing through her like jet planes. She could confess now, but she knew how disappointed he would be. And she did not want him to be disappointed with her. Ever. It was like her heart sinking to her little pinkie toe, if he wore that frown on his face. She wanted him to pat and cuddle her, to be attentive and sweet and maybe only a tiny bit worried. Or maybe she could still get him to believe her she was sick.

Daddy, my tummy hurts so bad!” she squealed and winced and made a hurting face. That was the plan! Maybe she had no fever! And best of all, he seemed to buy that too…
“Oh my Goodness, baby-girl…. really?” he asked and his face changed from angry to worried. When she saw that, she shed a tear. She felt so ashamed of herself. Maybe she should just confess. Sure he would punish her, but then it would be over and she could stop lying to him. Her plan to cut school because of that freaking test and party plans seemed not to be the best plan of her life now – after all.

Tony got up, and left for the bath-room once more. She heard him wash his hands and open the cabinet. Now she was really worried. This could either mean one thing or another and each of them possibilities were horrible. Janette curled up in fetal position, crying softly into the sleeves of her jammies. This plan has been a stupid idea altogether, and now, oh my … no, please, Daddy, no! she bawled into her arm…

“Does it hurt that bad?” she heard his worried voice, and felt his strong, big hand stroking her hair. “Oh Daddy!” she whined and threw herself onto his lap, sobbing like a baby. He kept stroking her hair and caressing the small of her back. “Please Daddy, don’t” she begged him, when her eyes caught a glimpse of the paper box in his hand with the dreaded suppositories.

“But baby-girl, if you have a fever that comes and goes, and a hurting tummy, it sure must be a constipation!” Tony said, in a calm, reassuring voice. “I know, you do not like taking these, but you always feel so much better after, don’t you, baby?” he asked her, and the tone of his voice, his loving hands were like a fortress, an armor to her hurting heart. She so wanted to confess, now,  but then he would be so angry and disappointed and, she just could not go through with it! Her heart sank low and lower still. He was such a decent, caring man, and she had fooled him, and now she had to lie and she hated herself so bad!

Tony helped her back on her tummy, arranging pillows under her so he could access her better, and still caressing her back he waited till the worst of her crying had subsided. Then he put on the vinyl gloves, opened the paper box. He took all the time to get the suppository out of its package. “Please try to relax, baby-girl, it will sure make you feel so much better!”

He inserted the suppository and pushed it into her, slowly, with constant pressure. She hated it, but she loved how he was tender with her. Maybe it was good after all, she did not tell him the truth, because he sure would have been a lot more rough, if he had known about her trick and lies. She relaxed and sighed, almost contentedly, while Tony pulled his finger out of her and disposed of the gloves…


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Happy Birthday we will say
with implements, yet not a cane
not from Batman, nor Superman
just from This Old Man

On a mat of diamonds, well in shape
the wooden paddles had been laid
in Roman numbers counting out
XXIV without any doubt

Olive-wood and Sycamore
tulip wood and purple heart
they just say that 24
is like a great start

to live life not just like a beach
as do the brushes teach
made of wood from the beech
to help you all your goals to reach

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Happy Birthday to a friend


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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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