The Selection by Daria Little


This fictional story involves spanking and a young girl.  Please do not read
if such stories do not interest you or you are under eighteen.

This should not be construed to in any way condone physical punishment of
children.  This is purely fantasy.

It's been a while since I wrote a story, I seem to have lost much of my
motivation, then this crept into my head and I decided to see how it would
turn out.  There were some thoughtful people that I used to send my stories
directly to in exchange for their insights. Unhappily my computer crashed and
I lost all the addresses.

The story is told from the point of view of Linda a young girl who wants a
Daddy.  I hope you enjoy her story.

                THE SELECTION

Mom had been dating for a while and it was coming down to one of two men.
They had both asked her to marry them and I could tell she was getting close
to a decision. I had no recollection of my real Dad so I harbored no feelings
and was open to both.

I wanted a Dad not a friend, I had plenty of friends my own age, I didn't
need another, what I needed, and wanted was what my friends had.  A Daddy.

My school seemed to torment me with an abundance of Father / Daughter events.
Day trips, dances, Father / Daughter softball games, the list was never
ending from my tortured point of view. I would always throw the announcements
away that the school gave us to take home. I didn't want Mom to know, I
thought somehow that would make her feel bad and I knew she was hard pressed
enough raising me. I would sometimes sneak down to watch the events, the
Fathers and Daughters laughing and having a great time playing softball. I
would hang back far enough away so no one would call to me and ask me to join
in out of pity. Then, inevitably I would cry myself to sleep that night.

I was a handful for Mom, I knew that and that my sometimes-bratty behavior
was more than she needed. I did my best, but down deep I knew I was a spoiled
only child. I didn't like that a lot, I wanted to be very much like the rest
of the kids in the neighborhood. But they all had Dads who maintained order.
I didn't.

Mom's idea of Child discipline was to either send me to my room or ignore the
matter. Neither one of these tactics were especially effective and my conduct
was sometimes unacceptable for a ten year old. I knew that my friend's
parents sometimes disapproved of my attitude and behavior.  It may seem
strange but when one of my friends would tell me of a spanking they had
gotten from their Dad I was jealous. I wanted a Dad that would pay attention
to me, take time with me and correct me when necessary and if that meant a
spanking, well that was ok too. If I could have a Daddy.

"Honey, what's wrong."  Mom was looking at me across the table. "You haven't
touched your dinner and it's your favorite." She peered closely at me as if a
message might be written on my forehead.

"Mom, Can I ask you a question?"  I said looking up from my plate. "Of course
sweetie, what is it." I looked at her. "Who is it? Which one are you going to
pick?  I added quickly. "To marry I mean. Which one?"

She leaned back in her chair and her concerned look turned to a smile and
then quickly back to a concerned look. "I don't know, I just don't know." She
said in a tired voice, It's a puzzlement to me too. She gave me a waning
smile as she spoke, but I could tell she was confused and a bit scared. "I
want somebody that will be good for both of us, and I'm not sure which one
would make the best Dad, if I knew that, then the selection would be easy."

An idea bubbled into my head, but it wasn't until the next night that I had
fully thought it out and had worked up the nerve to ask Mom. It seemed so
bold, that I was embarrassed to ask. Mom was tucking me into bed and about to
turn out the light when I spoke. My normal voice gave way to a quivering
tinny squeak. "Mommy, Can I ask something." The tone of my voice and the look
on my face brought her quickly back to my side. She sat gently on the edge of
the bed and put her hand on my forehead to check for a fever. "I'm fine Mom."
 I said, the tears welling in my eyes gave away my words as lies. I wasn't
fine, I wasn't fine at all.

She looked at me sensing that I would not hold my thoughts for long. "Mommy,
I want a Daddy, a real Daddy." I said sobbing out the words. The look on
Mom's face was a complete puzzlement as she tried in vain to figure out what
her nutty daughter was so in distress about. I blubbered out all my woes. I
told her about the Father / Daughter events and why I threw the notes way, I
told her I was sorry that I was such a poor daughter, and that I wanted a
Daddy to spend time with me and spank me if I needed it. I wanted to be good,
I wanted her to be proud of me, I just couldn't change the way I was. I
wanted a daddy for both of us. I was shaking and crying as I finished my tale
of woe. She held me tight and we cried in each other's arms both of us
bawling freely.  "I'm scared Mommy, what if you pick the wrong one." I wailed.

She held me until I was only sniffling and wiping away tears. Then I came to
my plan. "Mommy, can I talk to them both and ask them what kind of Daddy they
would be?" She looked at me with a gentle smile, I continued. "Please Mommy,
I need to know."

So it was arranged. The next weekend I would spend Saturday with Mr. Rexford
and Sunday with Mr. Allen. Neither one was to know the real purpose; they
thought they were simply spending some time with a potential new daughter.
>From my point of view I was doing an in the field high power interview for an
executive position in my family. I had every intention of making sure if
either of them has the necessary skills, determination and good judgment to
fill the demanding position of being my Daddy. I knew the trials and
difficulties they would face supervising me and wanted to be sure they were
up to the task.

Mr. Rexford, the lead off candidate was a professor at the local college. To
his annoyance I kept forgetting what he taught, he told me once but it seemed
so tedious and boring at the time that it took all my patience to act
interested. Still he was nice enough. He arrived at 11:30, half an hour late.
I mentally marked him down a few points in my evaluation, after all if he
couldn't be on time how could he enforce rules about my being on time?

"Mr. Rexford."  I opened as we drove away. "Please Linda, call me Bill, I
like to be informal, It's the way I am with my college students, and the way
I'll be with you when your Mother and I get married. I like to give people
space, I'm not a critical person. I don't like to make judgments or impose my
values on others."  I looked out the widow as the neighborhood passed by.
"Wonderful." I thought to myself. "A real firm Daddy he's going to make."
The day passed quickly as Mr. Rexford fell short in every category I was
interested in. He didn't like school social events, he didn't believe in
spanking and his job kept him too busy for much other time. I summed him up
mentally as a "real pompous ass."

As we had agreed Mom and I wouldn't discuss the two until Sunday evening
after I had talked to both. That was fine with me there was nothing about the
day I cared to talk about.  Mr. Rexford was not what I was looking for in a
Dad. I went to bed that night worried that Mr. Allen would be as
unsatisfactory.

Mr. Allen came by the house promptly at ten as promised. We were bound for my
favorite place, the sea aquarium. I climbed into his car full of hope and
concern. Mr. Allen was a few years older than my Mom and seemed comfortable
to talk to. We chatted easily for a few minutes, then I threw out the first
test, telling him about the Father / daughter softball games. He thrilled me
when he said he had an old mitt that he hadn't used in years and would love
to try. He seemed really interested not talking down to me like other adults.
I looked out the window trying hard not to grin too much.

He passed the time available questions easily, my confidence was growing. The
tough questions were ahead. What were his views on Child discipline?

I saw my opening as we left the turtles and were headed for the sea otter
section, my absolute favorite place in the whole world. A few yards ahead of
us were two girls about my age. Sisters I guessed from the way they were
dressed, were acting up and tossing leaves in the water. Despite their
Mother's protests they continued until they got bored and moved on to other
mischief. I held Mr. Allen's hand and gripped it tighter as I worked up the
nerve and came to the crux of the day.

"Do you think those two girls should be punished?" I asked innocently. He
looked down at me. "Yes, I do."  "Should they be spanked?" I asked.  "I would
say so, if Children don't listen I think spanking is a very effective form of
punishment."  I gasped in a deep breath. "Would you spank me, if I did that?"
I inquired. He looked down at me, placing his hand under my chin raising, it
so we were looking into each other's eyes. "Yes, Linda, if you behaved like
that, I would spank you."  I smiled and skipped away to visit the otters, my
heart thundering a mile a minute. This was Daddy material, indeed.

I couldn't let it go. I wanted to know more, had to know more. I peppered him
with questions. To his credit, he answered with out talking to me as if I
were a small child, he never let on if he thought my questions strange or
silly, he answered as fully as possible.

We were in the dining area of the aquarium, and as luck would have it no one
was sitting near us. "How would you spank me?"  I asked shyly looking up from
my cheeseburger. "Would you put me over your knee?"  He nodded. "Yes, when
your Mother and I are married that will be the usual way you get your
spankings." I nodded. "Mom never spanks me you know."  He surprised me by
saying. "Yes, your mom and I discussed that and I think it's been a mistake,
you're a wonderful kid, but you also have an out of control side that needs
some settling down."

"Would you use your hand?" I asked. "Yes, usually." He answered bringing his
right hand up and turning it for both of us to look at. I was transfixed
looking at his hand which seemed so large when holding my hand. "I think it
should suffice, don't you." He asked with a gentle smile. "Yes sir." I
responded having no doubt at all on the matter."  I could feel my ears turn
red and a blush cover my face as I posed my next question. " Would it be
bare, would you spank me on my bare bottom?"  With out hesitation he
answered, as if knowing that I wanted to move past that embarrassing one
quickly. "Linda, if I thought that was what was called for I would certainly
spank you on your bare bottom."

The waitress interrupted the conversation. After she left we talked about the
otters as the back of my mind worked over what he had said. I hoped we
wouldn't get up soon, my legs felt like water and my knees were shaking with
excitement. I cocked my head slightly. "Earlier, what you said earlier?"
"What was that?" He asked. "You said you'd usually use your hand, and that
the usual way that I would be spanked was over your knee, is that right?"
"Correct, that is indeed what I said."  Are you ever going to use a belt on
me, a paddle?  "Linda." He said. "I will punish you according to your
behavior, beyond that I will have to see what the misbehavior is and will
decide then, what is fair. You may be sure that when I deem you have earned a
spanking, you will get it. You may also be sure it will be given in a manner
that is designed to teach you a lesson and correct your behavior. I will make
the decision at that time, now it's time to enjoy the aquarium. With that we
walked the aquarium hand in hand. Sometimes I would squeeze his hand just a
bit tighter well aware that one day soon that hand I held in mine could be
warming my bare bottom.

As soon as he left our house that afternoon I breathlessly told Mom of the
exceptionally high rating Mr. Allen had earned. She beamed her happiness.
"Honey, I'm so glad to hear that, I called Mr. Rexford and broke off our
relationship earlier today."  "Really, how did he take it?" I asked. Mom
shrugged. "To tell the truth, he didn't seem to care all that much. I think
we're making the right decision.  We chatted happily through dinner as we
discussed the wedding and all the plans.

With the wedding three weeks away Mr. Allen began spending more time at our
house, when we weren't out looking for a new place to live. As luck would
have it after all our looking, we stayed in the same neighborhood, moving a
few blocks down to the larger Snyder house that had been up for sale. (I got
a much bigger bedroom.)

Despite my best intentions to behave, ten years of being one way doesn't
change overnight. I knew it wouldn't and that now I had a no nonsense Daddy
that would give me a spanking when I deserved it. That knowledge made me both
happy and concerned. I spend some quiet time in my room wondering when I
would get my first spanking and what it would be like. Would he put me over
his knee? Would he use his hand?  I noticed a ping-pong paddle had made a
mysterious appearance in the kitchen, but I wasn't asking any questions about
that. Still it was thrilling to walk by it, reach out and touch the firm
rubber and wonder what it would feel like on my bare bottom. Would it be on
my bare bottom? If so would he make me pull down my panties or would he do
that after I was across his lap? I wondered about all the possibilities. I
began asking my friends about their spankings trying to gather all the
knowledge I could on the subject. It seemed that there were as many
possibilities as I had friends. Cathy told me about the time she had cussed
at her Mother while she was still in the shower, her Dad had burst into the
bathroom and pulled her dripping wet across his knee. Susie related that just
the previous week her Dad had spanked her in her room on the seat of her PJ
bottoms. Pauline had gotten the belt from her dad for lying; she displayed
her still red fanny for my examination the following day. I could feel my
tummy knot up with excitement with each telling, knowing that my day was
coming.

My curiosity about what a spanking was like seemed to grow with each telling
of a story from my friends. Then one day I was at Susie's house. Her parents
were gone and it was few hours before we had to be at my house for lunch.
"Susie, was it here you got your spanking." I asked. We were lounged across
her bed with our shoes kicked off. "My dad sat right there on the edge of the
bed and took me across his lap and spanked me."  "What's it like." I asked.
"Getting a spanking I mean."  Susie looked at me. "That's right, you've never
been spanked, have you?"  "I will be and soon too, I have a Daddy now, you
know." She nodded. "But what's it like?" I asked again. Susie smiled. "You
want to find out? I'll show you." I bounced off the bed. "OK, what do I do?"
Susie took on a serious look. "If you really want me to I'll show you, but
you have to do exactly what I say, just like you were getting a real
spanking, understand?"

I nodded my agreement, eager to proceed. "Susie stood up. "Drop your shorts
and panties to your knees." Down they came. I felt a delicious shiver of
anticipation, thought it might not be from my Daddy I was about to get a
spanking. "You've been a bad girl, you deserve a spanking." Susie announced
in a firm voice and that's just what you're going to get." She pulled out a
small chair from her study desk and turned it around. "Come her bad girl."
She ordered. I shuffled to her side, keenly aware of my shorts and panties
making their slow descent to my ankles. She pulled me across her lap. I lay
there for a few seconds absorbing the strange sensation. I had never been in
the position before and was taken by how odd it seemed and helpless I felt.
"O" I uttered as I felt Susie's hand smack my bare bottom. "OO"  "OOO" I
heard the slaps echo in the room as her hand slapped against my bottom.
"Ouch"  "Ooo"  Susie gave me about fifteen swats, they stung more that I had
expected. My legs were kicking and I tried to put my hand back to protect my
fanny. She grabbed my wrist and held it tight. "SLAP, SMACK, SWAT, SPANK.
"Ooooo"  "OOOwwww" I yelped. Then she let me off her lap. I stood rubbing my
bottom with both hands. Susie smiled. "That wasn't much of a spanking, but
then it's the first one I've ever given, I usually get them." I pulled up my
panties and shorts. We left the room and spoke no more of the event that day.

As Mom served lunch I moved my fanny on the hard seat enjoying the tingle on
my bottom, and wondering if I would enjoy it as much after a spanking from
Daddy, I expected not. I had a suspicion he would be a more serious spanker.
Two days later I found out.

In truth it was over due, I had been a bit too smart with some of my answers
to Mom, slow to do my chores and my room was a total mess despite several
requests to clean it up. Then as the saying goes I added the straw that broke
the camel's back.

I forgot Daddy was in the house. We were packing for the move down the street
and I was getting annoyed at the way it was being handled, not at all to my
satisfaction. I was making my point loud and clear. In days past this would
have earned me nothing more than a trip to my room at the most. Well I got
the trip to my room this time and more.

Mom never uses foul language and it distresses her to no end when I do,
something I capitalize on when I'm really in a mood.

"Aw, screw it to Hell, I'm not doing this shit anymore." I yelled loud enough
for the neighborhood to enjoy. With that, I threw a pillow across the living
room where we were packing. "Linda" Mom said in a shocked, distressed voice.
"Please"  "Buzz off." I responded, all the while feeling bad I was hurting
her feelings.

Before I could turn in a huff and stomp off as I intended, Daddy appeared
from the kitchen. I was shocked to see him and not at all comforted by the
sight of the paddle in his hand. He had me by the arm and before I knew what
was happening we were half way to my room. "Oh my, girl you did it now." I
thought.  Then were in my room and the door closed with the sound of doom.

On the edge on my bed he sat, he released my arm and I looked at him for a
second. "That is totally unacceptable behavior." I hung my head. "Do you have
anything to say for your self, young lady?" "No sir, uh, yes sir I'm sorry,
it won't happen again, really I promise." He wagged a finger at me to
approach. "Left un-addressed I expect it'll happen again real soon, but we're
going to se if some corrective action will assist you to remember to keep a
civil tongue.

With knocking knees I followed his finger. He pulled me across his lap and I
felt my dress being pulled up. With out a second's hesitation his fingers
slid into the tops of my panties and they were quickly at my knees.  "WHAP,
SMACK, SPANK. Three quick swats from the his hand connected with my exposed
tail. I saw red. Nothing from the spanking Susie had given me prepared me for
this.  "OOOOO"   He held me tight against him.  "SWAT, SMACK, SLAP, WHACK,
SPANK.   "OOOOiiiieeeee" I yelled.

"You will not talk to your Mother like that, do you understand?" He demanded.
I blubbered.  Yyyeeesss sssiiirrr"  WHAP, SLAP. WHACK SPANK, SWAT.
"Never again do I want to hear that kind of talk."  Ohhhh, no sir. I
promise."  SPANK, SWAT, SLAP, "OOOOoo"  WHACK.

"Now, I think a few applications of the paddle to your naughty bottom will
seal your memory regarding this sorry display."   "OOOWWWWW"  SPANK
"OOOOOOWWW."  SWAT, SPANK, SWAT. If I thought Daddy's had had stung, I was
learning that a paddle applied to a tender bottom can be a whole new learning
experience all it's own.   "OOOOOO"  "OOOOoo"   OOOuuucccchhhhh"    SPANK,
SWAT.

Daddy proceeded to paddle my bottom, with out much regard for my yelps and
crying. I was slightly aware of my legs kicking, arms flailing and a whole
lot of wasted effort trying to escape. I was soon one sorry, repentant young
lady.

He let me off his lap after securing from me a heartfelt promise to make
amends with Mom. I blubbered my assurances.

Less than a minute later I was back in the living room with both hands under
my dress rubbing my bottom, apologizing to mom for my behavior. She listened
and then opened her arms to signal acceptance of my apology. We hugged as she
dried my tears. She led my back to my room helped me under the covers and I
quickly fell into a deep restful sleep.

I woke up a few hours later, one hand slid down to my bottom, it seemed hot
to the touch. I slipped from the bed and turned to look at my fanny in the
full length mirror. I felt myself gasp at the red bottom I saw in the mirror.
I placed a finger on one spot and then watched as the pale spot it made
quickly faded back to red. "So that was a spanking." I thought. I considered
that spankings would indeed be a motivator for me to use a bit more care in
the future.

That night as I sat down to dinner I noticed that a small pillow had been
discreetly left for my use. I smiled and appreciated the thought. I
discreetly slid the pillow off and let it fall to the floor. All through
dinner I let the sting from my tail remind me of the spanking.

For the next few days I spent every opportunity boring my friends with the
tale of my spanking. I always concluded my story with. "I have a Daddy, now
you know." To their absolute boredom they all knew.