DSP-- Little One: Taking Little One to Work

It was "Take Your Daughter to Work Day". I thought my little one was a bit
young for this kind of thing, but others had assured me that they were
gearing it for the younger crowd these days. I thought the original idea was
to bring pre-teens or teenagers to your job to see if that was something they
might like to do one day. Nowadays, they have clowns and party bags. I
think they think maybe kids will see what fun it is to go to work. Well,
once they get to the real world, reality will set in, that's for sure.

I was hoping Sammie would be able to behave the whole day at my office.
I'm a "software developer" which is a fancy term for someone who spends a
lot of his time writing computer programs, and more of it fixing bugs in them
-- often bugs I put there in the first place. I find it a fascinating job,
but watching it, particularly if you can't understand the code, would be dull
as ditch-water. Except for when a client called with an impossible request,
or a "very urgent" bug that he hadn't bothered to record exactly how he got
-- and I didn't want my little one to here what "developers" were prone to
say on such occasions.

Sure, the boss had hired a magician to come in, and there were lots of
computers for the kids to play with, but Well, my little one was very
active. I had severe reservations about bringing her to work with me. I
hope I didn't end up regretting this day.
~~~

I woke up and ran into Mommy and Daddy's room. "Daddy! Daddy!" I was so
excited. Today I was going to Daddy's work. I was gonna get all dressed up.
I was gonna be real good, too.

Daddy said, "Yes, Little One? What is it?"

"I'm so excited. Am I really going to your work today?" I asked as I
climbed up on their big bed and started to jump.

Daddy frowned and pulled me down. "Yes, but not if you can't behave. You
know beds are not for jumping on."

I looked at Daddy and then down. All of a sudden, I felt sad. "I'm just so
'cited, Daddy."

I think Daddy felt bad for scolding me then. He looked at me and said, "I
understand, little one. It's okay to be excited, but try to keep it in check
a bit please, okay?"

Then he hugged me. I hugged him back and before I knew it was smiling again
like a chesire cat.

"What should I wear today, Daddy?" I asked, even though I had pretty much
already decided. I wanted to hear Daddy's opinion.

He said, "You should look nice but it's not a fancy deal so you don't have
to wear a dress. How about some of your school pants?"

"I wanna wear a dress, okay, Daddy? I wanna look pretty."
~~~

I was shocked. Usually Samantha put up such a fight about having to wear a
dress. And here she was actually volunteering to do so.

I recovered from my initial shock and said, "Okay, you may surely wear a
dress if you want to. I just meant that you didn't have to. Which one do
you want, little one?"

But she was gone. Quick as a wink, she had run back to her room. She
emerged ten minutes later wearing a pretty pink dress. She had on white
tights and white party shoes. She handed me her brush and some scrunchies
and I braided her hair. She looked like an angel when I was done.

She looked at me and was beaming. "I look pretty, Daddy?"

I nodded and smiled. "Yes, you do -- very pretty. Now let's put on your
jacket and get into the car, okay?"

I put her in the car and helped her buckle her seatbelt. I was glad my wife
had given her breakfast earlier, before she left for work. My job was not
too far away and after a little chitchat in the car, we were there. I turned
to my little one to give her some rules before we went in.
~~~

I frowned. There were always rules. Rules for this, rules for that. I
couldn't stand it. I listened though as Daddy told me not to scream and run
in the office, and to do as he said. I wanted to say, "Don't I always?" but
then thought better of it.

Daddy led me into his building. I watched as Daddy leaned his breast pocket
against the keycard reader. The light turned green and the door unlocked.
My eyes opened wide with amazement. It was so neat. I longed to do it
myself.

Daddy pushed the button next to the elevator for the top floor. "I wanna
push the buttons, Daddy!" I cried. Didn't he know nothing?

We got into the elevator and before Daddy could tell me which floor, I
reached up and pushed all the buttons. They looked so pretty all lit up that
I started to smile. Well, until I looked at Daddy's face. He didn't look
too happy.
~~~

I looked at my watch. It wasn't even 9:00 yet and I was starting to regret
the day already. I looked at my little one and frowned.

"Little one, wait for me to tell you about things, okay? Now we are going
to stop at every floor, all the way to the top."

She started to giggle until she realized I wasn't smiling. "Sorry, Daddy,"
she said. I noticed she kept her hands to herself for the rest of the ride.
It looked as though she was having a hard time not touching things. I
breathed a few times and counted to ten inside my head.

Finally, we got to the top floor. I led my little one out of the elevator
and down a hall. At the end, I took out my keycard again.

Little One yelled out, "Me, Daddy!" She went to grab my card.

I looked at her and mouthed, "Shhh!" She took a step back. Then I handed
her the card. "All right, just hold it near the reader until the green light
comes on and the door unlocks, okay?" I asked, pointing.

She did it and her whole face lit up as it worked. I smiled to myself and
wondered how something so simple could make her so happy. I guessed that was
what was so fantastic about being seven years old.

I opened the door and led her into the office. We walked to the left where
a classroom had been set up as a party room, with games on some of the
computers, and a VCR for movies later.

She cried out, "Ooooh, games! Can I, Daddy?"

I nodded and said, "Sure, but first, I want you to meet a couple of people--
just for a minute, okay?"

I introduced her to my boss and two co-workers. My little one was very
polite as she shook their hands. I was proud of her. It also kind of scared
me a little. I was hoping that maybe just once she would have a good,
spank-free day. One could only hope.

I brought her back to the computer room. Some age-appropriate games had
been installed. I explained how to play one of the games. "Or," I said,
turning her to see where some other kids were, "you can join those kids who
are making pictures on the white-board in the kitchen area."

My little one didn't even hesitate. She said, "Ooooh, pictures! I wanna
draw, Daddy."

I said okay and led her through the classroom to the kitchen area. There
were two refrigerators, a sink and a BIG white board with markers in several
colors. There were three other children making pictures on it, but I found a
spot for her.

Two of the other children looked to be about Sammie's age and the other was
about five.
~~~

I said hi to the other kids and they said hi back. Daddy told me he would
be right back. I used all the colors and made a pretty rainbow. The other
kids were impressed with my picture. They all said it was beautiful.

We chatted for a bit and finished our drawings. We looked around. We all
agreed that the drawing was becoming boring. What else could we do? They all
wanted to know.
~~~

I came back to check on my little one. She was not at the whiteboard
anymore, and neither were the other children. I looked around and spotted
all four of them leaning over the sink. I wondered what they were up to, as
I walked over there.

As I got closer, I realized they had filled the sink with water. "Daddy,
look! We made the water, purple," Little One said, with a big smile on her
face.

I tried not to scream. I washed my face with my hands and took a deep
breath. "Little one, those markers are for use on the white board, not in
the sink. Did anyone say that you could use the sink?"

"No, Daddy, we just thought it would be pretty," my little one said.

Little One looked up at me as well as the other children. There eyes fell
as they watched me let the water out of the sink. I handed each of them a
sponge and told them to get to work on cleaning off the color on the sides of
the sink.

~~~

We scrubbed and scrubbed and luckily the color came off. The other parents
come to collect their kids and were as unhappy as my daddy.

I turned to face Daddy and held up the sponge. He took it and put it on the
edge of the sink.

He said, "We will have a talk about use and mis-use of things when we get
home -- if you want to do something different than what I have told you about
here, ask first."

And then he gave me one smack to my seat. It hurt.

Daddy took my hand and said, "Come on, it's time for lunch."

After lunch, Daddy brought me to the computer room. "Would you like to play
on the computer for a while, little one? The movie won't be till later. But
remember, no food by the computer, okay?"

I said okay and got up on the stool. Daddy went to talk to some people and
maybe do a little work. I thought Daddy had a great job so far. I played a
few games. I was thirsty. I remembered that I had left my can of soda in
the kitchen and ran back to get it.
~~~

I let Little One play for about twenty minutes and when I went back to check
on her, I saw her busily pushing on the keyboard with a paper towel. I had
no idea what she was doing.

"What are you doing, little one -- that's not how you use a keyboard." As I
got closer, I could see liquid on the keys. "What happened, Samantha?"

She looked up at me and started to cry. "Daddy! It was a axident! I
sorry."

I looked down and saw a can of sprite on the floor, some soda on the chair
and the floor underneath. My little one was still frantically using the
towels to clean off the keyboard.

I grabbed the paper towels from her hands. They were falling apart and
sticking to the keyboard. I pulled her right off the chair. "Stop that,
young lady. Didn't I tell you no food by the computer?"
~~~

"I sorry, Daddy, it was far away; it was a mistake," I cried.

I could tell Daddy was angry. "It was supposed to be 'far away' in the
kitchen, young lady. Samantha Karen, you are in big trouble."

He turned me around and give me a sharp {smack} on my seat and then marched
me to the corner. Then he told me to stay there.

I couldn't believe Daddy smacked me, again. "But Daddddddy, owwwwwwwww!"
I cried. I was feeling extra bad cuz it was supposed to be a good day and
here I was in the corner at Daddy's job and I was feeling very sorry and very
unhappy.

~~~

I went to get Russel, our network and hardware support guy. He looked at it
and said - "I told them kids in this room could be trouble. Cleaning that
out will take a q-tip behind every key, and it still won't be 100%.
Fortunately, it's just a $20 keyboard; we'll replace it instead."

I turned to my naughty little one and said, "You're lucky, young lady, it
could have been much worse."

She nodded and said, "Yes, Daddy. But I'm really sorrrrrrry!"

I just looked at her and said, "You will be, young lady. I said 'no food'.
You know what that means and you know what happens when you disobey. I think
it's time to go home.

She cried and said, "But, Daddy, it's too early. Don't we gotta stay til
five? Pleeeeeease? I'll be goooooood."

I looked at her and shook my head. This one was too much. I couldn't
believe her sometimes. "You have a spanking coming, young lady. Now do you
want it here, or back at home?"

"I don't want it at all, Daddddy."

"I know you don't but you deserve it. I told you to behave," I said
sternly.

"I don't wanna go home yet, Daddy," she said sadly.

"All right, if you want to stay, come with me for your spanking here. And
don't make too much of a fuss. If you do, we are going home."

~~~

I looked up at Daddy--wide-eyed. I didn't know which was worse, but decided
that staying was much better, so I followed him without a sound. He took me
to an office at the far end of the space from where the party was.

I watched as Daddy sat down on a chair and opened the top desk drawer. He
said mostly to himself, "I think he has -- yes!" I watched as Daddy pulled
out a ruler.

"Daddy, pleeeease! Not with the ruler. I'm sooooo sorrrry!"

~~~

I pulled up Samantha's dress but left her panties up, considering we were
in a semi-public place. I started to smack her bottom hard with the ruler.

I explained, "At home this would have been a brushing, but I don't have a
brush here." {Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}

She cried, "Oowwwwwwwww, DADDDDY, waaah, I'm sorrrry!"

{Crack!} "You will not {Crack!} have food {Crack!} at the computers.
{Crack!} You will not {Crack!} disobey me. {Crack!} You will follow the
{Crack!} rules here {Crack!} or we will go home." {Crack!}

She screamed and cried, "Oowwwwwwwww, okay, DADDDDDY, I sorry! It was a
axident."

"Yes, but bringing your soda into the computer room was not an accident.
{Crack!} That is what {Crack!} you are being spanked for." I gave her a few
more good smacks. {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} "All right, little
one, your spanking is over."

~~~

Daddy stood me up and I danced around the room, holding my bottom.
At least my dress fell down by itself. Usually I have to pull up
my pants after a spanking, and that hurts extra.

"Oowwwwweeee, Daddy, that hurted."

Daddy nodded and said, "I know, little one. That's how it helps you remember
to do better another time. Come here."

He held his arms out and I ran into him, crying. He held me tight and I
hugged him back really hard.

"I sorry, Daddy," I said, meaning it.

"That's all right, little one, you are forgiven. But I want you to say
sorry to Russel, who will have to fix it, okay?"

I nodded, but I didn't want to say sorry. I felt bad but it was gonna be
hard. "Yes, Daddy. But Daddy? Can you just hold me for a few minutes
before we go back?"

I was feeling sorry for myself. I had wanted this to be a great day: no
spankings. But of course, it didn't work out that way.

"Sure, little one," Daddy said. He pulled me into his lap and just held me,
saying soft things, and reassuring me. I felt safe again. I wiped my tears
and Daddy showed me where the bathroom was. I went and washed my hands and
face. I felt a tiny bit better.

Daddy led me back to the computer room, where the man was disconnecting the
keyboard from the rest of the computer. I looked over my shoulder at Daddy
behind me and he nodded. I approached the man.

"Uh, Mr. Russell?" I said, quietly. He turned around and looked at me. I
didn't know whether he could tell I had been crying or not. I said, "I'm
sorry I spilled my soda on your computer."

Once said, I ran back to Daddy and hid behind him. All of a sudden, I was
feeling shy.

The man said, "Well that's okay, Sammie -- that's your name, right? -- but I
want you to be very careful not to do it again. No more soda anywhere near
the computers, okay?"

~~~

I smiled to myself as Russel spoke to my little one. His voice sounded so
gruff. She was afraid of him and was hiding behind me. I knew he was
thinking that she was too cute for words, and couldn't be as gruff as he
thought he should. The two of us exchanged a wink and a smile.

Then Sammie said, "Yes, sir, I won't do it again." Then she said to me,
"Daddy?" and she held her arms up for me to pick her up.

She was acting like she was three instead of seven. But I knew that was
because she had just had a spanking. She was feeling sad and vulnerable. I
lifted her up into my arms and just held her. "There, there, it's all right,
little one. Come on, why don't we join the other kids?"

~~~

I shook my head. I was too sad to play just then. I didn't want to join
the other kids just yet. I thought for sure that they all knew what had
happened to me, even though they were busy with their own things.

For now, I just wanted my Daddy. He held me for a bit and reminded me that
he loved me.

"You messed up a bit, little one, but it's over now and all forgiven.
Nobody will mention it, okay? You know Daddy loves you," he said.

I knew, but I just wanted to hear him say it. I continued to hold on to
Daddy, but turned around on his lap when I saw a magician come in.

All the other kids ran and crowded around him. I looked up at Daddy for
permission to go. He nodded and sent me off to join the others. I sat with
them and watched the magician do tricks.

After one really splendid trick, I ran back over to Daddy. "Did you see
that?"

Daddy nodded and I went back. I watched the magician do several more
tricks. He kept on choosing kids to help him. But he never chose me. I was
getting frustrated.

~~~

The magician planned to choose a different kid for each trick. But
obviously my little one didn't know this. At one point during the show,
after he had done many tricks, he asked for a volunteer. Both Samantha and
another little girl yelled, "Me, me!" He chose the other little girl.

My little one stood up and yelled, "NO FAIR!" She started to cry. "I
WANTED TO HELP!"

I couldn't believe it. In the space of two minutes, she was crying and
carrying on.

"Samantha Karen, calm down. You are disrupting the show," I said, leading
her away from the focus of the show. "Calm down and I am sure you can help
with another trick."

"NO, I wanted to help with this one!" she screamed and pouted and stomped
her feet.

That was it. I was not going to let her throw a temper tantrum. "That's
enough, young lady." I hauled her out of the room so that the show would not
be disrupted for the others. I took her back to the office where I had
spanked her earlier.

"Can you calm down enough to go home, or do I have to spank you again here,
young lady?" I asked sternly, holding her while she sobbed and finished her
fit.

She looked up at me, crying. "I don't wanna go home, DADDDY! I wanna help
the magician."

"You lost that chance when you had a tantrum, young lady. Now you can calm
down enough to go home and discuss your behavior there, or I can spank you
here first if you won't. Which will it be, Samantha Karen?"

~~~

I could not believe I was in this position. I didn't want to go home, but I
didn't want another spanking here either. I was crying pretty hard by this
time and looked up at Daddy. He looked furious. I think to myself that
maybe if we go home and I go nicely, he will change his mind.

"I don't want a spanking, Daddy, so I guess I'll go home and talk to you," I
said through my tears. I was hoping it would just be "talk", though.

"All right, Samantha. Come with me," Daddy said. "And you would do well to
behave for the trip home."

By the sound of his voice, I could tell Daddy was not too happy with me. He
led me out of the office, down the hall, and right to the elevator. I didn't
even get to say goodbye to my new friends or anything. But I knew better and
just kept my mouth shut. I cursed myself for acting up and ruining the last
part of the day.

Once we were in the car, I said, "Daddy?"

"What, little one?"

"Daddy? Are you very mad at me?" I asked quietly.

Daddy seemed to think about it. "Well, I am not happy with you right now,
Samantha. You made a mess twice, and then you threw a tantrum and disrupted
the show for others, and wouldn't quiet down when I told you to."

I nodded and looked down. "Yes, sir, I know, but Daddy? I'm so sorry.
Please don't spank me again."

"Well, we'll talk at home. Then I'll decide. But you earned one, young
lady -- if you get off, it will be a special exception."

I thought about this as Daddy drove us home. Once we were there, I followed
him inside and up to my room. I stood in front of him waiting for the
lecture to begin. I was hoping, and praying it would just be a lecture. I
think I should have known better, though.

~~~

I turned to my mischievous daughter and said, "Well Samantha, do you
understand what you did wrong today? If so, tell me."

I couldn't believe I was going to have to spank her for the second time that
day. I knew, just knew, it was a bad idea to bring her to my job.

Little One stood there, thinking about what she was going to say. Then she
took a deep breath and said, "I put the markers in the sink and then I
spilled the soda, and then I had a tantrum."

"And why were those not good things to do, Samantha?" I asked sternly.

"Cuz they were naughty, Daddy?" she asked.

"Yes, that's true. But do you understand *why* they were naughty? How
they caused problems for other people?"

She just nodded.

I sighed. "Tell me, Samantha. I want to be sure that you understand."

She cried and said, "Daddy! I shouldn't a used the markers the wrong way,
and I shouldn't a had the soda near the 'puter, but with the magician, I just
wanted a turn!"

I felt a little bad as she threw herself into my lap and cried. I didn't
want to punish her again, but I also did not want to give her the message
that throwing a tantrum when you're upset was the way to go, either.

"Yes, you wanted a turn, Samantha. But yelling was not the way to get it.
The magician saw you. He couldn't use everyone at once. You would have
gotten your turn if you had been patient. Your yelling just ruined the show
for everyone; do you understand?"

She nodded and said, "Yeah, but I didn't think he was ever gonna pick me,
Daddy!"

I sighed. She wasn't getting the point of my lecture. "Well, you could
have asked me, quietly to make sure that he did. I would have helped. Do
you see that now? Will you try to do better another time?" I asked.

She looked up at me. "I will, Daddy, I will. Daddy? Are you still gonna
spank me again? I didn't mean to be naughty."

Oh, man, she was looking at me with those puppy dog eyes. Those alone,
could melt a daddy's heart. But no, I had to be consistent.

"Maybe not, but you knew you were breaking the rules with the soda, and you
heard me tell you to quiet down, and you didn't do as you were told. I think
you need a brief reminder about waiting politely for your turn -- but just a
hand-spanking if you come right here, okay?"

~~~

I knew not to push things, so I went right over his lap. He lifted up my
dress, but didn't touch my panties. I was grateful for that. I started to
cry, knowing what was coming.

{smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} "You will not {smack} throw tantrums."
{smack}

"I won't, Daddy, I'm sorry!" I cried.

{smack} "And if I tell you {smack} to quiet down, {smack} you will {smack}
and you will wait your turn, {smack} patiently." {smack}

I nodded. "Yes, Daddy, OWWWWWWWW!"

{smack} "And you will obey the rules. {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} All
right, little one, your spanking is over," Daddy said.

Music to my ears. I jumped up and climbed into his lap. I put my head on
his shoulder and just cried. "I sorry, Daddy, so, so sorry."

Daddy patted my back and rubbed my bottom. "I know, little one. You always
are, afterwards. I love you, and I forgive you. It's all over, and I'm sure
you'll do better another time."

Daddy hugged me tight and I hugged him, too. I always was sorry,
afterwards. I never meant to do the bad things I did. Somehow they just
always seemed to happen.

"I will, Daddy, honest. Daddy? Do you still love me?" I asked.

Daddy nodded and said, "Yes, little one, I do. Really, truly, I love
you--oh so much!"

"Honest, Daddy?" I asked again, just making sure.

Daddy held me tight and said, "I will always love you, no matter what you
do. You are MY little one and I will love you forever."

"I love you, too, Daddy."

~~~

So I had been right. It had been a long day. Little One didn't make it
through without a spanking or two. But it was over now and she was
forgiven -- until next time.

The end.