“NO! I WON’T GO AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!”, I screamed at Daddy.

“I’m not asking your permission, I’m telling you that you will go and you will have this exam done regardless of what you want. Your health is important and it’s my job to make sure you are well taken care of! NOW GET YOUR ASS IN THE CAR BEFORE WE ARE LATE!” Daddy commanded.

I stomped my foot twice hard on the ground, challenging him. Daddy looked hard at my face, his eyes piercing with restraint and concentration on how he would “fix” this problem. I crossed my arms defiantly, closed my eyes, and stuck my nose in the air. I wasn’t interested in anything he had planned and there was nothing he could do about it.

“GET IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW!” Daddy commanded again.

I narrowed my eyes at him and stood firmly in my place. “NO!” I yelled defiantly and stomped my foot once again.

I could tell Daddy was losing his patience very quickly. I was sure I had won this battle. So confident in fact, that I turned around to walk back into the house. I was unaware of how fast Daddy’s last nerve severed as he came up behind me and grabbed the back of my neck. In one swift motion Daddy grabbed a chair with his free hand, sat down angrily, and drew me over his lap.

I balled my hands into fists and began to hit them on his legs so he would let me go. Daddy wasn’t having any of it though. He pulled my pants and panties down so fast I didn’t have time to react before he started to administer very painful smacks to my bottom. I began to kick my legs and screamed at the top of my lungs.

Daddy’s hands were firm and calloused from years of hard work. They landed on my soft skin like abrasive bricks. I felt so helpless as I precariously dangled over his lap. With my short stature, it was impossible to simply put my hands or feet down on either side. So I flailed my arms and legs like a hell demon in hopes he would give up. I had no such luck on this day, tears began to gather in my eyes as I continued to fight back.

Daddy blistered my bottom with his hand for ten minutes and then firmly stood me up beside him. Daddy grabbed the middle of my arm and drew me close to him in an authoritative manner.

Daddy’s voice was now barely audible, “You will get in the car, put on your seatbelt, and I don’t want to hear a single word out of your mouth until we arrive at the hospital. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!”.

I wiped the tears off my cheek and from the corners of my eyes, “Yes Daddy” I sniffled.

Daddy pulled up my panties and pants. He got up and walked toward the car without a single glance back at me. He opened the passenger door and gestured for me to get inside. I stood for a moment attempting to gather myself before Daddy barked “NOW!”. I quickly moved towards the car and slid into the passenger seat. My bottom was sore on the leather seats. I quietly sniffled as Daddy put my seatbelt around me and slammed the car door. He then got into the driver’s seat beside me, closed the door, and put his seatbelt on as well. I looked forward wiping away the hot stinging tears in my eyes.

We rode in silence to the hospital. I could tell Daddy was still very upset with my behavior. It was going to be quite the afternoon.