(NOTE ~ This story is a picture category I used several of the pictures to do the story, I used the books, as well as the hallway and the stone staircase and the pen with the paper and the little wooden chair. I decided to try to use a bit of each picture just as a challenge to me :) to see if I could do it, not to sure if I did a good job or not so Im looking forward to seein what everyone has to say :) have a great day.)

Running along the hallway she turned and pushed open the big wooden door scurrying into her favorite room, rows and rows of story books lines the walls. Books that inside there fancy leather covers, told the tales of far off lands. With princesses and kings who were the dragon slayers and many other magical things.

She loved to come and sit beside the fire place which always burned so warmly. Curled up with a book in her lap in the great big chair, she would pick up her pen and begin to write her own story. Thinking as her eyes would close of things so naughty, that if anyone were to read them she would surely end up across his knee.

These thoughts would come down her arms and across her fingertips and through the pen onto the paper of her book. She would pen out the many naughtiest things from the deepest recesses of her young mind.

At times a princess caught up in a war between two neighboring kingdoms, she would be taken and held for treasure. Escaping into the night to return to her homeland only to be caught up with, by some guards and bent across a log of an old tree and whipped soundly by a riding crop.

Other times the young maiden caught snooping in her fathers den and taken across his knee. Her dress pulled up and hind bared as his parental hand lay upon her bottom. A spanking given until the repentant child no longer fussed upon his knee, and then carried to her room and put to bed so lovingly by he.

And then yet her thoughts would take her to darker places from books she had read in this room. And words would trail down her arm into her hand, out upon the paper of a room down some stone stairs. A room with whips and chains that hung on the wall when you entered on the right, where sexual pleasures for good girls and floggings and spankings for naughty girls, and a bit of both for the girl who begged just right were what happened each night.

She startled a bit from her thoughts as she felt his hand on her shoulder, her pen dropping onto her book. "My I see my little one has been a naughty girl again. How many times has she been told, that she isn't allowed in here alone?" His hand slid down her arm and took her hand in his as he removed her book with his free hand, placing it on the table helping her to her feet. "I do believe someone needs a reminder of the rules."

Taking her over to a chair he only uses for one purpose he sits down on the smaller wooden armless chair and reaches up under her dress, his hands slowly pull down her panties to her knees as a whimper escapes her lips.

"Ssshhh Now, now little one, you knew what you were doing when you came into the library." He told her as he guided her over his lap, just as quickly he was raising her skirt examining her bottom, his hand resting on it.

Speechless and caught up in her naughty thoughts she only whimpered as he began to spank, his hand falling fast and hard on her softest spots first a small kicking motion and a little mew escaping her mouth as each slapping sound was heard.

Soon hot tears begin to fill her eyes and run down her cheeks as he turned her creamy skin from the whitest of whites to pink then red. No longer concerned with her naughty thoughts she was ready to openly beg for her spanking to end. When he suddenly stopped and stood her up. "Now sit little one on your spanking chair and pen me a tale of this naughty girls spanking." With that said he kissed her forehead and handed her the pen and sat on the big soft chair, to watch her squirm and wiggle on her freshly spanked rear in the little wooden chair while she worked.

Sniffling and with a little wiggle she began to write a new tale this time the words she did not need to take from the many books she had read. The title of her story began like this "Defying Daddy in the Library" Once she had finished the story she handed it to him with a smile she spoke. "Are you hungry now dear? I can go start the lasagna for dinner or do you want to grill tonight?"

He smiled back taking the story from her hands and reaching around to rub her bottom. "The lasagna sounds wonderful." With a final swat to her bottom he watched as she scurried out of the room and he began to read her tale.