“I Cannot Go To School Today!!!” (Part One of Two): Taking the Temperature of a Fever Pitch

Much like the girl in the Shel Silverstein poem, Avery didn’t want to go to school.  And this seemed to her like a reasonable way to feel.

Some days, little girls just don’t wanna go to school.  There’s nothing wrong with them.  They just don’t feel like going.  And sometimes the biggest mistake a little girl can make is telling her Daddy that she isn’t feeling well.

Avery plays the “I’m sick, Daddy” card and her Daddy calls her bluff.  Whining and fussiness doesn’t necessarily mean illness.  The real temperature of the situation is about to be taken.  And if Avery isn’t careful, a spanking may accompany her “fevered” pitch as her Daddy’s temperament is tested, en route to a boiling point.

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 Part One: Taking the Temperature of a Fever Pitch

The lights flicked on above Avery’s head, but she didn’t budge an inch.  She had no intentions of getting up on this morning.  She just simply didn’t want to go to school.

Knowing her Daddy wouldn’t accept “I don’t wanna go” as an excuse, she began conjuring up the reason she would use as she covered her head with her blanket, shielding her eyes from the overhead light.

Are you ready for school yet?” Avery’s Daddy asked gently as he patted her leg through the blanket.  “You’ve all ready missed the bus.  Now I gotta take you to school.”

He was being kind with his tone, knowing that people oversleep sometimes.  He also knew that, like most people, Avery didn’t respond well to loud noises right away after waking up.

“I don’t feel good,” she mumbled with a groggy voice.

“You don’t feel good?” he asked with the same gentle tone while peeling the blanket back off her legs.  “You don’t feel good?  What’s the matter?”

He touched his hand to her right arm, feeling for a temperature on her skin.  He never wanted to hear that she was sick.  No Daddy wanted to hear that.

“I’m sick,” she said, trying to sell the idea to him, convincingly.

“Are you sure?” he asked, beginning to sense something wasn’t right with this.  “You told me the same thing yesterday and you were perfectly fine.”

“Well, I’m actually sick today,” she pouted, determined to not get up or even fully wake up.

“And what makes you wanna believe that I’m gonna believe you anymore than I did yesterday?” her Daddy asked, all ready addressing her excuse.

“Because today I feel icky,” she said.

“You felt icky yesterday,” he responded.  “Is this the same kind of icky you managed to get up and go to school with yesterday?”

“But it’s worse today,” she pouted.

“It’s worse today?” he asked, not buying what she was selling at all.  “Well, let’s see if you’re telling me the truth today.”

He lifted her legs out the rest of the way from underneath the blankets and began lowering her sleeping pants.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused by his actions.

“Let’s see if you really have a fever today,” he said, lowering her pants to mid thigh.

“What are you doing?” she asked again.

“We’re gonna take your temperature,” he answered.

“It’s gonna tell you that I’m sick,” she pouted.

“It’s gonna tell me that you’re sick?” he asked, exposing her bottom.  “Well … we’ll let the thermometer be the judge of that, now won’t we?”

“Can’t we use the other one?” she asked seeing him return with the rectal thermometer.

“Nope, the other one broke,” he responded, not allowing her to get out of the lie she was telling him.

He gently slid the thermometer into her bottom.  She always felt a little humiliated when he took her temperature from her bottom.  It made her feel like a baby and she didn’t like it when her Daddy made her feel that way.  It was always an indication that he had figured out the truth, but it also reminded her that she was acting like a baby.  And she didn’t like that, either.

“This is how babies get their temperature taken,” he said, holding the thermometer still.  “We want to take the most accurate temperature we can.  This thermometer is much more accurate than the other one.  This thermometer doesn’t lie like my little girl does.”  

He took his left hand to her right bottom cheek for a series of smacks, letting her know she was busted

“In a minute we’ll see for sure if you’re lying or not,” he said.

And there she remained as he sought to find the real reason why she didn’t want to go to school.  Unfinished math homework, perhaps?  Well … not according to her.  And the game of getting her to admit to the lie had begun.

He removed the thermometer from her bottom.

“Just like I thought,” he said, checking the temperature reading.

“What?” she asked.

“You’re not sick,” he replied.

“Yes I am.  That things broken!” she whined into a pout that began the testing of another temperature in the room … her Daddy’s boiling point.

He took his hand to her bottom, striking blow after blow while punctuating the reasons for her spanking:  missing the bus, staying home all day now, lying about being sick.

If she was going to act like a baby, she was going to be treated like one.  He slipped a pacifier in between her pink pouty lips, quelling her fussiness.

But the babying had only just begun as he slid her pants off and unfolded the diaper she would spend the day in.  She fussed tremendously as he put her in the diaper.  She was not happy at all, but began to regress.  This wasn’t the first time he had done this to her and as her crankiness ensued so did the treatment which would earn her a few more smacks to her bottom before he covered her up with her blanket again, declaring she needed a nap all ready.

She was a total fuss-pot at this point.

“I’ll be back in an hour to check on you,” he said, turning off the lights in her room.

She laid there in the darkness, a little frustrated by how she would now have to spend her day off from school.

Little did she know what would happen … 1 Hour Later …

Check Back for

Part Two:

“Lies Catch Up With You … In the Enema”


You can find the video to this story at:

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Also, check out Avery’s Blog: Avery’s BlogSpot

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