"Sophie! Syop being so capricious! Try potty and you'll like it! Daddy promise! Please, please, be a good girl, sweetheart..." Tom tried to talk calmly and gently, though he started to feel a little bit tired of that tantrum around the potty. He still attempted to make Sophie to sit on it... too bad, it wasn't as easy, as fir actual four years old.

Sophia began to cry, she kept telling her Daddy that she did not want to use the potty. She didn't understand why he was getting so angry, or why he kept calling her 'Capricious'. She didn't know what that word meant at all.

" Da-Daddyyy, please stop! I dun' want the potty! " She cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. A small drip of urine slipped through her, but she didn't seem to notice. It would only be a matter of time before she ended up having an accident.

"Sophie!" Tom exclaimed. "You're already peeing! You don't have diaper on, so please, sit on the potty. You don't want to pee a puddle on the floor, do you? please, Sophie, that's not scary at all! Just lower your little tishie on that funny bright clown..."

Sophia whimpered, looking over at the potty. She thought the clown looked kind of scary, and it only made things worse. She let out a tiny wail.

" I..It's scary, Daddy!! " Her body began to instinctively push down on her bladder, both from fright and from desperation. A steady and warm stream of urine jetted out of her, dripping down her legs and onto the floor.

"Sophie!" Tom exclaimed very disapprovingly, letting her go - no it was too late to sit anythere! "What did I tell? You didn't want to pee in the potty, and now you've made a puddle, like a bad little girl! Do you want to be like Baddie?"

Sometimes Tom tell his daughter fairytales about the very naughty girl named Baddie, who never listened to her daddy, always got her clothes dirty, didn't eat porrige and vegetables and so on; in the end of each tale Baddie was spanked.

A gentle 'tssshh~' noise could be heard as Sophia peed on the tiled floor. At the mention of 'Baddie', she let out a tearful squeak.

" N-Nu, Daddy, I dun' wanna be l-like Baddie... " Honestly, she did try to be a good girl like her Daddy wanted her to be. And she usually succeeded in doing so. But there were some times where she just didn't want to do what she was told... Like now, for instance. " I-I'm sowwy, Daddy! "

"You didn't do what daddy told you to, and because of that you've made a pool, which is naughty. I'm sorry too, but you know what happens with litle girls, who disobey and doo naughty things..." Tom came out for a moment and returned with a rag to clean the floor, which he started to do...

" M-Mm... " Sophia whimpered, stepping away from her puddle. She watched as her Daddy cleaned her accident with a rag. She was afraid to say anything else, as she already knew what was going to happen.

Tom walked out again, to wring out the rag and wash it, and soon was back. "Don't you know, Sophie? Such girls have their bottoms spanked, just like Baddie!" He firmly held Sophie's shoulder and turned her back to him. Then Tom, still holding the girl with his left hand, delivered a good firm smack over Sophie's round butt with the right one. And soon it was followed by the second one...

Sophia's eyes widened as she was grabbed. Before she could protest, the spankings begun. She let out a squeak, soon bawling loudly.

" Oww, o-owww!! Da-Daddy, I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry-!! " She cried out, not even daring to struggle in an attempt to get away.