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| My Little One Gets A Spanking |
It was a cold, dark and dreary afternoon. I was home from work with a nasty cold and my Heather was as bored as could be. She was stalking around the house acting as bratty as she could be. “ Gladdy, can we go to the mall?” “Heather , I’m not feeling well as you know. I am going up to bed to rest for a while” “Oh Gladdy you are no fun!” “Honey, when I feel better I’ll take you somewhere special. How’s that lovey?” “I need something to do. I am going crazy” “Honey, what about that project that is due for school next week?” “ I don’t want to do homework” “Well I suggest you find something that will interest you while I am sleeping” “But I want to go to the mall” “ Dear, please go and do something . Maybe this evening we can play a board game or watch a movie” “ You are never any fun” With that final statement she stomped away. As sick as I was I never tolerate that kind of talk from her. I called her over to me to have a talk with her. “Heather what have I told you about stomping away from me and being a brat?” “I’m sorry. Can I go now?” “No you may not! You will stand right here until we finish our talk missy!” She began to give me “the look”. When she does that she thinks she will avoid her inevidable spanking . I sat down in a chair and had her stand in front of me. “You’re not gonna spank me . Are you?” “As a matter of fact I had no intention of doing that but it seems you are giving me no other alternative” “But I don’t want a spanking, Gladdy!” “Honey, when you act as a child you get spanked as one. Now no more discussion from you! Understood?” “Crystal, Gladdy, crystal clear”. I began unzipping her jeans to ready her for her spanking. She intently watched as her jeans were being lowered. I had her step out of them. She hates this part of her punishment with a passion. The panties were next to go. “Gladdy, if I promise to let you rest can I go do my homework now?” “Sweet Pea , you will be doing your homework but you certainly won’t be sitting to do it young lady!” With that statement I punctuated it with a few placed smacks to her pantied covered bottom. “Ow…that hurt! “ Her hands flew back to her bottom. “Darling, that will be nothing compared to the pain you are about to feel!” I gently pulled her over my knee. I noticed a few lone tears made their way down her cheeks. I felt so badly for her and yet I had to teach her a lesson. SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! ….You will never……SMACK ! SMACK! SMACK! ….talk like that…..SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!!!…..to me again!…..SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!….I expect you to act…..SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!……like a young lady……SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!…..at all times! My hand was making her bottom turn a lovely shade of pink . She was beginning to kick her legs and clench her cheeks between spanks! “Heather, I want you to place your toes together now!” This made it physically impossible for her to clench her cheeks. It made her feel each and every slap that reined down on her bottom. I reached behind me to the desk and grabbed my ruler. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!….You will do as I say…..SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! …..or we can ……SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!….have this conversation…..SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!….many times my child! She started to cry and begged me to stop spanking her. I gave her many many slaps with the ruler. Eventually her body relaxed over my knee and she was ready to listen. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!…..I will not……SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!…..tolerate……SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!….that type of behavior from you……SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! …..ever! Are you clear on this yong lady?” “OWWWWW…..YESSSSSSSS……I promise I’ll be good!” “Hmmmmm……I am not convinced yet that you want to be a good girl!” SLAP!! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! By now she was crying relatively hard and I stopped the spanking. I allowed her to get off my lap. We stood up and I hugged her to my chest till the tears and hiccupping had resolved to a mere trickle. I took her chin in my hand and told her that she had also earned herself a half hour in the corner. She was not happy about this but did as I said. I watched her stand there looking for all the world like a truly repentant little girl. My poor “little one” will be doing this again by days end I said to myself. After her corner-time was through I helped her to pull her pants and her panties up. I had her go to her desk and I smiled as my “little one” gingerly sat down and began her homework………. |