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> >Wonderful account! You are equally talented at >writing AND spanking! > > Brought back memories of when I was 14, brimming >with energy and attitude and sure I was "too big" for >any more bare bottomed spankings so I pushed every >boundary. > My stepmother, of course, knew that a selfish, >mouthy teen girl needed the "sass" spanked out of her >so I spent plenty of time across her lap, squirming >and squealing. > And she made no secret that she appreciated the >chance to "take me down a peg" like she took down my >panties, making me fume and blush - and Miss Amanda >had to get naked!? > Panties at my ankles private parts on display I'd >stand stiff and scared she would happily scold me, >looking me up and down and telling me how MUCH I >deserved a "bare bottom blistering" etc. > I'm sure she was very pleased with my plump >teenaged behind sticking up naked across her knees - >as much as I was shamed - so juvenile at my age! > I can relate to Amanda, and I'm glad things worked >out well for ya'll. > >>Throughout the last week / weekend I heard a mountain >>of complaints. They were all music to my ears. A job >>well done I’d dare do say. I administered few >>spankings. Although they were different, the >>complaining was a joined effort. My niece, who is >>staying with us till the end of the month, due to her >>parents working, was an absolute winner. In the >>morning, sitting down in her gown, awkwardly trying to >>find the least painful angle of her freshly spanked >>bottom, she said; >> >> - Auntie, you are worse than my mom. It hurts no >>matter how I sit. >> >>She said it with a forced smile, and it turned into >>sobbing, and what I call a second meltdown. >> >> - It hurts so much (sob, sob), why have you >>spanked me so much... I said sorry... You didn’t >>have to spa... >> >>I hugged her, as her voice broke, and kept soothing >>her until she calmed down. If I were younger, I would >>have second thoughts on blistering her bottom. But now >>I feel fulfilled teaching good from wrong. I slowly >>talked with Amanda and explained her why she has fully >>deserved the spanking. >> >>I feel sorry for not sharing anything lately with my >>lovely community of spanking moms, so I thought I’d >>give you some details of what I have been dealing with >>lately. Be warned the post may be a bit lengthy, as I >>love including little details. >> >>The spree has started with my son Sean. Sean has >>developed a nasty habit of wiping his hands and mouth >>in his clothes. I swear, the boy happily washed his >>hands when he was 3, and now I can’t wash off the >>stains from his shirts. I have talked to him about it >>many times. On Thursday I gave Sean a long hand >>spanking. I was being merciful not using the brush. I >>hoped this spanking to be a warning. It doesn’t mean >>I went easy on the boy. Lately I adore using my hand, >>and I use it quite effectively. >> >>I have to say that you would love spanking Sean. >>It’s what I often hear from my cousins, sister, or >>my mom who got the chance. Sean is being honest, and >>he begs with all his heart and shiny emerald eyes to >>not be spanked. Yet, his words don’t reflect his >>actions. He is well behaved during the procedure, >>doesn’t run away, doesn’t interfere. He simply >>stood still as I took all his clothes off. >> >>Lately I have started spanking fully naked. I have >>done it before randomly on many occasions, but now I >>do it deliberately. Something about our dear Mary’s >>writing has intrigued me; the closeness, the natural >>feeling, nothing being in the way. Once I focused on >>feeling those aspects, I decided to make it part of my >>routine. >> >>I was surprised that my son, soon to be 9, for the >>first time was bothered by anyone witnessing his >>spanking. As I was sliding down his briefs he silently >>whispered if I could not spank him in front of Amanda. >>I asked why, and surprisingly the boy didn’t care >>about being naked, he didn’t want his older cousin >>to see him crying. Oh my, I thought. This boy is so >>honourable at times. Unfortunately, the answer was no. >>Living room is my favourite spanking place, and one >>doesn’t need a ticket to witness it. Not to mention >>Amanda was over the moon seeing Sean over my lap. >> >>I scolded Sean for 20 minutes or so. I have explained >>him that he was being warned 20 times. I even had a >>collection of freshly washed shirts with stains I >>couldn’t clean to justify my point (Any tricks for >>dried orange juice on white collars?). I gently pulled >>Sean over my lap, and the spanking commenced. >> >>I have taken a moment to feel his bottom as I >>positioned a naughty boy over my lap. I made sure Sean >>was in a perfect balance, limiting his movement with >>help of gravity, and his right hand pinned behind his >>back. I caught myself summarising my lecture and >>creasing that delicate, yet firm bottom. A moment of >>silence, of a naughty boy laying over his mommy’s >>lap. I dare to say that this anticipation, intimate >>moment of holding my son, was my favourite part of >>this spanking. After years of bathing and spanking my >>son, I am familiar with every inch of his bottom, yet >>I always get excited feeling those two adorable >>globes. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP ... Not too fast, but with >>considerable amount of force I slowly layered first >>round of smacks with my hand. I spanked and waited >>until Sean broke down crying. Once he did, I prolonged >>the outburst for as long as I could, concentrating my >>whole attention on his sit spots, spanking forcefully >>without a pause. Once we were past this point the >>spanking became agonising, and it only got worse. >> >>Here is where my little white lie ends. Please do not >>hold it against me😊. Until this point, I >>wholeheartedly intended to stop the spanking using >>only my hand. I simply couldn’t justify it. I have >>warned Sean 20 times, I looked at the ruined clothes, >>and at my boy’s bottom, and I couldn’t resist a >>single thought; it wasn’t enough. Yes, Sean was >>crying earnestly, his bottom was filled with my >>handprints all around, but certain message can only be >>sent with a proper usage of the brush. I asked Amanda >>to hand me over the brush I pointed at. The girl was >>delighted that the spanking wasn’t over. I doubt she >>felt the same on Saturday when it was her bottom over >>my lap. >> >>Sean was desperate to get up and begged me to >>reconsider. I held him down in position, one hand on >>his back, the other on his bottom. He was not going >>anywhere. I spanked with my brush until I spotted the >>first delicate purple mark on his sit spots. I often >>use this changing of colour as a clue to end my >>standard spanking. I worked some more around the >>edges, and areas not spanked enough, and with last few >>smacks to his sit spots it was over. Writing it down >>it seems like it was quick and easy, but trust me, it >>was not. Sean was crying, screaming, begging me to >>stop, squirming, kicking his legs. He used all his >>tricks to dodge the brush. Sadly, mommy knows them >>all, and each smack found its mark. I enjoyed adding >>finishing touches. Running my fingers around the >>bottom. Examining each and every area. One smack here, >>three smacks there. Sean absolutely hated it. He has >>expected the spanking to be over any second, but mommy >>kept finding spots that could use a little more work. >> >>Hugging and cuddling after the spanking were my second >>favourite moments, and up until today no shirt has >>been ruined, so the message was well received. Sean >>was quite dramatic the next day saying that he will >>never sit down again. >> >>The next day Emma got spanked for earning 5th sad >>badge. It was the simplest, routine, after bath >>spanking. Pretty much the same what Sean had received. >>I have to mention that unrolling her bottom from two >>enormous bath towels was a funny way of barring her. >>The hand, the brush, and then cuddling. Oh, how I love >>dealing with simple, ordinary spankings. The next day >>Emma complained and tried to use her sore bottom as an >>excuse to skip chores. >> >> - Mommy but my bottom is... >> - Not sore enough!? I cut in. >>She was a good girl and knew when to stop arguing. I >>have made it plainly clear that a sore bottom has >>never stopped me from spanking again. >> >>And that brings us to Amanda. Amanda’s mother had >>warned me that the 14 year old girl is going through a >>phase, and I shouldn’t hesitate to spank her. She >>had asked me as her babysitter because she knew I >>won’t be intimidated by her. >> >>I can sum up Amanda’s behaviour to a single word; >>attitude. A child that thought of herself as a grown >>up. She has been mad that her mom had not trusted her >>alone. She has been rude, at times offensive, with no >>respect to me, my twins, nor any house rules I imposed >>on her. I have given her more than enough time to >>adjust and get off her high horse but to no avail. I >>wanted to spank her on Friday, but I decided to wait >>till Saturday. Emma and Sean had planned a sleepover >>at my sister’s, and I wanted this spanking to be one >>on one. I wanted to talk with Amanda honestly, and >>also, I deemed a spanking of an adolescent girl not a >>proper sight for my children who are entering a very >>confusing age. Amanda’s mom always spanks her in >>private, so I felt entitled to do the same. In our >>family spanking spectacle is not a rare occurrence, >>but at times I spank privately depending on child’s >>age, and potential witnesses. A bit of embarrassment >>is vital to a proper spanking, but shaming is not. I >>am considerate, and I always trust my instincts when >>to spank openly, and when the doors should be closed. >> >>Once we were alone on Saturday’s evening, I prepared >>my brush, and I called Amanda to the living room. >>Three times actually, because Amanda had decided to >>ignore the first two... Oh my, I was being eager to >>spank her purple. >> >>Amanda was shocked seeing me holding the hairbrush, >>and hearing that she is going to be spanked. The >>thought mortified her. It almost seemed like Amanda >>have believed that her spanking days were over, or >>that I would hesitate to spank her. I loosened her >>pants, dropping them to the floor, and I pulled her >>shirt over her head. In that moment she realised what >>was coming off next, and she threw a tantrum. >> >> - Please, auntie not my underwear, I beg you, >>spank me if you have to bet let me keep my underwear. >> >>My only response to Amanda’s plea were my fingers >>diving under waistband of her panties and slowly >>lowering them down. Amanda has naturally pale skin, >>but once her panties were past her thighs, her face >>was red as late summer’s apple. Slowly I pulled them >>to her knees, ankles, and finally I have asked her to >>step out, taking her pants and panties away in one go. >>Quick snap of my fingers and Amanda’s bra has >>followed. I took everything away to the laundry, and >>that was truly embarrassing for Amanda as I said she >>won’t need them today anymore. >> >>I have done my usual, sitting down on the sofa, having >>Amanda sit down on a hassock in front of me. We have >>established a physical contact; holding hands, sitting >>closely, and I began the lecture. I took all the time >>in the world to deliver it. All the while Amanda >>listened carefully, embarrassed, unable to cover. She >>was shifting her weight uncomfortably, as I tried to >>maintain an eye contact. Although, I have naturally >>taken few peeks out of sheer curiosity, and I wasn’t >>shy doing so. Once Amanda’s ears have gotten all >>red, her hearing improved significantly. >> >>For the first time in a week, she got off her high >>horse. Finally, my words were getting to her. We have >>talked for almost an hour. I have good memory and we >>have gone through everything I remembered. Since I had >>her whole attention, I reminded her that the house >>RULES are to be heed. Cleaning, curfew, and so on. >>With all being said I invited Amanda over my lap, >>which she did without any complaining. She just wanted >>her punishment to end quickly. >> >>Laying Amanda over my lap I had a single thought. I >>wanted this spanking to last as long as possible, and >>I decided upon blistering her bottom. I had enough of >>her attitude, enough of her breaking the rules, enough >>of her picking on Emma or Sean, enough of being >>offensive. I needed Amanda to be utterly hopeless and >>defeated, so that we could build a much healthier, >>happier family over her stay. As much for us, as for >>her. It had been years since I got a chance to spank >>Amanda, and I was looking forward to it. >> >>I started with my hand. I was surprised how resilient >>Amanda was. Fighting her tears back, not giving me >>satisfaction of winning. Bring it on I thought, >>let’s see how long you can last with that attitude >>of yours. Well, apparently not long. As usual once she >>broke down crying, I focused hard smacks on her sit >>spots. I have to say that I spanked her differently >>than I spanked my twins in prior days. My hand smacks >>were more like hand swats. She was older so naturally >>I adjusted my spanking methods. Hearing Amanda crying >>and begging me to stop in that high pitched voice was >>quite contrasting to her overconfident self. I >>continued until my hand hurt, and Amanda’s bottom >>hurt many times over. Although it was just a >>beginning, at one point Amanda has demanded me to STOP >>RIGHT NOW, and to her surprised I did. >> >>There was a pause. I took a moment to admire her >>bottom. I have said it before that bottoms come in >>many shapes, and I love them all. I also love placing >>a cold wooden brush on the hot, freshly spanked >>bottom. Amanda shivered and fought me, trying to stand >>up. I have given her a false understanding that it was >>over, and I took it away a moment later. Sadly, she >>lost her strength before she moved an inch from her >>position, and we continued. >> >> - Nooo, pleaseee, I beg you; I promise I will be >>good, please give me another chance, I’m really >>sorry... NOT THE BRUSH! >>(Oh the irony, she had such a huge smirk on her face >>fetching my brush when I had spanked Sean.) >> >>SMACK! >>I applied the brush, working in circular pattern, >>evenly, one smack next to the previous one. Like >>layering paint on a canvas. Whenever I felt Amanda’s >>body tensing. Clenching her bottom, raising her voice, >>breathing sharply. I intentionally stopped the brush >>in a single place. Hitting over, and over again. I was >>amazed how pure reactions I was getting out of her. We >>have repeated the process many, many times, until I >>noticed first marks on her already crimson bottom. >> >>I had intended it to be a serious spanking and my will >>has not weaver. I continued the same merciless pattern >>until the entire bottom was evenly spanked. The middle >>and sit spots obviously, but then the sides and upper >>portions as well. I slowed down considerably, letting >>the spanking sink in a little. A straightforward >>process of a smack here and a smack there was a >>sufficient method. If Amanda thought I was done with >>her, she must have been disappointed, yet again, as we >>moved from smacking with the hairbrush to swatting >>with the hairbrush. The difference was noticeable. The >>sound of the brush connecting to the skin, Amanda’s >>screams. To her horror we have returned to the same >>pattern we used before. Amanda was squirming and >>shaking over my lap, and whatever she wanted to say >>was inaudible. I strongly believe that depending on >>your spanking technique the same number of swats can >>be felt differently. I have put all my years of >>experience making absolutely sure that this spanking >>has put Amanda’s bottom on fire. >> >>Finishing her spanking I had a final surprise for her. >>I adjusted her position, so she leaned over my left >>thigh, it gave me a better angle at her sit spots. I >>have done terrific job on the sit spots above her >>thighs, but the crease right under her bottom was just >>pink. It was unbelievably effective method, and I >>loved hearing her reactions as I was bouncing the >>brush just between her lower sit spots and upper >>thighs. In prolonged burst of swats, I pushed this >>sensitive area to the same state as the rest of >>Amanda’s bottom. Amanda was howling throughout the >>entire process with short pauses, quickly gasping for >>air. >> >>I gave Amanda a moment of rest, to let the spanking >>sink in, and I adjusted her bottom over my lap again. >>The spanking has been lasting for quite a while, but >>as I worked diligently on her whole bottom, I judged >>the soreness to be 8/10. I wanted it to be 9, by my >>own metric and experience, but I didn’t want to >>spank Amanda with the brush anymore. So, I finished >>with my hand. I worked around marks from the brush, >>evening the shades. I loved the sensation of feeling >>her bottom, and the fact that finishing with my hand >>took significantly longer as it would have taken with >>my brush. At first it was all again the merciless >>pattern that turned into slower swats looking for >>areas that needed more attention compared to the rest, >>and finally the last volley bouncing my hand on her >>sit spots alone. Once I was happy with the state of >>Amanda’s bottom, a solid 9, I stopped the spanking >>and I let her up. >> >>I didn’t know what to expect. Amanda has been always >>spanked privately. I expected her to run away to her >>room and slam the doors... Which would result in >>bumping the spanking to solid 11/10. But I was wrong. >>Amanda jumped in my embrace, wrapping her legs and >>arms around me, apologising, begging me not to spank >>her anymore, promising to be good. Long story short, I >>loved feeling her little, naked back in my embrace, as >>we cuddled together for almost a loooong time. >> >>Oh my, from start to finish it was one of the longest >>punishments. The lecture, spanking, cuddling. >>Amanda’s face and hair were in total disarray, and >>she was all sweaty and puffy from the spanking. I >>prepared her a hot, bobble bath. To help her relax and >>rethink her behaviour. >> >>I knocked on the door as I brought her fresh gown to >>dress into. Upon entering I saw Amanda being sad, >>almost crying again. I sat on a little stool next to >>her and we talked honestly until the water got cold. >>Bathtub is this magical place that opens one’s >>heart. As she got more comfortable around me, I helped >>her wash, towel, dress into gown and I walked her to >>bed, where we have talked even more. The mind of >>adolescent girl was full of emotions. That severe, >>intimate spanking got rid of all the tough acting, and >>all that was left was a sweet loving girl that got >>ahead of herself. >> >>In the morning Amanda had trouble sitting. A thin gown >>with no panties underneath didn’t offer much >>cushion. After her sobbing subsided, I took her to her >>bedroom where I took of her gown and inspected her >>bottom. Well, she was not going to be sitting straight >>anytime soon. I looked through her drawers until I >>found her soft cotton panties, and a matching bra. >>Accompanied by silk pyjamas. The Sunday turned into >>pyjama day. I felt Amanda’s naked frame in my >>embrace for the final time, creasing her bottom with >>utmost delicacy, and I spoiled her a bit by helping >>her dress. I think holding her panties for her to step >>in, pulling them up, followed by her bra, pyjama pants >>and shirt was my way of telling her that all is >>forgiven. I made sure to use a lot of encourages with >>the sweetest voice I could muster. I intended to >>rebuild our bound, with love and affection. >> >>And that was our weekend. So far, Amanda’s behaviour >>had changed completely, and Sean’s shirt are clean. >>Emma is being careful of her bedtime... For now, at >>least... And we moved past our demanding weekend, >>hopefully in a better direction. >> >>Ps. I have to say that our bound with Amanda has >>changed. Throughout this single spanking and quality >>time we have spent together we have become much closer >>to each other. Sometimes I think it’s a shame that >>we could have never found this understanding sharing a >>kettle of tea. Amanda told me that it was unfair >>because we worked on “improving our life >>together,” yet it was her bottom paying the price. >>Well, my dear, I answered, we have tackled the root of >>the problem. 😊 >> >>With love, Siobhan; who has heard a mountain of >>complains.
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