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Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:50:44 12/27/25 Sat In reply to: Ginger 's message, "Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2" on 19:44:10 12/27/25 Sat Oof. I guess these are the hard decisions that our parents are faced with constantly. Inside, I hate that you’re clearly steaming a bit, but I know I have to stick to my guns. It’s not just about giving you the spanking you deserve, it’s about teaching you some responsibility so it doesn’t happen in the future. As much as it hurts, all I can do is let you huff it out a little, and hope that things equalize after a bit of corner time. Maybe you’re too old for it, but I really think you need to feel some frustration and work through it in order to grow. You don’t dare turn to look at me, so I get up and head around the corner to the kitchen to heat up some pasta sauce. I make a mental note, though: if you really do take your attitude too far, I may have to make the difficult decision to give you a second spanking tomorrow. God I hope I don’t have to do that. Getting the pasta and sauce going takes all of ten minutes. I throw in some roasted broccoli, plenty of salt and garlic to make it taste good, and we have one of your favorite dishes. Maybe that’ll ease some of the tension building up. I come back around and see you have not moved an inch in ten minutes: arms still crossed, tension still thick in the air. I can tell even through your sweatpants that your bottom is clenching. “Alright, Ginger. You served your time - let’s eat and write that note together, kid.” You turn away from the corner, moseying on over to the table, not looking at me at all. You open your backpack sitting on the chair next to you to dig out a notebook and a pen. In the meantime, I am serving up a bowl of pasta and setting it down on your placemat. I know I need to break this tension before it gets out of control and you earn yourself an even redder bottom. “Ginger, I know it’s not fun doing any of this. I don’t like having to discipline you and I am sorry if it especially makes you feel like a little kid. That’s not my goal. My goal is to give you the tools to make better decisions and not have to carry around any guilt about them. I love you, and when this is over, I promise we’ll have a very fun weekend together. Just like we planned. You are absolutely allowed to be mad at me right now, but I need you to also trust that this is the right decision. I have your back forever, and sometimes that means having to…work things out together to help you.” I am careful to not say spanking again just yet. There will be time for that soon. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:37:40 12/27/25 Sat I can tell you're trying, but I'm still upset with how stern you are being with me. I'm also annoyed that you made me one of my favorite dinners. I'm so nervous about what is coming that I can't even imagine eating. You urge me to eat while it's hot. I pick up my fork and twirl one long string of pasta and sauce and stick it my mouth. It's really good, but I can barely force myself to chew and swallow. I turn back to the intimidating blank sheet of paper and start writing. Dear Mom, I messed up pretty bad, and I have to tell you about it. I told Lucas, and asked him to tell you for me, but he said I had to do it myself. It wasn't your fault that Charlie got out. It was mine. When I went out to ride my bike, I must not have made sure the door clicked shut, because it was open when I came back in the house. By that time, you were looking for Charlie, and you apologized to me, saying that you must have accidentally let him out. I know I should have told you the truth then. But I was so scared! I knew you were going to be so mad, and I was really worried about Charlie getting hurt. I was so relieved when we got him back, but I thought you would say that I wasn't responsible enough to have him, and that you would take him back to the shelter. Every time you took the blame, I felt so guilty. I know not telling the truth was pretty much the same as lying. But then, I felt like it was too late to tell you the truth. I finally told Lucas, and he agreed to help me tell you the truth, but he wouldn't do it for me. He had me write you this letter, and put me in the corner, and gave me a really hard spanking. I promise I'll be so careful with Charlie, and nothing like this will happen again. PLEASE don't send him back! I'm sorry about lying to you too. I didn't really mean to. The first time, I just didn't disagree with you, and then I felt like I couldn't come clean. Love, Ginger I feel so tired, and my throat is tight, like I might start crying again. I shove the paper in your direction. "There, it's finished." I push back my chair, and it makes a squealing sound against the kitchen floor. "I'll be in the corner, whenever you're done eating." I say, as I head back to the living room. I manage not to stomp my feet, but it's close. Instead, I sniff loudly, and try not to clutch my bottom, as I imagine what's coming.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 00:21:01 12/28/25 Sun I read over the note and let you have some space from me. Something tells me that you might just need to cry this out again, and I know that is going to come from your poor bottom getting spanked. I am actually very impressed by your letter. I can’t expect a 10 year old to have all the maturity in the world when fessing up to doing something very wrong, but I think you did the best that you could given the stressful circumstances. I patiently and carefully fold it up and place it on the counter. I take a deep breath and notice that you still have plenty of pasta still in your bowl. I quietly place it in the fridge for later. I know you’re going to be hungry after we’re done. Okay, moment of truth. Time for the third part of your punishment. I walk down the hall connected to the kitchen to the small bathroom. In the drawer pf the vanity, I pull out a small, deep brown, wooden hairbrush. A perfect size for your bottom. I think we both mind of knew we would eventually be back here after the last time. Once you open that pandora’s box, it doesn’t stay completely closed. I walk back to the living room, I set the hairbrush on the couch, and I gently pull you put of the corner. Beneath your stern exterior, I see genuine tears forming. You poor thing. Just completely wrecked with guilt and anger. Maybe a hefty amount of that is directed toward me, but that is okay. I pull you into a hug and rub your back. I know that there must be something in you that understands how stern I have had to be, because you wrap your arms around me and squeeze. I really am out of words at this point and want to help you get back to baseline. I guide you by hand over to the couch and plop myself down with you standing just against my right knee. Looking around quickly, I notice there is no Charlie around. I guess he doesn’t want to bear witness. Through choked back tears, you let me guide you fully across my full lap. I adjust you by pulling you up slightly and letting the couch support your full upper torso. Your bottom is just above my right thigh, making it a prime target. I hook my thumbs in the sides of your sweatpants, catching your underwear at the same time. In one swoop, I pull both down to mid-thigh, revealing your stark bare bottom, partially lit by the glow of the Christmas tree.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 01:50:07 12/28/25 Sun I can't help but whimper a little as I go over your knee. I know the next little bit is going to be just awful. You push down my pants and underwear in one motion, and I automatically clench my bottom. No matter how much I might deserve it, I don't want a spanking! And I definitely don't want my favorite brother to give me a spanking. My chest heaves as I start to cry, even before you land the first spank. Then your hand lands with a sharp SMACK, and it just keeps going. You are giving my bare bottom some serious attention. You spank on the left side, then the right, then back and forth. There is no pattern, so I can't guess where the spanks are going to land. I grab one of the couch throw pillows with both hands, and bury my face in it. This HURTS! And I know it's going to get much worse before it's over. When we were first talking about this, I almost asked you to use the hairbrush for the whole spanking. I was feeling so guilty. But then I got mad that you were being so stern. I'm glad I didn't say anything, because the handspanking is really hurting A LOT. I'm pretty sure you are spanking harder than the first time you had me over your knee. I cross my ankles and desperately try not to kick my legs. I lift my face from the pillow to gulp in some air, and, for a moment, I'm embarrassed that I'm wailing like a little kid. "Owwwwwee, Luuuuuucaaaasss, I'm sorry! Please, please! I promise I won't do it again!" Then, you start spanking my bottom even faster, and I break down into ragged crying. Part of my brain knows you haven't even used the hairbrush yet. I saw it for a split second before you pulled me over your knee. I wonder if I'll ever be able to sit down again.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 09:38:04 12/28/25 Sun “Trust me, Ginger. I know how sorry you are. And I am going to make sure you don’t do this again.” I am fully volleying my hand all over your bottom, identifying any parts left pale pink or white and bringing them up to speed with the rest of your rapidly reddening bottom. You are trying your best not to kick, but 5 rapid fire spanks across your left sit spot followed by another 5 across your right makes your entire body practically go horizontal. I know I need to make a thorough job of it to really leave an impression. I do secretly worry that no matter what we tell mom, she might decide you have earned two. There is just no way to predict with her. Then it hits me that you’ll have to wait the entire weekend to find out. Maybe I’ll have you just call her tonight and learn the result. Her plane still has another hour until boarding. I slow down my spanks as you start to go limp and sob into the couch. Maybe I should have done the whole thing with the brush. I come to a stop and pick up the brush. I decide in the moment to give you some agency. “Ginger, since you came to me and trusted me to handle this whole situation, I think you are mature enough know what you’ve earned. I am going to use the hairbrush for this last part, but I want you to tell me how many spanks with it you’ve earned.”

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:41:00 12/28/25 Sun What?! You want me to tell you how many spanks you should give me with the brush?? I don't know! How about zero? My bottom is already on fire. I take a few deep breaths and try to think. Last time you gave me 10, and I know that this time is more serious. Can I get away with saying 20? Is that enough? I don't want ANY with the brush. This feels like a trap. What happens if I don't pick a high enough number? "Lu, Lucas . . . I don't know! I don't know what to say!" You put your left hand on my back and gently rub in little circles. "It's ok Gin, take a minute and think about it. Don't try to guess what you think I want to hear. This is about what you need to get past your guilt. I'm going to give you exactly the number that you say. Well, unless you say something crazy like 100, because I'm not doing that." One hundred? Yeah, there's no danger that I was going to say that. I want to say 20, because I feel like it's the lowest acceptable number. But is that what I deserve? Will I still feel guilty if I pick that? I had thought about asking you you to use the brush for the whole spanking. If I had done that, then it would probably be over by now! I wipe my face with sleeve. "Is 20 enough?" I ask. "I don't know Ginger, is it? You tell me." This is torture. Why can't you just decide for me? I don't know what will make me feel like I was punished enough. I take another couple deep breaths, and try to think about what would really be fair. If mom doesn't give me a second spanking, and I'm praying she doesn't, then this is really covering two things, being careless with letting Charlie out, and the lying. Either of those is probably worth 20, but I can't ask for 40. I just can't. Not on top of the very thorough hand spanking you just gave me. I come up with another option, and I hope you think it's ok. "Um, can we please be done for tonight? And then you can give me the brush tomorrow?"

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:09:04 12/28/25 Sun I guess I didn’t fully anticipate putting you through the mental ringer, but as I sit for a moment with your question, I absolutely get it. You must be in such deep discomforting pain right now, thinking about any more with the brush must be so anguishing. “Okay, Gin. I want you to think on it, but I don’t want you to torture yourself over it, either. Here…let’s talk for a moment…” I pull up your underwear first, followed by your sweatpants. I give a loving, very light pat on your bottom on signal to you to stand up. It’s noticeable that you’re not ready for a hug just yet, but you look down solemnly and play with the hem on the sleeve of your sweater. I gently take your hands and am happy that you let me do so. “I promise that I am not playing any mind games with you. I am not trying to make you feel more guilty or like you deserve more than you’re already getting. What I hope I can…illustrate for you is that you are responsible for your actions, both good and bad. I don’t want you to grow up feeling like you have no control, because you do and you will. I know mom and dad feel the same way, even if they show it in different ways. If you wake up tomorrow and decide you’ve earned one good spank with the hairbrush, then I will give you one and I promise that’ll be it.” You open your eyes wide at the thought of that! You really are very adorable when you’re not in trouble. “…IF that means you will not carry any more guilt about this whole thing. Because once we’re done, we are going to learn the lesson and wash our hands of it.” I make the “brushing my hands clean” motion. “That’ll be it. We won’t ever bring it up again. I know it sounds weird, but I am not letting you feel guilty about it any more.” You slowly nod your head in agreement. I am not sure anyone has ever put it that way to you before. I hope I am at least resonating with you in some way. “There is one more thing. And this is not a must…but I think we need to call mom and read her your note tonight before she gets on her flight.” You open your mouth to protest right away. “Just hold on,” I interrupt. “I want us to have the best weekend together, but I to do that, we can’t have this hanging over our heads. I don’t know what she will say. I swear to you, Gin, I will do everything to get her not to punish you more. I don’t think you deserve it. But we have to find out. We gotta clear that guilty conscience of yours once and for all, little sis.” I point playfully at your nose. I can’t believe it: I got the smallest hint of a laugh. I know nothing about this is hilarious, but I enjoy seeing that maybe you don’t TOTALLY hate me. Even if you hate it when I spank you. “…what do you think? I promise I won’t make you. This is all about doing what is best for your brain.”

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:36:38 12/28/25 Sun My first instinct is to say no way, but that only lasts a moment. You're right. I'll be worrying about this all weekend. Maybe she will think it's enough, especially when she hears what I'm going to ask for tomorrow. You're trying really hard to help me move past this, and I'm grateful. My earlier annoyance with you has completely disappeared. I step forward and wrap my arms around you. "You're right, let's call her. " You look surprised by my decision, and give me a reassuring smile. You tell me to go grab my letter, and I go get it in the kitchen. By the time I'm back, you have mom on speakerphone, and you are reassuring her that we are just fine. You say that we didn't want to interrupt their trip, but something came up that we think you need to know about. "It turns out that the reason Ginger has been quiet for a few days was because she was carrying around some guilt, and she 'fessed up and told me about it. She wanted me to tell you for her, and I said I would be with her, but she had to tell you herself." There's a moment of silence, and then mom's voice comes over the phone. "Ginger sweetheart, I'm sorry you've been feeling so bad. You can always tell me anything, even if it means that you get in trouble - especially then. It will always be better if you tell me about a problem, than if I find out later. So, what's going on?" "Hey mom," I sniff, and then have to cough. My voice feels rough, and I just know that she can hear that I've been crying. "Lucas had me write you a letter, so I'm going to read that." I shakily read the letter. There's silence on the other end of the phone for a long moment, and then I can hear you let out a sigh. "That's some confession, young lady. First, I want you to know that we aren't taking Charlie anywhere. You made one mistake, a mistake that I thought I had made too. I'm confident that you definitely learned a lesson from worrying about him so much, and that you'll be much more careful in the future. Aside from that, you have taken very good care of him, and I don't see any reason to take him away." I'm actually weak with relief, and sit down abruptly on the coffee table opposite where you are on the couch. I gasp as my sore bottom doesn't appreciate suddenly landing on a hard surface, but I don't even care that much. Mom continues, "I'm not very happy about the lying by omission though, and we will need to talk about that when I get back." My stinging bottom clenches at that, because her tone clearly indicates that a portion of this talk will happen with me over your knee. This is when you try to ride to my rescue. "Mom, that is the main reason why I called. Of course, you will need to talk this out with Ginger, but I'm hoping that it will be limited to just talking. Ginger is very remorseful, and I gave her a good spanking. I don't think she deserves to worry all weekend about getting another spanking when you get home." The silence coming from the other end of the phone seems ominous. You even seem slightly nervous, like mom might decide to spank YOU for daring to interfere with her discipline decisions. That couldn't happen, because you're 25, but you bite your bottom lip as you wait to hear what she is going to say. "Lucas is gonna spank me again tomorrow!" I blurt out. "He used his hand and then asked me how many I thought I deserved with the brush. It was hard to think, because my bottom was already so sore. It was really sneaky of him to ask me like that." I pause for a moment, "He really is a Slytherin." That surprises a laugh out of both of you. "But he gave me time to think, and I knew this was pretty bad. Last time he gave me 10 with the brush, and what I did this time was way worse. It was really two things. I, um, I feel like I deserve 20 with the brush, for each mistake - so, that makes 40. And I couldn't take that right now on top of the spanking he already gave me, so I asked if I could get the brush tomorrow, and he said yes. " You look shocked at the number I came up with and you hurriedly interject, "Mom, that's the first time she said that number, and I -" But mom cuts you off. "40 would be too much on top of what she already got tonight, but I think it sounds about right, considering she will have the night for her bottom to recover. Ginger, while I'm not thrilled about the lying, and we will talk about it when I get back, it will only be a talk. I'm proud of you for owning up to your mistakes, even if it took a little bit to get there. You can consider the spanking tomorrow with the brush as coming from me, and you don't have to worry about another one when I get home. You two have convinced me. It would seem I have two cunning Slytherins up against me." That surprises a tiny laugh out of me. If she's willing to joke about it, then she must not be too angry. "Thanks mom, I really am so sorry, about everything. " "I know sweetheart. It'll be alright. Once you and Lucas deal with the last part of this tomorrow, I want you two to have a fun weekend. Oh, they are calling us to board. I've got to run. Love you, and stay out of any more trouble!" She hangs up, and I launch myself at you for another hug in celebration.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 06:53:37 12/29/25 Mon I really soak in the moment, because we have really been through it tonight. I swore we were going to have the easiest weekend ever, and now you’re getting two spankings, which I thought were going to make you resent me for a long time. To know that you owned up to your own mistakes makes me so proud of you. I know you won’t always be this open with me, but for now while you are still this awesome kid, I am going to just bask in it. I rub your soft back a little and break the silence: “…I didn’t think you’d be this excited about getting a spanking.” You break into laughter, maybe a little bit of a nervous laughter and let go. We both aren’t sure what to do, but I know I want to not make tonight about being in trouble. That’s tomorrow’s issue. First, I know I have to tell you… “Gin, I am really, really proud of you. I would NEVER have owned up the way you just did.” You shyly smile, and ask “did you…ever get away with anything?” I smile back. I am sure you’d be interested in hearing about how to brother who just spanked you got his own bottom roasted once upon a time. “No way! I received this missing assignments report once in 6th grade that I hid and forged mom and dad’s signature on. I thought I was so clever. My teacher found out about it right away and told mom and dad. I don’t think I ever told you this! Mom used to spank us all with this wooden spoon that she had. It hurt so bad, but it was so long. Probably looked a little ridiculous spanking us. Anyways…I got it right in the kitchen with everyone home!” You gasp. Honestly, you getting it tonight in the living room was probably the most public spanking you’ve had. “But, while she was doing it, the spoon broke!” That gets you to laugh. “You must have a metal butt.” We both burst out laughing at that one. “Maybe! But I never got away with anything. The biggest difference was that I was not as brave as you are.” I go in for another hug and you wrap your arms around me as tightly as you ever have. As unpleasant as these spanking have been, I do think they’ve brought us closer together as siblings. “Thanks, Lucas. I promise you won’t ever have to do this again.” I wonder if that’s actually true for a moment. “Maybe I won’t, but if I ever do, you know that nothing changes between us. Also, don’t make any promises before you are a teenager.” We both smile shyly, knowing that there is still that door open for me to discipline you. I think to myself for a moment if you get in trouble in the future if you’ll tell mom or dad to just send me over. I know that would never happen, but I do wonder if you prefer my approach. “Okay, Gin. We still have tonight to do something fun. Are you hungry at all now?”

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:51:00 12/29/25 Mon As soon as you ask if I'm hungry, I realize that I am starving! My appetite fled when a spanking was in my immediate future, but now it's definitely back. "Yeah, I'm so hungry now! Did you have any extra pasta left over?" "I have yours in the fridge. I'll heat it up, and how about you get comfortable in your pajamas, and find something for us to watch?" I race off to my room, and throw my clothes in the hamper. I put on my softest long flannel nightgown, and take a private moment to give my sore bottom a rub. The worst of it has passed, but it's still sore and a little stingy. On a whim, I lift my nightie, and take a look at my bottom in the mirror. It's a uniform light red. You sure didn't miss any spots. I give it another careful rub, imagining what it will look like tomorrow, after the brush. That thought immediately starts to dampen my mood, so I try to push it aside. I head back to the living room and try find something to watch that I know you will like too. We're both kinda nerdy about some things, and I know you usually are good with nature documentaries. I find one on volcanoes just as you come in to the living room, carrying my plate and a glass of water. "You're going to let me eat in here?" I ask. "Don't tell mom, or my butt will be the one in danger." I give you an unimpressed look. "Oh, come on, that wouldn't happen. You're, you know, old." I giggle as you pretend to be wounded by being called old. You put the plate down on the coffee table, and I practically inhale the food. Then I snuggle up against your side on the sofa. I don't mean to, but I fall asleep before the show is even over. The next thing I know, I'm blinking my eyes against the sunlight filtering through my blinds. You must have carried me to bed. That's kinda sweet, and also kinda embarrassing. Speaking of embarrassing, I have another trip over your knee waiting for me. I sigh, and decide there is no point in dragging it out. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I find you on the sofa, sipping a cup of coffee, and watching the news. I cuddle up to you in the same spot as last night. "Hey Gin, what sounds good for breakfast? I make some awesome scrambled eggs, but there is also pancake mix in the cupboard. A word of warning, I have never actually made pancakes before, but how hard can it be, right?" I shake my head at you, imaging several ways your attempt at pancakes could go wrong. "I think I'd rather try these fabulous eggs of yours, but Lucas, can we please get it over with first?"

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:09:32 12/29/25 Mon I have been thinking about it all morning, too. It was so nice having a fun evening together - I am eager to get back to what I imagined this weekend being, and I am sure you are, too. “Let’s do it. I think we should go to your room for it. You’re owed more privacy than you got last night.” I know the curtains were drawn, but I do shudder to think that anyone might have seen from across the street. Mental note to take for the future if this happens again. We walk up the stairs together, you just a few steps ahead of me. You make the first turn into your room, and I grab the brush off of the counter of the bathroom across the hall. After carrying you to bed, I left it there as a little reminder. Not that either one of us needed it. I quietly enter your room, and you are reaching under your nighty, pulling your underwear down and completely off. Your nightie falls back down with it, and I give a slight, sorrowful smile. “I know you were going to do it for me anyway.” I nod and sit on the bed, then pat my left leg. I am still a little surprised at how quickly you oblige, and in a quick second you are over my knee. You reach up and grab a stuffy and pull it in close. “I’m sorry, Lucas. I’m sorry you had to spank me.” “It’s okay, Ginger. Let’s move on from this.” Pinching the sides of your nighty, I pull up the back of it. The sun reflects off your pale bottom - no marks left from yesterday, even if you may still feel it. I pick up the brush, tap it very lightly across your bottom, then deliver the first SPANK right across the middle. You jump at that a little, letting out a yelp. I hope it doesn’t add too much on top of yesterday. 39 more to go.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:19:22 12/29/25 Mon Ow! That felt different! Well, it still has an awful sting, like every other time I've gotten some swats with the brush, but it feels a little . . . sharper? I don't think you are spanking harder than you did before. Maybe the difference is that it's on a "fresh" bottom? I've only ever gotten the hairbrush at the end of a spanking before. My internal puzzling over the new sensation actually distracted me a little for the first few spanks. You're at 6, and now 7. "Oww!" That one definitely overlapped a previous one. I clutch my stuffy and cross my ankles as you get to 10. I stop trying to count and trust you to give me the right number. It's really starting to hurt, and I can't concentrate enough to keep track. You're landing the spanks at a slow but steady pace. I whimper, and I can feel tears starting to form. Then I think of the reasons I'm in this position - poor Charlie left outside, and lying to mom, and that pushes me over the edge even more than the pain in my bottom. I start to sniffle, and my chest heaves as I begin to cry. You pause for just a moment. You must have noticed. Then the next spank lands with a CRACK. "Aiiiieee! Lucas, please, not so hard!" (BTW, I might not be able to respond again tonight. I lost power because of a winter storm, and there is no estimate yet from the power company about when it might be back. At some point, I might have to go sit in my car to charge my phone, lol)

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:21:30 12/30/25 Tue Not so hard? That comment irritates me more than it probably should. You’re a kid on her second spanking in 24 hours - I absolutely get why you would ask for that. But, I still can’t help but feel like that is at odds with our whole conversation around this. “Ginger,” I pause spanking you for just a moment. “You’re being punished. It’s meant to hurt.” SPANK SPANK. I land two very hard spanks on the tops of your thighs that make you clench up and wiggle your bottom around. I wait for you to settle in place to continue my slow, deliberate pace. We are at 17. “Luuuucas! I’m sorrrrry”. You’re beginning to sound more and more garbled as we reach the halfway point. I take a moment to pause and rub your back while true, snotty tears are forming. “We have 20 more, then that’ll be it, Ginger. Clean slate. I’m proud of you and that you have taken this all so well. This has to make an impression, so these last few are going to be the worst ones you probably ever have gotten, but I am betting this will be the last spanking you get for a very long time.” Turning back to your bottom, it is no doubt the reddest I have ever seen it. Granted, I have only seen it like this twice. It is definitely more red as you look toward the center of your bottom. I’ll pay a little more attention to the outer portions of your cheeks. I start back in. I realize I am spanking to the pace of the kick drum in Little Drummer Boy. How appropriate for the season. Very slow, very deliberate. You’re definitely going more and more limp instead of clenching, but have not stopped wiggling your bottom. Mom used to yell at me to “STOP WIGGLING!” when I was getting mine. I always thought that was a bit mean. You’re in pain and don’t have full control over how you’re moving. I wonder if she’s said the same to you. I remember another thing mom used to do that was much more effective. When we got toward the end, she’d have us count out the last few. She said it was always about letting us know when exactly it would end, because there is no way you’re counting at this point. That’s another thing I wonder if mom still does with you. “Gin, you have exactly 5 more to get to twenty, but I want you to count them out loud. That way you know that we kept it at 40, and you know when you can stand up, okay?” Sobbing into your stuffy, you only can manage a nod. “Okay, here is the first one.” I land maybe the sharpest SPANK I have given you on your right cheek. ————- I hope you’re safe from the storm! Those are terrifying!

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:29:54 12/30/25 Tue I really shouldn't have asked you not to spank so hard, because it just made you spank even harder! This is awful. It burns and stings, and I'm wiggling around on your lap in an embarrassing way, but I can't help it. Then you tell me I have to count the last few. I hate it when mom does that, and I wish you hadn't decided to copy her. Although, this spanking is supposed to be "from" her, so I guess that makes sense, and . . . SPANK "Oooowwwww!" That was SO hard, and it hurts so much. I've accidentally worked my way mostly off the bed, where it had been supporting my top half. Now, I'm truly bent over your lap with my head hanging down. I'm still gripping my stuffy in my left hand, and I wrap my right hand around your ankle to keep from reaching back. If you're doing this like mom, then reaching back means extra swats. You tap the brush lightly against my bottom, but it still hurts. "Ginger, you need to count." You remind me. "Sor - sorry, Lucas. One." SPANK Immediately the next hard spank lands, and I wail out, "TWO!" SPANK I can't help it, my right hand flies back to shield my poor burning backside. Under your breath, I hear you mutter, "Damn it." Then louder, you say "Ginger! You know better than to reach back!" "I'm sorry! It hurts so bad!" "I'm sure it does. A spanking isn't supposed to tickle young lady." You sigh. "You know that means extra. And you were almost done. Move that hand." I reluctantly move my hand and you quickly deliver two sharp, but slightly lighter, spanks - one at the top of each thigh. "Count." You remind me again. "Three. " I say shakily. And it seems you take a little pity on me. You land the last two hard spanks one after another. SPANK SPANK And then you count for me, "Four and five." I slump over your lap in relief that it's finally over. You pull my nightgown down so that my bottom is covered. I'm grateful that you're so considerate of my modesty, but this time, I wouldn't have minded having my bottom bare just a bit longer. Even the light weight of my night gown feels like sandpaper against my very well-spanked bottom. I truly feel like a punished little girl. The pre-teen who is trying to be more independent is nowhere to be found. I can't imagine standing up right now. I just cry for a little bit, and you rub little circles on my back. Eventually, you say, "That can't be comfortable." You urge me to stand up, and help support me, then scoot yourself back so that you are lying on my bed, propped up by pillows and stuffys. Then you pat the bed by your side and I get it. I crawl up the bed, lie half on my side and half on top of you, and wrap you up in a tight hug. (Thanks for your good wishes about the storm! Luckily my power came back after only about half an hour. The wind was really insane though.)

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:44:39 12/31/25 Wed For how that felt like a marathon spanking session, everything is better when we’ve forgiven each other and can have these tender moments. “I’m sorry I ever had to give you this. I am sure mom has given you the ‘it hurts me more than it hurts you.’ I don’t know if that is exactly true, but I do need you to know how much I don’t like giving you a spanking, even when you deserve it.” I doubt anyone has ever said that to you, but you do deserve to hear it. I far prefer being your fun brother. “…but I am happy you trusted me. You knew the consequences and still trusted me to handle it. You can be honest with me - did you want me to handle it all along?” You break your silence. “…Maybe. I never wanted a spanking, but I guess I thought maybe you’d understand more than mom and dad.” I nod and understand that maybe I have really accomplished my full potential as a brother: one that can both guide and be fun. “I’m gonna give you a challenge for this new year, Gin.” “A challenge?” “Yeah…I want you to try to go a full year without a spanking. You’ve done it before, but I wanna see if you can do it again. Why not try?” “I don’t know about THAT.” We both snicker together, and you fold into my hug even more. “….you want some breakfast now?” “OKAY!” It’s been a second since I have seen you get back to your bright, happy self and it warms my heart. I tap your shoulder and we both get up - you more carefully than me. Walking behind you down the stairs, it would be obvious to anyone that your bottom must be still on fire and rubbing up against any sort of cloth has to be painful. You lay down on the couch immediately on your tummy and without missing a beat, you hike up the back of your nightgown and let your bottom cool off. You catch be laughing a little at that. “It’s okay, you’ve seen my butt.” “True. I got some eggs coming right up for ya, Gin.”

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:21:27 12/31/25 Wed I carefully reach back to see if rubbing will even help my poor bottom. I'm surprised when it does help a little. It still stings, but it's already getting better. It felt horrible while I was over your lap, but it doesn't seem like I'll be unable to sit for the foreseeable future. I think about your question, about if I wanted you to "handle" punishing me. It certainly wasn't a conscious decision, but I definitely felt more comfortable coming clean with you, than I would have with our parents. And I knew that if you did take on the responsibility to punish me, then you'd do a proper job of it. I never imagined that you'd let me off easy, and that's ok. That wasn't the point. I do feel a little bad for making you feel like the "bad guy," but you don't seem super upset about it. I hear your footsteps coming, and I flip my nightgown back down. I grab a throw pillow and put it on the floor, so that I can sit to eat at the coffee table. You grin when you see my strategy. The eggs you made look fantastic, and I realize that my stomach is growling. Huh, two days in a row, it seems getting spanked makes me hungry. "Hey Lucas?" I ask, managing to catch you with your mouth full. You just nod your head for me to go on. "I'm sorry I wound up dragging you into this whole mess, and making you the person who had to . . . um, deal with me, again. I promise it wasn't on purpose. I guess it was just easier to tell you the truth. But I'm totally going to take you up on your challenge. I would DEFINITELY prefer not to get another spanking in the next year. And by then, I'll be almost twelve, and that's starting to get too old to spank, right?" You give me a very skeptical look. "OK, thirteen, fourteen?! Mom and dad wouldn't spank me after I was in high school, would they?" You give me a half hearted shrug and keep eating. I'm starting to get suspicious. " Did YOU get spanked after you were in high school?" You swallow your bite off food, and point your fork at me. "This isn't about me, Gin. This is about you resolving to stay out of trouble." Ha! That non-answer was totally a yes! "Welllll, hearing about when you got in trouble would really help me avoid doing those same things. I think you should totally tell me about the last time you got -" "Ok!" You cut me off. "If you can keep your own butt out of trouble, then MAYBE I'll reward you with embarrassing stories of my own misadventures." I can't help but grin. I know when I've got you hooked. I nudge the side of your knee with my elbow. "You're the best big brother ever." Wow! That got a bit more epic than I ever expected. The thing with two spankings might have strained believability, but it just sort of happened, lol. I don't think it was TOO crazy, considering the characters we created. I really liked what you did as the big brother. A firm disciplinarian, when you had to be, but otherwise, supportive and sympathetic, and probably better with the post-spanking reassurances/cuddles than the parents. I need to read back through it and pick out some bits I especially liked, but I need to run right now, so I'll try to circle back and post again later. I hope you enjoyed it as much the first time playing the big brother. It's your turn to pick the scenario 😉. I hope you have a very happy New Year! Ginger

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 08:00:43 01/01/26 Thu That was so much fun! I think we justified any moment that may have strained credulity. Like, I think getting a hairbrush spanking the day after is warranted if it hurts too much. We also didn’t pack it on too thick. I tried to ask myself how believable certain actions would be before I wrote them. I thought the note was justified, but I toyed with doing bare corner time, which I think would have been believable in another context, but in this one would have been too much and likely made the character version of you get too angry. I also toyed with writing a whole conversation about not telling the parents to prevent them from spanking little Ginger, but that wouldn’t have made sense with the theme of letting go of guilt. I thought the whole sequence you wrote speaking with the mom was fantastic. I loved reading it. We created this world where this family is clearly very okay with spanking, but that had some heart to it. I did like that Ginger was mad at Lucas for a time, but that discipline let their relationship reset. I liked how Lucas shared a bit about his own spankings to not make her feel so alone. The tug of war between spanking like their parents, but doing everything else unlike their parents was interesting. I’ll have to take a minute to refresh my writing tank to start a new one, but I have ideas percolating. One idea was to switch up the dynamic. I am kind of a snotty rich kid who gets a new live-in nanny who has full permission to do whatever needs to be done to get me to be more respectful. That might be fun because I am imagining that at a preteen age, 11 or 12, Lucas has never received a spanking, so the whole process of baring, extra punishment, going to get an implement, etc. would all be new for him. Another is keeping it mom and son, but doing one with my cousins. Like a family vacation or something where Aunt May and you both have to give a spanking at the same time. That one might strain some credulity, but I’ll keep thinking on it.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas follow up [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:19:33 01/02/26 Fri Hey Ginger! Thought of another possible scenario. Of the three, let me know what you think! The third one I was thinking of would have to do with you watching me and a friend over a weekend. You have spanking permission from the mom (let’s say it was a good friend), but neither of us knows it. That could open up interesting dynamics, but still formulating thoughts. Any of those intrigue you or should I keep thinking?

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:36:56 01/03/26 Sat Hi Lucas! I think all of your scenarios have potential to be fun in different ways. The second one would tap into some extra embarrassment of being spanked in front of/ with your family members. The third one also has the embarrassment factor, with a different twist, and I'd get to spank two naughty bottoms, lol. And the first one could be be a chance for you to really play up the brattiness, if you'd like to explore that dynamic. I'm up for any one of them, or something else, if the fancy strikes you. I still owe you a more detailed recap of this one. I really enjoyed it. And it was (very loosely) based on something that really happened, so I was going to give you that backstory. Will try to do that later today, or tomorrow at the latest.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Lucas [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:46:29 01/03/26 Sat I’d love your recap! It informs how I think about other ones, for sure. While I certainly want to give you two naughty bottoms to spank in a future story (I think exploring that dynamic of seeing your own parent spank someone else is interesting), I think I’ll pick up on trying the live in nanny one, because of getting to play up a lot of brattiness. I always think doing mothers and sons it can be slightly difficult to REALLY play up the brattiness too much, because I would always know what the punishment was. If I didn’t fully understand that, I am curious what that dynamic could be like. I’ll let it marinate for a little.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:39:50 01/04/26 Sun Ok,I re-read everything, and I actually think it holds together better than I did the first time around. I really enjoyed the peeks into what big brother Lucas was thinking, and how he is getting more confident with being the disciplinarian when he has to. I think the turning point was when you asked me to decide how many I deserved with the hairbrush. That led to my own self reflection and the second spanking the next day, and then to the call with the mom. We had both made the mom sound a bit scary, and I was glad to soften that a bit with her being reasonable about the whole situation. You really struck a great balance between the loving older brother and the authority figure doling out punishment. One of my favorite parts, is that you truly were able to let things go after the spanking was over. One of the things I hated most about being in trouble when I was a kid was the tension that seemed to last for days. Speaking of when I was a kid, this was based a little bit on real events. When I was in middle school, (I'm guessing age 11 or 12), one day my dog got out. I was in school, and I got a notice to go to the front office. I couldn't imagine why I might be in trouble, but I was automatically nervous anyway. I got to the office, and the secretary told me that my mom was on the phone for me. Now I was worried that something bad had happened. So, I picked up the phone, and she was just livid. She said that I left the door from the house to garage wide open when I left to walk to school that morning, and that my dog had gotten out. She said he was gone because of my carelessness. I don't remember exactly how she phrased it, but I think she said that she was going to "beat my ass" when I got home. Then, I spent the rest of the day worrying about my dog and dreading what awaited me at home. Well, she drove around the neighborhood, and found the dog. He was just fine. And she didn't spank me. I'm guessing she calmed down in the hours since her call. But it was tense for a while. To this day, I honestly don't think I left the door open. It just makes no sense. I think SHE probably left the door open if she went out to the garage to do laundry or something. But anyway, that was the inspiration for this scenario. I'm totally down for being the brat-taming nanny, lol. No rush at all. Whenever you're feeling ready, just start a new thread, and I'll check in every few days. Ginger