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Subject: Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2 Author: Ginger [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:51:00 12/29/25 Mon In reply to: Lucas 's message, "Re: Little Ginger, Pt 2" on 06:53:37 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?" [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> 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