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Denice to Debbie The Spanking, Part 2
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Date Posted: 15:45:06 05/07/25 Wed
In reply to: Denice spanks Debbie, Part I 's message, "Re: Denice Answers Debbie's Hypothetical" on 19:41:54 05/06/25 Tue

THE SPANKING, Part 2

I will say this for you, Debbie, right at the start. Once you knew a spanking was going to happen, once the event itself began and you placed yourself over my thighs for the spanking, you did so with a determination to take your punishment well and without any fuss or pleading or begging to be let off. You had always been like that when I spanked you when you were younger. Now, at 16, you were the same. Your courage was never in question, and I appreciated the fact that your refusal to make a fuss or be “babyish” about the punishment was the same now at 16 as it had always been.

I let you wait a few minutes over my lap before I started and this was deliberate. I wanted you to fully feel the “moment”, the anticipation, the natural anxiety. Also, from a personal standpoint, when a spanking of you was about to start, I have always liked to enjoy for a moment the very pleasurable sight of your naked and very pretty bottom over my lap and waiting to be spanked. Other parents have confirmed to me that they feel the same. The sight of a girl or boy’s bare bottom in position and waiting for a spanking to start is quite unique, and to thoughtful parents who are not angry and emotionally upset with the child at the time, the sight is anything but distasteful.

I ran my hand once over the entire spanking area—the globes of both bottom cheeks, the sides of the mounds, the sit-spots where the bottom curved to meet the thighs, and down the tops of the thighs also about halfway to your knees.

You sucked in your breath noticeably when I stroked my hand across your spanking areas, especially when I stroked one thigh down to about mid-way and stroked the other thigh back up. As I did that, I seemed to remember (I could be wrong) that you told me once that, unlike me, your mother spanks only your bottoms and not the tops of your thighs. The way you sucked in your breath even more when I touched your thighs in that moment before starting the spanking seemed to confirm that.

I began to spank you then with my hand, maybe surprising you because the strokes at the start were not particularly hard--just short, sharp smacks that I knew stung and that started your warm-up for me. I spanked like that all over the nearest globe of your bottom first, and then did the same with the other, covering the tops, the sides and the sit spots while you made a few muffled noises but were basically silent. I then spanked down the outer thigh from the sit-spots of your bottom to about half way to the knee—spanking not even as hard as the moderate smacks I had just given you on your bottom, but I am aware, of course, that the thigh area is particularly tender and could see your head and shoulders raise up immediately from their forward position when I did that. Taking my time, all the way down the outer thigh and then back up the nearer one, and when spanking on your bottom globes, I used overlapping smacks to cover every inch of the area I spanked.

Back to your bottoms I went, spanking harder now—not full force or anything like that but definitely harder than the previous spanks to your bottom. You began to make noises at that point—almost through your teeth as it were—but definitely a stream of owwtch owww owwwtches! Grunting them out. I covered all of both globes again and they were definitely starting to turn pink—a rosy pink—and the owwwtches and owwwwws were beginning to get louder. When I moved to your thighs this time, with the strokes no harder than the first time in that area, your sounds got noticeably louder and more strident. YOOWW OWWW OH OH YOWWWW! Finally, as I finished the return trip of spanks to go back to your bottom, there was a spoken, “OWWWWW that huuurrts! That HUUURRRTS!” before the last spanks on your thighs.

This time when I began spanking your bottom globes again with my hand, I began smacking harder, and after a half dozen or so stinging whacks this time you burst into tears. Almost immediately then as I continued spanking harder, as one spank after another landed on your bottom, you became more voluble. “OWWWTCH! Aunt DENEEES! OWWWW, that HUUUURTS! Pleaaaaaze! Not so HAAARD! PUL-EEEEEZE!” In short order the pink color mentioned turned steadily into a brighter and brighter red.

I spanked you hard and steadily then for a couple of minutes, with your tears running out and running freely down your cheeks and flying off into the air with the jerking movements of your head. As your face turned partly toward me and your noises got louder, I saw that snot hung from your nose. Keeping one hand pressed down in the small of your back I reached across you to the table and picked up a washcloth I had dampened and rinsed, and I used it then to wash your face and neck. You blubbered and sobbed as I did this but you did seem to appreciate the clean-up.

When I reached to drop the cloth back on the table, I picked up the hairbrush and held it in front of you so you saw it clearly. You let out a tremendous moan when you saw it. “We’re almost done, Debbie,” I told you, “but I’m going to give you a turn with the hairbrush to finish your spanking so I want you to hang on, grit your teeth and take the rest of your spanking and then we’ll be done.”

The moan you answered that with was even louder. “Oh, Aunt Denise,” you said, the words coming out in almost a garbled stutter, “I HATE the hairbrush! I really…really… HATE it! Do you…do you…HAVE to spank me with that?”

And I told you even as you were lying there sobbing and as I stroked your spanked bottom for a moment with my hand, “Yes, Debbie, I do have to give you a turn with the hairbrush. I always make those decisions before I start spanking, Honey, and once I’ve made that decision I follow through. Now listen to me. I am not angry with you, and I am not spanking you out of anger or pique on my part. Your conduct deserved a full, hard spanking, as I told you before we started, one with lots of crying, and that is what you are getting. So, grit your teeth and hang on because we’re almost finished, and you can handle this. You know you can. And you need it and earned it.”

Before you had a chance to say anything else I immediately started spanking you with the hairbrush, doing it pretty much as I did the hand spanking on your bottom, starting with very moderate smacks and moving from cheek to cheek, doing the tops and sides and sit spots, and covering the whole area—but not your thighs this time, not with the hairbrush. Spanking very moderately at first, I was just snapping the wooden surface down with short sharp cracks, but then for the last thirty seconds or so I began spanking much more briskly and harder, making you really bellow and kick your legs up and down on the couch out to my right, and you let loose then with hard crying, your head and shoulders lifting up as you bawled and cried full throat.

The hairbrush spanking only took maybe a minute and a half or two minutes tops, and then I stopped and guided you up so you could slide off my lap to the floor where you hopped up and down in place waving your hands frantically over your bottom. I can still see you stopping for a full second or two now and then to bend forward almost double, your head down at your knees, as you grabbed your bottom with both hands and yelped “YOOWWW YOOWWWW OWWW!” Then you would let go and begin hopping up and down again while fanning your bottom frantically with both hands.

After four minutes or so of dancing in place, and after you had quieted down to sobbing and moaning, I held out my arms for you and you climbed eagerly up onto my lap, straddling me, chest to chest, face to face while I wiped your face and neck clean again with a damp cloth and had you blow your nose several times time to get rid of the collected snot. You then looped your arms around my shoulders buried your face in my neck, and I kissed you again and again and stroked your head and neck and shoulders and you kept saying things like, “Oh, Aunt Denice, you spanked me SOO hard! Oh, I am SOOO hot! Oh, my bottom is on fire!”

After four or five minutes you had quieted down to just sobbing and sniffling and that is when I realized you had kicked off your Bermuda shorts while I was giving you that turn with the hairbrush. After we cuddled like that for a bit longer, I took you by the shoulders and pushed you back a bit so we could look at each other, and I said to you. “Now, Love, you have one last thing to do and your punishment is over and this incident is closed, Over and done with and closed for good.”

You looked at me puzzled and I said, “Before you go upstairs to clean up, and if you like, I’ll go up with you and help wash your hair and your back help you to shower and then I’ll l put some nice lotion all over your bottom and your spanked areas to cool you down a lot while you nap for a while, okay? But first, I want you to walk over to that wall next to the big front window, and I want you to stand there for fifteen minutes with your bottom bare and cooling and your arms at your side and I want you to think about this spanking you just got and decide in your own mind if you feel it was deserved just as I gave it to you. During that 15 minutes you are not to touch or rub your bottom, okay? Let your bottom sting and burn as you stand there. I want you to feel that stinging for those 15 minutes. Then we’ll go upstairs and get you cleaned up, and put the soothing lotion on you, and you can have a nice nap for a couple of hours or so.”

And so, Debbie, that is the kind of spanking I would have given you, and it would have ended with you getting a big hug and kiss from me and then you would have had to cross the room in just your tee shirt to stand facing the wall with your hands at your sides, your bottom bare, and with some time to think about and digest the spanking you just got before you went up to get cleaned up and take a needed nap .
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So, Debbie, that is my reply to your hypothetical. That is how I would have reacted, and how I would have handled your punishment if the hypothetical you posited were a real situation and I were your “adopted Aunt”. Your comments? Of course, comments from any reader are all very welcome.

(The spanking I described is very close to one I gave one of my own daughters not too long ago, except I spanked her a little bit longer with the hairbrush than the one I described here, and she got two spankings four days apart because hers was a more serious offense—smoking and drinking wine at a friend’s house while the parents were out. Caught when the parents came home unexpectedly early. BUSTED!)
Denice

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>THE SPANKING, Part 2 > >I will say this for you, Debbie, right at the start. >Once you knew a spanking was going to happen, once the >event itself began and you placed yourself over my >thighs for the spanking, you did so with a >determination to take your punishment well and without >any fuss or pleading or begging to be let off. You >had always been like that when I spanked you when you >were younger. Now, at 16, you were the same. Your >courage was never in question, and I appreciated the >fact that your refusal to make a fuss or be >“babyish” about the punishment was the same now at >16 as it had always been. > >I let you wait a few minutes over my lap before I >started and this was deliberate. I wanted you to fully >feel the “moment”, the anticipation, the natural >anxiety. Also, from a personal standpoint, when a >spanking of you was about to start, I have always >liked to enjoy for a moment the very pleasurable sight >of your naked and very pretty bottom over my lap and >waiting to be spanked. Other parents have confirmed to >me that they feel the same. The sight of a girl or >boy’s bare bottom in position and waiting for a >spanking to start is quite unique, and to thoughtful >parents who are not angry and emotionally upset with >the child at the time, the sight is anything but >distasteful. > >I ran my hand once over the entire spanking area—the >globes of both bottom cheeks, the sides of the mounds, >the sit-spots where the bottom curved to meet the >thighs, and down the tops of the thighs also about >halfway to your knees. > >You sucked in your breath noticeably when I stroked my >hand across your spanking areas, especially when I >stroked one thigh down to about mid-way and stroked >the other thigh back up. As I did that, I seemed to >remember (I could be wrong) that you told me once >that, unlike me, your mother spanks only your bottoms >and not the tops of your thighs. The way you sucked in >your breath even more when I touched your thighs in >that moment before starting the spanking seemed to >confirm that. > >I began to spank you then with my hand, maybe >surprising you because the strokes at the start were >not particularly hard--just short, sharp smacks that I >knew stung and that started your warm-up for me. I >spanked like that all over the nearest globe of your >bottom first, and then did the same with the other, >covering the tops, the sides and the sit spots while >you made a few muffled noises but were basically >silent. I then spanked down the outer thigh from the >sit-spots of your bottom to about half way to the >knee—spanking not even as hard as the moderate >smacks I had just given you on your bottom, but I am >aware, of course, that the thigh area is particularly >tender and could see your head and shoulders raise up >immediately from their forward position when I did >that. Taking my time, all the way down the outer thigh >and then back up the nearer one, and when spanking on >your bottom globes, I used overlapping smacks to cover >every inch of the area I spanked. > >Back to your bottoms I went, spanking harder now—not >full force or anything like that but definitely harder >than the previous spanks to your bottom. You began to >make noises at that point—almost through your teeth >as it were—but definitely a stream of owwtch owww >owwwtches! Grunting them out. I covered all of both >globes again and they were definitely starting to turn >pink—a rosy pink—and the owwwtches and owwwwws >were beginning to get louder. When I moved to your >thighs this time, with the strokes no harder than the >first time in that area, your sounds got noticeably >louder and more strident. YOOWW OWWW OH OH YOWWWW! >Finally, as I finished the return trip of spanks to go >back to your bottom, there was a spoken, “OWWWWW >that huuurrts! That HUUURRRTS!” before the last >spanks on your thighs. > >This time when I began spanking your bottom globes >again with my hand, I began smacking harder, and after >a half dozen or so stinging whacks this time you burst >into tears. Almost immediately then as I continued >spanking harder, as one spank after another landed on >your bottom, you became more voluble. “OWWWTCH! Aunt >DENEEES! OWWWW, that HUUUURTS! Pleaaaaaze! Not so >HAAARD! PUL-EEEEEZE!” In short order the pink >color mentioned turned steadily into a brighter and >brighter red. > >I spanked you hard and steadily then for a couple of >minutes, with your tears running out and running >freely down your cheeks and flying off into the air >with the jerking movements of your head. As your face >turned partly toward me and your noises got louder, I >saw that snot hung from your nose. Keeping one hand >pressed down in the small of your back I reached >across you to the table and picked up a washcloth I >had dampened and rinsed, and I used it then to wash >your face and neck. You blubbered and sobbed as I did >this but you did seem to appreciate the clean-up. > >When I reached to drop the cloth back on the table, I >picked up the hairbrush and held it in front of you so >you saw it clearly. You let out a tremendous moan when >you saw it. “We’re almost done, Debbie,” I told >you, “but I’m going to give you a turn with the >hairbrush to finish your spanking so I want you to >hang on, grit your teeth and take the rest of your >spanking and then we’ll be done.” > >The moan you answered that with was even louder. >“Oh, Aunt Denise,” you said, the words coming out >in almost a garbled stutter, “I HATE the hairbrush! >I really…really… HATE it! Do you…do you…HAVE >to spank me with that?” > >And I told you even as you were lying there sobbing >and as I stroked your spanked bottom for a moment with >my hand, “Yes, Debbie, I do have to give you a turn >with the hairbrush. I always make those decisions >before I start spanking, Honey, and once I’ve made >that decision I follow through. Now listen to me. I >am not angry with you, and I am not spanking you out >of anger or pique on my part. Your conduct deserved a >full, hard spanking, as I told you before we started, >one with lots of crying, and that is what you are >getting. So, grit your teeth and hang on because >we’re almost finished, and you can handle this. You >know you can. And you need it and earned it.” > >Before you had a chance to say anything else I >immediately started spanking you with the hairbrush, >doing it pretty much as I did the hand spanking on >your bottom, starting with very moderate smacks and >moving from cheek to cheek, doing the tops and sides >and sit spots, and covering the whole area—but not >your thighs this time, not with the hairbrush. >Spanking very moderately at first, I was just snapping >the wooden surface down with short sharp cracks, but >then for the last thirty seconds or so I began >spanking much more briskly and harder, making you >really bellow and kick your legs up and down on the >couch out to my right, and you let loose then with >hard crying, your head and shoulders lifting up as you >bawled and cried full throat. > >The hairbrush spanking only took maybe a minute and a >half or two minutes tops, and then I stopped and >guided you up so you could slide off my lap to the >floor where you hopped up and down in place waving >your hands frantically over your bottom. I can still >see you stopping for a full second or two now and then >to bend forward almost double, your head down at your >knees, as you grabbed your bottom with both hands and >yelped “YOOWWW YOOWWWW OWWW!” Then you would let >go and begin hopping up and down again while fanning >your bottom frantically with both hands. > >After four minutes or so of dancing in place, and >after you had quieted down to sobbing and moaning, I >held out my arms for you and you climbed eagerly up >onto my lap, straddling me, chest to chest, face to >face while I wiped your face and neck clean again >with a damp cloth and had you blow your nose several >times time to get rid of the collected snot. You then >looped your arms around my shoulders buried your face >in my neck, and I kissed you again and again and >stroked your head and neck and shoulders and you kept >saying things like, “Oh, Aunt Denice, you spanked me >SOO hard! Oh, I am SOOO hot! Oh, my bottom is on >fire!” > >After four or five minutes you had quieted down to >just sobbing and sniffling and that is when I realized >you had kicked off your Bermuda shorts while I was >giving you that turn with the hairbrush. After we >cuddled like that for a bit longer, I took you by the >shoulders and pushed you back a bit so we could look >at each other, and I said to you. “Now, Love, you >have one last thing to do and your punishment is over >and this incident is closed, Over and done with and >closed for good.” > >You looked at me puzzled and I said, “Before you go >upstairs to clean up, and if you like, I’ll go up >with you and help wash your hair and your back help >you to shower and then I’ll l put some nice lotion >all over your bottom and your spanked areas to cool >you down a lot while you nap for a while, okay? But >first, I want you to walk over to that wall next to >the big front window, and I want you to stand there >for fifteen minutes with your bottom bare and cooling >and your arms at your side and I want you to think >about this spanking you just got and decide in your >own mind if you feel it was deserved just as I gave it >to you. During that 15 minutes you are not to touch or >rub your bottom, okay? Let your bottom sting and burn >as you stand there. I want you to feel that stinging >for those 15 minutes. Then we’ll go upstairs and >get you cleaned up, and put the soothing lotion on >you, and you can have a nice nap for a couple of hours >or so.” > >And so, Debbie, that is the kind of spanking I would >have given you, and it would have ended with you >getting a big hug and kiss from me and then you would >have had to cross the room in just your tee shirt to >stand facing the wall with your hands at your sides, >your bottom bare, and with some time to think about >and digest the spanking you just got before you went >up to get cleaned up and take a needed nap . >___________________________ >So, Debbie, that is my reply to your hypothetical. >That is how I would have reacted, and how I would have >handled your punishment if the hypothetical you >posited were a real situation and I were your >“adopted Aunt”. Your comments? Of course, comments >from any reader are all very welcome. > >(The spanking I described is very close to one I gave >one of my own daughters not too long ago, except I >spanked her a little bit longer with the hairbrush >than the one I described here, and she got two >spankings four days apart because hers was a more >serious offense—smoking and drinking wine at a >friend’s house while the parents were out. Caught >when the parents came home unexpectedly early. >BUSTED!) >Denice

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