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Date Posted: 16:24:04 03/16/26 Mon In reply to: Chris to Sonya 's message, "Re: Basics of our discipline" on 07:36:29 03/16/26 Mon Hi Sweetie! Yes you are correct I talked about her and her daughter on a couple of different forums. How she or I should say they literally became family is an interesting story. I was out doing some shopping one day and went to the Local Walmart. I ended up seeing two public spankings that day. First, a woman was scolding her young son in the parking lot and then opened the car door sat on the seat and then pulled his pants down and turned him over her knee giving him several smacks on his chubby bare bottom. I didn't want to seem creepy and linger too long and I also had to go pee so I hurried inside and went straight to the Ladies Room. While I was relieving myself, I heard a woman fussing at a child then the unmistakable sounds of a bare bottom spanking and a little girl crying. When I came out of the stall and went to wash my hands, there was a young mother spanking her little girl. I tried to ignore them and not cause any kind of scene but when she noticed me, she stopped and apologized quickly pulling her little girl's panties up. She looked really shaken up. I guess she expected me to jump all over her for "child abuse" or something like that. She stammered out her apology and I just smiled at her and told her it would be ok followed by saying, "I guess someone's been naughty today." The Momma was really upset and I started talking to her because she seemed to really need someone to talk to. I hugged her and said it would be ok. Then I asked her if she'd like to go have some coffee and talk. This Walmart still has on of the McDonalds Cafes so we went in there and sat, I bought her and myself a coffee and her little girl a chocolate milkshake. As we talked, I started to feel a strong connection to them both. I found out that she was twenty-three and married to a member of the military who is the same age and he is stationed in the Middle East. Also, she has no other family. She got pregnant at seventeen and her parents who are Christian Nationalists. They were furious she had gotten pregnant and then moreso when the found out the father was her black boyfriend they had forbidden her to have anything to do with. They kicked her out and disowned her because she refused to get rid of the baby and never see him again. Her boyfriend was raised by his Granny and she moved in with them. They ended up getting married. Six months later their beautiful baby girl was born. Because neither finished high school life was difficult, he was working two jobs trying to support his family and then he talked to a recruiter about joining the military. They helped him get his GED and then signed him up. Not long before he shipped out his Granny died. Her family refused to have anything to do with her even after the baby was born. She sent them pictures of her and they returned the envelope unopened telling her "You are NOT OUR DAUGHTER! LEAVE US ALONE! She ended up having to find a cheaper apartment after the Grandmother passed away and in spite of what some people think, the Military does NOT pay very well. Once the baby was old enough for pre-school she enrolled her and then started working whatever part time jobs she could get while she was in school to help make ends meet. She also applied for SNAP to help put food on the table. After she and I sat and talked, like I said, we became friends and I absolutely loved that baby girl of hers and she immediately warmed up to me calling me "Auntie Sonya". After getting something to eat and some more conversation we exchanged phone numbers and I told her, that she isn't alone in all this and she has family now. I invited them to come over for church and a cookout that Sunday and she came. My husband and the kids all took an immediate liking to her and the baby. She and I along with Momma would go on little shopping trips when she wasn't working and then they would come spend time with us. I also started taking care of the baby girl while her Momma could pick up some extra hours at work. One night she came over and asked if I would mind watching the baby for a few hours because they called her into work. So of course I said yes. It was getting late and she hadn't come home yet, so since my daughter and the little girl had taken such a liking to each other I gave the baby a bath and put her to bed with my daughter. It was about eleven when she got in from work. She looked tired and upset. I asked her what was wrong and she just said, "Nothing, I'm ok. I just need to get the baby and go home, it's been a long night." We went to the bedroom to get her and saw her cuddled up with my daughter, both sound asleep. She said, "God I hate to wake her." I put my arm around her and said, "Let her sleep, y'all can just stay the night." She tried to beg off saying she didn't have any clothes for her to wear to school. I offered to go across town with her to get some clothes for her and the baby too. She finally gave in and we got in her car and made the trip across town. I was shocked when I saw her home. It was an old seedy motel that was turned into low income housing and a rough part of town. I didn't comment about the place as we went in. When I got inside I was shocked by the condition the place was in. There were cracked windows, exposed outlets, tape on the walls where they had been busted. Half the lights didn't work and neither did the Air Conditioner. It was mid-August and no A/C and windows you couldn't even open. It was a one bedroom apartment with a living room and kitchenette. The junk in this "furnished apartment" wasn't fit for humans. We went to the bedroom and the only bed was a makeshift bed with a baby mattress on it. As I was helping her I finally asked her "Where do you sleep?" She started to get teary eyed and said, "I sleep on the couch in the living room. Then she cleared her throat and asked if I'd like to have a Pepsi. So she got us both a drink out of the fridge and we sat and talked. I was trying to be very careful with what I said because she was so embarrassed for me to see her "home" I noticed that the sink in the kitchenette was dripping pretty bad and asked why the landlord isn't fixing anything. She told me he keeps telling he will fix it when he can. Then I saw a couple of mice scurry by us and I said, "You know what. "Let's pack up some more of your things and the baby's and you come stay with us until he starts repairing this mess,' Then I let her know, I wouldn't take no for an answer. She said she didn't want to be a burden to us and I assured her she wouldn't be. We packed and then left that dump and started home. I asked her how much her rent is and was SHOCKED to see how much her slum lord was charging without repairing anything. We got back to the house. she checked on the baby to see she was still asleep and then I told her, "Sweetie, go get a shower and I'm gonna fix you something to eat." She came out in a nightshirt and sat down and had a little to eat, but she more picked through her food than anything else. I asked her what was wrong and she just said she's really tired. So I took her to the basement and showed her the family room, laundry room and two guest rooms . She sat on the bed complimenting the house and how nice everything was and then how wonderful we were to her, then she started crying. I was holding her and asking what was wrong and couldn't get her to tell me. I called my husband downstairs and he came in the room asking what was wrong. Telling her we want to help. She sobbed that she lost her job tonight and didn't know what she was going to do. She said, they called her in to let her know they were cutting back and since she was the last hired, she would be the first fired. They let her work some extra hours for her last check. I turned to Mark and told him about the conditions she and the baby had to live in and they had noone. Mark said, they have us, we can help them. I suggested they move in with us and he was in complete agreement. She tried to decline but my husband patted her on the back and said, "We have plenty of room here. Four bedrooms upstairs and two down here, plus an extra room in the attic that can be converted to a guest room. We definitely have room for you and the baby." When she tried to say she didn't want to be a burden, he cut her off and said, "In the last few weeks you an that little girl have become part of our family. You won't be a burden at all." Then said, "and you're gonna find out really quick, Sonya don't take no from an answer." She finally agreed. That weekend with Daddy's help we got her stuff out of that dump and moved it all in to our house. The kids were thrilled, especially my daughter because she had gotten so attached to her little girl it was almost like having a little sister. We had the chance to meet her husband that weekend when he skyped her. He is a really nice young man who loves his wife and daughter and he was thrilled that they're not alone anymore and have a decent place to live. Over the next couple of months, she was no longer a guest, she became family and Mark and I started talking about making it official. We contacted her husband to see what he would think about his wife and child officially becoming family and he was all for it. We got our lawyer to file the adoption paperwork and sent the proper forms to her husband to get his approval. His CO expedited the paperwork for him. On her birthday we had a party for her to officially welcome her and the little girl into the family even though the paperwork wasn't finalized. We gave her a ring and "proposed" to her to become our daughter. Which her husband was able to watch via Skype. We received the approval from the Judge in December shortly before Christmas. As far as the birthday spanking and playful smacks While I'm not into spanking in a sexual way, I'm not opposed to getting or receiving playful smacks on the butt and birthday spankings. It's all in fun. By the way, I didn't give her the birthday spanking, Momma did with Mark and me both adding a few swats and Ironically, expecting us to give her a birthday spanking, she went out and bought a pair of white panties with "Spank me" in big letters across the butt. She and I had actually talking about spankings more than once. After I had spanked the little girl for the first time, I felt awful about it. It was only two smacks on the seat of her pants, but she was heartbroken that the woman she called "Auntie Sonya" spanked her. "Auntie Sonya" doesn't spank, she spoils. I talked it over with her Momma later and she to my surprise, told me, if I misbehaved and you decided I needed to be spanked, I would accept it. That surprised me. Then she hugged me and told me she loves me. The smack I gave her when she was sick, just happened. She was very sick and needed to take the medicine. She didn't want to be separated from her little girl to stay in the hospital and she didn't want to take her meds. She couldn't keep anything down so she had to have her meds in suppository form and she really didn't want them put up her butt. She was too embarrassed to do it herself because it made her feel childish. So I offered to help her which she was willing to go along with. As I tried to insert it, she started to struggle a bit. The smack I gave her was more like a warning smack than the real thing but I told her to lay still and take her medicine or I'd give her a real spanking. She apologized and let me help her. We laugh about it now. She says, she wasn't used to having anybody take care of her since her parents kicked her out and with the fever and being so sick, she was really embarrassed. Even though she told me she would be willing to submit to a spanking from me if I thought she really deserved it, I honestly can't think of anything she would do at twenty-four that would make me really want to turn her over my knee and give her a real spanking. I remember how shocked and embarrassed I was when Daddy gave me my last spanking three days after my eighteenth birthday. I can't imagine what it would be like to receive a REAL SPANKING as an adult with a young child at twenty four. If you have any more questions to ask, please do. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| Re: Basics of our discipline | Sarah | 16:57:05 03/16/26 Mon |
| Re: Basics of our discipline | Chris to Sonya | 18:14:08 03/16/26 Mon |
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