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Aunt Nat
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Date Posted: 04:04:11 10/10/24 Thu
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Aunt Nat
's message, "Not Sure About This..." on 12:08:14 09/19/24 Thu
Tuesday morning and afternoon was a whirlwind of emotions for me. That little voice kept saying "You can't do this." while I kept cheering myself on "You CAN do this". I set up the house, put a chair in the living room, took a deep breath, told myself to be strong and went to pick her up. I could tell she was visibly nervous, although feeling like I had electricity charging through my body I sucked it up and showed that I was stern and comforting. We got the nervous chit chat out of the way and before we got too settled in I told her that to let her know that this is not a game and this is serious business we were going to start off with a good spanking.
I could see she was trying to hold back a smile and was still not clear that we were not playing. My nerves had settled and I was in boss mode. I turned her over my knees and got down to business spanking her over her jeans. It was a steady pace, not too slow and not too rapid. I think by the third or fourth spank she began to realize that this was a real spanking and let out an 'ow', but other than that took the spanking pretty stoically. I didn't tear into her, but enough to make her bottom warm when we sat down. I retrospect it was very cute the way she rubbed her bottom and the look in her face that she had just had a reality check.
We sat down at the kitchen table with our laptops and discussed her nightly emails, her successes and failures. It was a long conversation and if I do say so myself my nervousness and insecurities had evaporated and I felt fully in charge. We discussed that the time had come for her well deserved consequences. She seemed a little more reluctant as we moved towards the living room with my hairbrush in hand.
I undid her jeans and tugged them down below her knees. Standing in front of me in her underwear (and in case you're curious, pink briefs with red and blue flowers) her impish smile had disappeared and I believe it had settled in the seriousness of the situation. I must admit while lecturing her I soaked in the visual in front of me and had conflicting emotions. I helped her across my knees and couldn't help but rub her little bottom while lecturing. That little voice in my head was saying "Nat, what are you doing?"
I started with a long series of slow, accentuated slaps covering her bottom and just under the hem of her undies. She whimpered, yelped and jolted with each slap and over the maybe couple of minutes and I'm sure she was beginning to realize that her actions have consequences. I rubbed her bottom and back and continued to lecture and then I gave her a spanking in earnest. It wasn't easy to keep a grip on her with her kicking, squirming and trying to throw her hands back. From reading the spanking Shelby gave Emmie Sue, I smacked her bare back legs when she tried to reach back. I didn't time it, but I'm guessing it was a couple of minutes. She was crying, but I wouldn't say full out bawling.
By this time I was feeling in complete control and that I was the arm of justice. I had to keep in mind not to overdo it and remember the goal. I again lectured her and comforted her and to finalize the deal I gave her a dozen or so good swats with the hairbrush.
About halfway she was fully bawling and truly sorry for her behavior. We stood and embraced and she bawled into my shoulder as I comforted her. I sat on the couch with her sitting in my lap as she had a good cry until she (we) could come to our senses. We moved back to the kitchen table. She asked if she could keep her pants off, but I told her to pull them up. Her jeans weren't tight, but I could tell tugging them over her bottom was uncomfortable. She reluctantly sat down across from me and we discussed her goals for the next two weeks. I had already cooked meatballs earlier in the day, but she helped me prepare meatball sandwiches and seasoned Brussels sprouts and she prepared the table.
The bonding I felt from this whole experience with this girl was amazing. I'm sure she felt it too and when I dropped her off she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. If last night's email is any indication I think we've made a lot of progress. I hope this keeps up and I hope she's being honest, although to be honest I wouldn't mind doing this again in two weeks. Two mornings later I'm still trying to put this all together in my mind. It still seems like a dream to me.
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