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>Hi Debbie, > >I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you sooner. I said that >I got spanked, and I didn't elaborate. You were >worried but then the site went down. I'm rly sorry for >that. > >That message was my snapping because I was angry. Mom >gave me few slaps to get moving, and I felt like a >kid. Well, like a small one... I wrote it down without >thinking, and I'm sorry that you were worrying about >me. > >A week ago I got a real thing, and it was one of the >worst experiences ever. You know my auntie and Lena >visited us on Friday. Since we had guests over I >thought that I could do my homework and mom's >assignments the next day, but I was very wrong about >that. I kept on arguing about it, and my future didn't >look that promising. > >My auntie said that, all right, she would keep an eye >on me, and mom would take Lena outside for like an >hour or two. I thought she just saved me from being >spanked, because I was sure that I was over the line, >and mom was about to do it. Once I realised I was all >apologies, and I didn't protest any further. Mom went >out with Lena, and i stayed behind with my auntie. > >I went to my room and I wanted to sit down at my desk, >but auntie stopped me and said not so fast. She said >that I was way over the line earlier, and an apology >wasn't enough. I just asked her what did she wanted me >to do, but she was already sitting down on my bed and >had her hands around the waistband of my pants. Then >it hit me, she's going to spank me in my mom's place. >For some reason I never considered the possibility, >but she has the permission to spank me whenever she >wants and however she wants. > >I started begging my way out. It was so long since I >was bared and spanked. I didn't want to feel naked and >humiliated again, and I definitely didn't want to feel >the pain of being spanked. It didn't help me at all. I >was protesting, I was desperate to keep my panties up, >but one by one she lowered my pants, and panties below >my knees. My face got all red, I could feel its >warmth, and felt horrible. My first instinct was to >cover... You know, but she told me to keep my hands at >my sides a second later. > >Then she was talking, talking... And talking. That I >acted like I was 5, that school is important, that we >could find time every weekend to hangout with family, >there was no end to it. I felt so mad at myself. I >could avoid all of that with no problem by keeping >quiet earlier. But silly me though arguing two against >one was good idea. I couldn't take it any longer. In >my head I thought just get it over with. I was very >careful not say it out loud. I spent like 10 minutes >listening to her, until finally she told me to lay >down over her lap, and once I did I wanted out, my >previous bravery was nowhere to be found. > >I was being held in the same position. Just like over >my mom's lap. I was struggling. I hoped to do anything >to somehow bend away. Maybe be off angle, anything to >make spanking me more difficult. I felt like a >cheater. A few times I spanked Lena in my life I >always was clear that she shouldn't fight me back. >That for her own safety she should follow all my >directions. But when I was in that situation I >couldn't do it myself. My aunt though, she wouldn't >let me have my way. She was so... Ordery? Is that a >word? She was fixing my position as many times as was >needed. Everhtime she did so I was falling lower, >firmer over her lap. With every second I was becoming >more and more scared. > >The I just realised. I couldn't get up. No matter what >I would do. I rly wanted to. Each of my struggles had >less strength behind them, my stamina run out before >she even hit me once. I felt my right hand pinned >behind my back, and she was pushing me down. My legs >just... I always hated being spanked naked. But having >my clothes around my ankles, I felt like being tied. >It felt so bad. Then I felt a resting hand on my >bottom, and I broke into tears. I was begging to be >let out, promising to be good, and apologising for my >behaviour. Auntie just sad that I should think about >that earlier, and once she will be finished, I'll >surely think twice. > >The she started... And it went bad rly quickly. I only >ever saw my auntie hand spanking Lena. But that wasn't >it. She was spanking me so hard. I couldn't endure >more than a minute. Maybe even less. I was crying... >And I said something stupid. I said you don't spank >Lena this hard... And then it started. She kept on >spanking and lecturing me. That ofc she doesn't. She's >half my age, and I acted like half her age. Every >sentence or two she was confirming that I listen, and >I had to answer her back. All the while her hand kept >on spanking me. It was so horrible being questioned >like this. > >Then she stopped talking, and I thought that was it. I >even tried to get up... But I was not allowed to. She >kept on spanking me. I don't know, maybe because I >wasn't spanked in a while. But her hand spanking hurt >so much more than my mom's, and her spankings are >horrible!! She was making a point on hitting the same >area over and over again. Thinking back I believe she >was judging my reaction. As much as I hated screaming >and begging her to stop, I was doing so after every >few slaps. She was spanking me through the whole >outburst, and then I couldn't keep on anymore. I had >to take a breath, and this was the moment she was >moving to the nest place, and the horrors started >again. > >I never believed that hand spanking can be this >painful. I don't know how long I was being spanked, >but it was few minutes. Something around 7... When she >finally let me up, my bottom was crimson sore. No >rubbing could help it, or so I thought, because my >hands were never allowed anywhere near my bottom. > >My aunt led me to the kitchen, and she picked the most >uncomfortable chair to sit on. We have like one, that >no one sits on. It's and old wooden chair, with >circular seat. When we cook for Christmas or >something, we only put hotpots on the chair. I guess >it's ironic bevause my hot bottom, still naked bottom >btw, had to sit on it. It wasn't wide enough to sit on >comfortably. It felt awful. I was shifting my weight >all the time to make it hurt less, but it only hurt >more whenever I moved. I didn't manage to lose my >tight pants from my legs, and I was just sitting >there, working on assignments. > >I felt awful, but at least I avoided the paddle. That >was the only thing I thought about. I wasn't striped >naked too, like for the first time ever. I almost felt >happy about all that, I guess I would if my bottom >wasn't so sore. > >After an hour mom came back with Lena, and I panicked. >I didn't want to be seen like this, not by my cousin. >All in tears, and bare over this chair. Auntie knew I >wanted up, and her hands around my shoulders clearly >indicated that I wasn't allowed to. Mom scolded me, >obviously. Lena though, she felt very very sorry, and >she promised to bring me one of her favorite toys to >make me feel better (she did so the next day, such a >sweet girl). > >Then they left, and as I was getting my assignments >done, I was looking for an opportunity to pull up my >clothes, and get away from my mom that was so mad at >me. She kept on scolding me. You know Debbie. I'm >doing rly well. School wise. Grades, attendance list. >Mom was furious because she told me that I was doing >so well, and how could I act like a 5 year old in >front of her sister, and Lena who is looking up to me. >She said my attitude was wrong, and as much as she >didn't want to spank me, she had to. She gave me every >chance, maybe too many chances, maybe this was the >problem, MAYBE I WAS TOO EASY ON YOU... and she >followed with my full name. > >From behind she pulled up my shirt, through my head >and hands. Not even a second later she snapped the >pins of my bra. I wanted to prevent my clothes from >falling off, and I crossed my hands around my breasts. >But what could I do? Nothing, shirt went off, bra went >off, pants and panties too, and I was sitting naked on >that stupid stool. > >I told mom many times now how that makes me feel, and >in a way she changed her approach. Instead of scolding >me, and making me scared. She was very loving, >carrying, and gentle. She was treating me like a >child, and I hated it. But I didn't feel scared nor >humiliated as I felt so many times. I felt bellitled, >embarrassed. I felt so sorry for what I did, and so >silly for doing it. I never felt like this before. > >Mom was leading me to the living room, stopping to get >the paddle on our way there. The same paddle, the >paddle that stings like burning lava. No changes here, >what changed was the position though. > >I'm sorry Debbie. It was the worst. I had to lay down >over the same chair mom used to strap me on. I begged >her not to, but she said that she wanted to have a >proper swing with the paddle. I was so scared of that. >I was resisting so much that she promised me >consequences, and still I didn't win. I found myself >locked in a place I never wanted to be back again. >Then mom gave me the first swat... > >The previous spanking, being naked, being unable to >move, feeling silly for misbehaving like a child, >being treated like one NOTHING MATTERED to me anymore. >I screamed in surprise, and I was begging with all my >heart, please don't hit me again. It stung so bad, >more than ever. > >Mom said mhmm, hurts doesn't it? She wasn't waiting >for my answer though, and she gave me another. Half of >it on my butt, the other on my thighs. I was >squirming, rocking the chair almost. The rest? It was >an agony. I was getting swat after swat. Some to my >bottom some to the top of my thighs. Some were >quicker, some where slower, but all of them hurt. My >bottom was getting so sore that it hurt when mom even >placed the paddle gently, aiming the next swat or a >dozen. I was screaming on top of my lungs, and the >only time I was quiet was when I was gasping for the >air. When she finished. I couldn't even get up from >the chair, as I used all my strength fighting her. > >Then as she was sitting on the sofa, she pulled me >over her lap. I couldn't even believe it. I said >something. Those weren't even words. She said, >consequences, remember? She reminded me that she >wasn't using the rubber strap on me in return for my >cooperation, and the next time she would be buying it >back if I fought her like that again. I was begging >her not to, as much as I could. Not that the paddle >hurt me any less, I just wasn't sore for days as I was >when she whipped me with the rubber strap... > >And long story short, she gave me a full hand >spanking. The one she always does. She didn't care >that my bottom was already crimson sore from what my >auntie did to it, and then the paddle. I wasn't even >screaming by the end of it. I was just waiting for her >to let me go. > >When she did, she picked me from her lap to her >embrace. She said how sorry she was that I had to be >disciplined again, and she promised me that we would >learn from this experience, and I would be back on the >right track. She was cuddling me, the whole me. She >didn't care that I was all sweaty and teary, she >embraced me as strongly as she could, and she refused >to let go until I stopped hiccuping, and crying, and >whining in her arms. > >Then she let me relax, still in her arms. I hated so >much being scolded like a 5 year old later. But being >cuddled like one, I don't know. Maybe I'm childish, >but I didn't want it to stop. She had one hand wrapped >around my back, and the other gently moving from my >belly to thighs, giving me all the comforts I needed. > >We spend an hour like this. Sometimes changing the >position, but she always held me close. She didn't let >me go until I wanted up myself. Then she very >respectfully asked if I needed her to help me clean >up. I rly did, and I couldn't care less how childish I >was in that moment. > >She helped me wash, she helped me dry, she helped me >dress. Just a night shirt and nothing else. She tucked >me in, and the last thing I remember was falling >asleep to her soothing voice. > >Ever since I make sure to never try to avoid my school >responsibilities. > > >So this is where I'm at. Still being me I suppose. > >I'm glad I could write it out. I didn't want to share >this one with my friends. There was no hiding it that >I got spanked, and they comforted me. But talking to >them face to face feels so awkward... > >The next day was the family day. My punishment was >over and Lena and auntie stayed over night. As sore as >I still was, I loved it. I got to chat with auntie and >mom a lot, help with cooking. I also could take care >of Lena by myself. I don't know. Maybe it's motherly >instinct, or maybe I just love her very much, like a >sister I never had. I love getting her ready to bed. >You know. Helping her undress, bathing her. Washing >her hair is the best, and then the rest and tickling >her wet skin all over. Her bottom was all white, far >from any spanking so it was also great. I didn't have >to be extra careful when I was soaping and washing >her. Finally when I got her dressed, and she cuddled >to me while I was reading her a book. I forgot how >sore my own bottom still was in that moment, and then >we fell asleep. > >I'm happy Debbie that you are doing so much better. I >hope that the awful new paddle won't be used every >time you misbehave as it is for me. > >Also I'm sorry. I don't know much about elections in >America. I know who won, but I had no idea that this >was such a huge deal. Please be safe, and be good. Or >I may send you a slap on your bare bottom! > >Have a good night! > >Ps, sorry for errors. It's getting late and I wanted >to get back to you ASAP!

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