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>>Dear Carla Ann and Betty >>Thank you for your congratulations and your kind >words. >>I have decided to tell you both how we got closer and >>why we got married relatively quickly. >>I apologize in advance that this is going to be very >>long. >> >>How much we complement each other was not only shown >>in bed, but also when we spanked all three girls of >>them together for the first time. >>Which happened on the second week when we all lived >>together under one roof. >>I started with my two girls. I took off their tights, >>opened their bodysuits at the crotch and then took off >>their diapers. >>Then I gave them not too many or too hard spanks with >>my hand and otherwise refrained from the >>time-consuming consolation and breastfeeding. >>I took the youngest upstairs with me, put her in a >>fresh diaper and laid her down to cry and promised to >>come to her later. >>I then did the same with my oldest. >>I just didn't know how he would react and I was afraid >>that I would scare him away. >>All what I know is that he spank his daughter too, but >>I have no Idea how he do it, or how sternly he spank. >>So I definitely didn't want to be too harsh, but >>rather increase it slowly, until I got to both, where >>I was with they, befor he cames in our live. >> >>When I came back into the living room, I saw his >>daughter Sina losing her composure more and more and >>her sniffling had turned into a full-blown howl >>without a single blow being thrown. >>I went to her, took her hands in mine and said, "Get >>up, honey." She followed my instructions and I took >>her in my arms. >>For her almost 14 years, she was relatively small, she >>only reached up to my chest and was otherwise only a >>head taller than my eldest. But her puberty was in >>full swing. >>While I was holding her to calm her down, I said to >>her: "Sina, sweetie, why are you so excited?" >>Maybe I saied a little more harshly than I intended: >>"You're only getting a spanking, there's nothing more, >>to it than that, you don't have to lose your temper >>like that." >>Suddenly I let go of her and took a step back and saw >>her wetting herself. It wasn't much and it didn't run >>onto the carpet, but the crotch of her jeans and her >>legs were now dark and clearly wet. >>Her dad jumped up and said, "Yes, that happens >>sometimes. I'm sorry, I'll clean this up. And you, >>young lady, will now receive 20 strokes instead of 15 >>on each of your spanking place." >>She was now an emotional wreck, I told him to sit down >>and I'd take care and clean up of her, because I know >>what to do. >>I led her into the bathroom, in my arm and was totally >>surprised that I could undress her without resistance. >>I let her get into the bathtub, turned to lay my >>bathrobe spread out over the towelheater and then >>switched it on. >>My intention was that she would be nice and warm when >>she got out of the tub. >>But she obviously misunderstood what I was doing and I >>saw how she started to pee again and the crying >>increased again. >>Squat down, sweety, and let it all out, it's not bad, >>I promise, I said to her in my softest voice. >>When I saw that she had finished peeing, I took her >>back into my arms, naked as she was, and continued to >>speak to her in a calming manner. >>Next, I promised her that we would have a >>daughter-mother talk tomorrow to take away, any fears >>she might have about the future. >> >>After that, I turned on the hand shower and waited >>until the water was pleasantly warm and showered her >>body from her waist down. >>Only then did I let her stand up and spread her legs, >>then I started to soap the washcloth and wash her. >>Even now, that my hand was in the washcloth, so I >>wasn't touching her directly on her crotch or bottom, >>there was still no resistance to stop this very >>private intrusion. >>So I gently, but not playfully, washed her crotch, >>which was covered with a light down of hair. >>I then decided, to wash her, as if she were a >toddler. >>I had her sit down and then washed her entire body, >>from her hair to her feet. >>I saw some unsightly marks on her still small breasts, >>which her bottom also had, some of them greenish >>yellow. >>Which must have been full-blown hematomas. >>I knew then that her father had not been gentle with >>her and was caught between excitement and disgust, but >>I still smiled gently to myself. >>Because I now knew that I could punish her just like >>my two girls. >>I just had to find out how and to do that, I had to >>see how her father would treat her this evening. >>When we were finished, I wrapped her in my warmed >>bathrobe. >>She looked adorable in the much too big bathrobe, shy, >>embarrassed with a hint of fear, she looked at me. >>I took her in my arms again, rubbed her arms and back >>and smiled at her, while I said to her, it's okay, >>sweetheart. >>Then I threw her clothes in the washing machine and >>before I turned it on, I asked her. "Do you often have >>accidents like this, Sina? >>Please be honest with me now, because if I find your >>bed wet in the morning, you won't be able to sit down >>for a long time. >>But if I know that it can happen to you, you won't >>have any problems, then I'll help you. >>Bright red in the face, tears filling her eyes again, >>then she nodded silently. >>I said it's fine, darling, thank you for telling me. >>I kissed her forehead and started the washing machine, >>then I led her back into the living room on my hand, >>to her father. >>He stood up, came over to us and said sweetheart, you >>know that you have to be punished and you saw that >>your new mommy spanks her children too. That's part of >>growing up. >>Then he took off her bathrobe and told her to support >>herself on the dining table. >>Now he spanked her bottom, exactly 20 times and pretty >>hard. She was shaking, wiggling and crying loudly >>again. >>When he turned her over and said hold your forearms >>behind your back, I thought he was done and was going >>to send her to the corner. >>Instead he spanked her small breasts with his hand. >>By spanking her from bottom to top, or from top to >>bottom, from left to right, right to left. >>He never held her with his other hand either, because >>he used that to twist and pull her nipples until she >>screamed. >> >>To me it looked as if he was punishing her for her >>mother's things, but it had nothing to do with >>upbringing. >>I found it disgusting and extremely arousing at the >>same time, but I knew I had to intervene and stop this >>type of punishment in the near future. >> >>Afterwards I put my bathrobe around Sina's shoulders >>again and took her to her childroom, after dressing >>her into pajamas, put I in her bed. >>I sat on the edge of the bed, stroked her cheek and >>wiped her tear-soaked hair from her face. Then I said >>to her: >>"I know, sweetie, I'll take care of you tomorrow >>morning, then there will still be punishments, but not >>like this, I promise you, Sina, do you understand me, >>sweetie? She nodded. >>If you have an accident tonight, you don't have to be >>afraid. Wake me up and we'll clean it up. From >>tomorrow on you don't have to worry about that >>anymore." >>I kissed her again, gently stroked her aching breast >>and said again. >>From tomorrow onwards your life will change a lot and >>you will experience the same comfort, that I usually >>give my daughters after their spankings too. >>I saw this evening, that you definitely have to get >>spankings, but after that you have to feel and >>experience that nobody in the family hates you, but >>that you will always find protection and security >here. >>I promise you one thing, pure fear alone does not >>upbring a girl, there is much more to it and I will >>make sure that you get more of that too! >>We talking tomorow sweetheart. >>Now sleep quickly, Sina, the sun will shine again >>tomorrow morning and for you too that I promess. >>I kissed her forehead again, stroked her cheek with >>the back of my hand and went out, while she could now >>cry herself to sleep. >>Without going to my children, I went straight back to >>him. >> >>I threw my arms around his neck that evening and >>kissed him passionately, then I said, "That was >>incredibly hot, darling, but we need to change some >>things." >>I explained to him that her developing breasts are >>subject to such massive tissue damage that she'll soon >>have saggy tits, even if she stays at an A cup. >>I wouldn't wish that damage on any girl or woman, wait >>here. >>I disappeared into our bedroom, leaving him curious. I >>bet he was desperate at that moment that I rejected >>his hardness. #Laughs# >>Then I came back into the living room and showed him >>what I usually use on my girls while they're still so >>small. >>And I also told him I was afraid you'd think I was way >>too hard, so I decided to just use my hand. >>He smiled and looked at what I gave him. It's a very >>nice leather paddle, with a 4-inch reddish-brown >>wooden handle and a 0.3-inch thick black leather >>strap, measuring 7.5 inches long and 2.5 inches wide. >>The paddle is beautifully crafted and was anything but >>cheap. >>As a decoration, it's great, but as a disciplinary >>tool, it's a girl's nightmare. >>I bought it when I started spanking my eldest >>daughter, in a set of two for almost $250. >>The Big Brother paddle has been kept in my bedroom >>closet for a long time. This one has a 7-inch handle >>and 0.5-inch thick leather, is 20 inches long and 4 >>inches wide. >>It's far from suitable for my daughters yet, but it's >>perfect for your, or rather my, stepdaughter. >>We laughed, and then he said to me seriously, "I want >>to spank your tits too. I love it when you cry and we >>both come at the same time." >>So the Big Brother paddle will hit you too. >>I agreed, but also told him that I still had milk and >>that I usually breastfeed my daughters while >>comforting them. >>And since it wasn't available tonight, I should to >>pump. >>Or our bed would get wet with breast milk. >>We both laughed, then he said, >>Bring one of your daughters down and let her drink the >>milk on the couch wrapped in a blanket. >>I accepted, just to prevent a blocked milk duct too. >> >>Today I can say that he is completely fixated on >>breasts and I was able to slowly dissuade him from >>concentrating too much on his daughter by giving him >>mine. >>We spank both, her breasts and he spanks mine, I >>showed him how to hit her without running the risk of >>seriously injuring her. >>And I can guarantee that I and my stepdaughter will >>scream and cry loudly if we are not gagged. >>We now support her breasts and then the small leather >>paddle comes into its own. In the car we have a 12 >>inch wooden ruler with no sharp edges. >>In my handbag there is a wooden brush and in the >>diaper bag in the car there is another not so >>expensive leather paddle that has a total length of 20 >>inches. >>We have also now bought special mats, bras and pantys. >>I put the mats on a wooden chair that the girls have >>to sit on when a punishment is due or has finished. >>The special underwear is just for me, I let myself be >>persuaded to buy the mat too, but I won't compromise >>on the underwear. >>We bought all of this very soon after we decided that >>we were going to get married. >>The difference between then and now is that I can >>punish her so much that she screams and cries, but the >>tissue is hardly over-stressed. >>Because we hold her breasts while we spank her with >>the small leather paddle or ruler. >>On me personally, he likes to use an elongated oval >>plastic sauce spoon, which he then turns so that it >>hits my nipples and areola exactly. >>When he spanks my breasts, my milk has either been >>pumped out or drunk. >>He particularly loved the idea of ​​diapers, >>especially the fact that they would protect her, from >>intrusive teenagers. >>That means she stays chaste! >>Today she is diapered just like my own daughters. If >>one of us goes to her, I can be sure, that her diaper >>will be wet by. >>Because she knows the way we come in or the way we >>call her, that it is time to be very sad. >> >>Dear Betty, >>I know how to spank the crotch from my own mother and >>that's exactly why I bought this set of leather >>paddles. >>I hit my daughters in the diaper position on the >>changing table, which has a belly strap that I put on >>beforehand. >>Then I lift their legs and they get a few, not too >>hard, hits in the crotch. >>But I always spank them with my hand first and I spank >>only her crotch when I think it's time for that again. >>Thats maybe 1or 2 times at month. >>And I only spank them until their lips swell and very >>red is. >>Then they scream and howling loudly, I watch in their >>face and knowing exact when it is enough, to make >>their crotch pain. >>When I told my husband and showed him, how I spank my >>girls on the changingtable. >>Then he converted the changingtable significantly >>bigger the by adding a small step so that Sina could >>occasionally be strapped down and then her feet could >>be spread out towards her face and tied to the wall. >> >>I need it only, if I be alone at home, because he's at >>work, so it is much more easier and safty to spank on >>they chrotch, if I like it to do. >>Sometimes we both stand together and spank they, but >>mostly he hold the legs spreaded up on diaper >>position, on Bed or couch. >>That always guarantees wet diapers and girls who want >>to be comforted. Then I still breastfeed them too. >>Neither of them is embarrassed if they seeks my >>breasts for a snack, in front of my husband, her >>step-daddy. >>While they drink, patt I her diapered butt and smile >>at him. >>Half an hour later I have good sex with him in >>basement. >> >>I've already check to breastfeed Sina too, but she >>doesn't cope so well with it, sometimes I beat her >>even harder to get her to latch on. >>But I'm afraid she's been weaned for far too long. >>So she gets a bottle of warmed-up milk, while she's >>lying in my arms and if she's very sweet, i.e. has >>been spanked a lot, cocoa milk. >>When all three are in bed after such an evening >>program, my breasts are abused and my crotch hurts not >>only from the blows, but also because I've been ridden >>sore. >>When he hits my breasts, I'm gagged so as not to wake >>the children and this takes place in the basement of >>the house. >>We are considering whether we should soundproof it a >>bit more for the two of us, but that is another story. >>I want our BDSM to be clearly separated from the >>children. >> >>So I hope it was not to bored for you >>Dear Betty, I would be delighted if you could give us >>a little insight into, how you live and punish or are >>punished. >> >>best wishes to you both, Carla Ann and Betty >>Yvonne >>Such a pity you can't breast feed Sina . It is a >lovely bonding experience .

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