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Acting Up for the Babysitter by Anon

By splishsplash
Created: 2022-01-05 15:41:03
Updated: 2022-03-12 16:40:47
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  1. Acting Up for the Babysitter by Anon
  2.  
  3. (21/06/2020 - 23/01/2021)
  4.  
  5. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/35312358/#q35481970
  6. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/36363775/#q36449934
  7.  
  8. ---
  9.  
  10. Sweetie Belle's Week of Hell
  11. REPOST + CONTINUED
  12.  
  13. >Sweetie Belle does not think she needs a babysitter
  14. >Mom & Dad disagree
  15. "You're too young to stay alone a whole weekend."
  16. >They're accompanying Rarity to some big Junior Fashion event
  17. >Can't find a friend for her to stay with on short notice
  18. >Luckily, Mr. Anon is available
  19.  
  20. >Suddenly Sweetie's attitude changes
  21. >Mr. Anon is kinda cute
  22. >For an old person
  23. >Maybe having a babysitter isn't all bad
  24.  
  25. >She tries to provoke a spanking
  26. >That might be fun and sexy to do with Anon
  27. >Bratty behavior
  28. >Backtalk
  29. >Refusal to do homework or chores
  30. >Leaving messes
  31. >Anon admonishes her
  32. >She taunts him;
  33. "What are you gonna do...spank me?"
  34. >Shakes her skinny loli rear
  35. >Yellow skirt swinging back and forth
  36. >But Anon doesn't take the bait
  37. >He gives her time-outs, takes away the TV remote
  38. >Never spanks her
  39.  
  40. >Monday morning, Mom & Dad return home
  41. >Sweetie is nervous
  42. "You aren't gonna tell on me, are you?"
  43. >Oh yes he is
  44. >Anon unrolls the list of Sweetie's misbehavior like a scroll
  45. >Before he's even halfway through she's being dragged up to her bedroom by the ear
  46.  
  47. >Sweetie Belle thought a spanking from Anon would be fun
  48. >But there's nothing fun about the long hard paddling her bare bottom gets from Mom's hairbrush
  49.  
  50. >And after Mom is done with Sweetie's butt, it's Dad's turn.
  51. >Dad is still listening to the "naughty list" Anon is giving him while his wife paddles Sweetie upstairs
  52. >and he thinks that his thick leather belt and Sweetie's little behind propped up on some pillows is the perfect way to finish the job.
  53.  
  54. >Sweetie also has a week of bare bottom bedtime spankings to look forward to with Mom's hairbrush.
  55.  
  56. >Sweetie will be looking at her butt in the mirror each day when she gets home from school, pouting and teary eyed when she sees the crimson red color her cheeks have been tanned the night before >feeling her tummy ache from nervousness and fear
  57. >knowing full well that she is due for another good hairbrush spanking later that night
  58. >and there's nothing she can do about it.
  59.  
  60. >Sweetie Belle whines, her skirt raised and her panties lowered down to her knees
  61. >rubbing a hand over her still warm red cheeks while she looks in the mirror
  62.  
  63. >"Damn it Anon... ohttp://www..."
  64.  
  65. -----------
  66.  
  67. >Day 3 of her personal week from hell
  68. >Sweetie Belle's butt is so sore and red, that it is getting hard to sit down at school
  69. >those stupid seats!
  70. >School just had those wooden desks with the hard, wooden chairs
  71. >After sitting for 7 straight hours, her burning bum feels like it can't take it anymore!
  72.  
  73. >But nonetheless, her bedtime spanking with Mom's hairbrush is still delivered that night
  74. >Mom doesn't stop until Sweetie's little bare bum is once again burning hot, glowing red, and her daughter is crying like the naughty little girl she is
  75. >Which given how sore her butt already is, doesn't take more than a minute
  76. >and then, it's time for bed...
  77.  
  78. >At bedtime, Sweetie Belle sleeps with her pajama pants pulled down below her thighs and her bare bum sticking up in the air
  79. >uncovered by the blankets, trying to cool off
  80.  
  81. >The next morning, Sweetie has an idea!
  82. >she carefully slips on THREE pairs of panties underneath her skirt
  83. >This will surely give her extra padding!
  84.  
  85. >Sure enough, today at school isn't so bad!
  86. >The extra pairs of panties do a good job giving her just a little more cushion on her hard desk chair
  87. >But by lunchtime, Sweetie runs into a new problem...
  88.  
  89. >the three pairs of panties are actually trapping the heat radiating from her red bottom cheeks
  90. >one pair gives the heat enough breathing room to escape, but three pairs actually traps it against her sore skin
  91. >Sweetie makes a trip to the bathroom just so she can get into a stall and take her panties down for a minute to let her butt cool down
  92. >it does the trick, luckily, and Sweetie Belle manages to last the rest of the day!
  93.  
  94. >During the car ride home, Sweetie is actually feeling proud of herself
  95. >What a clever idea she's come up with!
  96. >Sure, she still had 4 more nights of bedtime spankings this week...
  97. >but now, at least she would be able to sit comfortably at school!
  98.  
  99. >But something happens when she gets home that Sweetie did not expect.
  100. >Her Mom, when they walk through the door, notices something...
  101. >Sweetie's little yellow skirt, on the back, there's a little... bump
  102. >a raised panty line just a little bit visible through the fabric in the right light
  103. >Mom notices this, and a thought occurs to her...
  104.  
  105. >Without warning, Mom reaches down, grabs Sweetie Belle's skirt and lifts it up
  106. >and manages to get a good look at her daughter's panty... or rather, pantIES covered red rump
  107. >Sweetie Belle yelps with shock, and reflexively slams her hand down onto her skirt and whirls around
  108. >trying to hide her little secret
  109. >"M-Mom! W-What are you doing?"
  110.  
  111. >But too late, Sweetie Belle.
  112. >Mom already saw what she had suspected
  113. >she knew as soon as she'd noticed her daughter's discreet panty line through her clothes
  114. >She crossed her arms over her chest, pursed her lips angrily, and points down at her daughter's waistline with an accusatory jab of her finger
  115.  
  116. >"No use, young lady. I already saw."
  117.  
  118. >Sweetie Belle's throat constricts, and her eyes widen
  119. >Oh NO.
  120.  
  121. >"W-Wait, I-I can explain, Mom..."
  122.  
  123. --------
  124.  
  125. >Well, in an effort to be fair, Mom made sure to listen to Sweetie Belle's explanation...
  126.  
  127. >But unfortunately for Sweetie Belle, Mom didn't really like her explanation at all.
  128. >Mom and Dad had already made it very clear that sitting at school with a sore butt wasn't just a result of her punishment, but a PART of it
  129. >And Sweetie knew it, too...
  130.  
  131. >So, fifteen minutes later, Sweetie Belle's skirt and all three pairs of panties are laying folded on the floor next to the sofa
  132. >And in the corner next to the sofa, sobbing, sniffling, and squirming Sweetie Belle stands with her nose in the corner
  133. >hands clasped together in front of her
  134. >and her freshly spanked, squirming, and absolutely crimson bare butt on full display
  135.  
  136. >Mom looks at her crying, well punished daughter in the corner with an exasperated sigh.
  137. >She shakes her head and mutters under her breath
  138.  
  139. >"Damn it, Sweetie Belle..."
  140.  
  141. >Sweetie Belle stays there in the corner until Dad gets home over an hour later.
  142. >She waits fearfully and anxiously as Mom tells Dad everything
  143. >She fidgets and squirms in place, and her heart beats like crazy
  144.  
  145. >Sweetie hears her Dad's calm but menacingly low voice directed toward her in the corner
  146. >Her heart leaps in her chest
  147.  
  148. >"Sweetie. Petunia. Belle. Come here."
  149.  
  150. >Sweetie Belle gulps, but she obeys fearfully
  151. >and when she turns to face her father, she feels her sobs coming on again
  152.  
  153. >Dad has the belt in his hand.
  154. >He stares down at her with a look only a father upset at his daughter could give.
  155.  
  156. >"Sweetie Belle, I am very, very disappointed in you. Trying to cheat your way out of your punishment... it's unnacceptable. Do you understand?"
  157.  
  158. >Sweetie Belle bites back a sob, and nods her head tearfully
  159. >"Yes, Daddy... I'm sorry..."
  160. >she knows her poor butt is in for the thrashing of a lifetime today
  161. >But at the same time... she knew what she did today was very bad.
  162. >and as her Dad always said, in this family:
  163. >"Bad girls get good spankings, and very bad girls get VERY good spankings!"
  164.  
  165. >Despite how much her butt burned and throbbed already, Sweetie Belle was once again guided by her Dad into spanking position
  166. >bent over the sofa arm, her little feet dangled in the air and her upper body lay slumped against the seat cushions
  167. >and her butt bent over the padded sofa arm, her red cheeks jutting up in the air as a perfect spanking target
  168. >the hot, sore skin stretched painfully from the position, but Sweetie obediently lay there and with a shudder, she closed her eyes and accepted her fate
  169.  
  170. >But mere minutes later, Sweetie wasn't so calm anymore
  171. >Her feet kicking and scissoring frantically in the air, and her howling filling the room
  172. >Her bottom shaking and squirming uselessly over the sofa arm as Dad delivered repeated slow and methodical lashes to his errant daughter's bare rump, three or four times per minute
  173. >Sweetie Belle crying and muttering gibberish as her bottom is punished
  174. >little deep red welts and dark stripes stretching across her already scarlet spanked cheeks
  175. >her crying gets more breathless with each passing stroke, and she writhes over the sofa desperately
  176. >"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!"
  177.  
  178. >Dad finishes with a last five spanks to her sit spots, just where her bottom meets her thighs
  179. >one after the other
  180. >Leaving at least ten seconds in between each one to let the burning sting soak into her buns
  181.  
  182. >Sweetie Belle weeps and wails, but she obediently holds her position
  183. >despite her now constant writhing and kicking of her feet
  184. >her glutes flex and jiggle a little bit over the sofa arm as a result of all her desperate kicking
  185. >her legs moving every which direction, sometimes crossing over on another
  186. >and sometimes spreading far apart, splaying out
  187. >Of course, Dad doesn't really care, he's seen it many times before over the years
  188. >but if a boy Sweetie's age were here right now, they'd be getting quite the unintentional show...
  189.  
  190. >Dad gives Sweetie several minutes to recover while he puts the warmed leather belt back on his waist.
  191. >She takes a while to stop kicking her feet, writhing her hips and waving her butt around, but eventually she becomes still
  192. >and her crying dies down into sobs and sniffles again
  193.  
  194. >Before Sweetie knows it, she's back in the corner.
  195. >And now, her butt is sporting a good number of just the deepest scarlet red stripes of searing burning and pain
  196. >Sweetie Belle's toes curl and wiggle, and she shifts her hips side to side, taking turns putting weight on one foot or the other
  197. >mindless fidgeting to try and distract her from the absolute ROASTING her poor bottom had just suffered
  198. >If she thought she couldn'f sit down for a week before, it had to have been more like a month now!
  199.  
  200. -------------
  201.  
  202. >Well, it's now Day 5 of Sweetie Belle's horrible week
  203. >Sweetie got less sleep than usual last night due to her burning bum
  204. >but a cold shower applied directly on her naked behind had helped a lot!
  205. >and after a lot of rubbing and fanning cool air onto her cheeks with a paper fan, Sweetie Belle had fallen asleep in her now too familiar position:
  206. >Red rump, sticking up in the air, uncovered by blankets
  207.  
  208. >When she got dressed, this time she didn't put on three pairs of panties
  209. >in fact, one pair already stung her poor blazing behind enough!
  210. >School was predictably miserable, and Sweetie Belle had to squirm a whole lot in her chair to try and soothe her sore fanny
  211. >And when she looked around, she noticed to her own mortification that a couple of the other girls were watching her
  212. >their facial expressions were trying to be neutral, but Sweetie could tell that they had figured it out
  213. >She blushed with embarrassment and tried to hide her face, but it was no use...
  214.  
  215. >Truthfully, it wasn't that uncommon for a student to be caught squirming due to having a well spanked bottom in this more rural school district
  216. >Apple Bloom and Scootaloo sometimes sported spanked rear ends at school too, you knew
  217. >and even in the locker rooms during gym class, it wasn't that uncommon to see another girl with a red behind under her panties when you were getting dressed
  218. >at worst, this sight typically met with light snickers and teasing from the girl's friends before it was forgotten again
  219. >no big deal...
  220.  
  221. >But even so, Sweetie still felt embarrassed.
  222. >And even if she wasn't embarrassed... goodness, her bottom simply HURT!
  223.  
  224. >When Sweetie gets back home,she makes a beeline for the bathroom
  225. >she immediately lifts her skirt up high and pulls down her panties so she can see what her sharply stinging behind looks like a day later
  226.  
  227. >Wow, it's still SO RED
  228. >Sweetie Belle thought it looked red all the other days, but now, her buttocks looked like two red delicious apples!
  229. >She whined, rubbing her hand softly over the very warm flesh and hissing from the sting
  230. >Her hand left a little white imprint on her left cheek, and when she pulled it away, it faded back to scarlet like a bad sunburn
  231. >Sweetie Belle pouted and wiped her shiny eyes, her tummy aching with dread
  232. >Tonight's bedtime hairbrush paddling was still to come...
  233.  
  234. >soon, before Sweetie knew it, it was 9 pm
  235. >and Sweetie Belle was waiting anxiously in her bedroom again
  236. >Her pajama pants and panties pulled down and bunched around her ankles, nose in the corner
  237. >waiting for Mom to come in and whack her tush yet again...
  238.  
  239. >But she hears from behind her two sets of footsteps instead of one that enter her room
  240. >Sweetie Belle doesn't have time to process it very long when she hears another, deeper voice say her name
  241.  
  242. >"Sweetie Belle. Turn around, dear."
  243.  
  244. >Oh no! I was her Dad.
  245. >Sweetie Belle's bottom clenched at hearing his booming voice
  246. >She felt her heart leap in her chest, and for a second her feet were frozen to the spot
  247. >but she took a deep breath and, obediently, she turned around with her hands clasped together in front of her, below her waist
  248.  
  249. >Oh no, it was EVEN WORSE
  250. >Not just Dad, but Mom was standing there, too!
  251. >They both regarded their sniffling daughter with somber expressions
  252. >Sweetie Belle waited with fearful eyes, gulping as her mind began to imagine all of the possibilities of what it meant to see both her parents standing there
  253. >But she didn't have to imagine long, because Dad spoke
  254.  
  255. >"Sweetie, your Mom and I have been talking. About your punishment."
  256.  
  257. >Sweetie Belle's stomach sank, and she wilted under Dad's stern gaze
  258. >About her punishment? Oh no! What could he mean?
  259. >Dad continues
  260.  
  261. >"And Sweetie, after yesterday's spankings you took, and how red your little bottom is today... well, we've decided to postpone your last 3 bedtime spankings until the end of the week."
  262.  
  263. >Sweetie Belle's eyes nearly popped out of the sockets from shock, and she held back a gasp
  264. >At first, the news made her heart flutter, and she felt a warm glow from somewhere other than her rear end!
  265. >No bedtime spankings tonight? Not until the end of the week? She couldn't believe i---
  266.  
  267. >Wait. Wait a minute...
  268. >Even if there wouldn't be any bedtime spankings the next three nights... he had just said "postponed"
  269. >not "cancelled" just "postponed"
  270. >which could only mean...
  271.  
  272. >Sweetie Belle's fluttering heart suddenly sank like a lead weight
  273. >The little smile that had threatened to show up disappeared
  274. >And she couldn't help it, but she let out a pitiful little whimper
  275.  
  276. >Dad waited for her response, watching her facial expression change from relief to brand new anxiety
  277. >Sweetie Belle twiddled her fingers, looked down at the floor at her bunched up pajamas, and spoke meekly
  278.  
  279. >"S-so that means... that means I'm gonna get th-three spankings on S-Saturday?"
  280.  
  281. >Dad sighed, and nodded his head in confirmation
  282. >Sweetie Belle's shoulders sagged, and she sniffled with tears forming in her eyes
  283.  
  284. >Oh, damn it...
  285. >This was truly going to be the worst week EVER!
  286.  
  287. ----------
  288.  
  289. >8 am was the time Sweetie had been told.
  290. >8 am on any other morning was a late start
  291. >but on a Saturday, 8 am was very early!
  292. >for a teenager in school, sleeping in until 11 was a regular occurence
  293. >but not today.
  294. >today, there was a schedule to keep…
  295.  
  296. >Sweetie Belle's alarm woke her up like a death knell
  297. >her eyes snapped open, and in an instant, she remembered
  298.  
  299. >the time was 7:45
  300. >15 minutes before she was supposed to be… ready
  301. >Sweetie Belle moaned with self pity and dread
  302.  
  303. >The last two days had gone by so quickly!
  304. >And while it was true that the delay of her bedtime spankings had made it easier to sit down at her desk at school…
  305. >now, it was time.
  306. >The time of reckoning…
  307.  
  308. >Sweetie Belle took off her covers, and rolled out of bed with a pout on her lips
  309. >it wasn't fair…
  310.  
  311. >She was very thirsty, so Sweetie Belle first headed in the kitchen
  312. >She got herself a nice, tall glass of water and drank it all down
  313. >she was going to need hydration, considering all of the tears she was sure to shed in a bit…
  314.  
  315. >Once she was done, Sweetie Belle slowly walked back to her room
  316. >She knew what surely awaited her once she arrived…
  317.  
  318. >When she arrived, Sweetie Belle pulled down her pajama pants and her panties and stepped out of them
  319. >leaving them in a clump on the floor next to her bed
  320. >She certainly wasn't going to need them today, anyway...
  321. >then, Sweetie walked over to the corner and tearfully planted her nose in it
  322.  
  323. >In what seemed like years to poor Sweetie, 9 am finally rolled around
  324. >She could hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, and her feet fidgeted anxiously
  325. >Then, she heard the footsteps enter her room.
  326.  
  327. >She didn't look back, but she knew who it was.
  328. >Mom's voice penetrated the silence
  329.  
  330. >"Sweetie Belle, it's time. Come on, let's get your first spanking over with."
  331.  
  332. >Sweetie's butt clenched with anticipation
  333. >She hesitated at first, especially hearing the dreaded "s" word come out of her Mom's mouth
  334. >But after taking a moment to gather her nerves, Sweetie Belle did obey, and turned around with a sniffle and teary eyes
  335.  
  336. >There she was, her mother.
  337. >And in her hand, there it was: that dreaded, solid oak wood hairbrush.
  338. >A little, hopeful part of Sweetie Belle had thought maybe Mom wouldn't use the awful spanking implement today, or at least, not for her first of THREE spankings in one day
  339. >but alas, her hopes were dashed…
  340.  
  341. >but Sweetie Belle obeyed her Mom's command, and with a sniffle she walked over the end of her bed
  342. >Arms crossed behind her, toes gripping the carpet nervously with her steps
  343. >Her Mom sat down at the foot of the bed and laid the hairbrush down at her side
  344.  
  345. >With a practiced motion, Sweetie's Mom pulled her daughter over her knees
  346. >Sweetie soon found herself laying over her mother's lap with her front firmly on the bed
  347. >while her backside and legs resting on the blanket and her hips lay bent over Mom's right thigh
  348. >the position left her bare butt arched up and exposed, higher than the rest of her body
  349.  
  350. >to Sweetie Belle, being in this position was the worst thing ever
  351. >But to her Mother, this position seemed to tell a different story
  352. >While Sweetie Belle's feet may be flexing and kicking nervously and her legs may be fidgeting with fearful and nervous energy
  353. >Her bottom was perfectly framed and jutted out like the perfect target
  354. >and in a sense, it was practically BEGGING to be spanked
  355.  
  356. >Mom picked up the hairbrush, and with a sigh of pity she eyed her daughter's doomed behind
  357. >the color that had been so dark red earlier this week had gotten a couple of days to fade
  358. >now, it was a more faded shade of bright pink
  359. >but not for long…
  360.  
  361. >She tapped Sweetie's lightly squirming butt with the brush, and raised it up high
  362. >Sweetie Belle held back a little whine, and braced herself...
  363.  
  364. >The SMACK sound registered a full second before the horrible, but unfortunately familiar burn
  365. >Sweetie Belle gasped, and a high pitched "OW!" leaves her
  366. >Oh gosh, it HURTS so bad!
  367. >It was amazing how no matter how many times Sweetie had been paddled this week, it was like her mind always forgot how much the hairbrush just stuuung!
  368.  
  369. >And Mom didn't hesitate with delivering the next spank, and the next one right after that
  370. >starting her daughter's paddling at a rate of one spank per second right out the gate
  371.  
  372. >At the beginning of every spanking, Sweetie always went through a first stage of her mind
  373. >the "Oh my goodness I can't STAND it!" stage
  374. >but no matter what, every single time, she did.
  375. >her bottom had no escape, and there was no choice but to stand it
  376. >so stand it she did
  377.  
  378. >The next five minutes felt like an hour as the hairbrush kept thwacking away
  379. >Sweetie's cries of ouchie and owww soon turned into a steady stream of tears and sobbing
  380. >Her feet kicked and drummed the bed constantly, and Mom's grip over her daughter tightened to keep her in place over her lap
  381. >And still positioned prominently over her Mom's knee, Sweetie's bare tush absorbed spank after spank with lots of fruitless wiggling in protest
  382. >Pink turned back into the deserved, burning hot red of a punishment properly administered to a naughty girl
  383.  
  384. >Sweetie's Mom placed two more hard spanks right to her daughter's sit spots before she halted the spanking.
  385. >even though the spanks had stopped, Sweetie Belle didn't stop crying right away
  386. >she kept her face buried into her arms with tears trickling down her face
  387. >her butt was on fire and it throbbed like the dickens!
  388. >her feet and legs still shuffled and kicked, making the springs on her mattress creak
  389. >but the pain still pulsed on her bottom cheeks just as hard and intensely no matter how much she tried to squirm
  390.  
  391. >Mom held her daughter over her lap for the next few minutes.
  392. >She needed to give Sweetie some time to calm down before sending her back to the corner
  393. >and after a little while, Sweetie did finally start to relax
  394. >her feet came to rest, her sobbing quieted down, and her now red butt stopped shaking back and forth over mother's knee
  395. >Seeing her daughter finally calming down, Mom sighed, and took her arm off of Sweetie's back to unpin her from her lap
  396.  
  397. >"Ok Sweetie. You can get up now, ok?"
  398.  
  399. >Sweetie Belle took a second to register
  400. >but once she did, with a little moan of relief she pushed herself up from Mom's lap
  401. >immediately, her hands went back to her behind, and she wasted no time in doing the classic dance all naughty girls did after a good hard spanking
  402. >the "dance of the well spanked girl"
  403. >bent over, hands on her butt, hips swaying and her feet doing little hop steps all around in a circle while she hissed and owwed
  404.  
  405. >Mom smiled inwardly, thinking back to all the times she had seen Sweetie do this over the years.
  406. >Sweetie often considered herself a "big girl" now that she was in middle school
  407. >but the truth was there was still no difference between now and then when it came to the "spanking dance"
  408. >still the same as always!
  409.  
  410. >Mom let Sweetie get it out of her system for a bit, but after a little while, she decided it was enough.
  411. >"Ok, Sweetie. I want you go back to the corner now, ok missy?"
  412.  
  413. >Sweetie Belle sniffled, and whispered another "ouch" while her hands continued to knead her well spanked buns
  414. >but she listened to Mom, and with a contrite nod she obeyed, moving back to the corner
  415. >"Y-Yes Mom…."
  416.  
  417. >"Good girl," praised Mom.
  418. >Sweetie was always extra obedient after a spanking, and today was no exception.
  419. >Sweetie put her nose all the way in the corner, and once she was there, her comforting hands went back in front of her begrudgingly
  420. >after all, there was no rubbing allowed in the corner!
  421.  
  422. >Mom, satisfied with her daughter's compliance with her punishment, nodded her head in approval and quietly left the room.
  423. >Sweetie Belle had about an hour left in the corner, and she'd be back randomly to check and make sure Sweetie was still obeying…
  424.  
  425. >The next hour was an hour of torture for poor Sweetie Belle.
  426. >When your nose is in the corner, your butt is burning and throbbing in pain, and you aren't allowed to rub, the whole world shrinks around you
  427. >Sweetie Belle could only think about the pain in her butt and the fact that despite how punished she already was… there were still TWO MORE spankings left to go!
  428.  
  429. >but eventually, the hour passed by, and Mom walked back into the room
  430. >Sweetie Belle’s butt clenched again out of reflex when her mom’s voice called from the doorway
  431. >”Ok Sweetie, corner time is up. You can rub now.”
  432.  
  433. >no sooner did she give her daughter permission to reach back then Sweetie’s hand immediately went back to her bum
  434. >Sweetie Belle sighed and moaned with relief as her hands began their much needed massage on her spanked rear
  435. >Mom watched her with mild amusement as she hop stepped around, her fingers kneading her red cheeks like raw dough
  436. >She shook her head lightly and watched Sweetie flop down on her bed, laying on her side while her hands continued rubbing
  437. >”Owwohttp://www....”
  438.  
  439. >But as they both knew, the day wasn’t over yet.
  440. >Mom let Sweetie do her thing for a moment, but with a heavy sigh she gave her next instructions
  441.  
  442. >”Ok Sweetie. You still have your next two punishments left today, don’t forget! Right now it is 9:15 in the morning, and so I want you back in the corner no later than 2 o’clock, got it? We’ll get your second spanking done then.”
  443.  
  444. >Sweetie Belle groaned at the news
  445. >But Mom’s word was final, and despite the new feeling of dread bubbling up in her chest she knew she had no choice
  446. >Obediently, Sweetie nodded and sniffled tearfully
  447. >”Yes, M-Mom…”
  448.  
  449. >Mom smiled.
  450. >”Good girl. 2 o’clock, nose in the corner.”
  451.  
  452. ----------
  453.  
  454. >”Why did the time always seem to go by so quickly when you wanted it to go by slow?”
  455. >Sweetie wondered with her nose in the corner, standing bottomless
  456. >Her panties and pajama pants were lying in the same spot on the floor in a heap
  457. >she had not bothered to put them back on, after all
  458. >what was the point when she was going to be getting her bare bottom spanked yet again in only a few hours?
  459.  
  460. >There they came again: Mom’s footsteps.
  461. >Sweetie Belle sniffled, her feet shuffling nervously on the floor
  462. >Mom’s voice called to her again from the doorway…
  463.  
  464. >”Good, you’re ready in the corner.”
  465. >The little words of praise made Sweetie Belle blush just a little bit
  466. >For a second, Sweetie thought that maybe, her obedience and readiness to accept her discipline would perhaps persuade her parents to go easier on her today…
  467. >But when she turned around at Mom’s command, she saw that dreaded hairbrush in her hand once again
  468. >and just like that, all of her hopes vanished.
  469. >Sweetie’s eyes teared up, and she stared anxiously at her toes
  470.  
  471. >Mom sighed sorrowfully, but took her same seat on the side of the bed just like she had this morning
  472. >She patted her thigh
  473. >”Come on Sweetie. Over you go…”
  474.  
  475. >In just a few short moments, Sweetie Belle once again found herself in her least favorite position
  476. >upper body laying on top of the covers, her lower half extending diagonally over Mom’s knees
  477. >Mom’s right leg laying over top of her own legs, framing her bare thighs and bottom and pinning her firmly in place
  478. >Her already red cheeks arched up over Mom’s left thigh as a most inviting spanking target…..
  479.  
  480. >Mom rested the wooden hairbrush on the middle of Sweetie’s pert rear, tapping it ominously to aim
  481. >Sweetie whined and lightly kicked her feet
  482. >Even just the light taps on her pre-warmed rump reignited the sting of the previous spanking, tingling the skin
  483.  
  484. >Mom took a deep breath, raised the brush, and swung it down with a nice, medium strength swat right to the center of Sweetie Belle’s butt
  485. >SMACK!
  486.  
  487. >”OoooOOWW!”
  488.  
  489. >And so it began again, the rhythmic smack, crack, thwack of wood on exposed skin
  490. >and the equally rhythmic sobs, squeals, and howls of a naughty girl to accompany the slow but steady stream of thwacks and cracks
  491. >While the clock ticked and ticked on by, minute after minute…
  492.  
  493. >By the time Mom delivered the last good spanks to a brokenly crying Sweetie’s sit spots, her poor buns weren’t the only thing that had been turned bright red
  494. >The backs of Sweetie Belle’s upper thighs, framed between Mom’s legs and pinned in place, now carried a large number of red and burning ovals, as well
  495. >Sweetie’s yelps had gotten a good bit louder when the hairbrush had drifted below her round rump
  496. >It was an experience she never had before, but it was so far the WORST part of all her punishments!
  497. >It stung and burned so badly, so much more sharply than when the brush merely rippled her buns instead
  498.  
  499. >Mom’s brush hand finally came to rest at her side, and she set the horrible spanking implement down at last
  500. >Just like this morning, she held Sweetie down over her lap for a good several minutes to let her cry it out
  501. >in the meantime her sobbing daughter’s hips shook and wagged from side to side as much as her position would allow
  502. >waving her apple red butt around in circles, trying subconsciously to deal with the heat and the sting
  503. >Her feet switched between kicking uselessly in the air, to her ankles crossing and her toes curling and flexing
  504. >But none of it did any good to give her any real relief for the burning bonfire on her behind…
  505.  
  506. >But eventually, once she calmed down and her hopeless fidgeting slowed, Mom let her daughter up from her lap
  507. >freeing her from her restrained position
  508. >Sweetie Belle wasted no time: she immediately commenced her signature “spanky dance” all around the room
  509. >Ouching and owwing nonstop all the while with her hands planted on her flaming hot butt
  510. >not caring whether her mother was watching her, in too much pain to care about how embarrassing her gyrations looked
  511. >”Owwww, ohhh owwww…!”
  512.  
  513. >Mom let this go on for a little bit, showing a little sympathy with a sad smile and a shake of her head
  514. >But pretty soon, time was up, and she got up from the bed to take a calm but firm hold of her daughter’s arm
  515. >She guided her back to the dreaded corner, speaking softly but with firm resolve
  516. >”All right Sweetie. Nose back in the corner, got it missy?”
  517.  
  518. >Sweetie Belle groaned and whined some more at the prospect of MORE corner time...
  519. >but realizing she had no choice in the matter, she did not dare disobey Mom
  520. >”Yes, m*hic*m-ma’am…”
  521.  
  522. >Her hands went in front of her begrudgingly, taking them away from comforting her still blazing behind
  523. >And doing as she was told, she stuck her nose into the terrible corner
  524. >Mom nodded her head in a businesslike fashion, satisfied with her daughter’s compliance
  525.  
  526. >”Good girl. And you know what? Since you’ve been so good so far today, we’re just going to do 15 minutes this time.”
  527.  
  528. >Finally, some GOOD news!
  529. >Sweetie Belle’s bottom might have been in pure agony still, but the announcement of a shortened corner time was still most welcome!
  530. >The poor girl nodded her head and sniffled loudly, feeling grateful for any respite from this terrible, horrible day
  531. >”Y-Yes m’aam!”
  532.  
  533. >Oh boy, did she sound pitiful, thought Mom.
  534. >She frowned with a heaviness of her heart, but still steeled herself
  535. >”Good. And after that… your last spanking is tonight, 9 pm. Daddy will be back then, and… he’ll be the one to give you your last punishment. I expect you to be back in the corner before then. Ok Sweetie?”
  536.  
  537. >Aaaand just like that, the good news was once again ruined by yet another announcement of doom.
  538. >Sweetie Belle’s heart leapt as soon as the word “Daddy” left her mother’s mouth, and she couldn’t stifle a fearful whimper
  539. >It was true that Mom was a more than capable spanker, and she was always thorough with either hand or hairbrush
  540. >It was true that both herself and her older sister respected and feared their mother’s abilities to tan their butts red
  541. >But to tell the truth… Even Mom’s hairbrush was still not as hard or stung as much as her Dad’s own, huge and calloused hand
  542. >And even worse still, whenever her Dad decided to use an implement...
  543.  
  544. >And worst of all, Dad wasn’t just a harder spanker: he was just as, if not MORE, thorough than Mom.
  545.  
  546. >Sweetie’s feet lightly stamped on the carpet, shifting weight back and forth onto her right and left foot as new fear coursed through her
  547. >A barely audible whisper left her
  548. >“Ohhh nooo…”
  549.  
  550. >------------
  551.  
  552. >The next few hours were mental torture for Sweetie.
  553. >She couldn’t think of anything to do with her day except for wait…
  554. >Wait in her room while still nude from the waist down, laying on one side or the other and sniffling pathetically
  555. >She sure wasn’t able to sit down, and if she wanted to do anything outside of her room like play a video game, or even watch TV, she at least had to have a pair of panties on
  556. >It’s the house rules…
  557. >And even pulling up a piece of thin fabric like panties over her sore, throbbing bottom is out of the question!
  558.  
  559. >8 pm came quickly… only one hour left
  560. >She kicked her legs and moaned fearfully, reaching back to gently rub her raspberry red butt
  561. >What was Daddy going to do to her bottom?
  562. >Would he take pity on her, show her some mercy and only use his hand?
  563. >Would he use the hairbrush just like Mommy, painting her squirming, struggling red bottom with even MORE strength?
  564. >Or... would he finish her bottom off with a horrible dose of his heavy leather belt, bringing her to screams and cries of agony and begs for mercy?
  565.  
  566. >Sweetie Belle whimpered and whined at the thought while she kneaded her blazing hot tushy
  567. >She didn’t think she could take a belting from Daddy tonight… or even a good hard paddling over his knee!
  568. >Her butt was sooooo SORE…
  569.  
  570. >But suddenly, she had an idea!
  571. >It was close to her bedtime, right?
  572. >She could maybe get a shower!
  573. >Yeah, that was it! She could stick her bum under some cold water, and hopefully get some relief for her poor, stinging cheeks before her last spanking of the day…
  574.  
  575. >Sweetie Belle looked up at the clock, and saw that it was a quarter past time
  576. >she gasped!
  577. >Only 45 minutes, and she was going to have to be back in the corner!
  578. >She had to go take the shower RIGHT NOW…
  579.  
  580. >So, Sweetie scampered to the bathroom and shut the door, taking off her little t-shirt and standing in front of the bathtub fully nude
  581. >With her heart beating with anticipation, Sweetie Belle set the water to the cold setting, triggered the shower, and carefully stepped into the tub
  582.  
  583. >She grabbed the towel rack, arched her back and stuck her little red bottom out all the way behind her
  584. >And the column of cold water coursed over her blazing fanny cheeks, making Sweetie gasp and stamp her foot in the cold water pooling underneath her
  585.  
  586. >Oh my goodness, this was what she needed!
  587. >She sighed and moaned with relief as the wonderful water washed some of the heat away and down the drain
  588. >she stayed there for what must have been at least 20 minutes, the water barely even hitting anything else other than her butt
  589. >it felt so, so very good...
  590.  
  591. >But after her shower had ended, Sweetie got back to her room, she looked up at the clock, and her pale face turned even whiter
  592. >8:59
  593. >She whined and kicked her feet, sniffing and shivering
  594. >It was almost time! She had spent WAY more time than she thought in the shower!
  595.  
  596. >And making matters so, so much worse… Sweetie Belle heard footsteps.
  597. >Footsteps coming up the stairs…
  598.  
  599. >It was Dad! He was already coming up!
  600. >Sweetie Belle’s heart felt like it was going to explode, and she frantically scampered over to the corner...
  601. >But wait! She suddenly realized that she had no shirt on!
  602. >And even worse, she realized… she had left her shirt on the bathroom floor!
  603.  
  604. >But it was too late. Daddy’s footsteps were already almost here…
  605. >And here Sweetie Belle was standing in the corner, with nothing but her birthday suit!
  606.  
  607. >But there was nothing she could do now. He was almost here…
  608. >And so Sweetie Belle, with her cheeks blushing fierce, had to force herself to press her snotty nose into the corner, and keep her hands away from her throbbing bum
  609. >her little feet danced and squirmed painfully on the carpet with nervous anticipation
  610. >Sweetie clenched her bottom
  611.  
  612. >The footsteps, Daddy’s heavy footsteps, entered her room.
  613. >Sweetie Belle couldn’t barely breathe
  614. >But after a moment, his voice boomed from the doorway
  615.  
  616. >”Sweetie. Petunia. Belle.”
  617.  
  618. >His voice was so no nonsense… it made Sweetie Belle shiver fearfully
  619. >And he used her full name… ohhh noooo...
  620. >She squeaked, and tears started to flow already
  621. >He sounded so serious…
  622.  
  623. >She heard him sit down on the bed, the springs creaking
  624. >and then, a couple of pats…
  625.  
  626. >”Turn around, Sweetie. Turn around, and get over my knee.”
  627.  
  628. >Sweetie Belle sniffled
  629. >a little whine escaped her
  630. >But she didn’t dare disobey her strict Daddy…
  631. >she turned around
  632. >keeping her hands crossed in front of her to shield her privates from his view
  633.  
  634. >But her desire to obey… it suddenly left her
  635. >Because when she saw what was lying next to her father’s lap, she couldn’t believe her eyes
  636. >they fixed onto the object of her bottom’s execution, and couldn’t stop looking
  637.  
  638. >A paddle was lying there.
  639. >She had never seen it before
  640. >But it was a rectangular, wooden paddle about a foot long and a half inch thick, with rounded edges
  641. >But worst of all… two rows of little holes down the middle!
  642.  
  643. >It was the scariest looking spanking implement Sweetie had ever seen.
  644. >She shrank back and whimpered with tears springing to her eyes, trickling down her cheeks
  645. >And in so much fear that she could barely think anymore, even her hands went back to shield her bottom out of instinct
  646. >revealing her whole front to her Dad, but not even caring anymore if he saw
  647.  
  648. >“Daddy… Daddyyy noo… not with th-that, p-please…”
  649.  
  650. >Daddy frowned, and narrowing his eyes he beckoned to Sweetie with a “come here” finger and a cold stare
  651. >”No, Sweetie. Come here. Right now.”
  652.  
  653. >Sweetie shook her head though, and tearfully began to beg even harder
  654. >backing herself into the wall
  655. >“N-No, pleaaaase Daddy! My b-bottom already hurts, M-Mommy already spanked me so hard today…”
  656.  
  657. >”And you’re about to get spanked a whole lot harder, missy. In fact? I think tonight is going to be the hardest spanking of your whole life.”
  658.  
  659. >Oh no no no no NO!
  660. >Sweetie Belle couldn’t even believe her ears!
  661. >She whimpered and started to sob, partly with fear, but partly with confusion
  662. >Why? Why was he going to spank her so hard? She couldn’t even sit down now!
  663. >Sweetie Belle groaned, and sniveled against the bedroom wall
  664.  
  665. >This was the worst thing she could have possibly imagined. The worst possible outcome to the worst possible week…
  666. >She crossed her feet and her toes wiggled on the carpet, and her bottom tingled…
  667.  
  668. >“N-Noooo! No Daddy, p-please! Wh-whyyyy, why, uuhhuuhhuhhh…”
  669.  
  670. >Her crying sounded so desperate and so pitiful.
  671. >But her father was unmoved, as his fingers ran over the wood of the terrible paddle by his side
  672. >He raised his brow and said a revelation to her that made her look like she had seen a ghost…
  673.  
  674. >”I got home only ten minutes ago… and your mother and I heard you taking a shower. Before your last spanking of the week, you STILL tried to sneak one past us again… just like when you wore all those panties to school. That’s the SECOND time you’re tried to escape discipline by deceiving us, Sweetie Belle. I know you stuck your little bare butt in the cold water, didn’t you, missy? And even worse, your hair isn’t even damp!”

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