Acting Up for the Babysitter by Anon (21/06/2020 - 23/01/2021) https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/35312358/#q35481970 https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/36363775/#q36449934 --- Sweetie Belle's Week of Hell REPOST + CONTINUED >Sweetie Belle does not think she needs a babysitter >Mom & Dad disagree "You're too young to stay alone a whole weekend." >They're accompanying Rarity to some big Junior Fashion event >Can't find a friend for her to stay with on short notice >Luckily, Mr. Anon is available >Suddenly Sweetie's attitude changes >Mr. Anon is kinda cute >For an old person >Maybe having a babysitter isn't all bad >She tries to provoke a spanking >That might be fun and sexy to do with Anon >Bratty behavior >Backtalk >Refusal to do homework or chores >Leaving messes >Anon admonishes her >She taunts him; "What are you gonna do...spank me?" >Shakes her skinny loli rear >Yellow skirt swinging back and forth >But Anon doesn't take the bait >He gives her time-outs, takes away the TV remote >Never spanks her >Monday morning, Mom & Dad return home >Sweetie is nervous "You aren't gonna tell on me, are you?" >Oh yes he is >Anon unrolls the list of Sweetie's misbehavior like a scroll >Before he's even halfway through she's being dragged up to her bedroom by the ear >Sweetie Belle thought a spanking from Anon would be fun >But there's nothing fun about the long hard paddling her bare bottom gets from Mom's hairbrush >And after Mom is done with Sweetie's butt, it's Dad's turn. >Dad is still listening to the "naughty list" Anon is giving him while his wife paddles Sweetie upstairs >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. >Sweetie also has a week of bare bottom bedtime spankings to look forward to with Mom's hairbrush. >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 >knowing full well that she is due for another good hairbrush spanking later that night >and there's nothing she can do about it. >Sweetie Belle whines, her skirt raised and her panties lowered down to her knees >rubbing a hand over her still warm red cheeks while she looks in the mirror >"Damn it Anon... owww..." ----------- >Day 3 of her personal week from hell >Sweetie Belle's butt is so sore and red, that it is getting hard to sit down at school >those stupid seats! >School just had those wooden desks with the hard, wooden chairs >After sitting for 7 straight hours, her burning bum feels like it can't take it anymore! >But nonetheless, her bedtime spanking with Mom's hairbrush is still delivered that night >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 >Which given how sore her butt already is, doesn't take more than a minute >and then, it's time for bed... >At bedtime, Sweetie Belle sleeps with her pajama pants pulled down below her thighs and her bare bum sticking up in the air >uncovered by the blankets, trying to cool off >The next morning, Sweetie has an idea! >she carefully slips on THREE pairs of panties underneath her skirt >This will surely give her extra padding! >Sure enough, today at school isn't so bad! >The extra pairs of panties do a good job giving her just a little more cushion on her hard desk chair >But by lunchtime, Sweetie runs into a new problem... >the three pairs of panties are actually trapping the heat radiating from her red bottom cheeks >one pair gives the heat enough breathing room to escape, but three pairs actually traps it against her sore skin >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 >it does the trick, luckily, and Sweetie Belle manages to last the rest of the day! >During the car ride home, Sweetie is actually feeling proud of herself >What a clever idea she's come up with! >Sure, she still had 4 more nights of bedtime spankings this week... >but now, at least she would be able to sit comfortably at school! >But something happens when she gets home that Sweetie did not expect. >Her Mom, when they walk through the door, notices something... >Sweetie's little yellow skirt, on the back, there's a little... bump >a raised panty line just a little bit visible through the fabric in the right light >Mom notices this, and a thought occurs to her... >Without warning, Mom reaches down, grabs Sweetie Belle's skirt and lifts it up >and manages to get a good look at her daughter's panty... or rather, pantIES covered red rump >Sweetie Belle yelps with shock, and reflexively slams her hand down onto her skirt and whirls around >trying to hide her little secret >"M-Mom! W-What are you doing?" >But too late, Sweetie Belle. >Mom already saw what she had suspected >she knew as soon as she'd noticed her daughter's discreet panty line through her clothes >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 >"No use, young lady. I already saw." >Sweetie Belle's throat constricts, and her eyes widen >Oh NO. >"W-Wait, I-I can explain, Mom..." -------- >Well, in an effort to be fair, Mom made sure to listen to Sweetie Belle's explanation... >But unfortunately for Sweetie Belle, Mom didn't really like her explanation at all. >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 >And Sweetie knew it, too... >So, fifteen minutes later, Sweetie Belle's skirt and all three pairs of panties are laying folded on the floor next to the sofa >And in the corner next to the sofa, sobbing, sniffling, and squirming Sweetie Belle stands with her nose in the corner >hands clasped together in front of her >and her freshly spanked, squirming, and absolutely crimson bare butt on full display >Mom looks at her crying, well punished daughter in the corner with an exasperated sigh. >She shakes her head and mutters under her breath >"Damn it, Sweetie Belle..." >Sweetie Belle stays there in the corner until Dad gets home over an hour later. >She waits fearfully and anxiously as Mom tells Dad everything >She fidgets and squirms in place, and her heart beats like crazy >Sweetie hears her Dad's calm but menacingly low voice directed toward her in the corner >Her heart leaps in her chest >"Sweetie. Petunia. Belle. Come here." >Sweetie Belle gulps, but she obeys fearfully >and when she turns to face her father, she feels her sobs coming on again >Dad has the belt in his hand. >He stares down at her with a look only a father upset at his daughter could give. >"Sweetie Belle, I am very, very disappointed in you. Trying to cheat your way out of your punishment... it's unnacceptable. Do you understand?" >Sweetie Belle bites back a sob, and nods her head tearfully >"Yes, Daddy... I'm sorry..." >she knows her poor butt is in for the thrashing of a lifetime today >But at the same time... she knew what she did today was very bad. >and as her Dad always said, in this family: >"Bad girls get good spankings, and very bad girls get VERY good spankings!" >Despite how much her butt burned and throbbed already, Sweetie Belle was once again guided by her Dad into spanking position >bent over the sofa arm, her little feet dangled in the air and her upper body lay slumped against the seat cushions >and her butt bent over the padded sofa arm, her red cheeks jutting up in the air as a perfect spanking target >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 >But mere minutes later, Sweetie wasn't so calm anymore >Her feet kicking and scissoring frantically in the air, and her howling filling the room >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 >Sweetie Belle crying and muttering gibberish as her bottom is punished >little deep red welts and dark stripes stretching across her already scarlet spanked cheeks >her crying gets more breathless with each passing stroke, and she writhes over the sofa desperately >"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!" >Dad finishes with a last five spanks to her sit spots, just where her bottom meets her thighs >one after the other >Leaving at least ten seconds in between each one to let the burning sting soak into her buns >Sweetie Belle weeps and wails, but she obediently holds her position >despite her now constant writhing and kicking of her feet >her glutes flex and jiggle a little bit over the sofa arm as a result of all her desperate kicking >her legs moving every which direction, sometimes crossing over on another >and sometimes spreading far apart, splaying out >Of course, Dad doesn't really care, he's seen it many times before over the years >but if a boy Sweetie's age were here right now, they'd be getting quite the unintentional show... >Dad gives Sweetie several minutes to recover while he puts the warmed leather belt back on his waist. >She takes a while to stop kicking her feet, writhing her hips and waving her butt around, but eventually she becomes still >and her crying dies down into sobs and sniffles again >Before Sweetie knows it, she's back in the corner. >And now, her butt is sporting a good number of just the deepest scarlet red stripes of searing burning and pain >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 >mindless fidgeting to try and distract her from the absolute ROASTING her poor bottom had just suffered >If she thought she couldn'f sit down for a week before, it had to have been more like a month now! ------------- >Well, it's now Day 5 of Sweetie Belle's horrible week >Sweetie got less sleep than usual last night due to her burning bum >but a cold shower applied directly on her naked behind had helped a lot! >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: >Red rump, sticking up in the air, uncovered by blankets >When she got dressed, this time she didn't put on three pairs of panties >in fact, one pair already stung her poor blazing behind enough! >School was predictably miserable, and Sweetie Belle had to squirm a whole lot in her chair to try and soothe her sore fanny >And when she looked around, she noticed to her own mortification that a couple of the other girls were watching her >their facial expressions were trying to be neutral, but Sweetie could tell that they had figured it out >She blushed with embarrassment and tried to hide her face, but it was no use... >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 >Apple Bloom and Scootaloo sometimes sported spanked rear ends at school too, you knew >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 >at worst, this sight typically met with light snickers and teasing from the girl's friends before it was forgotten again >no big deal... >But even so, Sweetie still felt embarrassed. >And even if she wasn't embarrassed... goodness, her bottom simply HURT! >When Sweetie gets back home,she makes a beeline for the bathroom >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 >Wow, it's still SO RED >Sweetie Belle thought it looked red all the other days, but now, her buttocks looked like two red delicious apples! >She whined, rubbing her hand softly over the very warm flesh and hissing from the sting >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 >Sweetie Belle pouted and wiped her shiny eyes, her tummy aching with dread >Tonight's bedtime hairbrush paddling was still to come... >soon, before Sweetie knew it, it was 9 pm >and Sweetie Belle was waiting anxiously in her bedroom again >Her pajama pants and panties pulled down and bunched around her ankles, nose in the corner >waiting for Mom to come in and whack her tush yet again... >But she hears from behind her two sets of footsteps instead of one that enter her room >Sweetie Belle doesn't have time to process it very long when she hears another, deeper voice say her name >"Sweetie Belle. Turn around, dear." >Oh no! I was her Dad. >Sweetie Belle's bottom clenched at hearing his booming voice >She felt her heart leap in her chest, and for a second her feet were frozen to the spot >but she took a deep breath and, obediently, she turned around with her hands clasped together in front of her, below her waist >Oh no, it was EVEN WORSE >Not just Dad, but Mom was standing there, too! >They both regarded their sniffling daughter with somber expressions >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 >But she didn't have to imagine long, because Dad spoke >"Sweetie, your Mom and I have been talking. About your punishment." >Sweetie Belle's stomach sank, and she wilted under Dad's stern gaze >About her punishment? Oh no! What could he mean? >Dad continues >"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." >Sweetie Belle's eyes nearly popped out of the sockets from shock, and she held back a gasp >At first, the news made her heart flutter, and she felt a warm glow from somewhere other than her rear end! >No bedtime spankings tonight? Not until the end of the week? She couldn't believe i--- >Wait. Wait a minute... >Even if there wouldn't be any bedtime spankings the next three nights... he had just said "postponed" >not "cancelled" just "postponed" >which could only mean... >Sweetie Belle's fluttering heart suddenly sank like a lead weight >The little smile that had threatened to show up disappeared >And she couldn't help it, but she let out a pitiful little whimper >Dad waited for her response, watching her facial expression change from relief to brand new anxiety >Sweetie Belle twiddled her fingers, looked down at the floor at her bunched up pajamas, and spoke meekly >"S-so that means... that means I'm gonna get th-three spankings on S-Saturday?" >Dad sighed, and nodded his head in confirmation >Sweetie Belle's shoulders sagged, and she sniffled with tears forming in her eyes >Oh, damn it... >This was truly going to be the worst week EVER! ---------- >8 am was the time Sweetie had been told. >8 am on any other morning was a late start >but on a Saturday, 8 am was very early! >for a teenager in school, sleeping in until 11 was a regular occurence >but not today. >today, there was a schedule to keep… >Sweetie Belle's alarm woke her up like a death knell >her eyes snapped open, and in an instant, she remembered >the time was 7:45 >15 minutes before she was supposed to be… ready >Sweetie Belle moaned with self pity and dread >The last two days had gone by so quickly! >And while it was true that the delay of her bedtime spankings had made it easier to sit down at her desk at school… >now, it was time. >The time of reckoning… >Sweetie Belle took off her covers, and rolled out of bed with a pout on her lips >it wasn't fair… >She was very thirsty, so Sweetie Belle first headed in the kitchen >She got herself a nice, tall glass of water and drank it all down >she was going to need hydration, considering all of the tears she was sure to shed in a bit… >Once she was done, Sweetie Belle slowly walked back to her room >She knew what surely awaited her once she arrived… >When she arrived, Sweetie Belle pulled down her pajama pants and her panties and stepped out of them >leaving them in a clump on the floor next to her bed >She certainly wasn't going to need them today, anyway... >then, Sweetie walked over to the corner and tearfully planted her nose in it >In what seemed like years to poor Sweetie, 9 am finally rolled around >She could hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, and her feet fidgeted anxiously >Then, she heard the footsteps enter her room. >She didn't look back, but she knew who it was. >Mom's voice penetrated the silence >"Sweetie Belle, it's time. Come on, let's get your first spanking over with." >Sweetie's butt clenched with anticipation >She hesitated at first, especially hearing the dreaded "s" word come out of her Mom's mouth >But after taking a moment to gather her nerves, Sweetie Belle did obey, and turned around with a sniffle and teary eyes >There she was, her mother. >And in her hand, there it was: that dreaded, solid oak wood hairbrush. >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 >but alas, her hopes were dashed… >but Sweetie Belle obeyed her Mom's command, and with a sniffle she walked over the end of her bed >Arms crossed behind her, toes gripping the carpet nervously with her steps >Her Mom sat down at the foot of the bed and laid the hairbrush down at her side >With a practiced motion, Sweetie's Mom pulled her daughter over her knees >Sweetie soon found herself laying over her mother's lap with her front firmly on the bed >while her backside and legs resting on the blanket and her hips lay bent over Mom's right thigh >the position left her bare butt arched up and exposed, higher than the rest of her body >to Sweetie Belle, being in this position was the worst thing ever >But to her Mother, this position seemed to tell a different story >While Sweetie Belle's feet may be flexing and kicking nervously and her legs may be fidgeting with fearful and nervous energy >Her bottom was perfectly framed and jutted out like the perfect target >and in a sense, it was practically BEGGING to be spanked >Mom picked up the hairbrush, and with a sigh of pity she eyed her daughter's doomed behind >the color that had been so dark red earlier this week had gotten a couple of days to fade >now, it was a more faded shade of bright pink >but not for long… >She tapped Sweetie's lightly squirming butt with the brush, and raised it up high >Sweetie Belle held back a little whine, and braced herself... >The SMACK sound registered a full second before the horrible, but unfortunately familiar burn >Sweetie Belle gasped, and a high pitched "OW!" leaves her >Oh gosh, it HURTS so bad! >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! >And Mom didn't hesitate with delivering the next spank, and the next one right after that >starting her daughter's paddling at a rate of one spank per second right out the gate >At the beginning of every spanking, Sweetie always went through a first stage of her mind >the "Oh my goodness I can't STAND it!" stage >but no matter what, every single time, she did. >her bottom had no escape, and there was no choice but to stand it >so stand it she did >The next five minutes felt like an hour as the hairbrush kept thwacking away >Sweetie's cries of ouchie and owww soon turned into a steady stream of tears and sobbing >Her feet kicked and drummed the bed constantly, and Mom's grip over her daughter tightened to keep her in place over her lap >And still positioned prominently over her Mom's knee, Sweetie's bare tush absorbed spank after spank with lots of fruitless wiggling in protest >Pink turned back into the deserved, burning hot red of a punishment properly administered to a naughty girl >Sweetie's Mom placed two more hard spanks right to her daughter's sit spots before she halted the spanking. >even though the spanks had stopped, Sweetie Belle didn't stop crying right away >she kept her face buried into her arms with tears trickling down her face >her butt was on fire and it throbbed like the dickens! >her feet and legs still shuffled and kicked, making the springs on her mattress creak >but the pain still pulsed on her bottom cheeks just as hard and intensely no matter how much she tried to squirm >Mom held her daughter over her lap for the next few minutes. >She needed to give Sweetie some time to calm down before sending her back to the corner >and after a little while, Sweetie did finally start to relax >her feet came to rest, her sobbing quieted down, and her now red butt stopped shaking back and forth over mother's knee >Seeing her daughter finally calming down, Mom sighed, and took her arm off of Sweetie's back to unpin her from her lap >"Ok Sweetie. You can get up now, ok?" >Sweetie Belle took a second to register >but once she did, with a little moan of relief she pushed herself up from Mom's lap >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 >the "dance of the well spanked girl" >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 >Mom smiled inwardly, thinking back to all the times she had seen Sweetie do this over the years. >Sweetie often considered herself a "big girl" now that she was in middle school >but the truth was there was still no difference between now and then when it came to the "spanking dance" >still the same as always! >Mom let Sweetie get it out of her system for a bit, but after a little while, she decided it was enough. >"Ok, Sweetie. I want you go back to the corner now, ok missy?" >Sweetie Belle sniffled, and whispered another "ouch" while her hands continued to knead her well spanked buns >but she listened to Mom, and with a contrite nod she obeyed, moving back to the corner >"Y-Yes Mom…." >"Good girl," praised Mom. >Sweetie was always extra obedient after a spanking, and today was no exception. >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 >after all, there was no rubbing allowed in the corner! >Mom, satisfied with her daughter's compliance with her punishment, nodded her head in approval and quietly left the room. >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… >The next hour was an hour of torture for poor Sweetie Belle. >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 >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! >but eventually, the hour passed by, and Mom walked back into the room >Sweetie Belle’s butt clenched again out of reflex when her mom’s voice called from the doorway >”Ok Sweetie, corner time is up. You can rub now.” >no sooner did she give her daughter permission to reach back then Sweetie’s hand immediately went back to her bum >Sweetie Belle sighed and moaned with relief as her hands began their much needed massage on her spanked rear >Mom watched her with mild amusement as she hop stepped around, her fingers kneading her red cheeks like raw dough >She shook her head lightly and watched Sweetie flop down on her bed, laying on her side while her hands continued rubbing >”Owwowww....” >But as they both knew, the day wasn’t over yet. >Mom let Sweetie do her thing for a moment, but with a heavy sigh she gave her next instructions >”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.” >Sweetie Belle groaned at the news >But Mom’s word was final, and despite the new feeling of dread bubbling up in her chest she knew she had no choice >Obediently, Sweetie nodded and sniffled tearfully >”Yes, M-Mom…” >Mom smiled. >”Good girl. 2 o’clock, nose in the corner.” ---------- >”Why did the time always seem to go by so quickly when you wanted it to go by slow?” >Sweetie wondered with her nose in the corner, standing bottomless >Her panties and pajama pants were lying in the same spot on the floor in a heap >she had not bothered to put them back on, after all >what was the point when she was going to be getting her bare bottom spanked yet again in only a few hours? >There they came again: Mom’s footsteps. >Sweetie Belle sniffled, her feet shuffling nervously on the floor >Mom’s voice called to her again from the doorway… >”Good, you’re ready in the corner.” >The little words of praise made Sweetie Belle blush just a little bit >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… >But when she turned around at Mom’s command, she saw that dreaded hairbrush in her hand once again >and just like that, all of her hopes vanished. >Sweetie’s eyes teared up, and she stared anxiously at her toes >Mom sighed sorrowfully, but took her same seat on the side of the bed just like she had this morning >She patted her thigh >”Come on Sweetie. Over you go…” >In just a few short moments, Sweetie Belle once again found herself in her least favorite position >upper body laying on top of the covers, her lower half extending diagonally over Mom’s knees >Mom’s right leg laying over top of her own legs, framing her bare thighs and bottom and pinning her firmly in place >Her already red cheeks arched up over Mom’s left thigh as a most inviting spanking target….. >Mom rested the wooden hairbrush on the middle of Sweetie’s pert rear, tapping it ominously to aim >Sweetie whined and lightly kicked her feet >Even just the light taps on her pre-warmed rump reignited the sting of the previous spanking, tingling the skin >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 >SMACK! >”OoooOOWW!” >And so it began again, the rhythmic smack, crack, thwack of wood on exposed skin >and the equally rhythmic sobs, squeals, and howls of a naughty girl to accompany the slow but steady stream of thwacks and cracks >While the clock ticked and ticked on by, minute after minute… >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 >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 >Sweetie’s yelps had gotten a good bit louder when the hairbrush had drifted below her round rump >It was an experience she never had before, but it was so far the WORST part of all her punishments! >It stung and burned so badly, so much more sharply than when the brush merely rippled her buns instead >Mom’s brush hand finally came to rest at her side, and she set the horrible spanking implement down at last >Just like this morning, she held Sweetie down over her lap for a good several minutes to let her cry it out >in the meantime her sobbing daughter’s hips shook and wagged from side to side as much as her position would allow >waving her apple red butt around in circles, trying subconsciously to deal with the heat and the sting >Her feet switched between kicking uselessly in the air, to her ankles crossing and her toes curling and flexing >But none of it did any good to give her any real relief for the burning bonfire on her behind… >But eventually, once she calmed down and her hopeless fidgeting slowed, Mom let her daughter up from her lap >freeing her from her restrained position >Sweetie Belle wasted no time: she immediately commenced her signature “spanky dance” all around the room >Ouching and owwing nonstop all the while with her hands planted on her flaming hot butt >not caring whether her mother was watching her, in too much pain to care about how embarrassing her gyrations looked >”Owwww, ohhh owwww…!” >Mom let this go on for a little bit, showing a little sympathy with a sad smile and a shake of her head >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 >She guided her back to the dreaded corner, speaking softly but with firm resolve >”All right Sweetie. Nose back in the corner, got it missy?” >Sweetie Belle groaned and whined some more at the prospect of MORE corner time... >but realizing she had no choice in the matter, she did not dare disobey Mom >”Yes, m*hic*m-ma’am…” >Her hands went in front of her begrudgingly, taking them away from comforting her still blazing behind >And doing as she was told, she stuck her nose into the terrible corner >Mom nodded her head in a businesslike fashion, satisfied with her daughter’s compliance >”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.” >Finally, some GOOD news! >Sweetie Belle’s bottom might have been in pure agony still, but the announcement of a shortened corner time was still most welcome! >The poor girl nodded her head and sniffled loudly, feeling grateful for any respite from this terrible, horrible day >”Y-Yes m’aam!” >Oh boy, did she sound pitiful, thought Mom. >She frowned with a heaviness of her heart, but still steeled herself >”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?” >Aaaand just like that, the good news was once again ruined by yet another announcement of doom. >Sweetie Belle’s heart leapt as soon as the word “Daddy” left her mother’s mouth, and she couldn’t stifle a fearful whimper >It was true that Mom was a more than capable spanker, and she was always thorough with either hand or hairbrush >It was true that both herself and her older sister respected and feared their mother’s abilities to tan their butts red >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 >And even worse still, whenever her Dad decided to use an implement... >And worst of all, Dad wasn’t just a harder spanker: he was just as, if not MORE, thorough than Mom. >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 >A barely audible whisper left her >“Ohhh nooo…” >------------ >The next few hours were mental torture for Sweetie. >She couldn’t think of anything to do with her day except for wait… >Wait in her room while still nude from the waist down, laying on one side or the other and sniffling pathetically >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 >It’s the house rules… >And even pulling up a piece of thin fabric like panties over her sore, throbbing bottom is out of the question! >8 pm came quickly… only one hour left >She kicked her legs and moaned fearfully, reaching back to gently rub her raspberry red butt >What was Daddy going to do to her bottom? >Would he take pity on her, show her some mercy and only use his hand? >Would he use the hairbrush just like Mommy, painting her squirming, struggling red bottom with even MORE strength? >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? >Sweetie Belle whimpered and whined at the thought while she kneaded her blazing hot tushy >She didn’t think she could take a belting from Daddy tonight… or even a good hard paddling over his knee! >Her butt was sooooo SORE… >But suddenly, she had an idea! >It was close to her bedtime, right? >She could maybe get a shower! >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… >Sweetie Belle looked up at the clock, and saw that it was a quarter past time >she gasped! >Only 45 minutes, and she was going to have to be back in the corner! >She had to go take the shower RIGHT NOW… >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 >With her heart beating with anticipation, Sweetie Belle set the water to the cold setting, triggered the shower, and carefully stepped into the tub >She grabbed the towel rack, arched her back and stuck her little red bottom out all the way behind her >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 >Oh my goodness, this was what she needed! >She sighed and moaned with relief as the wonderful water washed some of the heat away and down the drain >she stayed there for what must have been at least 20 minutes, the water barely even hitting anything else other than her butt >it felt so, so very good... >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 >8:59 >She whined and kicked her feet, sniffing and shivering >It was almost time! She had spent WAY more time than she thought in the shower! >And making matters so, so much worse… Sweetie Belle heard footsteps. >Footsteps coming up the stairs… >It was Dad! He was already coming up! >Sweetie Belle’s heart felt like it was going to explode, and she frantically scampered over to the corner... >But wait! She suddenly realized that she had no shirt on! >And even worse, she realized… she had left her shirt on the bathroom floor! >But it was too late. Daddy’s footsteps were already almost here… >And here Sweetie Belle was standing in the corner, with nothing but her birthday suit! >But there was nothing she could do now. He was almost here… >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 >her little feet danced and squirmed painfully on the carpet with nervous anticipation >Sweetie clenched her bottom >The footsteps, Daddy’s heavy footsteps, entered her room. >Sweetie Belle couldn’t barely breathe >But after a moment, his voice boomed from the doorway >”Sweetie. Petunia. Belle.” >His voice was so no nonsense… it made Sweetie Belle shiver fearfully >And he used her full name… ohhh noooo... >She squeaked, and tears started to flow already >He sounded so serious… >She heard him sit down on the bed, the springs creaking >and then, a couple of pats… >”Turn around, Sweetie. Turn around, and get over my knee.” >Sweetie Belle sniffled >a little whine escaped her >But she didn’t dare disobey her strict Daddy… >she turned around >keeping her hands crossed in front of her to shield her privates from his view >But her desire to obey… it suddenly left her >Because when she saw what was lying next to her father’s lap, she couldn’t believe her eyes >they fixed onto the object of her bottom’s execution, and couldn’t stop looking >A paddle was lying there. >She had never seen it before >But it was a rectangular, wooden paddle about a foot long and a half inch thick, with rounded edges >But worst of all… two rows of little holes down the middle! >It was the scariest looking spanking implement Sweetie had ever seen. >She shrank back and whimpered with tears springing to her eyes, trickling down her cheeks >And in so much fear that she could barely think anymore, even her hands went back to shield her bottom out of instinct >revealing her whole front to her Dad, but not even caring anymore if he saw >“Daddy… Daddyyy noo… not with th-that, p-please…” >Daddy frowned, and narrowing his eyes he beckoned to Sweetie with a “come here” finger and a cold stare >”No, Sweetie. Come here. Right now.” >Sweetie shook her head though, and tearfully began to beg even harder >backing herself into the wall >“N-No, pleaaaase Daddy! My b-bottom already hurts, M-Mommy already spanked me so hard today…” >”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.” >Oh no no no no NO! >Sweetie Belle couldn’t even believe her ears! >She whimpered and started to sob, partly with fear, but partly with confusion >Why? Why was he going to spank her so hard? She couldn’t even sit down now! >Sweetie Belle groaned, and sniveled against the bedroom wall >This was the worst thing she could have possibly imagined. The worst possible outcome to the worst possible week… >She crossed her feet and her toes wiggled on the carpet, and her bottom tingled… >“N-Noooo! No Daddy, p-please! Wh-whyyyy, why, uuhhuuhhuhhh…” >Her crying sounded so desperate and so pitiful. >But her father was unmoved, as his fingers ran over the wood of the terrible paddle by his side >He raised his brow and said a revelation to her that made her look like she had seen a ghost… >”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!”