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"No way! 'was
an accident!! Meanie!"
A vase lay broken between them.
"Yes way, young lady. It broke because
you kicked when I told you to settle down. You need a smacked
bottom and a nap."
Her lower lip shot out defiantly. He laid
his hand on hers.
"Only question, will it be my hand or
The hairbrush scared her. She took his hand.
He changed her into a large T-shirt. Then
sat on her small bed.
Her panties were soon off and she was over
his knees as he smacked her until she cried. Until her bottom
She started to get up.
"Not yet, miss. You know."
She knew. But she also knew he sometimes forgot.
Her eyes squeezed tight as the jar opened.
"What am I doing?"
She swallowed, blushing.
"Gettin' ready to take my temperature."
"Where does this go?"
Tears trickled down her face as his hand stroked
her pink cheeks. Soothing, calming . . . firm, parting.
"Be a good girl."
He slid the thermometer in. The Vaseline made
She repeated the words to herself. Be a good
girl. Be a good girl or it comes out. Be a good girl or get
a spanking with the hairbrush. Be a good girl or it goes in
again when your bottom's red hot.
He turned it gently, made her squirm. She
kicked, felt a warning smack, took a deep breath and tried to
turn over. It was out before she could hurt herself. His arm
held her tight over his lap, his leg caught her kicking feet.
"No, you could break it!"
The brush came down fast, hard. She wasn't
brave, the brush was always too much. Please please please.
She couldn't breathe, tears made hair stick to her face.
The brush stopped but she cried, too limp
to understand his voice. Or to do more than whimper when the
thermometer went in again. Slowly words pierced her fog.
". . . think I have a sorry little girl
He withdrew it slowly as she sobbed. Then
opened the drawer and jar again.
He stroked her gently, pushing something firm
against her. It was the thick one, the one used for disciplining
very naughty girls.
"Relax, young lady. Or do I need the
She sobbed, lifting her bottom toward him.
He slowly, gently, firmly pushed the plug deep inside. Another
hand-spanking. The spanking made her aware of her fullness,
the fullness of the spanking. She cried harder than from the
He stopped, lifted her off his lap and into
bed, holding her to his chest until she was calm. Tucked the
covers around her tightly.
"In bed until I tell you, right, miss?"
She nodded, curled up, eyes closed.
"And keep it in. I'll take it
There was no need for her to nod, but she
did. He wiped a stray tear.
A whisper low in her ear.
"Such a good girl."
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