Marie-Louise Spanked For Crashing – P3

Posted by Editor - August 15th, 2020

John put the brush down and continued with his hand. “You SPANK know SPANK perfectly SPANK well SPANK that SPANK ‘I don’t know’ SPANK SPANK is not SPANK an acceptable SPANK answer SPANK SPANK SPANK. Try again. SPANK SPANK”

“I don’t remember the question honey.”

“Why did you ignore the stop sign young lady?”

Marie-Louise thought for a moment. She knew that there was no right answer to this question. She knew that no matter what she said, it would be lame. So, she resigned herself to the truth, knowing that at least she wouldn’t get soap for lying. “I…I…I guess I just didn’t feel like obeying the laws Honey.”

John picked up the wooden spoon. “Well, THWACK I imagine THWACK that by THWACK the time THWACK we are finished THWACK young lady THWACK THWACK, you will THWACK most certainly THWACK feel like THWACK obeying THWACK THWACK the laws THWACK THWACK THWACK.”

“Oooowwwwwwwwwwww babe…. it hurtssssssssssssss.”

“Good. It’s supposed to hurt young lady. And will keep on hurting until you have learned this lesson. Do I make myself clear?”

“YesssssssssssSirrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Marie-Louise was kicking her legs and grabbing onto the chair for dear life. Her backside was on fire, and she just wanted to find a way out of this position. She squirmed and wiggled and tried with all her might to slip away, but John kept a firm grip around her middle. In fact, the more she struggled, the more she slid forward, making an easier target of her upper thighs. John let loose with a peppering to her thighs, and Marie-Louise could not contain herself.

“Nooooooooooooo Papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I’m sorrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

John gave his little girl a few more swats to each side before standing her up.

“Go to the corner, and DO NOT think about rubbing that bottom of yours little girl.”

Marie-Louise turned and nearly collapsed into the corner. She stood crying for several minutes when a realization came to mind. She still had her underpants on. She had convinced herself that it was over, that her Honey was going to hug her and tell her she was forgiven, and the slate was clean, but this thought quickly chased those ideas from her head. “He never gives a spanking without me losing my underpants.” she thought to herself. This made Marie-Louise cry even harder.

John watched his little girl stand in the corner. He hated what had to happen, but he knew that he needed to make a lasting impression with this chat. His daughter was so lucky that no one had been hurt, that the only damage had been to the cars. He wanted her to know that he loved her, and the he worried about her, and that he cared about what happened to her.

“Marie-Louise, come here.”

She went to father and was puzzled when he sat her upon his lap.

“Opus, I want you to listen to me. I want you to understand how important you are to me. How much I would hurt if something happened to you. It is important that you realize that I am not giving you a spanking just to spank you. You broke a law, you got two tickets, and you caused a car accident. For that you are forgiven.”

Marie-Louise looked at her father not sure if he meant that the spanking was over or if it was just beginning.

“I think that you have learned that the rules are in place to protect you, right honey?”

“Yessir.”

“But, I am not sure that you understand what you mean to me. I worry about you, I love you, and I never want to see you hurt. I may allow you to make mistakes, but your physical safety is not something I am willing to allow you to risk. Does that make sense Opus?”

“Yessir.”

“And that is why your spanking is not over. You are my little girl, and you are going to learn that you matter- not just to me, but to your mother, and to yourself. I am not going to sit back and watch you hurt yourself, because I love you too much.”

That said, John put his little girl on her feet. He stood up as well and slowly and deliberately took off his belt. Marie-Louise watched the belt slide from around his waist and didn’t know what to think. All she knew was that Honey had never used his belt before. In her mind, she knew that he meant serious business and went over everything he had just said to her. She knew that he wanted to make this impression, and she didn’t want to forget his words. Marie-Louise began to cry softly as she realized just how much her Honey loved her. She realized that she meant something to him and that he really did care about her.

John looked at Marie-Louise. “Put your hands on the chair.”

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Maria Spanked in Belgium

Posted by Editor - August 3rd, 2020

Being in Belgium was really great, but I got so stressed from my trip and responsibilities with the summer program, that I over-bratted Maria to try and let go of some steam. The first thing I learned from my discussion with Henry is that there has to be a better way to relieve stress then being rude and disrespectful. I could have asked Maria for permission to be a brat and told her why I was feeling stressed, I could have gotten help and found more productive ways to deal with my environment. Since I decided to make a bad decision and just brat Maria really bad and use swear words that I knew she wouldn’t like, I had no choice but to face the music and pay the price. She asked Henry to please handle things for her, and he most certainly did.

Henry came to the office on a Saturday morning, about 45 minutes earlier than I expected him. He brought a bag and we called Maria. We talked about my attitude and my language, and then he told me to stand up and bend over with my hands on the couch. He didn’t take my pants down yet, but he gave me a warm up with the belt. That got me thinking that I had made some bad choices, and was already regretting the attitude. After the warm up, he sent me to the wall (since a corner was not available) and had me stand there while he talked to Maria. I don’t know for sure all the things they talked about, but I do remember him telling her that he had a belt, a paint stirrer, a leather sole, a ping pong paddle and a wooden spatula. I felt my belly go down to my feet and wondered if I could just say sorry and let it all be over. The next thing I knew, he was unfastening my pants and taking them down. I hate that feeling. I cant remember the order that things were done, but what came next was the start of a very long day.

I was bent over the couch with my undies still on and Henry used the other learning tools that he brought with him. Maria was on the phone hearing all of this, including the tears and yelps. I don’t know what hurt the most, but everything he used hurt a lot, and definitely made an impression. After a short, very short, time, my undies came down and I went over his lap. He used his hand, the belt and the sole. I have no idea how many swats I got or how long I was there, but it seemed like forever and when he stood me up and put me at the wall again, I was bawling. I talked to Maria on the phone about how I was going to try and remember to make better decisions, and she talked to me until I calmed down. I was hopeful that this was the end, but it was not.

After a brief intermission (brought on by my co-worker showing up unexpectedly), we hung up with her and Henry asked me if I could handle more. I told him yes, because I needed to test some limits, which is something I had not done in a long time. At this point, I received the 280 I had coming to me for the swear words that came out of my mouth. Henry had me count all of them; some aloud, some in my head, and some that I had to count and ask for the next. That was not an easy thing to do. He used all of his learning incentives on my behind, including the tawse, and raised bruises and blisters on my bottom, sit spot, and especially the crease of my leg/bottom meeting area. After the 280, it was back to the wall.

Henry and I talked about what I need to do in order to make better decisions, and I said that what I needed the most is to remember is to take control of my brain and not let my brain take control of me. The problem is that I said it with an attitude, because I was getting angry with myself, and the attitude that seeped into my answer granted me 10 more with the paint stirrer. So, right at the wall, I bent over and got 10 more, repeated my answer without an attitude, and was brought back to the couch for 2 more minutes of an OTK hand spanking.

So, what did I learn from all of this? First I learned that bratting is not the best solution to dealing with life. You need other outlets, with a little bratting for fun (with permission). Plus, even if you are bratting, there is a big difference between playing around and being outright disrespectful. What I did to Maria that day was just rude and disrespectful, and she did not deserve that. My actions toward her were mean and hurtful, and I am still very sorry for having behaved that way. I also learned that I do need to be more in control of myself, and stop using my ADHD as an excuse for acting out. I know that there are truly days when my ADHD might be off the wall, and when that happens, more can slide in my behavior. As long as it happens once in a great while, and I don’t try to use that excuse everyday. ADHD is not who I am. It is not the only part of me. It is a very small part of my total person, and I need to stop giving it so much power and control in my life. Once I start doing this, I will be able to better handle life, the stresses in life, and myself.

After that day, my main goal is to start working on learning how to control my brain and not let my brain control me. Now, what did I really learn???? That Henry spanks a whole lot harder than Maria…….

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