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…….

With that, John lifted his hand and brought down a flurry of smacks on her jean-covered backside. Marie-Louise closed her eyes, tensed and tried not to squirm, but she knew that by the time her father was finished, she would be kicking and crying and pleading for him to stop. John stopped for a moment, and Marie-Louise exhaled. She felt his weight adjust underneath her, and knew he was reaching for something. She opened her eyes in time to see him pick up her hairbrush. She let out a moan.

“No Honey, not the brush.”

“Would you prefer the paddle little girl?”

“N-no sir.”

THWACK! The hairbrush landed hard right on the center of her bottom. Marie-Louise let out a yelp. Back and forth from cheek to cheek John peppered his little girl’s backside until she was squirming. With that, he gave her a final SWAT with his hand.

“Stand up.”

Marie-Louise pushed herself up and did her best not to rub. John reached for the waist of her jeans, and had them unbuttoned and down to her knees before she could even think to protest. He took her wrist and again pulled her across his lap.

“You, little girl, are going to learn that rules and laws are meant to be obeyed.”

“But Honey, I know that….I just forgot…”

“Well, then hopefully this will help you remember.”

John placed the brush on her backside, and Marie-Louise clenched her cheeks together. He raised the brush and brought it down on her sit-spot. Marie-Louise inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. She tried to count the spanks, certain that if she could just keep count she could imagine the end of this flurry, and somehow she would survive it.

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

Marie-Louise was startled back to reality. “I, uhm, I don’t know.” She weakly replied, hoping that her answer would somehow satisfy the question.

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 Papaaaaa.”

Daria was turning thirty; today was a special day. She spent the night before playing, knowing she had a party to attend this evening.

The curly hair brunette set out her clothes a blue satin dress something, which she knew would match her tan complexion very well.
Time was nearing for the party when it finally arrived she was greeted by her friends and her family. Her sister had brought along a few of her own friends intent on “Setting her up”. That didn’t really go over to well with Daria who smiled nicely at the guys her sister had dragged along.

After the cake and the gifts, the young damsel decided she’d take a walk in the garden to her surprise a stranger met her under an orange blossom tree on a bench. He had not been among the guests – or at least Daria didn’t recall him there. She would have remembered. His striking predatory features and the well-trimmed goatee would have stuck in her mind.
She went to ask his name, but instead, he placed a finger to her lips. Shaking her head he said: “Now Miss Dariahave you been a good girl?”
She found herself blushing, but a grin crossed her face.

“Young lady I asked you something.” Demanded the stranger.

Daria smiled, playing would make her feel good. “No sir I’ve been very naughty.” She purred.

“Perhaps the birthday girl needs a spanking?”

Though he made it a question the stranger didn’t allow Dariaany options. With one swift action, he pulled her over his knee. Slowly he lifted the hem of her satin dress finding underneath silky emerald green panties.
Smack! He landed one test swat it produced an “Ouch”, but also a giggle from Daria. “Now thirty swats” said the stranger. “Perhaps this might be to much?”

“No sir – I’ve been a very naughty girl.” She looked up over her shoulder batting her eyelashes at him with a smile.

Not saying another word the stranger began the spanking, soft at first but then building harder. After ten whacks he paused and reached for the elastic of Daria’s panties pulling them down to her ankles. Her ass was already the color of an apple. “Now how does that feel?” he asked.

“Oh it stings.” She purred.

“Okay then.” Said the stranger continuing the spanking pleased by the little yelps and cries he was causing.

After her thirty swats the stranger stood Dariaup and hugged her. Nibbling on her ear he whispered. “Happy birthday love.” Daria smiled and kissed him back warm all over.

“Honey?”

“Yeah hon?”

“I have to tell you something, but well…” Marie-Louise paused and stared at the floor.

John leaned back in his chair, folded his hands in his lap, looked at her and said “what is it honey?”

John let out a long sigh and waited. His gaze never left his daughter’s face despite the fact that she could not look at him. Marie-Louise stared at the floor and fidgeted with the end of her shirt, a surefire sign that whatever she was about to say is something that she feared she would be in trouble for. After a few moments, Marie-Louise reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a ticket.

Marie-Louise’s next words were whispered. “I, uhm, I got a ticket today Honey.”

John looked from the ticket to her face as a sigh of exasperation escaped from his lips. “What is this one for young lady?”

Marie-Louise swallowed and held out the ticket to him. “Not stopping at the stop sign Honey.” She continued to stare at the floor. They had chatted about this before, not once but twice, and Marie-Louise knew that this chat was going to be bad. Not just because it was a third time, but because of what else she had to tell him.

John took the ticket from her trembling hand, and watched the tears slide down her cheeks. “There is more you have to tell me, isn’t there?”

Marie-Louise slowly nodded. “Yessir.”

John tilted his desk chair back and waited. “I’m waiting young lady.”

It was all she could do not to run away, but Marie-Louise knew that running would only make things worse. Besides, she was not scared of her Honey. She was only afraid of the spanking she knew she was in for. She took a deep breath and as fast as she could said “I went through the sign and there was another car coming and the driver had to slam on his brakes which made the other car rear end him, and then the police officer gave me a second ticket for reckless driving cause I caused them to have the accident.” It did not go unnoticed that with each word Marie-Louise had inched backwards.

“Come here.”

Marie-Louise slowly moved toward her father and dug the second ticket out of her pocket and handed it to him. He took the paper from her, and set both tickets down on his desk. He looked at her with set lips and a hard stare coming from his eyes. “Go stand in the corner young lady. I will be out shortly.”
Without argument, Marie-Louise turned and walked to the living room. She knew better than to argue with her father. Arguing only made things worse, and she was in no way wanting to make things any worse than they were. She stood and stared at the white walls that formed the corner of the living room for what seemed an eternity. She heard movement behind her, but knew better than to turn around and try to see what was happening. After awhile, she heard him call to her.

“Marie-Louise Michelle, come here.”

Marie-Louise turned from the corner to see her father seated in the straight backed chair set in the middle of the living room. She walked over to her father with her belly doing flip-flops. He firmly took hold of her wrist and pulled his little girl across his lap. John planned to make sure that this young lady had no intentions of repeating this behavior again. She would know that he meant business, that he was not playing games.

“You, young lady, have had two chats about not stopping at that sign, true?”

“Yessir.”

“And what have discussed about stopping at stop signs?”

“That I need to stop cause they are put there for everyone’s safety, an that by not obeying the law, someone could get hurt.”

“And what happened today?”

Marie-Louise sighed. “People almost got hurt.”

The husband walked to the doorway, he grabbed the strap that hung there. I could feel the tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. Another night I was out too late, another trip to the barn with my Husband. He folded the belt in half and carried it in his right hand, he waited for me to walk out first. The night hair was cold I could see the steam from every petrified breath I took. I had a whipping earlier week so I knew Husband would be even more upset that we had to make another trip to the barn so soon. The barn set back away from the house 100 yards or so but it seemed like miles. I could hear every one of Husband’s footsteps behind me. He never said anything on the way to the barn. It was only in the barn where we were ever punished. Because if you were in trouble there was no other punishment. We knew how mad Husband was by how many strikes we got. And tonight I knew I was going to regret spending the extra time with Tommy.

Walking into the barn was scary, not because of the darkness or the creaking noises the barn made when the wind blew. This is how its always been my Husband got his whippings from Father’s Father in this barn when he was 18. Fathers Father never wanted Grandmother to know how bad he whipped his boys so he made sure he was far enough that the sound of their cries would not travel. Fathers Father has only whipped me one time, and it really made me grateful that my Husband was more compassionate about my cries. It’s always better after a whipping tho, the board get erased and there is a sort of relief that comes with the strap. And I knew Husband would walk by my side to the house rather than behind me. And he would wipe my tears before we went back into the house.

“Maria”. My Husband’s voice was stern. “Yes Sir”? In times like this I always called Husband Sir he always seemed to appreciate the respect and it showed when the strap was swung. “I do believe this is our second trip this week”. “Yes, Sir it is”. “I’m disappointed in you, I guess the last trip didn’t get the point across”. The husband never raised his voice it was always calm it made my heart sink to hear that he was disappointed in me. The tears started streaming down my face “I’m so sorry Husband, I didn’t realize what time it was” I ran to Husband and put my arms around his waist “I didn’t mean to disappoint you Sir” the tears were flowing so hard as I spoke I could taste the saltiness as they fell into my mouth. Husband placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze, he knew I was sorry and I knew all would be right…….after.

I released my grip on my Husband I turned and walked to the back wall. I put my hands against the wall. I could hear my husband walking towards me and the click of the buckle as the strap swung from his hand. I had chills running up my back I knew the pain, my backside still hurts from the last visit I had with Husband to the barn. I spread my legs slightly to gain balance. I grab ahold of the rail that ran across the wall and held it tight. The whipping hadn’t even started yet and my knuckles were white from holding so tightly. I was ready. The husband’s hand rose and I could hear the sound of the strap pushing air as it made its way to my bottom. “WHACK” my eyes were clenched so hard it was a relief to open them. The 1st strike is always a shock. I cried out. “WHACK”. My bottom felt on fire as the sting from the strap went threw my pants. “WHACK” the third brought the tears. The fourth, fifth, and sixth made my hole backside burn. Seven, eight, and nine just increased the pain. “WHACK” and number 10 Husband always made sure the last one would impair proper sitting at the dinner table for at least 3 days. Oh, it was over I was so glad to hear throw the strap over his shoulder.

The husband pulled my tightly clenched hands from the rail and gave me a hug. I cried into the Husband’s shit for a few minutes before he led the way back to the house. He kept his arm around me the walk back always seems so much shorter than the walk to the barn. The husband stopped in front of the house and bent down. He wiped the tears from my cheeks gave me a smile and we walked into the house.

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