Structure and Accountability Part 5

[rachelredbum]

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My second day started out fine, but I was feeling frustrated and angry. I was not sure why I was like that. Maybe it was yesterday's spanking. Finally, Uncle Richard had had enough. he held my shoulders just after Lunch and said "Rachel, your behaviour today is unacceptable. You have been snapping at us all day. what is going on?"

I had a hard time facing his gaze. "I don't know," I said, looking at the floor.

He sighed in growing frustration. "Fine then, take a chair and sit in the empty corner in the Living Room for the next half hour. While you are there, I want you to think about why you are there. keep in mind also that things can get a lot worse if you don't smarten up." I didnt need to be told what that would involve. I winced a bit as I remembered yesterday's spanking. The honeymoon was over. I was really being treated like one of the girls and held to the same standards.

I sat in silence, thinking about my anger and frustration. Where was it coming from? Why was it there in the first place? Why am I so angry? I just sat there, staring at the corner. I had no answers. Finally, Uncle Richard tapped me on the shoulder and told me that my Corner Time was over. I hadn't said a word and the other girls had bustled around me without trying to talk to me.

Uncle Richard sent me outside to work on pulling weeds and mowing the lawn. that at least gave me a chance to take out some of my frustration. But after an hour I was done and I went right back to snapping at people.

Finally, Uncle Richard had had enough. "Rachel, he said, "come here." There was something in his tone and manner that commanded obedience. "You have had a chip on your shoulder all day, haven't you?" I nodded and looked down. "You still don't know why you have been acting like this, don't you?" I nodded again. "Jenny tells me that its not like you to act like this," he said simply.

"Do you resent the spanking I gave you last night," he asked. I looked at him, shocked. It was like a light bulb turned on. "It could very well be that you wern't given a firm enough warning. Nevertheless you WERE warned and failed to heed the warning. Warnings need not be delivered by courier and require a counter signature to acknowledge receipt in order to be genuine warnings," he explained.

I could see his point, I really could. But, I had to admit that yes some part of me resented that I was spanked. It shouldnt as I should have known and should have exercised self control. Or better yet not gone upstairs until the spanking was over. Logically, I knew I deserved it but emoption does not run on logic.

"Your comment to Julie left her in tears," he continued. "Did you know that?" I shook my head and started nervously rubbing my bottom. "She isn't the only person you've upset today with your attitude. I gave you the opportunity to adjust your attitude earlier today but you didn't take it." I began to sniffle. "Looks like I will have to adjust that attitude myself. "Rachel, get the hairbrush from the top of the fridge," he said with finality. I burst into tears, even though I could see it coming, but did as I was told.

I handed him the hairbrush, handle end out. He took it and then took me by the arm and led me upstairs. I was whimpering and shaking in fear. This was going to be the biggest spanking of my life, and every part of me knew I deserved it. Wordlessly, we went up to my room.

He sat in the armless chair. He told me to take my jeans right off and get over his knee. I was crying and trembling with fear and slowly complied. He then told me to keep my hands on the floor or on the chair legs and not try to shield my bum.

Then the pain started. he spanked just as rapidly as he did yesterday but the pain was far worse since he was using the hairbrush. Sometimes he would alternate cheeks, sometimes not. Sometimes it would be my upper thighs and sit spots, sometimes not. But they were always hard and always fast. I screamed, I howled, I squirmed and kicked, I begged, but all to no avail. Tears flowed down my face and onto the floor. With the tears flowed all the anger and resentment from years of seemingly unjust spankings growing up. It was intense and cathartic. Finally I simply submitted. I had no fight left. Then the spanking also stopped, even though it took a couple minutes for my bottom to register the fact that the hairbrush was no longer raining down on it.

I had certainly been punished, but I had also been cleansed. Uncle Richard told me that it was alll over and that I was forgiven. He turned me over and picked me up. Hugging me, he let me cry for a while longer. I buried my head in his neck and cried a while longer. "Wanna go say your sorry," he said. I nodded and tried to control my tears and emotions. Finally I was in enough control that he carried me downstairs, still blubbering a bit.

I must have looked like something the cat dragged in. A tall, usually poised brunette with a well spanked bottom is struggling to control her tears and crying and beign carried downstairs like an errant three-year-old. He set me down at the bottom of the stairs and got me to my feet.

Unsteadily, I apologised to each of the girls. They each gave me a great big hug and told me I was forgiven but to please not do that anymore.

I ate supper while sitting on a cushion. I was put to bed early that night. When Uncle Richard tucked me in, we had a long talk about discipline and punishments. I still ached a bit where I had been spanked. As I tried to fall asleep, I compared and contrasted my last two spankigns with all my previous ones. This was by far the hardest spanking of my life, but never have I felt more cleansed, more forgiven and yes more loved than now. sleep came quickly.

[Often123]

Nods. A hair brush certainly can adjust an attitude. The cleansing and cathartic effects of a spanking were some of the things many will identify with. Uncle Richard is getting through to Rachel on an emotional level by way of her bottom and his words. This was another good one.

[brittanyisaBadGirl]

A hair brush can adjust some womens attitude. Me on the other hand it has too be something a little better than that from were i havent had a spankin in years