Taking Control of the Situation

Today I received a lovely handwritten “thank you” note. I cherish these as I know I have made a positive impact on someones life. This one came from a dear couple, Rebecca and Nick who are planning a spring wedding.

What can I say about dear Rebecca? I’d known her for quite a while but her boyfriend, Nick, thought she needed to spend a few days in my care to learn to behave. Something she has needed for years. I’m sure you’ve heard the movie 13 Going on 30, for her it’s was more like 30 going on 13. Don’t get me wrong she is sweet, for the most part, kind, but yet a part of her yearned to be a child. Or, at least it seemed that way to me. Rebecca was constantly late, always putting her own needs above everyone and anyone else’s, blaming everyone else for her own mistakes and above that, and she was a bit self-centered. I suppose that is putting it mildly but one trait of hers that was dealt with immediately, were her temper tantrums. She had them every time she didn’t get her way. I’m not saying she would throw herself on the floor and kick and scream like a child. What Rebecca did when she had these tantrums was to push things out of her way and yells and then when she tired herself out, she’d sit and sulk. Okay, maybe it is the same thing.

Receiving this note today, I’m reminded of her first and only visit to me.

I had warned her to be on time and as of this moment she is nearly twenty minutes late. This is unacceptable! I start up the stairs and hear a commotion and my pace quickens.

“You’re making me late!” snaps Rebecca “this is all your fault!”

“You’ve had all morning, you overslept!” Rosie hissed.

The next thing I hear is a door being slammed shut. Rosie has been behaving herself, for the most part, these past few days here at Red Willow. Last night she whined a bit that she had to clean the bathroom and I had to take the belt to her. I have a hard time believing she slammed the door shut but one never knows. The bathroom door is shut as is Rebecca’s bedroom.

“Rebecca and Rosie, come out here at once!”

Seconds ticked by and neither door opened, this is blatant disobedience and it will not be tolerated. I opened Rebecca’s door and she barely glances in my direction. She is scrunched up in bed pouting. “Excuse me young lady. I don’t know who you think you are, but when I call you, you will come. Get your little ass out to the hall. Now! Come on, let’s go.”

I go to the bathroom door and swing it open. Rosie is in the shower but I make my presence known. “I called for you out in the hall.”

Rosie, a shorter girl in her twenties with a large, round bottom perfect for spanking. Her name isn’t really Rosie, it’s a nickname of sorts. When she is embarrassed, her cheeks blush and I have first-hand knowledge that it’s also more than appropriate for her other cheeks too. She has shorter auburn hair that frames her round face.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I didn’t hear” she says while turning the water off.

“You have until the count of ten to get out in the hallway.” I gave her no time to speak, instead I began counting. “One…two…three…” Rosie quickly covers herself with a towel and walks out to the hall.

“I don’t know what is…” I stop mid-sentence, Rebecca is nowhere in sight. I see her door is exactly how I left it, slightly ajar.

I peek in and much to my dismay she is still in the same position on the bed, still sulking.

“I thought I made myself quite clear young lady, now march your little behind out here right this instant!”

Rebecca rolled her eyes and huffed before turning towards the window in defiance.

“Move! Now! Get your little ass out of that bed and march yourself out here right now. I will not ask you again! You sit there, and I promise you this, it’ll be the last time you sit anywhere for the next few days! Do I make myself clear?”

The tone in my voice makes Rosie shake a bit. When Rebecca remains on her bed with her arms crossed tightly across her chest, I know what I must do. “Rosie, go to my room and in the closet handing, you will find the “attitude adjuster”, a nickname for a special paddle I only break it out when someone is determined to test me. It is rarely used because it is a bit on the lighter side but a nasty little thing.  In the many years and many bottoms that I have disciplined it has only been used a handful of times and when it is used, the same person has yet to feel it twice.

Rosie hadn’t felt it herself, but had been spanked with my hand, brush and strap and knew what those felt like. I’m confident she knows this special paddle is one she doesn’t want to feel. It’s fairly thick and stings like the devil and it gives the receiver knowledge of a new level of pain.

I take Rosie and the paddle into Rebecca’s room. “I want to know what all the yelling and door slamming was about and I want it now.”

It was the first time the recalcitrant Rebecca looked in my direction. Her eyes fixated on the light wood paddle in my hand.

“I needed to get ready and she waited for me to start when she pushed me out of the bathroom and took her shower” the bratty one says.

“That’s such a lie! You had all morning!” yelled Rosie.

“Why do you want me to get in trouble you little bitch!” Rebecca yelled louder.

“Okay that is more than enough! I’ll settle this once and for all! You’re both in for it!”

I take Rosie first by the hand and strip her towel off. “Get yourself in that corner and don’t you even think about moving until I call for you! If I catch you trying to peek, you’ll feel this paddle too young lady and don’t think for a minute I won’t do it!”

Next I pull the staunch Rebecca from her curled up position on the bed. She tries to fight me but in the end a good ear pull does the trick and she is up on her toes. I fold her over the bed after pulling down her pants. “Ten of these will do you a world of good!”

Rebecca had yet to receive a real spanking from me yet. She came in last night and went straight up to bed. I almost felt bad having to use this particular paddle on her but her despicable behavior warranted it. Of course I gave her an introductory spanking should she try to break the rules.

“I don’t think this is the first spanking you want to get here young lady but your defiance and your attitude must change and this has yet to fail me. I truly hope you’re quite proud of yourself for getting into this much trouble on your first day.” I begin the lecture, something to aid in her chastisement. The first blow is applied one that brought a deafening silence to the room followed by a yelp. The first one the receiver tries to take, biting their lip and inhaling deeply. The determination to fight it quickly dissipates when the second is applied. Rebecca screamed out.  A scream that I’m certain sent a chill down Rosie’s spine. Even she jumped at the blood curdling scream. “You’re not so tough now are you? Are you little girl?” “You thought you were oh-so-tough, defying my authority did you?” I pack another blow to her bottom. “Well tough girls don’t cry like a baby as you’re doing now do they?” Another lays down on her tender little behind. Her screams and cries fill the room. I promised her ten and she is getting every single one of them. I finish her paddling and she falls onto the bed in a bawling slump with her hands clutching at her bottom. Her punishment isn’t over quite yet. I pull her up and march her to the corner and place the paddle in her hands “hold that at your back young lady and don’t you think about moving while I tend to Rosie. You go ahead and cry all you want. You deserved every one of those!”

I take Rosie over my lap and spank her still damp bottom. I know she is still a bit sore from the belt I took to her bottom last night. Within a few spanks she is crying steadily over my knees.

I take both sobbing girls to the bath so Rosie can properly finish her shower and little miss attitude Rebecca can learn that cursing in my presence is never tolerated. Rosie watches me slip the fresh bar of soap in Rebecca’s mouth. She scowls at the taste. “Spit it out and I’ll take the paddle to you again for another ten!” I warn.

I pull her to the corner of the bath so I can keep an eye on her and she cries. “You have nothing at all to cry about, you brought this all on yourself. But a word of warning, before the days end you’ll have plenty more to cry about young lady.”

Later, when Rosie was showered and dressed we all took to the stairs where I planted Rebecca in the entrance in the corner with her bottom exposed and her hands holding the paddle for all to see. Rosie went about her day knowing she had a bedtime spanking coming to her and unless she wanted a good dose of the cane, she would behave herself.

Rebecca spent her day being the focal point of our entranceway. She served as a good reminder for anyone that was thinking about disobeying me. She was spanked in front of new guests as well as a dear friend of mine. She thought that as the worst of it. Having to shuffle across the floor, exposed in front of my male guest for a spanking over my lap. I saved the best for last. I called her boyfriend, Nick. He is a sweet, kind man who is quite sick of being treated badly by Rebecca. He’s a tall, broad man with a full head of thick dark hair, a chiseled face and a hearty laugh.

Earlier in the day I had called Nick to inform him of his girlfriends horrendous behavior. Needless to say, he was mortified she acted like such a brat. I gave him a few pointers on dealing with her and he agreed to come over and give Rebecca a surprise.

With almost everyone upstairs, except Rosie who was expecting her bedtime spanking, Nick arrived and I went to get his girlfriend. I pulled her pants up and took the paddle from her. Her eyes beamed when I told her that he was here to check on her.

I arrived back in the parlor where Nick was anxiously awaiting Rebecca. She sits gingerly next to him on her side and he gives her a hug. “So how’s it going kiddo?” he asks.

She glances at me and I simply smile. “She’s learning” I say.

Rebecca is quite pleased I’m not letting him on how terrible she had been and grins sheepishly.

“Before this visit gets under way I have one matter to tend to.”

Her eyes are so wide, but I am quick to reassure her that it isn’t for her. At least not yet. “Rosie, come in here now please.”

She appears in the doorway and sees that Rebecca is sitting next to Nick and she is all smiles. I can see in her eyes, she is terrified that I’m not just going to spank her but I’m going to spank her in front of her nemesis and her boyfriend.

“Take down your pants and panties and nose to the corner for a few minutes.”

Rosie does as she’s told but I can see the tears well up in her eyes. “The quicker you move, the quicker it’ll all be over.”

When she is in place, I decide to tell Nick a little bit about what happened this morning. “You see these two got into an argument this morning. This one got in the shower before your lovely Rebecca could.”

I call for Rosie. She shuffles across the floor much like Rebecca did earlier with my male guest. I pull her down across my lap and spank her soundly until she is bawling.

“Now that I think about it, I should mention that she, Rebecca isn’t innocent in all of this. Your girl decided to waste her time this morning and waited until the last minute to rush around.”

Nick turned to her “is that right Becky?”

She cast her eyes down “yes.”

“Isn’t that one of the reasons I sent you here for?” he asks sternly.

“I know” she mumbles.

I caress Rosie’s red cheeks to soothe her. She quiets down, whether or not from my soothing hand caressing her warm bottom or because she wants to hear more of the conversation is not clear.

“Okay my girl, up on your feet.”

Rosie struggles to stand up and waits for me to pull her panties over her sore bottom and finally her pants. I wipe the tears from her eyes and send her up to her bedroom. “I think we’ll all have a better day tomorrow.”

When Rosie is out of range I turn my attention back to Nick and Rebecca. “You know I called him today and told him what happened.”

Her face turned as red as her bottom was after the paddle. She couldn’t face Nick.

“Stand up and let him pull down your pants so he can see.”

Rebecca begins to softly cry.

Nick stands up and unbuckles his belt “do it young lady or I will!” he says in his best authoritarian voice.

Her eyes widen and jaw drops as he draws the belt from his pants. “I sent you here and I get a call from Ms. Payne telling me what you did and what you said. From now on things are going to be a lot different between us. No more of your attitude young lady!” he stood her up and tugged her pants over her sore bottom. With one hand he firmly bent her over the arm of the sofa and gave her a sound spanking. One I suspect she won’t forget.

I dismissed Rebecca to the care of Nick who promised her that anytime she misbehaved he had no qualms about spanking her and he would. He knew it was his responsibility to control the situation. I remind him that if he doesn’t, I will and that means he was find himself a guest in my home and undoubtedly over my knee.