A Continuation of the Story of S

[Christian0539]

Authors Note:
First just a little background if I may. Some months ago I made the
acquaintance of a charming young lady over the internet. She is lovely
and quite fun to correspond with. You may know her from “The Voice In
The Corner” blog by the name of “S”. She has written a few lovely
stories there, which you can peruse at these links….

http://voiceinthecorner.wordpress.com/2 ... ner-with-d...
http://voiceinthecorner.wordpress.com/2 ... %E2%80%99s...

The story that I present to you here today is actually a continuation
of those stories, so best enjoyed by reading her contributions first.
In the first link you may notice my comments at the bottom (which is
the way I made her acquaintance). You may as well know, that I won
that little bet by guessing her name correctly in my first try. I
rather knew her first name beforehand, but she couldn’t have known
that (it’s a long story from yet ANOTHER forum).

Anyway… Read her stories first. Or not… Whatever. Enjoy!
Christian

Sylvie stood ramrod straight with her nose in the corner in Aunt
Gerda’s kitchen trying to decipher how she had come to be in trouble
again. But try as she might she could not ignore the fact that this
was all her fault. She knew that very shortly she would become the
entertainment for the evening for both of her younger cousins when she
would be bent over Aunt Gerda’s knee getting soundly hairbrushed
surely. Sylvie curled her lip bitterly as she recalled the afternoon
that had resulted in her current position. Sylvie glumly reflected on
her position, completely naked, arms behind her back, and with her
nose actually touching the corner. She didn’t dare move from the
position and risk further punishment. She shivered from the cold and
blushed even more as she felt her nipples growing harder still. Of one
thing she was certain, Aunt Gerda certainly knew how to add to the
nature of punishment by adding an element of embarrassment.

Sylvie regarded the heavy object in her hands behind her back… She had
yet to feel the hairbrush from her aunt even after a month of living
with her. Actually she hadn’t been able to ask her cousins, but she
suspected this was the first time anyone in the house was spanked with
a hairbrush… It felt smooth in her hands. Not that heavy actually.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt that bad? How would it be? Fast and furious
like it was with the strap? Or more deliberate? Either way, she
thought with some apprehension, it was going to hurt no doubt.

She didn’t think it was worth the trouble. “All for a boy” Sylvie
thought with a grimace. She didn’t think there was a boy on earth that
was worth the terrible punishment she surely faced for her
misbehavior. Sylvie glanced briefly at the paper on the refrigerator
that depicted her demerits. Hers and her cousin’s demerits were listed
on the sheet, and Sylvie frowned at the latest update. FIVE whole
demerits for that boy were hardly worth it! Besides he wasn’t likely
to call her. He was just showing off to his friends!

At least Aunt Gerda didn’t do anything rash in front of the boy,
Sylvie thought, but then frowned as she recalled her stinging words
upon their parting the pub. “This young lady needs a sound spanking,
please excuse us lads.” She stated magnanimously as she grabbed Sylvie
by the ear and led her out of the pub with the reddest face she had
ever experienced. The embarrassment at being led about so childishly
at her age had been exquisitely overwhelming. She blushed as she
recalled the surprised looks of the other patrons, and then blushed
further as she recalled Johann’s face.

Johann was only 18 and had the most piercingly blue eyes imaginable.
His stare haunted Sylvie as she recalled it in the corner. She was
going to miss that piercing stare. There was no doubt that Johann
would only think of her as a very naughty little girl now that he knew
she still got spanked! Even though she had more then a few years on
Johann, she felt sure that he felt superior to her now! She could
hardly dispute that claim as she stood shivering in the corner like a
very naughty little girl. “Nothing more than a child really” Sylvie
thought sadly.

Maybe she could make up some story and try to convince Johann her aunt
was only joking about spanking her…. “No, it’s no use” Sylvie thought
resolutely. “I will surely blush like I always do and give it away”
Sylvie blushed just at the thought.

Sylvie strained to hear what was going on in the rest of the house.
Where was Aunt Gerda? “I wish she would hurry and get it over with”
Sylvie thought.

“I hope you have come up with a list of reasons why you are going to
be receiving a red hot bottom this evening Sylvie!” Aunt Gerda called
from the living room. Suddenly Sylvie longed for more solace in the
corner, but she knew her time was near.

“I promise you will be getting a red shiny bottom already, so if you
can’t come up with a respectable list I will have to up your spanking
a notch or two. I hope you are thinking about that my dear.” Aunt
Gerda continued. From down the hall Sylvie heard some childish
giggling. Her cousins enjoying the show already no doubt. “There could
easily be two other little girls joining Sylvie if they find this so
amusing by the way!” The silence following this statement spoke
volumes to the validity of the threat.

Sylvie rolled her eyes and shot the corner a glaring stare. It was bad
enough to be embarrassed beyond belief in front of the love of her
life, why did she have to be spanked like a little kid besides? “This
is stupid!” Sylvie thought, “Thanks a lot mother!” She finished the
thought with her tongue sticking out in a mock gesture that only the
corner of the kitchen could appreciate.

If Sylvie had known she would be getting spanked at her advanced age
before she agreed to live with her aunt in London on the insistence of
her mother, she didn’t fancy that she would have agreed. But she was
here now, and there was little that would change the fact that she was
about to be very soundly spanked indeed. Of that she had little doubt.
But just like when she was a real child and about to be spanked by her
aunt for the first time, she hoped for divine intervention. Perhaps
the world would end? Or the queen herself would demand leniency?

Sylvie dared an errant rub to her bum, and quickly returned her hand
to the hairbrush in the small of her back. “God! The anticipation is
killing me!” Sylvie thought sadly. But just then she heard the
footsteps of Aunt Gerda as she strode purposely into the kitchen.

“I think there is a young miss in here that needs a lesson about back
chat to her elders. I’ll give you one hint, she is bare naked in the
corner right now.” Aunt Gerda matter of factly stated as she guided
Sylvie by the upper arm over to the kitchen sink. Aunt Gerda took the
hairbrush from her and placed it on the counter "For later" she stated
ominously... “Perhaps once I clean that young misses mouth out with
the soap she will think twice about her cheeky attitude!” Aunt Gerda
added as she picked up the bar of soap at the side of the sink and
started lathering a washcloth thoroughly while Sylvie shivered in
trepidation.

“Oh my god! This can’t be happening!” Sylvie thought to herself just
as she felt the wet soapy washcloth at her lips.

“Open up.” Aunt Gerda said sternly. “Come on, get it over with” she
added as Sylvie baulked in frustration. Just then she noticed both of
her cousins peeking around the corner at her punishment. Sylvie felt a
sudden anger at the thought of the younger girls seeing her bare-naked
pubis and hard nipples as soap bubbles eased their way across her bare
breasts and eventually down her belly to rest in her exposed curly
pubic hair. This just wasn’t fair!

Sylvie blushed more hotly than ever as the wet washcloth eased its way
past her lips with her Aunt guiding it. Hottest of all was the tips of
her ears! In and out and all around that washcloth made its way around
her mouth. Across her tongue and all around the insides of her cheeks
she felt the washcloth as her Aunt scolded her. “I have never heard
such language except in a ship yard! That is NOT acceptable of a young
lady. And I will make a young lady out of you yet missy!”

Her aunt took a moment to apply more soap to the washcloth before
continuing her punishing trek across the inside of her mouth. Two more
times the washcloth was reapplied before Sylvie was allowed to spit
without rinsing her mouth before being led by the ear to the living
room. Her Aunt didn't forget to bring the hairbrush Sylvie noted with
distaste. Her cousins hastily tried to get out of the way of the wrath
of their mother, but Aunt Gerda had other ideas…

“You might as well come along and watch girls.. You could very well
learn from Sylvie’s foolish mistakes and hopefully avoid her
punishment in the future.” Aunt Gerda calmly stated, adding to
Sylvie’s embarrassment.

“Please Auntie! Do they have to watch?!” Sylvie pleaded gently.

“Come along Sylvie” Aunt Gerda urged pulling the young girls ear along
forcefully “You are in need of a bottom blistering, and you know it.
Don’t feel embarrassed about your cousin’s; they have been here before
as well, and will no doubt be here again shortly. For now my girl, let
us get on with your much needed spanking shall we?” Aunt Gerda asked
rhetorically.

End of part one….

[Unclespankrr]

Please can we have part 2 as soon as possible

John

[Christian0539]

Thank you for your interest in my story, and for reading. In the interest of keeping the process a bit shorter (given that it seems to take a bit of time to post here), here are parts 2 and 3 together in one post. Part 3, I am told, is Sylvie's favorite part (the REAL Sylvie, not the one in the story, whom I am sure doesn't have a favorite part at all). As a matter of fact, the Sylvie in the story happens to feel that me posting her story is for some reason "humiliating". Go figure. You'd think she would be used to it. But the show must go on...

Regards,
Christian





Sylvie felt herself shaking with the realization that a spanking was
imminent, and the spanking was for HER! She felt herself sweating and
blushing hotly. But she knew that heat was going to be nothing
compared to the searing heat of that hairbrush in her aunt’s hand. A
hairbrush which at that instant was being waved before her nose
punctuating her aunts scolding lecture.

“I can’t believe I am going to get another spanking.” Sylvie thought
to herself unhappily. “Oh please not a spanking!” She thought, but
also instinctively knew she was going to get one. As her aunt
continued to wave the brush punctuating particular points by slapping
it in her palm for emphasis, Sylvie knew she had earned this spanking.
She knew she was going to get a good one too. But that didn’t stop her
unhappy thoughts as her eyes strayed briefly to the shoes of her two
younger cousins sitting on the couch listening to the seething lecture
with amusement. Sylvie couldn’t stand to look them in the eye, and
just the vision of their shoes reminded her that she had none on
herself. In fact there was not a stitch of clothing on her she
realized again for the umpteenth time as she blushed an even deeper
shade of red.

Her attention came back to her aunts red and clearly upset face. “I
asked you a question young lady, and I expect an answer! Now why were
you at that pub?” Aunt Gerda demanded.

“I was trying to get the attention of Johann.” Sylvie replied. But in
her mind her thoughts took a much more impertinent attitude. “Oh I got
his attention alright! He is probably laughing about the show I put on
even now.” She thought, but luckily didn’t speak out loud. “This is
SOOO unfair” She went on to herself, “If Aunt Gerda hadn’t of found
out where I was, I wouldn’t be here. How did she find out?” Sylvie
thought.

Only one person had known her plan to go to the pub, and she wouldn’t
tell would she? Sylvie dared a look across her youngest cousins face.
Katelijn was clearly enjoying the show and looking on with glee. “Why
that little…” Sylvie stopped the profanity from forming even in her
head remembering and still tasting the soapy taste of her recent mouth
washing at the hands of her angry aunt. She vowed not to use that
language even at the thought. That would surely be punishment enough
for that, but Sylvie doubted it wouldn’t be brought up during her
hairbrushing too. Her younger cousin had told on her! “But then, I did
get her in a heap of trouble. I suppose I deserve that too.” Sylvie
frowned.

But she couldn’t help seeing an equally self-satisfied look cross her
older cousins face as well. “Maaike had really gotten into a lot of
trouble that time too.” Sylvie reflected guiltily.

Sylvie then felt her aunts strong hand gripping her bare upper arm as
she guided her towards a settee prominent in the middle of the living
room. Her aunt sat on it as she guided Sylvie around to her right
knee. “You need a serious spanking Sylvie. And I am just the person to
give it to you.” Her aunt remarked. “When I am done with you, you
won’t sit for a week! If I EVER catch you in a pub again, I promise I
will blister your butt every day for a week after dinner. Is that
clear young lady?” She asked.

“Yes Auntie. Please don’t spank me! I will be good I promise. I’m
sorry okay?” Sylvie pleaded. But it fell on deaf ears as she was
immediately pulled into position across her aunt’s ample lap. Sylvie
felt the rough fabric of her aunt’s woolen skirt across her bare
midriff. She sensed rather than saw that her aunt was very purposely
rolling up the sleeve on her long sleeved blouse. Sylvie regarded the
hairbrush, which had been discarded for the moment on the table in
front of her.

Although it was only a fleeting thought, she felt some minute comfort
being in the living room naked over being naked in the cold kitchen,
because at least a roaring fire in the fireplace was warming it. It
was some time later that Sylvie regarded the fire that was
inconveniently placed towards her derriere as rather inconvenient in
fact. It was not that she was placed such as she was without planning,
as her aunt was a rather experienced disciplinarian indeed. She knew
from experience at being over her father’s knee, that the fire would
help in her quest for a “baptism by flame”. Aunt Gerda recalled many
such sessions with some discomfort before addressing herself to her
naughty niece. It wasn’t her that needed heated this time.

Sylvie saw her aunt’s now bared arm reaching for the hairbrush in
front of her, as her aunt spoke. “Now young lady, I would like you to
tell me the naughty things you did today one at a time, and we shall
address them individually. You have been a very naughty girl today
Sylvie, and I think you richly deserve this spanking wouldn’t you
agree?”

Sylvie in fact didn’t agree fully. Rather she was feeling quite sorry
for herself. “Please please don’t spank me auntie!” she pleaded.

“Oh no you don’t, you are definitely getting a spanking today Sylvie.
You know you deserve it don’t you?” Aunt Gerda asked while ominously
tapping the flat side of the brush against Sylvie’s trembling thighs.

Sylvie gritted her teeth as she admitted she did deserve it “Yes
Auntie, I do deserve it, but I learned my lesson already. I am sorry!”
She glanced over at her cousins and again realized how embarrassing
and childish her position must look to them.

“Not half as sorry as your going to be my dear.” Her aunt stated
calmly and just then began with an earnest spanking to Sylvie’s
prominent bottom. All the sudden the room was filled with the loud
pops of the hairbrush smacking bare flesh. All thoughts of remaining
stoic immediately fled Sylvie’s mind as the all consuming fire of the
hairbrush’s wrath consumed her being. She felt instantly that her
whole body was focused on the part of her anatomy that was being
assaulted.

“OH! My god! OH, I’M SORRY!” Sylvie yelled out but soon everything she
said was lost in a bawling jumble of incoherent yelling as she tossed
her head back and yelled to the ceiling, and then the floor, then the
ceiling again. She thrashed about across her aunt’s knee and tried to
reach back with her right hand, but felt it immediately grasped
firmly, and shoved into the small of her back. This had the immediate
effect of bending her even further over her aunt’s lap, and her aunt
took the opportunity to spank the very tender backs of her thighs.
This caused even more hysterical bawling and yelling, and Sylvie then
took another tactic by throwing both of her legs and feet in the way
of her bottom. But her aunt simply repositioned the girl like a limp
rag doll, and then Sylvie found herself draped over just her aunt’s
left knee, while her aunt’s right leg pinned down her legs. She still
had her hand trapped in the small of her back as she was vaguely aware
of being asked a question. She had been spanked for about a minute
straight, and the effect was astounding! Surely she wouldn’t be
spanked for everything she did today?

“What else did my naughty niece do today to be over my knee getting
her bottom polished?” Her aunt asked as she used the bristle side of
the brush to scrape along Sylvie’s tenderized bottom cheeks.

“I was drinking, but please NO MORE SPANKING!” Sylvie cried as she
felt the hairbrush leave her already red-hot bottom. But her only
answer was crisp resounding smacks.

Her aunt spanked in a steady rhythm for another minute ignoring
Sylvie’s caterwalering pleas and promises as she thoroughly reddened
her niece’s behind. After a minute she stopped and again resumed the
irritating scraping of the bristle side of the brush across her
inflamed buttocks and thighs.

“What else Sylvie?” her aunt asked in the middle of the hairbrush’s
particularly irritating path across her sit spots.

Sylvie gritted her teeth and tried to consider. Her eyes were filled
with tears, and snot was randomly dripping out of her nose to land on
the rug. She concentrated on the pattern in the rug before her as she
gave her reply. She knew instinctively that this was probably her
worse offense in her aunt’s eyes. “I skipped school to go there.
Please… PLEASE don’t spank me! AHH!” This last just as the hairbrush
resumed its punishing strokes. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK… The noise again
filled the room as Sylvie crying almost rivaled the sound of the
hairbrush, but by now, she seemed to take it differently. Almost as
though she had given up fighting, and just wanted to accept the
punishment and have it over with. It was another full minute of solid
spanking. The brush beat her bottom at a punishing pace of a smack
every second. Towards the end of this minute her aunt paid particular
attention to Sylvie’s sit spots. Finally she stopped spanking and went
to the bristle side. She scraped the bristles across her punished
bottom making sure she had the naughty girl’s full attention. “What
else Sylvie?”

“No please, don’t spank me anymore! I’ve been spanked enough!” Sylvie
again pleaded. And was rewarded with 6 solid swats with the bristle
side of the brush! These really hurt, and Sylvie did not fancy having
anymore of those.

“I’ll decide when you’ve had enough, and you young lady, have clearly
not had enough for your misbehavior today! But I will give you a
choice. You have 5 demerits. I will end this spanking right now and
call it good to pay off two demerits, and your corner time earlier and
mouth soaping will be for one. That means right now you have paid off
three demerits with two that you still owe me.” Her aunt stated this
last with a solid smack just to keep Sylvie concentrating.

Sylvie was concentrating, but all she had heard was the “end this
spanking” part. She was definitely good with this idea, but having two
more demerits to pay off didn’t sound all that great either. She had
chosen to get this spanking and the corner time earlier in the
afternoon to pay off some of her demerits, but she hadn’t planned on
the mouth soaping. That had been her aunt’s idea. She was already
running through her mind how to pay off the other two demerits when
her aunt continued.

“I leave it up to you Sylvie. We can end this spanking right now, and
you will owe me the other two demerits, or we can continue, and I will
consider the matter closed once the spanking is done. What’s it going
to be, I need a decision right now.” She said as she continued
scraping the bristles across her blistered bottom.

Sylvie wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled as she contemplated
the deal. What would she decide?

The end part 2….



Sylvie lay sobbing over her aunt’s knee sporting a freshly spanked
behind to her wide-eyed cousins.

“Well Sylvie, I am awaiting your answer. Do we continue this spanking,
or stop it with you still owing me two demerits? What’s it to be young
lady?” Her aunt asked while ominously patting Sylvie’s already red
roasted and blistered bare bottom with the hairbrush.

It didn’t take long for Sylvie to contemplate her choices. All she
knew with any kind of certainty was that she simply could not stand
anymore of that horrid bloody hairbrush!

“Please stop spanking me auntie! I’ll pay off the other two demerits
later.” Sylvie sniffled while still perched over her Aunt Gerda’s lap.

“Very well then missy. Up you go.” Her aunt said while lifting a still
shaking and gently crying Sylvie to her feet. Sylvie sashayed across
the floor up and down holding her blistered rear end. She then
shamelessly showed off her naked front as she hopped from foot to foot
rubbing her still scorched bare bottom and openly crying fresh tears.
Her boobs bouncing up and down before her brought her back to reality
as she hastily realized what a show she was putting on for her cousins
and aunt. She brought her hands around to cover her naked pubis and
boobs while still swaying her hips in an effort to relieve the burning
sting.

This had by far been the worse spanking Sylvie had ever had she was
sure. But her cousins, Maaike and Katelijn, on the other hand felt
that it was the worse spanking in the history of their household, and
still sat in wide eyed wonder at the marvel of Sylvie’s bare bright
red and splotchy white bouncing bottom before their eyes.

“Let this be a lesson to all you girls, I will have no more of this
drinking or other non-sense out of you. And the next one of you that
gives me cheek or comes in late will be tasting this hairbrush for
themselves.” Gerda stated flatly, as she waved the brush before her
daughters. “Is that crystal clear?”

“Yes mother.” Both girls answered simultaneously while eyeing the evil
looking hairbrush.

“I think I like the effectiveness of this hairbrush very much. In fact
I think it is the new spanking tool of choice in this household.”
Gerda continued. “Sylvie whenever we are done here I want you to go
down the lane to my friend Sanna’s house and personally thank her for
giving me this hairbrush to spank you girls with. I can see why it is
so effective on her girls…” Aunt Gerda said trailing off.

“No Auntie, please don’t make me go thank her. It’s SO embarrassing!”
Sylvie tried to beg.

Aunt Gerda then leaned over Sylvie and brought her face close to her
ear. The next thing she said got her moving to go and get her clothes
from the kitchen in an eager rush to go and thank Sanna.

“You WILL go and do as you are told young lady. Or do we need to have
another demerit and a fresh spanking to go with it?” Aunt Gerda
whispered firmly.

That is how Sylvie found herself trudging slowly down the lane on her
way to thank a total stranger for giving her aunt the hairbrush she
just got spanked with! Before she left her aunt had told her to be
sure to think of how she was going to be repaying the other two
demerits and have an answer for her later that evening. She wasn’t
looking forward to deciding more of her punishment. Sylvie already had
a hard time asking her aunt to spank her earlier that afternoon, so
she wasn’t looking forward to asking for another punishment!

Sylvie felt her face blush hotly as she made her way slowly toward the
flat number her aunt had told her to go to. Sylvie had a sudden and
even more embarrassing thought enter her mind. The skirt she had
chosen to wear to the pub to show off to her crush, Johann, had been
rather short. Was it showing off her spanked thighs to the whole lane?

“Oh my god!” Sylvie realized it was true as she stopped in front of a
storefront window and tried to nonchalantly look over her shoulder at
her backside. She blushed even more as she gazed on the very clear
outline of her aunt’s hairbrush duplicated all the way up and down her
thighs! But that blush did nothing to rival her blush when she
realized there was a small boy looking at her through the window and
giggling!

Sylvie promptly continued her trek at a much swifter pace in an effort
to get the chore done so she could hide her spanked thighs from the
public eye sooner. #18 Prince of Wales Terrace was a lovely white
building. But Sylvie regarded it grudgingly. She no more looked
forward to thanking Sanna for the hairbrush then she fancied another
spanking with it. But she knew she would never escape another spanking
if she didn’t get it over with.

She rang the bell and waited. She saw the door open to reveal a girl
not much younger than Sylvie.

“Hello, I am looking for Miss Sanna please.” Sylvie asked politely.

The girl eyed her as she said “That’s my mum. She is out right now.”

“Oh… Well I have been told to come by and thank her for a present she
gave to my Aunt Gerda.”

“Oh yeah? What present did she give her?” The girl asked with an over
dramatized flourish of innocence.

Sylvie narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but kept her tone even as she
said “That is a private matter. Will she be back soon?”

“Yeah… She just poped down to the store. Wanna come in and wait? You
can sit at the kitchen table.” The girl offered smiling a little too
much as she did.

“Er... I would rather not.” Sylvie replied blanching at the thought of
sitting at all. “Would you just pass on our thanks for her…gift.”

The girl flashed another precocious smile as she answered with a
giggle “Yeah I know all about the hairbrush gift… I hope it worked
well?”

Sylvie couldn’t believe this little brat! “Yes it worked.” Sylvie
answered with a pained expression and then added, “Perhaps it is more
needed here in this house?”

“No I think only naughty girls really need that.” The girl replied.

Sylvie was just about to answer with a burning retort of her own when
a woman came up to the flat and spoke to the young girl harshly. “I
heard what you said Brandy, and I agree. Naughty girls do need a
hairbrush taken to their backsides. Which is why I bought a brand
spanking new hairbrush from the store just for you. Now scoot before I
decide to use it right here on the stoop.”

The young girl turned white at the words of her mother and promptly
left the doorstep.

The woman turned her attention to Sylvie. “You must be Sylvie, right?
I’m Sanna. Why don’t you come inside?”

Sylvie was about to protest, but was led inside before she could.

“Miss, I just came to thank you for your gift to my aunt Gerda please.”

“Oh your welcome honey…Oh dear… I see you have made it’s acquaintance
haven’t you?” Sanna said eyeing the red ovals marching up and down
Sylvie’s thighs.

Fresh tears of humiliation stung Sylvie’s eyes as she again realized
she was showing off her freshly spanked thighs to strangers and people
on the street. “Yes… I just got spanked… a little while ago.” She
finished with a renewed sob heaving in her chest…

“There there honey… Don’t worry, everyone makes mistakes.” Sanna said
patting Sylvie on the back gently as she did. “And even big girls get
spankings!” Sanna said more for the benefit of the giggling girl down
the hall from where they stood. The giggling stopped. “I’m sorry you
got spanked with that hairbrush Sylvie, but I suspect you needed it
didn’t you?”

“Yes miss.” Sylvie politely agreed.

“Okay, well your very welcome for the gift. It will do you good I am
sure. Now off you go back to your Aunt.” Sanna said as she led the
girl back out the door “I have a naughty young lady to take care of”
Sanna said over her shoulder. She waved a goodbye to Sylvie and closed
the door. Sylvie was about to hurry back to Aunt Gerda’s when she
heard the distinctive (and freshly familiar) sound of a spanking in
progress behind the door.

Sylvie smiled as she thought “Serves that brat right!”.

She then turned and began to make her way back to her Aunt’s place.
She hoped she didn’t see too many people on the way! Lucky for Sylvie
the gloom of the evening didn’t have many people out. But she did see
the same little boy coming out of the shop with his mother. Sylvie
tried to walk faster to avoid their stares, but she still heard their
comments before she got out of earshot.

“Look mum someone’s been naughty.” The boy giggled

“I see that” the mother replied “See even big kids aren’t too old for
a spanking, and neither are you.”

“But I am not a kid” Sylvie thought to herself glumly as she rushed back home.

As soon as she entered her Aunt’s flat she was told by Maaike that she
had until Aunt Gerda’s return to decide how to pay off the other two
demerits. Her aunt had left on some errands, but had pointedly left
the hairbrush out on the table in the living room.

“Oh Maaike… What am I going to do? What would you do?” Sylvie asked,
but then remembered she was supposed to be a little mad with Maaike
for smiling during her spanking. “Oh never mind. I’m mad at you.”

“ME?! Why?” Maaike asked

“You were enjoying me getting spanked! You were smiling and making fun
of me with Katelijn weren’t you?” Sylvie replied hotly.

“Well… Yes I did enjoy it because you got ME in trouble before. But I
AM sorry you got spanked Sylvie.” Maaike tried to console Sylvie by
patting her gently on the back.. “Come on cousin, we are friends
right? Let us be friends again.”

“Okay” Sylvie smiled “I am sorry I got you in trouble too Maaike”.

“That’s okay. But Sylvie, let’s not have anymore drinking okay?”
Maaike replied smiling.

Both girls fell into a fit of laughter. But then Sylvie became somber quickly…

“Seriously though… What would you do about the other two demerits?”
Sylvie asked.

“Well, I don’t know. That spanking sure looked like it should have
paid off three demerits to me, but mom was really mad at you I guess.
I think you might be able to get away with paying off the other two
demerits with a weeks grounding.”

“Yeah your right, that spanking should have counted for three! It sure
felt like a three!” Sylvie replied gently touching her sore bottom. “I
think I will take your suggestion and take a grounding.”

“Well be careful though and don’t wind up getting spanked again” Maaike warned.

Just then Aunt Gerda came in the door with the groceries. Sylvie and
Maaike helped her put them away, and while they were all in the
kitchen Aunt Gerda asked Sylvie about the other two demerits and if
she had come to a decision.

“Yes Auntie, I have. I think I would like to be grounded for a week to
pay off the other two demerits please.” Sylvie replied

“Nice try young lady. If you want to be grounded, I will decide how
long it is.” Aunt Gerda smirked Are you sure that is what you want?
You will have extra chores, and no T.V. or telephone for that time.
Are you sure?”

Sylvie gulped but nodded her head in the affirmative “Yes ma’am” She replied.

Aunt Gerda pursed her lips unapprovingly. She thought Sylvie really
needed another spanking for her behavior that day, but after a
thoughtful moment, she agreed.

“Very well, you may have your grounding starting tomorrow, but just so
you know, I think you are trying to take the easy way out so I will
not make your grounding easy. You better watch your step young lady.”

“But Auntie, how long will I be grounded for?” Sylvie asked

Aunt Gerda thought for a moment, “Until your bottom has no more marks
on it. Every morning you will present your bottom to me for inspection
before breakfast. No T.V. and no phone, and I will have a list of
chores for you to do tomorrow on the fridge by your demerit sheet. Is
that clear?”

Sylvie groaned at her sentence and then blushed hotly thinking about
showing her bare bottom everyday! “Yes Auntie. I am sorry about
today.”

“I know you are, but your punishment is not over. Tonight I want you
to make one last phone call before your grounding.”

“Who do I get to call? Maybe Johann?” Sylvie looked hopeful.

“No I want you to call your mother Heleen and tell her about your
misbehavior today and the punishment you have gotten and are going to
get.”

“Oh…” Sylvie replied. She went to the phone obediently. In her stomach
a knot had begun to form. She didn’t look forward to telling her
mother about all this. But she knew that her mother often thought
while she was growing up that what she needed was a spanking, so she
knew she would be glad to hear she had got one. Except for the one
time she had spanked her while her father was away, she had never
spanked Sylvie.

A little while later:

The phone call had been ultra embarrassing, especially as Maaike and
Aunt Gerda sat listening to the whole thing. Her mother had been very
unhappy with Sylvie. And Aunt Gerda had to prompt her to blurt out
that she had been spanked. Her mother’s attitude at that information
had changed to one of smugness. “Good that is just what you needed.”
She had said before Aunt Gerda had taken the phone away to talk to her
sister. She had shooed both Maaike and Sylvie out of the room, but bit
and pieces of the remaining conversation floated out into the living
room.

“Oh yeah, I spanked good and hard….. No not the clog, my friend down
the lane gave me a hairbrush to try…. Yes she cried…. No she is on
restriction for a while now….. Well she might get another one later
yes…”

Sylvie gulped as she realized her aunt was talking about spanking her
AGAIN! Oh no! Maybe this grounding thing was a bad idea!

Sylvie went up stairs to the bathroom. She locked the door then
quickly dropped her panties and lifted her skirt. She looked over her
shoulder at her bottom in the mirror. “Oh no! This is going to take at
least a week to heal!” Sylvie thought as she gazed at the two purplish
spots the were adorning her cheeks. They weren’t that big, but Sylvie
was not a quick healer. If it wasn’t for the two small bruises, she
might have gotten away with a two or three day grounding.

Meanwhile downstairs…

The phone rings, and Gerda goes to answer it.

“Hello… Who is calling please?… No Johann, Sylvie can’t come to the
phone she is grounded…. How long is she grounded? Until the marks on
her bottom fade. I will tell her you called. Goodbye.”

In the living room Maaike and Katelijn attempted to stifle fits of all
out laughter before making their escape upstairs.

The end part 3…

[the_terror]

Great story, i love these homey old fashioned tales of discipline.

Hope to read some more of Sylvie soon

[Christian0539]

I tried to post the last parts of this story a week ago, but I guess they didn't go through. Hopefully they don't get double posted. Anyway, here is the last parts. Thank you for reading. Enjoy.

Regards,
Christian

That night Sylvie lay in bed on her stomach thinking about all the
embarrassing scenarios of the day and the awful spanking she had
taken. Her bottom STILL felt hot to the touch and the rough fabric of
the sheets was far too irritating on her freshly blistered skin. She
pushed the covers off of her bottom. Next to her Kati was fast asleep.
Her thoughts wandered back to the spanking across her Aunts knee. It
had really been a horrid experience, but thinking about it did
something deep inside her. She ran her hands across the punished skin
and arched her back to stick her bottom further up. She moved her hand
off the skin and still felt heat emanating from her bottom. She ran
her hand down over her thighs, then back up over the heat of her rump.
Her other hand wandered down her belly and through her pubic hair. She
wasn’t really horny, but somehow it helped to relieve the tension and
embarrassment of the day. It didn’t take long for a slow sigh of
satisfaction to escape her lips as she muffled it with her head
pressed into the pillows.

The next day, a Saturday, Sylvie came down to breakfast late. She had
awoken in the posture she fell asleep in, and felt embarrassed to know
that Kateijln had awoken to see her still bright red bottom on display
uncovered by the sheets. She got up and eased some pajama pants over
her still sore bottom. She didn’t think she was ever going to live
down all this constant embarrassment!

Despite this she tried to put on a cheerful face as she joined her
Aunt and cousins for breakfast at the small table in the kitchen.
Sylvie again felt the familiar presence of her constant embarrassment
as she recalled that her cousin’s had witnessed her very spectacular
spanking yesterday. Worse then that even was her humiliating spectacle
as she bounced around the room after her spanking! But before she
could sit down, her Aunt Gerda stopped her.

“No girl, don’t sit down yet. Let’s see it.” She pointed at her pajama
bottoms.

“Huh?” Sylvie tried to act like she didn’t know what her aunt was
talking about, but she did. She just couldn’t stand the thought of
baring her bottom at the kitchen table before her cousins. Then again,
she had shown a LOT more than just her bottom the day before while she
was getting the hairbrush spanking over her Aunt’s knee, and even more
than that as she bounced around the room holding her bottom
afterwards. But the simple act of baring her bottom here at the table
irked her. Especially when she saw her two cousins grinning.

“You know what I mean Sylvie, let’s see that bottom of yours. If I
can’t see it, than we will never know when your grounding will be
over.”

“But Auntie, it isn’t healed already!” Sylvie pleaded.

“Well I should hope not or I would say I let you off way too easy
during your spanking, but that was part of your punishment. You have
to present your bottom every morning. Now are you going to present
that naughty bottom properly, or would you like to be grounded
indefinitely?” Her Aunt reasoned.

Sylvie groaned and stamped her foot in a little pout. But walked over
by her Aunt’s chair. She figured if she didn’t act like it was any
kind of big deal in front of her cousin’s than maybe after a couple
days, it wouldn’t be. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh that was
her attempt at making it seem as though she was bored before she
lowered the back of her pajama pants barely over her bottom. She
turned around to face away from her Aunt and her cousin’s.

“I can hardly see it, come on drop your drawers properly.” Her aunt
said.

Sylvie again stamped her foot in frustration, then reached down and
lowered her pajama pants all the way to the floor.

“That’s better, now bend over so we can have a proper look. Come along
now, right over. Touch your toes.”

Sylvie did her best to comply, but felt her face glowing red hot. As
she bent she felt the cheeks of her bottom spreading to reveal all.
She knew her most intimate secrets were clearly visible to everyone at
the table. Not to mention the state of her bottom. Despite this her
body betrayed her by becoming wet in her secret spot! And thinking
about it and trying to will it away did nothing to help. In fact it
made it worse as she felt her nipples harden as well!

After a long agonizing moment her Aunt spoke. “Well, see here girls?
This is what you get for poor behavior in this house. I will have none
of it. Now stand up Sylvie, and fix your clothes. We are about to
eat.” Her Aunt said this as though it was her idea standing in the
kitchen practically naked!

Sylvie faced away from the table while fixing her clothes and hoped
her blush was gone before she turned around to face them. But it was
with a very hot face that she did finally join them. She wished she
had worn a bra to breakfast as her nipples were on display like
headlights through the thin shirt she had worn to bed! Sitting on the
hard wooden bench was no picnic, but breakfast was really good.
Afterwards, she was assigned the kitchen clean up duty as the first
chore for her grounding.

When she finished she went to the refrigerator to read the rest of her
chore list. She had mountains of things to do that day and the next.
Thankfully it wasn’t so much on school days. But still she felt
overwhelmed by the list.

Several times during the day she felt unsure if she had chosen a wise
punishment, but still managed to get all the chores done.

That night in bed her cousin Kati told her about her Aunt’s phone
conversation with Johann. She giggled as she relayed the end of the
conversation. Sylvie felt her face heating up rapidly. But just then
they heard the sound of Aunt Gerda coming by the doorway so they
quieted down and went to sleep.

The next day passed much like the first, complete with the
embarrassing spectacle at the breakfast table. The only thing of
interest was while she was dusting in the kitchen. She never knew
where her Aunt kept the implements she spanked with, until that day.
Well, she knew where the clogs were of course, but she hadn’t known
where the cane and the strap were kept. But now there was also a
hairbrush there with them at the top of the cupboard. She looked
around to make sure no one was watching and took each implement down
and inspected them at length.

She felt a surge of anxious excitement holding them. The hairbrush she
had held at length in the corner before her spanking, but holding it
now after she had been thoroughly punished by it was different. She
smacked it down against her palm a few times feeling its weight and
truly awesome power. She dared a smack to her bottom, but this proved
a bit harsh on her still punished cheeks. Never the less she felt a
familiar warmth and excitement doing it! She felt flushed, and the
heat carried down to her sex. The cane was wicked and flexed a lot as
she swished it around. She felt a familiar rush of arousal as she
imagined the many times it had crashed down on her cute cousins’
behinds.

Just then her Aunt came into the kitchen to refill her coffee cup and
caught her holding the cane in her hands. An embarrassed flush filled
her cheeks as she stumbled to put the cane back with the other
implements.

“If you are so curious about that cane, I could give you a taste if
you like.” Her Aunt smirked. An amused twinkle filled her eyes
watching as Sylvie tried to hide her embarrassment.

“No thank you Auntie.” Sylvie again blushed under her Aunt’s piercing
gaze.

“Well, you best get to those chores before I decide you need it.”

Sylvie scurried out of the room, suddenly anxious to do the dusting in
another room.

Later that week at breakfast….

“Hmm… Another few days and I think your bottom will be all healed up
Sylvie. I think you are getting off easy considering I never even
addressed the most important thing you did wrong during your
spanking.” Her Aunt said. “Okay, stand up, fix your clothes and sit
down to eat. You don’t want to be late to school”

The next Saturday afternoon ….

Sylvie had finished all her chores and sat on the couch resting.
Maaike and Kati were gone out with some friends, and Aunt Gerda had
just left for the store. Just then there was the ringing of a mobile
from upstairs. Sylvie rushed up the stairs and found the mobile lying
on Kati’s bed. “Oh, she forgot her mobile.” Sylvie thought. The
ringing stopped, but Sylvie still stared at the phone. “I shouldn’t
dare to call Johann should I?”

Sylvie reached out and took the phone. She shoved it into the pocket
of her jeans. She went downstairs and checked to make sure no one was
home yet. “I really shouldn’t” Sylvie thought “But I just have to
smooth things over with Johann.”

Sylvie took the phone out and stared at it. There was no way she would
be caught because the call would be on Kati’s phone. Gerda would just
think it was another of Kati’s friends. “Besides, I did all the
laundry, scrubbed the floors, did the dusting… I surely deserve just a
little break from this grounding.”

The phone suddenly buzzed and rang in her hands startling her into
dropping the phone under the couch. She reached down and retrieved it
giving her a close look at the rug pattern she had inspected at length
just the other day as she was getting spanked. The phone showed that
it was another text message from a friend of the popular Kateijln. “Oh
that’s it. A text! Aunt Gerda had said she was grounded from the
phone, but she hadn’t said specifically no texting. Sylvie knew it was
a stretch of the rules, and if she were caught, she would surely be
inspecting the pattern in the rug again. But she just couldn’t resist,
and before she could talk her way out of it she was happily typing
away and the message was sent. She was about to return the phone when
in walked Aunt Gerda! Sylvie quickly shoved the phone back in her
pocket in the nick of time before Aunt Gerda saw it.

“Oh Sylvie could you help me? I can’t find my pocketbook.” Aunt Gerda
asked dropping her purse by the door.

“Sure Auntie. Maybe you left it in the kitchen.” Sylvie turned to help
her Aunt cheerfully. She was glad she hadn’t gotten caught in that bit
of naughtiness, but also glad she had found a way to talk to Johann.
He was so cute! And those eyes, she felt she could drown in those deep
blue spheres of liquid sapphire. Sylvie recalled how his rough strong
hands had held hers in the pub. She could feel each rippling muscle
beneath his clean smelling shirt as she ran her own small hands over
his stomach. “I think I’m in love!” Sylvie thought.

After a brief search of the kitchen with no results, Sylvie and her
Aunt turned back to the living room. Finally they located the
pocketbook between the couch cousins.

“Thank you for helping me search for this Sylvie.” Aunt Gerda said. “I
have to go back to the store now, I’ll be back.”

“Okay see you-“ but before Sylvie could finish her sentence she felt
the buzz and heard the loud ring of the mobile in her pocket! “Oh no!”
Sylvie thought.

“What is that in your pocket Sylvie. Give it to me!” Aunt Gerda
demanded holding her hand out before the trembling girl.

“I didn’t call anybody Auntie.” Sylvie attempted before managing to
dig the phone out of her tight jeans and handing it over to her
impatiently waiting and clearly angry Aunt.

After a few minutes of her Aunt clicking on the unfamiliar phone, she
finally saw the truth in the return text message from Johann. “No you
didn’t call anyone, but I see you have been texting with Johann. I
seem to remember grounding a certain young lady from the phone, did I
not?” Her Aunt asked impatiently pursing her lips.

“Yes Auntie, you did. But I couldn’t resist when I saw Kati had left
her mobile behind. It was just the one text message.” Sylvie pleaded,
but already a slow silent golden tear was trickling down her soft
cheek. She knew she had broken the rules, and she knew she was now in
trouble again.

Her Aunt stared at her for long moments her hand on her hip, the other
holding the offending phone. Another text came in breaking the
silence. Without saying a word, her Aunt walked to the door and
dropped the mobile and her pocketbook in her purse. “Sylvie, I am very
upset with you right now. I want you to go to your room and stay
there. I have to go back to the store now, but I will be back, and
then we will talk about this.”

Before her Aunt got fully out the door Sylvie managed a weak “I’m
sorry.” But the words fell lamely as she doubted her Aunt heard her
over the slamming of the front door.

Sylvie dejectedly made her way up the stairs wiping away the stray
tear on her chin. “I didn’t even get to see what Johann wrote back.”
Sylvie moaned “Not worth the trouble.” Sylvie spoke to herself alone
in her room as she felt more tears well up in her eyes.

Several hours later she heard the familiar sounds of the household
returning and bustling with activity. She listened to the sounds with
anxiety, but her Aunt never came up to talk to her. Her cousin’s must
have been told not to come up as well, because no one came up. Hours
passed with Sylvie sitting and waiting nervously.

Finally she heard the click of clogs making their way up the stairs.
The door swung open and her Aunt spoke. “Sylvie get out here, Katejiln
needs to go to bed.”

Sylvie didn’t make eye contact with her cousin as she passed by her on
the way out of the room. Her Aunt closed the bedroom door, and
motioned for Sylvie to go down the stairs before her Aunt. For some
reason this made Sylvie irritatingly aware of her bottom squeezed into
the tight jeans, and the fact that at that moment her Aunt could
easily reach out and spank it. Her Aunt had never been known to do
that sort of thing though, but the thought persisted.

Her Aunt sat her down at the kitchen table as she paced back and forth
across the linoleum. Sylvie glanced over at the chart on the fridge,
but it hadn’t been changed.

“I am at a loss about what to do with you Sylvie.”

“I’m sorry Auntie!” Sylvie tried.

“Well I am sure you are Sylvie now that you have been caught”, her
Aunt continued. “But we have some serious matters to discuss, and
things to decide, so don’t interrupt me girl.”

Sylvie sat silently at the table awaiting her Aunt’s next words. She
felt herself breaking out in nervous perspiration. And the nervous
butterflies in her stomach had turned into rather large birds as her
Aunt spoke next.

“You have been grounded for a week, and I suspect you might have been
ungrounded by the end of this weekend if you had only waited. But now
you have broken the terms of your grounding. What am I supposed to do
about that?”

Sylvie wasn’t sure if the question was rhetorical or not, so she
didn’t risk an answer, and for long moments the silence grew between
them.

“Stand up, drop those ridiculous jeans and bend over Sylvie.”

Sylvie hesitated, but got up and did as she was told without question.
She didn’t want to make things worse for herself, but she feared she
was going to get a serious spanking right here and now without any
choice in the matter. She eased the tight jeans down over her hips and
along with them her panties came down too. She assumed that was what
her Aunt wanted anyway, so didn’t fix them. She bent over and grabbed
her knees with shaky hands. She felt the rush of the cold kitchen air
over her nude posterior and girl flesh and responded with a hot flush.

“Bend right over and touch your toes girl.”

She did as she was told and held her breath waiting to feel the first
strike of whatever implement her Aunt decided to spank her with, but
instead she felt her Aunts hands move over the tight goose pimpled
flesh of her bare bottom.

“Yes these marks are pretty well healed. Stand up, fix your clothes,
and sit back down.”

Sylvie felt some relief that she didn’t get spanked right then and
there, but it was replaced with the fear of what was to come as she
resumed her seat at the table. Her Aunt sat at the other side of the
table and looked at her.

“You were not ungrounded yet though and you broke the rules. Didn’t
you Sylvie?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“So what do you propose we do about that?” Her Aunt asked

“I don’t know.”

“I always try to give you girls a choice in the way you are to be
punished as a kindness and to teach you some responsibility. But if
you do not accept grounding, I have to remove that option. Would you
agree with that logic so far?”

“Yes ma’am” Sylvie replied, but she didn’t really like the direction
this conversation was taking.

“You took your punishment grounding for a week, but still had a couple
days left. And that was to take care of the last two demerits you owed
me. So how many demerits do you feel like you paid off in that week
Sylvie?” Her Aunt asked staring at her coldly.

Sylvie thought about this for a minute. She sure couldn’t say two,
because she hadn’t paid them off properly she knew. “I think that was
worth one demerit”. Sylvie finally replied.

“I’ll accept that” Her Aunt replied while getting up to retrieve the
demerit sheet from the refrigerator door. She sat down at the table
and crossed off one of the two remaining demerits from the sheet
leaving one left.

“Now, what do you feel breaking the rules of your punishment is
worth?” her Aunt asked with a pencil poised above the sheet
expectantly.

Now instead of just deciding her punishments, she also had to
negotiate the demerits themselves! The humiliation of it was boggling,
but she did her best to appear to contemplate this very seriously. “I
think that is worth one demerit as well.” Sylvie couldn’t help putting
a little tilt on the last word saying it as though it was a question
instead of a statement.

But the pencil remained poised above the paper unmoving. Her Aunt
stared her down unemotionally. Sylvie stared back trying to glean her
Aunt’s emotions through her eyes, but nothing was revealed there. “Are
you sure Sylvie”?

Sylvie puffed her cheeks out and considered it more. Dare she try a
half a demerit added to it? Would that satisfy her Aunt? In the end,
she stuck to whole demerits and didn’t risk a half one. “Well maybe it
is worth two demerits I suppose.”

Still the pencil poised unwaveringly and her Aunt continued to stare
unemotionally. “God not THREE!” Sylvie thought unhappily staring at
her Aunt in disbelief. But the pencil finally did descend and write
the two demerits at the end of the list. Sylvie breathed a sigh of
relief.

The sheet now looked like this:
Demerits – School Year 2010/2011
Maaike ||| 3
Katelijn || ||| 5
Sylvie ||||| || 7

Only Sylvie’s last three demerits remained uncrossed.

“Okay” Her Aunt said putting down the pencil “So you have the one
demerit from before still to pay off, and the two for breaking the
rules of your grounding. How do you intend to pay these off? Keep in
mind that grounding is out of the question for you for the next couple
of months. You are not mature enough to handle grounding. Until you
can prove you are mature enough for it you will only have immature and
childish punishments to choose from. Your only choices are corner
time, mouth soaping or spanking, you decide.” Her Aunt intoned this
last magnanimously.

“May I please have one hard spanking to pay off the three demerits
please Auntie?” Sylvie asked politely.

“Yes you may have a good and hard bare bottom spanking tomorrow
morning after breakfast. Now go to bed dear.” Her Aunt said as she re-
hung the demerit sheet on the fridge.

Upstairs Sylvie tried to ease into bed without waking her sleeping
cousin, but Katelijn had been waiting for her.

“What happened?” Kati asked expectantly.

“I got two demerits.” Sylvie whispered back.

“Oh that’s not too bad.”

“I still have one left from my last punishment too.”

“Oh well, you can just be grounded a little longer” Kati tried to
cheer her cousin who she could hear was gently sniffling.

“No, I can’t. Auntie said if I can’t take my grounding maturely I
don’t get that choice. I’m going to get a spanking tomorrow morning
after breakfast.” Sylvie replied still trying to hold back tears.

“I’m sorry Sylvie. But I have to tell you something that I think will
cheer you up.”

“What is it Kati?” Sylvie whispered back expectantly.

“Johann texted you back on my phone. Do you want me to read it to
you?” Kati asked.

“Yes! Please hurry up before Aunt Gerda comes upstairs!”

Sylvie saw the light of her cousin’s mobile lighting up across the
room slightly under her covers. The soft glow lit up the expectant
cheerful face of her cousin.

“It says… Oh here read it yourself, I already read it.” Kati said
tossing the phone over to Sylvie.

This is what she saw….

Oct 5, 2011 9:50 A.M.

Johann, this is Sylvie on my cousin’s phone. I got grounded and can’t
call you. Sorry. Call me in a few days.
Sylvie

Oct 5, 2011 9:55 A.M.

Sorry you got in trouble. I wish those marks on your bottom would fade
so I could see you.
Johann

Oct 5, 2011 9:58 A.M.

What, to embarrassed to write back? Well at least show me the marks
then. I wouldn’t mind seeing that sexy bottom of yours. Don’t feel
bad, I got spanked before too.
Johann

“Oh god. How embarrassing.” Sylvie thought as she tossed the phone
back to her cousin.

“Well what do you think?” Kati asked. “I think he likes you.”

Sylvie smiled to herself in the dark. “Well he thinks my bottom is
sexy at least.”

The end part 4….

The 5th and final installment:

Light filtered in through the lace curtains and fell across the
blankets covering a still form on a bed. The sun warmed the blankets
considerably finally stirring the figure beneath them. Sylvie peeked
out from under the covers and noticed it was morning. “The morning of
my doom” Sylvie thought miserably. “Where did the night go?” She
wondered.

She poked her bare feet from under the duvet and placed them against
the cold wood floor. She found the discarded pajama bottoms from the
night before and slipped them over her bare feet and thighs up to her
hips. She dreaded her trip down the stairs to meet her cousins and
Aunt right before her spanking, but knew there was no way out of it
now.

But that didn’t stop the humiliated flush encompassing her face as she
crossed the kitchen threshold to face her family. Breakfast was a
somber affair, as everyone there knew a spanking was imminent. For
Sylvie her Aunt’s words from the previous night kept echoing in her
head. “Yes you may have a good and hard bare bottom spanking tomorrow
morning after breakfast.” In particular the words “good” and “hard”
bothered her. But also distressing was the word “bare”. She didn’t
much care for that word either. She wondered if that word would mean
her being naked as she had been for her last spanking? Or did it just
mean bare below the waist? She tried not to think of anything at all
by making light of it in her mind. “I shall not make a spectacle of
myself afterwards like I did last time. I just won’t do it!” She
thought as she again tried to pay attention to the conversation at the
table. But those words of dread continued to echo in her head, and she
hardly managed more then a few bites of her food. She wondered if she
was going to get the hairbrush again. She feared and dreaded the
hairbrush as what had to be the worst implement in her Aunt’s
arsenal.

“Well we better get to your spanking Sylvie, stand up and go wait in
the corner while I prepare for it.” Aunt Gerda said standing up.

“But I ‘m not finished with my food yet.” Sylvie tried for stalling
just a little.

“Your food is cold, and you haven’t been eating it, so stand up.”

“I am eating. See?” Sylvie answered while taking a bite of her cold
scrambled eggs for demonstration.

But her Aunt wasn’t buying it and reached over and grabbed her by the
ear forcing her to her feet. “Stop this childish stalling of yours and
do as I say. My goodness, it’s only a little spanking!”

Sylvie felt an all too familiar flush as she was led to the corner in
the childish manner. She hated when her Aunt led her around like that!
But worse than that was her comment, a LITTLE spanking? She certainly
wouldn’t use that word to describe her last one!

“I’ll have absolutely none of this backchat from you. Now you get to
spend your time in the corner with this naughty bottom on display.”
Aunt Gerda reached down and pulled down Sylvie’s pajama bottoms to her
knees. The next thing Sylvie felt was her reaching her thumbs into the
waistband of her panties!

“Oh no Auntie, please let me keep my panties on!” Sylvie pleaded while
trying to stop her panties from being pulled down. But it was no use.
They fell like a whisper on top of her pajama pants exposing her
girlish bottom to the room.

“Stop this nonsense girl! Now your going to get a spanking, and you
need to learn that what I say goes around here. And when I spank, I
spank bare bottomed naughty little girls. Your panties haven’t done
anything wrong. Why should I spank them?” Aunt Gerda finished by
walking away leaving a red-faced niece standing in the corner close to
tears.

“Girls please go to your rooms” Aunt Gerda said addressing her
daughters still sitting at the kitchen table enjoying the show.
“Sylvie and I have some important matters to discuss.”

The girls got up disappointed that they wouldn’t see the show. Sylvie
meanwhile was grateful to her Aunt for this. It is a small matter, but
she still felt very embarrassed to be punished in front of her
cousins.

Sylvie felt the cold air of the kitchen sweeping over her denuded
bottom with a shiver. She heard her Aunt scraping one of the wooden
chairs from the table out into the middle of the kitchen. Then she
heard her open the cupboard where she knew her Aunt kept the spanking
implements. “Please not the hairbrush!” Sylvie prayed.

Then she was left in silence as she heard her Aunt walk out of the
kitchen and up the stairs. A few moments later she heard her Aunt
return and sit down in the kitchen chair with a sigh. Sylvie suddenly
realized what this was for her Aunt. It was just another household
chore to be done. Do the laundry, wash the dishes, and give Sylvie her
spanking. Sylvie reflected on her childish behavior unhappily. She had
caused her Aunt to have to spank her again. It was just then that
Sylvie really started to realize that she was going to make a much
better effort to behave in her Aunt’s care from then on, and not cause
her any more burden.

A slow tear spilled from her eyes as she vowed to herself to be good
from then on.

“Okay Miss Sylvie, you and I have a date. Come on over here.” her Aunt
said and Sylvie turned around from her place in the corner. “In
particular your naughty bottom has a date with this hairbrush.” She
finished while holding up the dreaded implement.

“Oh god!” Sylvie thought and dreaded going to her Aunt. But she was
beckoning her toward the chair with a crook of her finger.

“Come on girl, bring that naughty bottom over here so you can get your
spanking.” Her Aunt said

But Sylvie remained frozen in the corner unmoving. “Please Auntie I
don’t want a spanking. I really am going to be really good from now
on, I promise.”

“You need to learn to stop fighting me when it comes time for a
spanking, and I intend to teach you that today. If you aren’t over
here in two seconds flat, you WILL regret it.”

That got Sylvie moving. She shuffled over to her waiting Aunt with her
pajama bottoms hampering her.

“You may as well take those off.” Her Aunt said pointing with the
hairbrush at her pajama bottoms.

Sylvie slipped them off her feet, and kicked them to the side.

“Those too.” She said pointing at her panties still clinging to her
thighs. “We don’t want to stretch those pretty panties out during your
spanking do we Sylvie?”

With a slow measured sigh, Sylvie took the panties off as well and
deposited them by her pants. She now stood in nothing but a thin tank
top shirt, with her naked pubis exposed before her Aunt. She covered
her girl charms with her hand and tried to keep from blushing as hotly
as ever.

“Now my hairbrush here wants to have a word with you, but first I want
you to ask me to spank you Sylvie.”

The humiliation of having to ask to be spanked twisted her mind in
knots! “Uh.. Please spank me Auntie. But not too hard okay?”

“No, I’m afraid that won’t do. Today we are having a lesson for you my
dear. And the lesson is how to accept your discipline like good young
lady. Now try again.”

“Pretty please spank me Auntie?”

“Better. Let’s try again though. I want to know just how you want to
be spanked.”

Sylvie really didn’t WANT to be spanked at all! And asking for it was
driving her wild with anticipation! “Please spank my bottom.”

“How hard should I spank it Sylvie?”

“Not hard please.” Sylvie answered.

“I’m afraid that won’t do at all will it Sylvie? After all there is a
VERY naughty girl in this room, and what does Auntie do to her VERY
NAUGHTY niece when she is bad?”

“Ummm.. She spanks her?” Sylvie answered

“That’s right. And how hard does Auntie spank?”

“Very hard.” Sylvie whispered looking down at her feet.

“And does she spank over clothes?”

“No she spanks bare.” Sylvie sighed thinking she just wanted this over
with!

“Why don’t you ask me again very nicely to spank you.”?

“Please spank my…. Bare bottom auntie.”

“Almost there honey.. But how hard?”

“Oh yeah, Please spank me very hard.”

“Now say the whole thing.”

“Please spank my bare bottom… very hard.”

“That is much better, but ask me nicely.”

“Oh god! Why can’t she just spank me and get it over with!” Sylvie
thought but tried again with the most sincere pleading that she could
muster.

“Pretty please Auntie, can I please go over your knee and get a…. Good
and very hard spanking… On my BARE bottom?” Sylvie asked hopefully.
She felt sure she was blushing to the roots of her hair!

“Yes you can have your spanking now dear. Get over my knee.” Her Aunt
thankfully allowed her while pulling her errant niece over left leg.
“Now we are going to address your left over demerit from last time.
What was the last thing that you did in the pub that you know Auntie
hates?”

Sylvie remembered with dread how they had addressed each individual
behavior one at a time the other day. But the last one they had never
gotten to because Sylvie had made a deal to take the last of the
demerits off the list by taking a grounding. She instinctively knew
this was the worse thing for her Aunt. She had thought it would be the
skipping school, but Sylvie remembered one spanking she had witnessed
first hand when Maaike was 16 and got caught smoking. It had been a
bad one. So Sylvie gritted her teeth while she answered, “I was
smoking in the pub.”

Sylvie felt her Aunt shifting her position slightly elevating her hips
and locking her left leg in place with her right leg. Aunt Gerda
grabbed at her right hand and forced it up into the small of her back.
She was essentially trapped there over her Aunt’s knee, and she wasn’t
going anywhere until her Aunt felt she had been properly punished.
Sylvie felt her boobs being squashed by the side of the chair, and
reached up to free them so they weren’t squashed.

“That’s right. And you know how Auntie really hates that don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Well I am here to tell you my new hairbrush hates it even more then
me.” Her Aunt finished by smacking the hard wooden hairbrush down on
her bottom with hard whacks. The sound of the wood bouncing off of
Sylvie’s bare bottom filled the tiny kitchen as Sylvie knitted her
brow in concentration. She was going to take her spanking like a big
girl this time. But she could already taste the coming tears in her
mouth.

“I’m going to teach you not to smoke with a smoking bottom young
lady!” Aunt Gerda said and then settled into a familiar rhythm. She
usually spanked this way, and it was very effective for most
misbehavior. She gave slow hard spanks for about two minutes then gave
a series of quick hard spanks for about another minute. That was one
cycle, and her girls usually didn’t last well through a couple of
those, and with the new hairbrush she suspected it was worse.

Sylvie seemed to be proving her theory right, as by the end of only
the two slow minutes she was a crying kicking mess. She randomly
kicked her free right leg in time to the hairbrush spanks exposing her
naked sex, and Gerda could tell she was crying pretty hard by her
sobbing, but she hadn’t really broken the girl down. But those fast
spanks did the trick, and by the end of the first cycle, she was a
truly sorry girl.

Aunt Gerda stopped and allowed the girl a moment to tone down her
hollering before addressing her niece again. “See? I told you my new
hairbrush hates smoking. Are you ever going to do that again?”

“NO MA’AM! I won’t smoke EVER again I promise!”

“Well I hope not young lady, for your bottom’s sake. Now my hairbrush
wants to talk to you about something else too.”

“Oh NO! Please no more!”

“Yes.. He would like to talk to you about breaking your grounding
rules too.” Her Aunt finished and again the hairbrush was making its
wickedly punishing rounds across her naughty bottom with vigor. By the
end of another full cycle of spanking, Sylvie was reduced to pitiful
wailing and pleading as her bottom and thighs were a bright crimson
with splotchy purplish spots down low. Aunt Gerda allowed the girl
several minutes to calm down before again speaking to her.

“Now since we are taking care of three demerits I think you need to
stand up and go get the cane. I believe you know where it is kept.”

“Please Aunt Gerda, no more! I’ll be good!”

“Oh no you don’t girl, your going to get a caned bottom today and that
is final. If you don’t want to fetch me the cane, we can start all
over with my hairbrush here until you do. Do you want that?”

Sylvie scrambled to her feet and stood rubbing her bottom by her
Aunt’s chair.

“Stop that rubbing! Go on girl! And put the hairbrush back too.” Her
Aunt said handing her the terrible bloody damn hairbrush.

Sylvie really hated that hairbrush and couldn’t help putting it back
in the cupboard quite roughly. Then she retrieved the cane. Sylvie had
yet to be spanked with the cane, and had no idea what it was like. She
walked back to her Aunt who had stood up from the chair and turned it
around. Sylvie handed it to her Aunt not liking the thought of what
was about to happen.

Her Aunt took the cane swishing it through the air experimentally. “I
think you better have at least 6 with this Sylvie. Now bend over the
back of the chair.” She said tapping the top of the chair with the tip
of the cane.

Sylvie gulped but again determined she was going to take the rest of
her punishment like a big girl. She had cried and bawled and even
begged to be done, but at least she hadn’t bounced around the room
like a freshly spanked child! She bent over the chair back feeling the
smooth wood of the top rung at her naked pubis. “Please let me get
through this” Sylvie thought.

“Six of the best my girl. You are not to move until told. If you do,
we start over. Is that clear?” Her Aunt asked tapping the cruel cane
against her inner left thigh. Sylvie gripped the far side of the chair
tightly.

“Yes ma’am.”

Just then the room exploded with the swish and crack of the cane.
Sylvie knew it was her bottom that had been hit, but at first there
was only the heat and fire that she had already gotten from the
hairbrush. Then all the sudden it built and built into a raging
inferno across the very middle of her bottom. Before she had time to
fully absorb it another crack of the cane descended lower down on her
bottom. She cried and begged and pleaded through the next 4 strokes of
the awful cane, but remained firmly in place gripping the back of the
chair with white knuckles. When the 6 strokes were completed her Aunt
left the sobbing girl bent over the chair and returned the cane to its
place until next time it was needed. Sylvie wasn’t sure she was
allowed up so she stayed in place.

“You may get up now Sylvie.” Her Aunt said, and watched with an amused
smile as Sylvie did her spanking dance after all. Despite all her
promises to herself, the cane had really scalded her poor bottom and
she clutched at it and jumped from foot to foot crying. After a minute
her Aunt walked over and hugged the girl softly. “There now, enough
crying. Your spanking is over with now. You’re my good little girl
again aren’t you?”

“Yes Auntie.”

“Okay now go upstairs and fix yourself up.”

Sylvie bent to pick her clothes up off the floor, but decided against
putting them on right away. She climbed the stairs on shaky legs and
made her way to the bathroom. In the mirror she examined the state of
her bottom with agony. She could feel each livid cane mark, all
perfectly straight and even. Her Aunt really knew how to cane! She
could see that the bottom three were going to be the real problem for
sitting for a while and the last one was the hardest of all ending in
a purplish raised welt across just where she usually intended to sit.
“Well sitting won’t be happening anytime soon.” Sylvie cried to
herself. She needed to pee, but knew that she wouldn’t be able to sit
on the toilet either, so had to settle for leaning over it and
supporting herself on her hands.

She cleaned up her face from all the snot and tears covering it. She
very gently eased on just her panties and went to her room. Luckily
Kati was in Maaike’s room and no one bothered her as she gently cried
herself back to sleep.

The End

Epilog: Despite Sylvie’s best intentions of never wavering her good
behavior while with her Aunt, she did in fact have to have a number of
trips over her knee before her schooling was completed. If you asked
Aunt Gerda though, she would tell you Sylvie was never a burden at
all, and was a true pleasure to have around the house. “Oh she had her
moments. Aunt Gerda would say “Like the time with the boy, Johann,
with the motorcycle. Or the one time at the carnival with her cousins.
Well and there is that other time when…” Well okay, that list is
rather a long one, but all and all, Aunt Gerda enjoyed Sylvie’s stay
with her, so it was a sad day when she left. Looking back over her
time with her Aunt, Sylvie had another perspective entirely. Of course
many years have perhaps given her time a rose colored tint. But if you
asked, she would say something like, “Those were the days. I sure got
some wallopings! Deserved every one of them too. Did me good.” As for
the lovely Sylvie these days… Well you will be happy to know she is a
delightful young lady with exceedingly good manners (no doubt learned
at the hands of a dear Aunt of hers).