by Rachel Burns
The ten there were enough to break my will to fight him. My legs and feet settled down, and I just lay there taking it. I stopped screaming and took the blanket out of my mouth. I begged for forgiveness and apologized.
He didn’t answer but kept on spanking me.
The last ten were all with a surprise effect. I had no idea where they’d land. Wherever they landed, they landed on skin that was already very sore, one square in the middle, one where it had hurt so badly and then one to the left cheek, another to the left cheek. Another landed on my softer skin in the back and then one square in the middle, one to the right, the middle and one more square in the middle and then the last two on the very sensitive spot in the back.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Never happen again. My fault. So, so sorry,” I babbled in the hope of forgiveness. He turned me and drew me up on his lap. I was still shaking and sniffling.
“Hush, it’s over now. I’ll bring you to bed. You can sleep.” He stood with me still in his arms. My weight didn’t bother him or unbalance him in the least. I was so much smaller and weaker than he was. I was also at his complete mercy. He laid me down on my side of the bed. I was still crying and then to top it off I started hiccuping.
I felt so terrible about myself. He was right he’d given me an inch, and I’d taken a foot. I was really all to blame. I was suddenly so tired. I yawned and pressed myself deep into the mattress. I pulled the blanket up over my ear. I fell asleep sooner than I thought possible after that situation.
It was late the next morning when I woke up. He’d let me sleep in. Why? Was he going to get rid of me now?
Had I pushed him too far? I hadn’t taken him as full. I’d been playing a game with him, but he wasn’t playing. For him this was very serious. I cried some more.
I’d disappointed him so much. He wouldn’t want me anymore.
I stayed in bed until Nanny came for me. She looked at me oddly. I was sure she could tell that I’d been crying.
“What’s wrong, child?” She sat down on the bed next to me.
I started right in with a new wave of sobs. “Nanny, I think we’ll be getting a divorce.”
Nanny grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed, through my bedroom and into my bathroom. She pulled out the chair that I sat in when she did my hair. She opened a drawer behind her and took something out. Then Nanny sat down on my chair, pulling me over her lap as she sat.
I had to put my hands on the floor to steady myself. She reached behind her and picked up something. It whistled in the air and then smacked my already sore bottom.
She had a different spanking style than Daddy did. She was using something to spank me with. It was so painful.
How did I get into this position again? I was already sobbing so loud.
She spanked like a machine gun. I figured that her arm would start hurting soon. She’d have to get tired. I couldn’t take anymore.
She stopped, but she wasn’t letting me up. She held me in this humiliating position. “I certainly didn’t want your first spanking to be this severe, but I’m still shocked that you could say something like that. Your daddy has never been anything but nice to you. I’ve worked in the position of Nanny for very many years and your daddy is the nicest and kindest daddy I’ve ever met, and when I think of how your life was before he took interest in you – Well it shames me that my charge would think and then even say something so extremely – Well, it was just childish nonsense.”
The spanking continued then. My bottom was already burning so badly. Nanny went on spanking for another couple of minutes. I continued crying. Now everyone hated me. I was so humiliated and sad. My heart hurt as much as my rear end did. I felt so alone as I shook in fear over her knees.
She turned me to her. “Hush, my little one. It’s okay. I’m here. No one is going to hurt you. Nanny has you.”
I was shaking uncontrollably, clinging to the woman who had just abused me.
She held me tightly. “You poor little dear. You never got spanked as a child. You don’t understand it, do you?”
I shook my head as I shivered and shook on her lap.
“When a child is loved, their parents keep their eye on their child and when the child does something, it knew it shouldn’t, the parents lay their beloved child over their knees and give it a spanking. Yes, give. A spanking is a gift that tells their child that she’s loved and cared for and will be disciplined as needed. I took the time to spank you because I care. Daddy had to spank you too?”
I nodded.
“Why would a man have spanked his wife if he wanted a divorce? It doesn’t make sense. If he wanted a divorce, then he wouldn’t care enough to take his wife in hand. Spankings are for the future.
“In the future, you won’t make the same bad decisions. You’ll remember the pain and make a much better decision. You’ll think before you say things. You’ll become a grown-up lady, who will be a pleasure to be around, who won’t backtalk her generous husband. He wants you to obey him and understand that he loves you, and he wants you to know that even if you make a mistake, he won’t get rid of you.”
My sobs got worse because I felt so ashamed of myself. I hadn’t been good at all. It saddened me to my core as I cried on Nanny’s lap.
“There, there. Nanny loves you so much. Enough to spank you and get you on the right track again. I’m so proud of how well you took your spanking. You did so well, my beautiful Amelia. You’re such a wonderful and special person. I feel very lucky to be your Nanny.” She sighed like someone looking at baby kittens. “Do you have any questions, child?”
“I love you, Nanny.” I sobbed, but I was calming down. The shaking had almost stopped.
“I love you too, Amelia, so very much. You are my life.” She smiled at me, and I tried to smile back. “I think you need a nice warm bath. It will calm your nerves. I just have to tell you a couple more things first.
“The next time Nanny has to spank you. I’ll expect you to get your paddle out of the drawer and bring it to me. When I let you down, know that it’s your job to put it away too. The other thing is that we’ll have to tell Daddy about what happened. He’ll be very sad that you thought such a thing. Sometimes, when people are very sad, they get angry too. Your Daddy may feel it necessary to punish you for being bad for me today.”
The crying and shaking returned at the thought of another spanking.
“Hush, little one. If your Daddy deems it necessary, then I want you to take it as he sees you deserve it. Can you promise me to do that? To take it like a big girl?”
I nodded and tears streamed down my face.
“Good girl. Now I want you to say something. It may feel a little silly, but it’s very important that you hear yourself saying it. Daddy and Nanny love me. Go on, say it.”
“Daddy and Nanny love me,” I repeated her words.
“Very good. You may get up now. Don’t forget, it’s your job to put away your paddle.”
I stood weak kneed and picked up the paddle that had hurt me so much. I walked over to the drawer where I guessed that it went. “This drawer, Nanny?”
“Yes, little one.” She was letting water into the tub and adding bubbles. I was so dizzy, and I just wanted to sit down, but I didn’t dare. I really needed to lie down. The whole room was moving and spinning up and down. Not even the floor stayed the same.
“Nanny?” I reached out in her direction. She had me in a second. She was sitting me down on the chair.
I yelped in pain as my sore bottom touch the chair.
“Nanny wants you to get into the tub. I know that you have to fight to stay awake, but Nanny will hurry.” Nanny got me cleaned up in record time. She dried me quickly, slipped pajamas over my head, and then she tucked me into my own bed.
“Nanny, Daddy didn’t want me to sleep during the day. Jet lag.”
“Hush, he’ll understand.” She hummed me to sleep.
Nanny woke me up and got me ready for dinner. Daddy would be home soon. She repeated that
he might want to punish me again.
She put me in a pretty dress with a ribbon in my hair. I at least looked innocent.
She walked me down the grand staircase. We’d just reached the bottom when he came into the door.
He looked at me so intensively that I hung my head.
Nanny stepped forward. “I need to speak to you privately for a moment. Amelia, go in and sit down. We’ll join you in a moment.”
Daddy gave me an even meaner look.
I sunk my head even further and headed to the table. I pulled my chair out. I knew that it would hurt to sit. My backside was already radiating heat in standing even if it didn’t hurt anymore.
How could survive sitting down?
There was nothing for it; I had to sit. I was probably in enough trouble already. Nanny worked for Daddy, she had to tell him what happened.
How mad would he be?
Nanny had said that I’d done the worst thing I could have done, thinking that Daddy didn’t love me and using the word divorce.
Would he punish me too?
Could I take more?
I sat down. Tears sprang to my eyes. This was an ongoing punishment.
I got up, deciding that I could sit a second before they returned.
Chapter 9 – Don’t Test Me
Brian opened the door of his office for Nanny Prim. She thanked him and walked past him. She was a little mad at him.
Brian closed the door and stood right next to it. “What did she say?” He was sure that Amelia must have distorted the truth, to get Nanny looking at him like that. At the moment, he was furious with Amelia. He wanted to teach her that such behavior wouldn’t be accepted.
“She was in quite a state when I found her this morning. She was convinced that you didn’t want her anymore. She told me that you would probably want to divorce.” Nanny had her hands on her hips. She watched his face as her words sank in.
“She thinks that?”
“No, not anymore. I gave her a sound spanking for thinking that, and saying such things. I scolded her and explained what the purpose of a spanking was, and that only very loved children get them.”
“I have to talk to her.” He turned to open the door, wanting to tell Amelia that she was wrong. He didn’t want a divorce, but he didn’t want her to say anything along the lines of them parting either.
“One moment, please,” Nanny said, strictly.
Brian stopped. He turned and looked at Nanny with an eyebrow raised high at her audacity.
“I had to give her a very severe spanking that could have easily been avoided. I realize that you’re my employer, and I also realize that you love her very much. But I also know that I explained that if a person had time enough to spank, then they should also have time enough to cuddle and console afterwards.
“You didn’t, and she felt very bad about herself and unwanted. That’s something she can’t handle, and she shouldn’t have to anymore. For years, she had to live, with the certainty, that she wasn’t wanted. I don’t want her to ever be unsure again.”
He nodded at Nanny. Then he went to his wife. She was in the dining room hovering by her chair. What was she up to now, he wondered?
***
I saw Daddy standing in the door. He had his arms crossed, and he was leaning against the doorframe. I sat down as quick as I could. The pain knocked the breath out of me. I kept my head down so no one could tell that I was in pain.
I heard Nanny sit down across from me. Daddy didn’t sit down. I worked on controlling my breathing, and once I had it regulated, I looked up at Daddy who I guessed was very mad at me.
I met his eyes. He looked shocked at what I’d done. His mouth even hung open. “Amelia,” he motioned with his finger that I should go to him.
I rose up from my chair and pushed it back to the table. I wasn’t in a hurry to go to him. He could only want me to come because he felt I deserved more. We hadn’t even been married a week, and he was already so mad at me. Even if he did intend to keep me, he must be regretting it already too.
I walked towards him avoiding his eye. He turned and walked up the stairs. I followed him a couple of paces behind.
He opened the door to his bedroom. He held it open as I walked in. Just walking past him was scary.
My heart was beating so loud that it pounded in my ears. I went to the foot of the bed and waited with my back to him. I heard the door close. I heard his shoes on the parquet, then he was on the rug, and I couldn’t hear him anymore.
My heart sank deep within my body. I felt a sorrow and sadness gripping it. My head hung down even further. I heard the bed sag. He must have sat down on it.
“Come here, Amelia.” I could still hear the sadness in his voice.
The time had come. Nanny had warned me not to beg or complain. I lifted my head as little as necessary to see where he was sitting. He was on his side of the bed, facing my bedroom door.
I walked over to him and stood in front of him. I still didn’t look him in the eye.
“Amelia, look at me.” His strict voice again.
I raised my head a little and brushed the hair that had fallen forward behind my shoulders. I was still having difficulties meeting his eyes.
Instead, I was looking at the picture hanging on the wall behind him. It was of a boy dress all in blue with a lacy white shirt. He was standing in front of an open window. I guess it to be a couple hundred years old. I knew the mansion had been built in the early 1900’s. It had probably been hanging there since. Before that, it might have been in some European castle.
“Amelia!” His sharp tone made me jump.
I looked at him then. I couldn’t place his expression. Maybe after a couple of years I’d be better at judging his moods.
“Come here. I want you to lay over my lap.”
I nodded. That was just my luck, to have a Daddy who believed that Nanny couldn’t spank hard enough. The truth was that Nanny’s spanking had hurt far worse than Daddy’s hand had. But he had the strength to put her to shame if he wanted to.
I pulled all my courage together and sat down next to him. I took a deep breath and leaned in towards him and lay down on his knees. I was shaking a little again.
He moved me the way he wanted me. He helped me bring my legs up on the bed. I felt my dress being lifted up. As it went up, I could feel the cool air on the back of my legs and then on my bottom as he continued lifting my dress up. He laid the dress on my back and took hold of my underwear and rolled it down.
I tensed waiting for the first smack. Then I felt his fingertips on my bottom. Even that made me flinch and jerk away from him.
“Nanny got you good, didn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He repositioned himself, and I felt my backside rise up high as his knee went up. I looked down at the floor. He’d pulled out a step stool. His foot was now resting on it. He was probably getting comfortable for a long session. His hand was rubbing over my sore behind.
The first smack landed, echoing off the walls. I was still in pain from the last spanking. This smack had pushed me to the edge. I’d probably fall over the edge with the next one. I’d be bawling like a baby then.
The next smack came down with such force that my whole body was pushed forward.
“Please, Daddy, stop. Please Daddy. I’ll be good forever and ever. I promise. Please stop.”
He didn’t. The next smack came as soon as I stopped begging.
The begging hadn’t helped at all. I bit into the blanket again. I didn’t think I could survive this. I’d gotten fifty spanks for staying up late and reading. This had been worse. Like a thousand times worse.
Would he spank me a thousand times?
Could a person die from a spanking?
Probably not, but maybe I could pass out. I held my breath and hoped and prayed that I could pass out. It just stung so.
“Amelia!”
I nodded not able to speak and not willing to take a gasp of air. I was childishly holdin
g my breath.
I felt a sharp slap on the middle of my back, knocking the air out of me. I gasped replacing it. My first breath was followed by many heavy breaths.
“Don’t you ever try something like that again!” he yelled. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I sobbed over his knees.
The smacking continued. I gave up trying not to scream and just let go screaming for all I was worth, hoping that someone would hear me and come save me.
No one came, and the spanking dragged on. I sobbed quietly defeated on his lap.
He stopped and turned me so I was sitting on his lap. The pressure of his leg, and my weight pushing on my bottom was too much. I whimpered in pain, lifting my backside off of him and arching my back. My breasts were right in his face. He held me in this odd position just staring at my still clothed breast.
Oh no, he couldn’t want to. More tears of worry, joined the tears from before.
He picked me up in his arms and turn and laid me down on the bed.
I couldn’t stop crying. The sting was unbearable. My face was all red, and I had my arms bent at the elbow with my hands lying over my heart as it raced. He stood over me watching me wither in pain. I wanted to roll on my side, but I didn’t know if I was allowed.
After many minutes, my heart started to slow down and its rate decreased as my annoyance increased that he was watching me in my pain. Pain that he’d inflicted.
He sat down on the bed then. “Do you remember that you asked me before we were married if I’d eventually lose interest in you?”
I nodded, still unable to talk. The shaking was slowing down too.
He reached for my face and held it in his open hand. “Do you also remember what I answered?”
I slowly and reluctantly nodded. I’d looked him in the eye. That was a big mistake. He looked sad like, he felt sorry for me. In that moment, all the guilt for what I’d done flooded my soul. I was reminded of all the nice things he’d done for me. I realized how hurt he must have been to hear what I’d said.