Susan sighed. "You know what I did Peter, you were there...obviously."
"I want you to say it."
Huffing and rolling her eyes, Susan began mumbling her reply. "Attitude...disrespect...rudeness. Anything I missed, sir?"
She felt a sudden burn across her sit spot, then another, and another. He strapped her repeatedly, each swat harder than the last. She twisted her legs slightly and clenched her fingers and toes. A dull throb pulsed in her bottom. She drew in air through her teeth and winced, muttering a quiet "Ouch." After a total of five licks, he stopped.
"How many more times am I going to need to do this before your real spanking even begins, hm? You just told me that you know you're in trouble for your attitude, and yet you carry it on? You're supposed to be smart, Susan. I want you to lose the attitude and say it again." She ignored him. He brought the strap down another five times, bringing a tear to her eye as the pain intensified.
"Peter, no, please-"
"Answer my question without attitude or I carry on. Your choice." He waited for a few seconds, but was met with silence once again. She still wasn't ready to comply with him.
So, Peter continued spanking her. When he still received no response except small grunts and leg movements, he decided to bare her bottom completely. This sent her into a panic and she reached back with her hand.
"Peter!" She was shocked that he would humiliate her like this. "No! Stop!"
"Clearly you aren't getting the message..." He slid her underwear down to her knees. "I told you I would treat you like one of the younger ones, and we don't spank them over their underwear, do we?"
"No...but Peter, this...this is different-"
"Tell me how it's different." He demanded.
"Because! It is! I'm too old for this and...and you're barely older than I am!"
"I don't know how many times I've said this today but I'll say it again; you want to act like a child, I'll treat you like one. If you want to be treated like a young woman then I suggest you rethink your behaviour."
"But...this is...inappropriate!"
"Inappropriate? The only thing that's inappropriate is your behaviour."
Tearing up, Susan lifted her upper body and placed both palms flat on the bed. "Peterrr! Come on, please just pull them back up. Please."
"No, it's your own fault. Now answer my question without attitude or I will continue with the strap."
"Fine... This is happening because I've had an attitude all day, I've been disrespectful and I've been rude." Susan looked back at Peter and their eyes locked.
"Good. That's all I wanted. We will discuss it again once I'm done spanking you. Now, please can you lay back down."
Not wanting to provoke more extra swats, Susan lowered herself back down. But she kept her head up, with her elbows on the bed and her hands clasped together.
Peter began spanking her. He brought the strap down in rapid flicks against her bare flesh, creating visible red lines. Susan bit her lip and curled her toes. She wanted to keep from crying for as long as possible, but she could feel her face burning in unison with her bottom and she let out a small whimper. As the pain became unbearable, she tensed her bottom and took a deep breath in.
"Don't tense." The command was blunt and the spanking stopped temporarily. To his surprise, she immediately relaxed as she did not want to anger him any more.
As the fire grew, a solitary tear began its journey down her face, and dangled from her jaw before dropping onto her arm and trickling into the sheets. A particularly hard swat was delivered and she let out a small cry. Peter was pleased that he had finally got her crying...it meant that this was the beginning of the end. All he wanted was for her to tell him she was sorry, and to completely submit to his authority.
Time ticked by, and the spanking only worsened. Susan couldn't tell if the pain was increasing because Peter was hitting harder, or whether it was simply that her bottom was getting sorer and sorer, or both. It didn't take long for hot tears to be streaming down her face. She whimpered, bowing her head.
"Peter, please, stop now...it really hurts, please." She already knew this wouldn't work, and knew exactly what it was like to be the spanker hearing this as she'd heard it so many times from her siblings. She of course knew what a spanking felt like from when she was younger, but didn't remember just how bad it really was. She began feeling a little sorry for her brother and sister.
"It's supposed to hurt, Susan." Peter's response sounded as though he was totally detached from the matter. He never felt the same emotion Susan did when giving spankings.
Her tears continued to stream and she began quietly sobbing. She realised how stupid she'd been and her attitude seemed to evaporate. I behaved like a spoilt kid...I went against what I tell the kids every day about manners and kindness to others. About not getting above our status and respecting everyone. I'm a hypocrite.
"Peter! I am s-sorry. I r-really r-really me-mean it." Her words were stammered, obstructed by sobs and sharp breaths.
"Good. You should be sorry." He stopped spanking her momentarily and took a deep breath in. She sighed with relief, but doubted he'd was totally finished with her. "What are you thinking now?"
"That I'm s-so sorry...and...I really was behaving like a ch-child."
"And are you going to act like that again?"
"No."
The strap met Susan's bottom with force. She let out a cry and immediately knew how she'd earned it, but before she could correct herself Peter repeated firmly, "And are you going to act like that again?"
"No sir."
Putting the strap down, Peter decided to finish the spanking with his hand. He peppered her upper legs and sit spots with swat after swat, until she eventually collapsed down onto her front and stopped kicking her legs. She was all out of fight. She bawled and bawled until finally...he stopped.
Without a word, he immediately lifted her up slightly by her hips, moving himself out from under her and twisting her legs around onto the bed. As she sobbed, he covered her with a blanket from the waist down and informed her that he would be back in around ten minutes, so she had a chance to calm down before they spoke again. He then slipped out of her chamber with the strap in his hand.
