Okay, so I said I would write and tell you
how telling Jill went. So here it goes, Jill arrived home to me having dinner on the table
and all my chores done. She knew something was wrong. She looked at me with
those eyes; those firm, cut through my very being eyes.
“What did you do little girl?” Jill asked
I looked at the floor silently wanting to melt into that floor; praying for
time to reverse. Jillian walked to me pulling my eyes in line with her firm
stare.
“Sunshine Rose?” I melted at this point. I couldn't take the disappointed stare
anymore.
“I’m sorry Jillian,” I stammered out.
“For what little girl?”
“I threw a temper tantrum like a six year old.” Within seconds I blurted the whole story out and waited for the fallout. I knew that I was in serious trouble.
“You can go to your room” is all she said and needed to say. I obeyed.
I’m pretty sure she sat downstairs eating her dinner planning my doom. It felt
like she took forever to come upstairs; when she finally did all I wanted was
her to paddle me; though as much as I wanted the spanking beforehand I sure
wanted it to end once it started. Jillian was so disappointed in me and I knew
it from the get go. I think it took her about ten seconds to get me over her
knee. Of course temper flares are one hundred percent unacceptable behaviour so
there was no warm up for me. I hate starting out bare it hurts like hell but I
knew I deserved it. Jillian took the paddle to me right from the beginning.
(Like I didn’t know that would happen) It felt like it was never going to end.
I swear Jillian spanked me for a straight five minutes before she started to lecture
me. I hate when Jillian’s so disappointed in me that she can’t talk to me. It didn’t
take long till I was kicking and crying like the six year old I had been
behaving like. I knew in that moment that this spanking wasn’t going to be
ending anytime soon. I decided just to lay there and take it. I just grabbed a
hold of the sheets with one hand and Jillian’s ankle with the other. I laid my
head on the bed and let myself cry. At this point Jillian seemed to soften; the
spanks seemed to become fewer and longer apart.
“I’m very disappointed in you,” Jill said cutting my heart.
“I know,” followed by a smack.
“I thought we had this under control, Sunshine” SMACK! SMACK!
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed out.
“Alright, Sunshine are you glad you threw a tantrum?” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“No, Ma’am,” I answered quickly.
“Are you sorry you told me the truth?” SMACK
“No, than I’d be in trouble for lying.”
“Well at least you’ve learned that lesson,” Smack smack “Too bad you keep
throwing
temper tantrums like a six year old.”
I swear she spanked me twenty times in a row. The tears I thought I had under
control returned like the dam had broken.
“Alright, Sunshine I’m going to finish your spanking with a good caning,” than the
tears really started. “I think six of the best? Sounds good Sunshine?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I agreed.
“Then, I’m gonna put you to bed like the naughty little brat you’ve been
behaving like.” Smack “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I lowered my head on the bed.
“And I better not hear of anymore temper tantrums or flares; you got me
Sunshine?”
“Yes, Ma’am. No more.”
“Okay, lean over the edge of the bed” Smack smack
I climbed off of Jillian’s lap and did as she said. Now I must say right here
and now I hate the cane and Jillian knows it all too well. I know Jillian’s
very upset with me when she pulls out the paddle and the cane together. Once I
was bent over the bed Jillian started with the words again. Sometimes that's more punishing than the spanking itself.
“You’re going to receive six hard strokes with this cane. And you’re going to count them.
And with every stroke I want you to think about your childish temper flares and
where it gets you every time.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Are you ready?”
“I guess...”
Six very hard, very stingy strokes followed. With each stroke I felt like my
butt was going to explode but I also felt the guilt fading away. Finally it was
over; well the spanking anyway.
“I hope we don’t have any more flares, Sunshine,” Jill questioned?
“We won’t.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise,” mentally thinking of better ways to react to life's frustrations.
“We better not.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
With that promise, Jill pulled me up out of my caning position and hugged my
crying self. Massaging my sore on fire bottom, Jillian told me that she loves
me as she does after every punishment. I clung onto her as I always do. Feeling
her very being; feeling that her anger had gone; feeling her love; feeling her
forgiving nature. It’s something I always look for after Jillian punishes me. I
have to feel, I have to know that she has forgiven me. Pushing me back from her
Jillian looked into my crying eyes.
“I’m sorry, Jillian.”
“I’m sorry too but we’re not done yet.”
“I know.”
“Go brush your teeth and what not. You’re going to bed little girl.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
It didn’t take me long to brush my teeth, hair and go to the bathroom. I knew
that Jillian would be picking out my outfit for bed. That privilege and any
other would be taken away from me. My whole world was going to be very
controlled for a very long time again. Until I have proven to Jillian that I
can behave like an adult again. I returned to the bedroom to find Jillian
waiting for me with pajamas in hand. Of course I obeyed and put them on but the
last thing I wanted was underwear on my poor sore hot but deserved spanked bottom.
“Into bed little girl,” Jillian said pulling the covers back.
“Please, Jill it’s seven,” I questioned?
This was the completely wrong thing to say. Jillian whacked me another twenty
times with her hand. I cried and begged her to stop. Jillian finally did stop
and glared at me.
“Get into that bed little girl, now.”
Crying I climbed into bed lying on my back so I could see Jillian’s
disapproving look. Jillian than tucked me in; which I was surprised about
seeing I fought getting into bed. As she went to leave I reach out and took a
hold of her wrist.
“Jillian, please say something, anything, I’m sorry,” sitting down on the bed.
“I know you are.”
“Please forgive me, Jillian.”
“Listen to me. Are you listening?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You are to stay in this bed. I don’t want to see you until tomorrow. Do you
understand me?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I said clinging onto Jilli's hand.
“And tomorrow we’ll start anew. And yes, I will forgive you.”
“Thank you, Jillian,” I responded relieved.
“You stay in that bed little girl.”
With that Jillian went back downstairs and left me to contend with my sore
bottom. I don’t know what time I fell asleep or what time Jill came to bed but
I knew tomorrow would bring a new day of forgiveness and love. I fell asleep
knowing Jillian loved me enough to hold me accountable for my actions and help
me to become the person I want to be.
