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Angela has been on her best behavior since starting her relationship with Amanda a couple months ago, but Amanda already knows that won’t last forever. They had both sat down and discussed rules and consequences, and Amanda and Angela had agreed on certain things.
The rules were as followed: No hurting herself or others; no lying; tell Amanda if something is wrong; eat three meals a day and stick to a bedtime; don’t do anything dangerous or detrimental to her health. It was all easy stuff, according to Angela in the moment.
The consequences were based on how serious the infraction was. Angela was comfortable with six minute timeouts, writing lines, early bedtime or loss of privileges, and spankings. She was even ok with implements if the situations was serious enough.
Even after their discussion, Amanda knew Angela was nervous about the idea of a punishment from her, having never had that happen before. She also knew the best way for her to get past her fear was to just get it out of the way once and then she’d know what to expect.
She couldn’t punish Angela for nothing though, so she had to wait for the opportunity to come up naturally.
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Angela had a habit of trying to problem solve on her own, even when she was little. She was usually in the mindset of a six year old, so her problem solving skills were not always the best, which led to some trouble. One rule that was specifically because of this was no climbing to reach things. Amanda was plenty tall to get anything the little needed, and was used to helping in this way. Short little Angela, however, was used to climbing shelves, countertops, and anything to reach what she needed.
After the second time she was caught climbing to reach something, Amanda sat her down and laid out the consequences if she did it again. Angela deemed that the perfect opportunity to try out a punishment.
“Angela! Get down now, we do not use chairs to stand on,” Amanda called out immediately upon entering the kitchen. She had sent Angela in to grab a snack from the pantry, and then immediately followed her knowing she’d most likely try this.
“But I wan’ed a granola bar,” her voice took up a bit of a whine as she continued to reach for the box. Amanda grabbed her by the waist and set her down on the ground, holding her shoulders still and leaning down to look in her eyes. She didn’t force eye contact with her, knowing it was hard for the little, but she always tried anyway.
“Then you should have asked for help, Angela Giovann. What did I tell you last time would happen if you climbed anything?”
She looked at her mama for a split second, checking to see if she was serious, then quickly looked at the ground, her lip trembling. Amanda prompted her again to answer her question, so she huffed and whispered, “Spankin’.”
“Yep, that’s right. It’s dangerous to climb and reach like that, and if you do something dangerous in this house, it will always be a spanking. Let’s go to the bedroom and take care of this.” Without waiting for a reply, she took her hand and led her to the hallway. She stopped briefly to make sure Spork was in the living room and then continued on toward the main bedroom.
After she shut the door, she guided Angela to a corner and set the timer for six minutes. The little already had tears welling up, but she was completely silent as she stood with her nose in the corner. She turned to look at Amanda a couple times to insure she was still there and the mama smiled easily at her each time to make sure she wasn’t getting too worked up about being in trouble.
When the timer went off, Amanda called Angela over to stand in front of her spot on the edge of the bed.
“Why are you getting a spanking, Angela?” She asked while she rubbed her hands up and down her arms in a soothing manner.
She took a shaky breath and replied, “‘Cause I climbed the chair and that’s dang’rous.”
“That’s right, we need to keep our bodies safe, right? So now I’m going to spank you. Just with my hand, but I am going to bare your bottom so I can make sure I’m not hurting you too much, ok?”
Angela nods at this and Amanda tells her that she needs a verbal answer so Angela stutters out an ok. She wastes no time after that, pushing her pants down to her knees and laying her across her lap. She starts light, wanting to gauge her tolerance before really laying into her.
After a couple minutes, Amanda pulls her underwear down and really lays in when she sees her cheeks are barely pink. She hears a gasp from the little girl and holds her firmly as she begins to wiggle. After a few minutes of firm spanks, she rounds it out with a lecture.
“You *smack* do not *smack* climb *smack* in this house *smack*. It’s not *smack* safe, and *smack* I told *smack* you no *smack*.”
Angela cries out in full now, trying to wiggle out of her grasp but is held down firmly. Finally, Amanda finishes up and rubs her back until she’s ready to sit up. It takes her a minute, but eventually Angela’s sitting in her lap, getting soothing rubs and gentle words of love and care from Amanda.
Angela feels much better now that her first punishment is done and Amanda is just as relieved. They sit together for a while until Angela stands up and pulls her pants back up.
“I have a snack now?” She asks, a cheeky little smile on her face. Amanda laughs and pinches her cheek before nodding and leading her back to the kitchen, making sure to grab a granola bar for her this time.