More than a little bratty

Little one decided that today was time to act up. It’s been almost three weeks since she has done any of her homework, and she had no intention of doing it. On top of that, she spent the afternoon after I got home from work bratting rather badly. She mouthed off, talked back, and ignored me when I told her to work on her homework, or warned her that she was heading towards a punishment. At dinner, she went so far as to say that would not be able to bring her back into line this time – that she would be too stubborn.

When we got home from running a couple of errands, I sent her to the shower to clean up, then went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. I motioned for her to kneel and she knelt between my feet. I held her chin in my hand and told her that I was going to punish her, and why, then told her to lay on the bed.

I went to the closet and got the rattan cane. I told her that she would not have to count as I did not know exactly how many she would receive, but that I would continue until I had given her what she needed (I expected to know by watching her body language and listening to her. I can usually tell when she’s had enough and surrenders).

I started with the rattan cane, giving her six strokes to her ass and three to her thighs from each side, marking her skin. Next, I used the acryllic cane. I gave her twelve strokes with that – six from each side – before getting a tube I brought home from work today to see if it would work.

It has a good sting, but it makes a LOT of noise, so I’m not sure about it yet.

After twelve with the tube, I got the cable (a length of coaxial cable with the ends taped – it’s evil). I gave her twelve with the cable – six from each side. At this point, she was tensing her legs, but holding still. I could sense that she still wasn’t done, so I switched back to the rattan cane. I gave her four sets of six fast strokes with the cane and she started to whimper a little. When I hear that, I knew she was close, so I switched back to the cable, giving her six more strokes from each side. This finally got to her, and she started crying. I grabbed the hairbrush and gave her eighteen swats in sets of two to push her to where she needed to be.

I put everything down and sat on the bed, motioning her to come over and lay her head on my lap. I stroked her cheek and told her that I love her. We talked about what had happened today, and she said she was sorry and that she really didn’t know why she acted up the way she did, but that she felt like she was back where she belonged now.

I hate to punish her, but she absolutely needed this. Her manner has returned to normal now. She will likely remember this for a few days, at least. I had her write lines to make sure the point was made, and, of course, the marks left on her ass and thighs will be there for a bit.

Dragon Mage