Saturday, November 29, 2008

Dear Alana- 6- Written by Louis Vancisic

Hi Alana,

Well, Lizzie shared this one with me too. She’s concerned that you’re going to get in trouble with your new guardians. She asked me to give you a pep talk and advice on getting along with strict parents. I guess I didn’t get to you soon enough. I’m sorry. At any rate thanks for sharing your first spanking and how you felt about it. As I did the last time, I’ll give you my reactions to each piece of the letter. My words will be in bold.

Janet

Dear Lizzie,

So...I have some exciting news! I made some new friends! I didn't think I ever would! I still think it's unfair that we had to move, but it's over and done with now! So today at school I was sitting alone in the cafeteria (like always), reading a book and this girl comes up to me. Her name's Ashley. And she asked me what I was reading. I told her, and then she told me that she had just finished reading it! So she sat down and we talked all through lunch! And she even invited me to go to the movies with her this weekend! I really hope I'll be able to go. I don't see any reason why not, but Ruth won't be home for another hour, so I haven't asked yet.

Lizzie and I are so happy you made a friend. I don’t get to spend much time with Lizzie because I have to go straight home but she’s very understanding. Besides school we talk a lot on the phone. One time we were on the phone for so long I didn’t finish my chores before Mom came home. Since she had tried to call several times she knew how long I’d been talking. She asked me a few pointed questions and I answered truthfully.

“I’m really sorry, Mom”, I said, “I just lost track of the time. I won’t let it happen again.”


“Let’s make sure of that!”, she replied. “Lift your skirt in back and bend forward.” I swallowed hard and obeyed. She wrapped her left arm around my back and spanked my panty covered bottom. She stopped only when my “I’m sorry Mommy’s” and “I’ll be a good girl” pleas were accompanied by genuine weeping. Mom’s philosophy is that if she’s going to take the time and trouble to give me a spanking then she doesn’t stop till I’m really crying. It doesn’t have to be loud but it does have to be audible …and sincere; with real tears streaming down my face.

So let us know if Ruth lets you go to the movies with Ashley.

I guess I promised that I would tell you about my first spanking. I really don't want to have to think about it, but I have to tell someone!

Okay here's what happened. I was sitting in the living room knitting. I'm working on another blanket, did I tell you about that? Later. So I'm knitting, and Rachel and Hannah are sitting on the floor playing a board game...Memory. I had played a few games with them, and it was actually kinda fun. They were laughing, and I was laughing...it was great! As I was knitting away and the girls were playing, Ruth came home. She came into the living room.

"Hi girls!" she exclaimed.

"Hi Mom!" Hannah practically yelled, jumped up, and hugged her. Rachel said "hi" in her nonchalant Rachel way. I said hi as well.

"Guess what!" Hannah said, practically jumping up and down.

"What?" Ruth asked her, totally playing into it.

"Alana played Memory with us twice, and it was so much fun!"

"Aw that's great! That was very nice of you Alana." she said.

"It was fun...it's a hilarious game." I responded.

"Oh good." There were a couple of moments of silence. "Alana, can I talk to you in the kitchen for a minute?" Ruth asked. I got up and followed her to the kitchen. I had no idea anything was wrong, but there was.. Once we got there she pulled out a chair for me to sit down, so I did. She didn't. Instead she pulled an envelope out of her purse.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked. I said that I didn't. "It's a note from your teacher. Alana, did you know that you're almost failing one class and are getting C's in two others?" she asked. She was scaring me a little bit, she wasn't being her normal happy self. Ya know how she's so nice that it's almost too nice? She wasn't being like that.

Failing? Alana. Lizzie and I are really concerned. Even Lizzie’s not so sympathetic about that.

"Um...I didn't know. But I'm still trying to catch up. This school is a lot different than my old one." I said.

"I won't except any excuses Alana. We have rules about your grades, and we expect you to follow them."

"But I didn't know!" I exclaimed. I wasn't trying to be disrespectful. ...I just didn't think it was fair, ya know?

"I think it would be a good idea if you studied more. I wrote out a bit of a schedule based on your classes and things like that." she handed me a piece of paper. She had me studying almost every minute I was at home! "What do you think?"

"Um...well, I'll try harder, and I'll study more, but I think this is a bit much."

"I don't think it is Alana. You're almost failing math! Until the grade comes up, you'll be sticking to this schedule. Do you understand?" I wanted to cry. Mom and Dad never talked to us like that. It's not like we could do whatever we wanted, but it was different.

"Okay" I said quietly, looking down. I had no idea that she was about to say what she did.

"Good. Now, you know the consequence for breaking a rule. You know that it's a spanking. So I would like you to go upstairs to your bedroom and wait. I'll be up in a few minutes." she said firmly.

"What? But Ruth, I didn't know!" I exclaimed. I wasn't trying to be rude, but I guess it came out that way.

"Alana, let me make myself clear. You will do as you're told, or you'll be punished much more severely for disobedience. You know exactly how I feel about that, and if you don't go to your room right now without another word, you'll be getting the strap."

So I had no choice. I got up and went to my room, holding back my tears the whole way. The second I closed my door I burst out crying. I just couldn't believe it was happening! I was so frustrated. I sat on my bed, hugged my pillow and cried. I just kept thinking about Mom and Dad, and you. Why do you get to live with Martha? And I'm stuck here with Ruth? Why can't we live together? Although I understand the reasons on an intellectual level, I was upset about it.

I eventually stopped crying...she took a long time to come up! Almost an hour passed actually, and when she did come in, she didn't look as angry. She sat down next to me and told me that she spent some time thinking and realized that spanking me for doing poorly in school wouldn't be fair, because I was right, this school is a lot different than my old one, and that it was still catching up. She made it clear though, that if my marks didn't improve soon I could expect to be punished.

I told you your aunt could be reasoned with.

So that was my first almost-spanking. My first actual spanking happened that same night. After Ruth and I talked, we went down to dinner.. Burke was home, and as we all sat around the table eating, Ruth decided to speak with him about my grades. I didn't like that at all. I thought that it was more of a private matter, and talking about it with Rachel and Hannah present seemed a bit demeaning to me. She explained the situation to him, and then he looked at me. Ya know how he has that look that says "I'm better than you so you have to listen to whatever I say?" Well, that's how he looked at me.

"I expect better from you Alana. You know our rules about your grades. Have you not been doing your homework? Have you not been handing in assignments? " Burke demanded.

"Oh my God! It's not that bit of a deal, it's one class!!" I exclaimed, frustrated. Everyone turned and looked at me. The girls especially looked shocked. "What?" I said.

"We do NOT take the Lord's name in vain!" Burke practically yelled. "Go to your room...now." I looked around the table, and when nobody came to my rescue, I left my place and went upstairs.

About an hour later, presumably after everyone finished supper, and the girls were settled into their evening routine of practicing the piano (because little girls can't run around and play in a big fancy house, now can they?), Burke and Ruth came into my room. Without knocking first, I might add. I was standing, looking out my window, and when I heard the door open I spun around. The second I saw that Burke was holding that strap I started to back away toward a corner.

"Alana, come sit down please" Ruth said rather gently. I complied. I didn't want to get into more trouble. I went to my bed where she was pointing, and sat down. They stood in front of me.

"We discussed the rules with you, and you said that you understood them. Correct?" Burke asked.

"Yes..." I said hesitantly.

"In that case, you've broken a rule, and you have to be punished for it. But if you have something to say, we'll take it into consideration. " Burke said.

"I'm sorry. It's hard to remember sometimes... ." I stammered..

"I think that these punishments will make it a little easier to remember" Burke said.

"Alana, it's very important to us that the girls don't hear things like that, especially not from you. We've taught them that it's not okay to speak like that, and we expect the same from you. We have to take this very seriously because it influences our girls' lives as well. Do you understand?" I nodded, and she looked pleased.

"Stand up" Burke ordered. I did. I was a little shaky at this point, and if I knew what was about to happen, I would have been a lot shaky. Burke sat down on the bed, and Ruth stood off to the side. He told me to stand in front of him, and I did.

"Lower your pants please" Burke said.

"No, I...." I began, when, without warning, he reached out and pulled them down himself. I had changed after school into a pair of loose track pants, so they just came right down. And there I was. Standing in front of Uncle Burke in my panties. I started crying a little out of embarrassment. ..little did I know that embarrassment was the least of my problems.

He didn't waste any time. He grabbed hold of my hand and guided me over his lap. I felt him adjusting his knees in order to get me in the right position, and when I was where he wanted me, I couldn't see anything but the floor.

"Are you ready Alana?" Burke asked. I tearfully said that I was. "And you understand why we're doing this?" He asked. I said that I did.

It’s always important to sound respectful and remorseful when you’re about to be spanked. I always tell Mom that I’m sorry, repeat what I did to deserve the punishment and promise to be a good girl. I think men in particular are moved by that “I’ll be a good girl” promise.

Without any more discussion, I felt his arm wrap around my waist and pull me close to him. I didn't feel like I could move at all, his grip was pretty strong. And then he briefly rested his other hand on my bottom. The second I felt him touch me I jumped. Then he lifted his hand off my bottom and brought it back down sharply. I cried out immediately. ..I was surprised at how much it actually stung! He slapped my right cheek, and then my left over and over again. It hurt so much! I was squirming and trying to get away so much that he actually had to threaten further punishment to get me to stay still. It seemed to go on forever! The more he spanked me, the more it hurt...it was like the sting of each slap was compounding into one intense burn. I was definately sobbing by the time he finished the hand-spanking.

Learning how to cooperate when you’re getting a spanking is hard enough when you’re raised that way. Even when you think you deserve it your body’s tendency is to try and avoid it. At least you seem to have kept your hands in place. How many do you think he gave you? Did he spank rapidly or just slow and really hard? My Mom’s style is the latter. She says it extends the “learning experience” without causing injury.

"I'm spanking you with the strap Alana, because we believe this to have been one of the worst offences you can commit here. Do you understand?" Burke asked, with me still over his lap. He then went on to lecture about the Bible and taking the Lord's name in vain. Thank goodness he didn't ask me to repeat back to him what he said because I couldn't hear over my sobbing!

That Ruth and Burke spend so much time explaining to you why you are being punished is indicative of their love and caring.

Then I felt his hands inside the waistband of my panties and he pulled them down to my knees! He actually pulled them down! As soon as I realized what he was doing I tried to stop him, but he pinned my hand at my back the second he realized that I had reached back.

At least you didn’t have to look at him when he took down your panties. When Mom is really cross with me she makes me stand in front of her while she reaches beneath my skirt and slowly lowers my panties. She knows how much this hurts my pride and so I almost always volunteer to do it myself. I mind it much less if I’m already over her lap, facing away. Still Mom is a Mom and I’d certainly feel different if it was a man doing it.

"No...don't! " I cried through my tears.

"All spankings here are given on the bare bottom Alana. There will be no exceptions" he said, and picked up the strap. He had to let go of my hand so that he could hold me around my waist, so he had Ruth come help. They helped me shift so that my upper body was resting on the bed. Ruth sat down next to me near my head and took hold of my hands so that I couldn't move. All I could do was put my head down and cry into my comforter.

They’re helping you to learn how to take a punishment. With Mom being a single parent, my sister and I were trained early on how to cooperate. Mom doesn’t expect us to be statues but she does expect us to submit and “calm down a bit” when our movements become excessive. When laying face down on the bed, I try to push my body into the bed to limit my wiggling and kicking.

He secured me around my waist, picked up the strap, and without any warning at all, brought that horrible piece of leather down onto my bare bottom. I screamed pretty loudly...I'm surprised none of the neighbours came over to make sure nobody was being killed!

I always scream at the first blow from a strap.

"Please stop! It hurts too much!" I cried.

"It's supposed to hurt dear, otherwise you wouldn't learn anything" Ruth said.

Did it help you that Ruth was there to hold you and try to calm you?

Burke continued. He strapped me over and over until I couldn't feel the individual spanks anymore...just one intense burning pain. I'm pretty sure he only hit me about 10 times with it, but I swear, it felt like 100!! When he finally stopped, I didn't even notice. It took a couple seconds, and when I realized that Ruth was no longer holding my hands, but smoothing my hair, and that Burke was no longer holding me in place, but gently rubbing my upper back, I calmed down a little. When I stopped crying they both hugged me, reminded me not to repeat the behaviour again, told me they loved me, and left.

See Alana. They’re good caring people who only want to help you. Let them. Given how strongly he felt about what you did, ten strokes seems fair. I might point out it wasn’t only what you said but the way you said it. I don’t think you understand how angry that made them. Strict loving parents rarely show anger when they spank. They understand that if they do then the girl will forget she’s being punished because of what she did.

It was hard to go downstairs after that spanking because I knew Hannah and Rachel heard everything. I don't care how big their house is....I was yelling so loud they had to have heard me, and I was embarrassed!! I'd like to think that bare-bottomed spankings would be reserved for little girls...but apparently not. Anyways, I eventually just sucked it up and went downstairs.. .about an hour later. And thankfully nobody said a word. Hannah asked if I would play Memory with her again.

But seriously Lizzie, my bottom still hurt the next day! When I had to sit down for school it was actually painful! It'll be a long time before I say "Oh my God" again, even though I don't see the big deal, I definitely don't want to feel the strap again anytime soon!

Talk soon,
Love Alana

Alana, I love the way you describe your feelings. I think that’s helpful to you and also helpful to me.

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