Drinking is Bad for Me

Since the brat wanted to be better, we talked about a deeper focus. She really wanted to focus on adjusting her bratty attitude and becoming healthier, starting with the end of drinking alcohol. She asked if I could help her with accountability on these two areas... I had to stop and ask what was in it for me... don’t get me wrong, I love to beat an ass... but I have so many people that ask for that service, I need to set up some kind of exchange or I will run out of energy, lol... she asked what I wanted and I said that I could really use a maid... I hate cooking and cleaning and am trying to find people to take over those things for me. She said sure and I told her we would start with the dishes.

I asked how her butt was doing and she said it was very bruised. I asked for a pic in her swimsuit as she was going to be in it that weekend. She sent me a bare ass pic of her bruised butt and it was so colorful. I had never turned an ass that color before, but I had seen the fet pictures and wondered how it happened... well... now I knew... and I wanted to do it again.

I set for her to come over at 7pm on Saturday, to have time to relax and get the dishes done. We then discussed the issue she was having with drinking. She was able to not drink on Thursday after we talked about it. She said that she had a birthday party for her dad at a water park and drinking was going to be apart of it. I told her that she was going to receive a spanking for every swallow of alcohol she took, so she better count them out. She disregarded my request but told on herself as she drank alcohol and ate unhealthy foods. Awareness is the first step to change, so I was proud of the awareness... by the end of the day, she had 4 drinks and we estimated that at 20 swallows per drink, she was to receive 80 spankins.

When she got to the house, she was kinda sniffly... she had been crying a lil bit off and on... dealing with her emotional baggage, traumatic past, and personal believed shortcomings... we watched a funny movie that didn’t catch her interest, so I told her to get started on the dishes. She got up and wandered into my room and started watching cartoons. Then came out a little later and turned on some music and washed the dishes. When the dishes were done and the kiddos were in bed,  it was time to administer her punishment. I walked into the room and started grabbing my paddles...I thought about her bruised ass and her request to have bare skin spankins, so I grabbed my rosewood paddles with the holes... I wanted to see the design I could create on this lovely bottom. I started test tapping them on my leg. I haven’t swung these ones hard, so it seemed like a good tool to use because of the number of spankings needed. I could hear PapaBear teasing her in the living room. I stepped to the door and told her to come in.

We talked about the drinking and how it was bad for her. She could die if her daily meds are mixed with alcohol. She wasn’t being a good role model for others in her life. She would be even unhealthier and gain unwanted pounds... now to add to that list, drinking came with paddles. Because she squirmed off the bed last time, I had her get all the way on it and paddled her from a pinned position. This time, the key phrase to make the spanking stop was “Drinking is bad for me!”... or of course the normal red. I started paddling and got the first 20 out over clothes... I noticed that I don’t swing these paddles anywhere near as hard because they are special to me. So I decided to pull her pants down and paddle her bare ass. That made her squirm and the stubborn began. She did not want to admit that drinking was bad for her, but by spanking 80, she was ready to say it.  She only slid down off the bed once, but PapaBear helped me get her back up. She tried pushing her butt against PapaBear to stop the spankins from landing, but I’m a strong fox and I flipped that lil brat over and gave her every single one.

When the spankins were over, I cuddled her again and told her she was right! Drinking was so bad for her. Then I massaged out the tight hard spot on her left cheek. The right side was even harder and more tight from the punishment, probably because of the angle and direction of swing. After a bit of cuddling and poking, we went outside and had a smoke. Then back inside to the couch where she was finally able to release some real tears. I love seeing a brat cry... it usually means real change is on the way. I am so glad for this new friendship and that I can help her correct her behaviors. I never knew that I would like being the sadist so much without the sexual component, but it is refreshing for me! The power of all of this is rather intoxicating in its own way... I may have finally found my lil kinky nitch...