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Disclaimer: The following story is pure fiction and is intended for
the enjoyment of adults only.  It involves the hard spanking of a ten-
year-old and nine-year-old girl and describes the enjoyment and sexual
arousal a teenager experiences by giving the spankings.  This may be
considered edgy by some, so please be forewarned.  If this does not
interest you, please do not read further.  The author in no way
condones the real-life mistreatment of children.



I will never forget my senior year of high school.  I had decided to
participate in an exchange program and thus spent the entire year with
a host family.  It was not the typical program where one goes abroad;
it was within the United States, but gave me a chance to experience a
different part of the country.  Being from a big Midwestern city, it
was very different to suddenly be in a small, rural Georgia town.

My host family, the Walkers, were very nice; Mr. Walker was in his
mid-40s and a successful business man.  He was a partner in the only
insurance agency in town and had done quite well for himself.  Mrs.
Walker (Kelly as she insisted I call her) was what you would call a
southern bell.  She was Mr. Walker's second wife, and they had been
only married a year.  She was 25, beautiful, and knew it.  She didn't
seem like someone who tolerated things not done her way.  Although I
had my doubts at first, I actually ended up getting along with her
quite well.  She was very sweet to me once she saw that I was always
willing to help out with whatever I could around the house.  Speaking
of the house, it was a large, majestic home on a bluff above a river
on a big estate with an ample orchard of apple trees and several
hickory trees.  It was extremely beautiful and relaxing, and I loved
taking long walks through the property and walking down to the river.

I actually arrived about six weeks before school started; both Mr.
Walker and Kelly insisted it would be a good vacation and give me a
chance to explore the area and become familiar with the town before
beginning school.  It turned out to the be the best thing I could have
done.

When I arrived, I learned that it soon would not only be the three of
house in the house.  The Walkers had apparently decided a while back
to take on foster children, and they would begin arriving in a week.
I tried to find out more, but it was apparent Kelly did not want to
talk about it.  I got the impression this was more Mr. Walker's idea.
I figured with him getting older, maybe he wanted kids in the house
and thought his home would be a good place.  I personally found
children extremely annoying, especially badly behaved ones, and had
mixed feelings about the whole thing.  But it didn't take long before
my questions were answered.  The first to arrive were sisters: 10-year-
old Katie and 9-year-old Emily.  Both girls looked very similar; they
were slender, had blond hair, and blue eyes.  Emily had short blond
curls, while Katie's hair was longer and in pigtails.

For the first two weeks after the girls' arrival, Mr. Walker was
mostly at home, handling the affairs of some family clients.  He was
warm and gentle towards the children, comforting them and helping them
adjust to their new environment.  Kelly, on the other hand, was cold
and reserved.  I wondered how she had ever agreed to take on foster
children.  She barely talked to the children at all, But when I
overheard a conversation a few nights after the girls arrived, I
thought I started to understand, and it gave me the most incredible
feeling between my legs.  Kelly lectured that she was not used to
having children in the house, especially preteen girls, and although
she was willing to take them in, that they would have to pull their
weight.  She gave them a written schedule of daily chores and warned
them about failure to perform their tasks.  She then asked how they
were disciplined by their previous foster parents.  They gave her some
examples of punishments they had received, grounding, removal of
privileges, extra work.  She than asked if they were ever spanked.
That question caused me to become weak-kneed, and I could feel
moisture on my private parts.  Katie could remember two occasions when
she was spanked, the last more than five years prior; Emily could only
remember one spanking in her life.  Kelly asked them to describe the
spankings.  They told her truthfully that they had been spanked only
by a foster mother, on their bare bottoms, and that it really hadn't
been very severe.  She had used her open palm and had given them no
more than five slaps.  Kelly solemnly shook her head, and said that
things were going to change for them, and that they would be
disciplined "as I was when I was a child."  She didn't elaborate
further.

My mind was racing; could it be true?  Did Kelly really intend to
spank the girls when they needed to be punished?  From a young age, I
had always been interested in spanking.  While I was never spanked
myself, I was very curious about the spankings my friends or
classmates got at home.  Whenever I had heard of one of them having
"gotten it," I used to ask as many questions as I could to learn the
details without trying to seem too interested.  Was it on the bare or
over clothes?  What implements if any were used?  At the time, I
didn't understand what about spankings I found so fascinating, but I
soon did.  Once when I was 12, I was walking home from school when I
heard faint crying coming from a house several down the street from
mine.  I didn't know who lived there, as it had just recently been
sold.  I couldn't resist and had to check it out.  The living room was
in the back of the house, but the window was not completely closed.  I
crouched down and looked through, and I saw a little girl, probably
eight or nine, draped across the lap of an older girl, maybe 19 or
20.  I didn't know if she was her older sister or babysitter, but she
was wielding a large, wooden hairbrush and whacking the little girl's
bare bottom with it.  The kid's cries were much louder now, but it was
the older girl's face that caught my attention.  She was smiling.  And
it was not a typical smile; her face clearly showed anger, but her
lips were separated and grinning.  There was no denying she was
greatly enjoying what she was doing.  I only watched for 30 seconds,
but the expression never changed, and it didn't appear she had any
intention of ending the spanking.  I quickly made my way back to the
street and continued to walk home, my mind filled with new thoughts.

That night, I laid in bed, and for the first time, thought of what I
had seen earlier in the day as I rubbed between my legs.  My body
responded differently than it had ever did before, and it felt
amazing.  Without even consciously doing it, I imagined myself in the
place of the older girl, with the kid draped across my lap.  I
pictured pulling her panties down, picking up the hairbrush, and
spanking her hard.  I imagined her squirming and kicking, but the more
she resisted and cried, the harder I spanked.  There was a rush like I
had never felt before, and soon I experienced the most intense orgasm
of my young life.

After that day, I did everything I could to try to witness spankings,
and I would lie awake, thinking of how I could one day administer a
spanking myself.  I also came up with many fantasies smacking and
whipping little girls.  In my dreams, I was in a position of authority
over children, usually a schoolteacher or headmistress or babysitter.
A child would soon disobey or backtalk or behave like a spoiled brat,
and I would have the opportunity to punish her.  The child was
consistently a preteen girl, right at that age where she thought she
knew everything and could get away with anything she wanted.  I would
strip the child naked, slapping her hard across the face if she
resisted.  I'd then position her for punishment and derive the most
incredible pleasure from whipping and beating her and making her
scream and cry in pain.  I would either bend the girl over a piece of
furniture and apply the paddle, strap, or cane to her bottom, or I
would lay her down on a bench or table and soundly whack the soles of
her bare feet with a hard wooden ruler or belt.  I did not think I was
a sadist, but in my dreams, it felt so good to reduce the naughty brat
to a howling, bawling baby who was completely under my control.  I
enjoyed the feeling of total power over the child, and I would always
wake up completely soaking wet from these dreams.  Several years ago,
I had even secretly started collecting spanking implements, thinking I
could somehow use them.  Every time I had babysat for a naughty little
girl in my neighborhood, I would promise myself I would give her what
she deserved, but I had always chickened out; I was always afraid of
being discovered.  The truth was that I could have easily given a
spanking and not gotten into any trouble, but I was always so self-
conscious about it.  I always found it so ironic and frustrating that
someone who would derive no enjoyment from spanking a child probably
would have easily spanked some of those girls I babysat, but I, who
yearned to give a good, hard spanking, could not bring myself to do
it.

Over the next couple of weeks, Katie and Emily became more and more
used to their new environment, and as they did, they started to behave
like a typical pair of bratty little girls.  They became slack about
during their chores, they would not come when called, and they would
regularly talk back to us.  I suspected Kelly knew exactly what needed
to be done, but it became apparent nothing was going to happen as long
as Mr. Walker was working out of the house.  I began to have daily
fantasies about disciplining the children; I would lie in bed at night
and imagine punishing them while I rubbed myself to hot orgasm.  It
didn't help that Katie and Emily looked and behaved exactly like the
little girls I imagined in my fantasies.  Sometimes, I would place a
couple of pillows on top of each other on the center of my bed,
retrieve a paddle or switch from my collection of implements, and
whack the pillows hard while I scolded out loud, imagining I had bent
one of the girls over them for punishment.  There was something about
actually standing at the side of the bed, holding a real implement in
my hand, and being able to administer hard whacks to an object which
produced a loud sound that made the whole experience seem much more
real than a fantasy; however, it still felt incomplete.  I wanted an
actual child to whip.  I wanted a naughty little girl struggling and
begging while I positioned her over those pillows.  I wanted to tell
her just how she was going to be punished and watch those tears start
to fall.  And most of all, I wanted to paddle her and strap her and
switch her good and hard while I elicited the most satisfying shrieks
and howls of pain from the little brat.  And that's exactly what I did
after falling asleep.  In my dreams, I was "Mistress Kara" and had
complete authority over Katie and Emily.  I would catch the girls
misbehaving, smack them hard across their know-it-all faces, and drag
them by their earlobes into the bedroom, twisting hard while they
cried.  I would bend Emily over the foot of her bed and whip her hard
with my belt as she wailed; then I would lay Katie down on the bed,
tie her ankles to each bed post, and use a long wooden ruler to whack
the soles of her feet, seeing which girl I could get to scream
louder.  In the morning I would wake up with their cries ringing in my
ears, dripping wet, and within 30 seconds of rubbing, I would once
again be overcome by an orgasm which would take my breath away.

Two weeks after the children arrived, everything changed.  Mr. Walker
left on a two-week business trip to Europe, and Kelly and I were left
alone with the girls.  On the day he left, Kelly entered Katie's room,
closed the door, and started talking in a loud voice.  I was in the
next room, and could only hear snippets of the lecture, but it was
apparent that Katie had failed to do all her morning chores, something
both Kelly and I had repeatedly admonished her for.  The voices got
louder, and there was a sudden commotion; I heard what sounded like
stomping, the scraping of a chair, and more frantic stomping,
accompanied by Katie's sudden shouts of "No!  No! You can't!"

I couldn't help but smile as I Realized what was going on, and I was
already getting wet from the thought.  A few seconds later, I heard
the unmistakable sounds of a spanking!  An actual spanking!  Right
here, in the next room, and it was real!  Katie's defiant cries of
"No!" quickly turned into cries of pain as the slaps rained down.

"Owww!  Stop!  You caaaaan't spank me!  Please!  I'm sorry!  I'm
sorry!  I'll do it!  I'll be gooooood!  Please stoooooooop!" Katie
squealed as she obviously realized she had gone too far.

I couldn't believe how quickly Katie's attitude was changing from one
of utter defiance into one of submission.  If I had ever needed proof
that physical punishment was the only way to deal with naughty little
girls, this was it.

I was a bit disappointed, however, as it did not sound as if Katie was
getting spanked on her bare bottom, and after what seemed like about
20 smacks, Kelly stopped the spanking.  I couldn't imagine Katie's
punishment was over, and I went out into the hall where I could hear
more clearly.  My sexual excitement had just started to mount, and it
was going to be a huge letdown if Kelly was going to allow this
spoiled little brat to get off with such a light spanking.  To my
surprise, Emily was already in the hall, listening with a shocked
expression on her face.

"You have two minutes, Katie, not a second longer," I heard Kelly
exclaim.  I wondered what that meant, but at that moment, Kelly
emerged from Katie's room and proceeded towards her own bedroom.  As
she passed by Emily, she grabbed her arm and said, "You come with me
right now; you have a good dose coming yourself!"  Next thing I knew,
both Kelly and Emily had disappeared into Kelly's bedroom.

Katie, tears streaming down her face, followed Kelly out of her room
and headed downstairs.  I quickly followed to find out what had
happened.  My mind was a blur and racing with possibilities.

"She wants me to cut a switch," said Katie miserably as she went
outside.

A switch!  I continued to follow her, my sexual excitement growing by
the second.

"What kind of a switch?" I eagerly wanted to know.  In my mind, I was
already picturing Katie kicking and screaming as a switch painted
bright red stripes on her naughty bottom.

"She told me to cut a hickory branch and make sure it's at least two
feet long," said Katie through muffled tears.

"What will she do to you if the switch is smaller?", I wanted to know.

"She didn't say, but I don't think I want to find out.  I'm really
scared!", she said.  I became even wetter, and my heart rate began to
increase.  All I could think about was that this naughty child was
about to get a sound whipping, and the thought turned me on like
nothing ever had.  I watched in amazement as Katie selected the
element of her coming punishment and walked upstairs to  Kelly's
bedroom.  Kelly closed her door after Katie entered, winking at me as
the door closed.  I could tell her face was flushed.  In a trance, I
knelt by the door to hear the sounds that would emerge.

"Remove your dress and skirt, girl," said Kelly.  Katie was crying
harder now.

"Stop that crying RIGHT NOW!!" Kelly instructed.  "You're going over
this bench whether you like it or not.  You DESERVE a spanking, and
that is PRECISELY what you're going to get.  Now I want you to come
over here, remove your sandals, take off your panties, and bend over.
It's time you learned what happens to disobedient children in this
house."

Katie gasped, stamping her feet in childish refusal.  "No, mommy, no,
noooooooo!!" she begged in keening, frantic tones.  "Don't make me
take them off, spank me over my panties, please mommy, you don't know
how awful it is, please don't..."  <SMACK!!>

"You GET those PANTIES down NOW!!" Kelly shouted as she slapped the
child hard, probably across the face.

"No mommy, no, please don't, I'm sorry, I'll do it, noooo..."

I reached down and began to rub myself.  My earlier concerns that
Kelly would go easy on this girl and not punish her the way she
deserved had now fully evaporated, and Katie was only half the
picture!  I smiled as I thought of Emily getting her "dose," curious
as to where she was right now in that room.  I began to wonder if
Kelly would ever let me inflict punishment on the girls; oh what I
wouldn't give to feel their naked little bodies draped across my lap,
squirming and wiggling as I whacked their naughty bottoms good and
hard with a paddle.  My thoughts were interrupted by Kelly's sharp
voice.

"All right, Katie, let's get you into position."

"Mommy, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Katie wailed, as she no doubt realized
her chances of escape were quickly approaching zero.

"Oh, you'll soon have something to wail about, you little brat," I
thought to myself as I pictured the now-naked girl bending over and
presenting her bare bottom for punishment.

Kelly then gave Katie another lecture about doing her chores, then
told her that she would not tolerate unruliness and that disobedient
little girls in this house "get spanked on the bare bottom."

The "bare bottom" was emphasized by Kelly, as if getting spanked on
the bare bottom was to be a rare occasion.  Of course, they were to
find out later that they were never to be punished any other way, as
it should be.

"I'm sorry mommy I didn't mean it really I didn't please don't spank
me..."

"Hold still and stop that wriggling!" Kelly ordered.  "And I don't
want to hear another word out of you, Katie!  You've had this coming
for weeks now, and this is one lesson you aren't going to forget in a
hurry!!"

After a brief pause at the end of Kelly's lecture, the switch made its
first appearance.

<Swish, CRACK!>  Katie screamed in pain.   <Swish, CRACK!> Again,
Katie howled and I began to feel an incredible heat between my legs.
Here was a little brat, getting the whipping of her life, and I was
listening!  How I wished I were the one wielding that switch.  "Beat
her, Kelly!" I whispered aloud as the whipping continued.  "Beat her
hard!  Punish her, and don't hold back!  That's right, make her
scream...Louder!  Louder!  Oh yeah, just like that!  You know this is
exactly what this child has deserved for weeks!"

<Swish-WHACK!> <Swish-CRACK!> <Swish-THWACK!>  The blows came
mercilessly, intertwined with Katie's shrieking, crying, and begging;
such lovely music to my ears.  My heat grew.  <Swish, CRACK>  <CRACK>
<CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK>
<CRACK>

The "spanking" continued for what seemed like an hour, but was
actually only a couple minutes after two dozen unbelievable lashes.
My female being was on fire at the end, and my legs were weak.  As I
got up to hurry away from the door, it opened, and Kelly motioned for
me to enter.  I noticed her face was fiery red, and she had a glint in
her eye.  I was embarrassed and excited at the same time.

I entered to find a scene straight out of my fantasies.  The 10-year-
old girl was completely naked and bent over a tall bench near the foot
of the bed, bawling loudly.  Her hands had been secured to the legs of
the bench, and her feet barely reached the ground, her toes just
brushing the carpet.  Her bottom looked incredible.  Long, red welts
covered the entire lower surface of Katie's bottom.  On the right
buttock, and on the right thigh, I saw yellow-purple blisters caused
by the end of the switch.  I let my eyes wonder the room, and in one
corner, I saw Emily, nose pressed against the wall, no doubt extremely
scared she was next, which I hoped she was.  Oh how badly I wanted to
strip her naked and beat her right then and there!

Drunk with passion, I couldn't think of anything to say.  I just
stared.  I finally managed to stammer, "This looks like a good way to
punish."

"It's the only proper way to punish a bratty little girl," Kelly
responded.  "Would you like to give her another half dozen strokes
with the hickory switch, to see how you like it?  Both girls need to
learn it's not just me who is in charge of discipline."

I almost had an orgasm right then and there.  Had I heard correctly?
Katie began to protest but Kelly quickly silenced her by giving her
five hard spanks to her very sore and red bottom.  This of course only
silenced her protests; her cries increased in volume.

"Make it a full dozen for that outburst; she needs to learn that
children in this house shall not speak unless they are spoken to,
especially during punishment," Kelly said curtly.  She was about to
hand me the switch when she suddenly paused, eyeing her watch.

"I didn't realize the time; I have to be at a hair appointment in 15
minutes.  We can continue this another time."

My heart sank.  I was so close...Too close.  I had to do something.
Mustering up as much courage as I could, I said, "No need to wait till
later; how about you go to your appointment, and I'll deal with Katie
and Emily?"

I was worried my voice would sound shaky or too eager or somehow not
just right, but it sounded good, and I seemed to have struck the right
chord with Kelly, since she paused and seemed to consider it.

"I don't know, Kara.  Do you have experience whipping children?" she
finally asked.

"Yes I do," I said with a level of confidence that surprised me.
"When I was a few years younger, I was regularly asked by a family who
lived on our street to baby-sit their three daughters.  They were an
Eastern European family and very strict and insisted I spank the girls
whenever they misbehaved, which was quite often."

"What kind of spankings?" Kelly asked.  It had worked beautifully;
none of what I had just told Kelly was of course true, but it didn't
matter.  I had played out dozens of spanking fantasies in my head, and
it was second nature to come up with a believable story line.  I now
had to continue it and answer her; no way was I going to risk Kelly
changing her mind and lose the opportunity to punish Katie, and maybe
even Emily if I was lucky.  I wanted it so badly, I could taste it.

"There were three basic rules," I said, trying to choose my next words
carefully.  I had reached the pivotal moment; if Kelly were the type
who believed a child needed to be spanked as a last resort and only
for her own good, it was critical I came across as being strict but
still gentle.  On the other hand, if Kelly believed that little girls
simply needed hard spankings as a matter of course to learn to behave,
and if she maybe even enjoyed giving a spanking, it was in my interest
to sound very strict and unsympathetic towards the child; just like a
disciplinarian.  I had no idea if Kelly was anything like me and got
sexually aroused by the sound spanking of children, but based on what
I had observed so far, I decided Kelly fell much more into the latter
camp than the former, and I chose what I said next accordingly.

"I had to give all spankings on the bare bottom, I had to use an
implement at some point throughout the spanking, and I was not allowed
to stop spanking until the girl was loudly screaming and crying."

Kelly's face broke out in a smile.  "Now those are exactly the kind of
rules used by parents who know what they are doing.  If more people
had such rules, I guarantee you we wouldn't have bratty kids screaming
and running wild in restaurants and stores.  How old were the girls,
and what type of implements did you use on them?"

I knew I had won her over.  The rest was just icing on the cake.

"They were 8, 9, and 11.  The naughtiest little brats you could
imagine, except for perhaps Katie and Emily.  Most of the time, I
would bend the girl over my lap and use a paddle on her, or position
her over the back of a chair and whip her with a leather strap."
Talking to Kelly about the punishment of children like this was
turning me on beyond belief, and I debated if I should say something
about whacking naughty little girls on the soles of their feet, but I
decided against it.  If everything went well here, there would be
ample opportunity to discuss punishment techniques later.

"Did you ever feel the spankings you had to give were too harsh?"

I was now in my element, and I smiled back.  "No, I never did.  Sure
the girls would be bawling by the time I was done with a spanking, but
that was the point; the punishment was meant to hurt."

"Okay, it sounds like you can more than handle things with Katie while
I am gone."

"And Emily?  You had promised her a dose as well."

"Give her a dozen as well.  If either of them give you any trouble,
any trouble at all, tell me, and I'll personally tend to them myself
when I come back."

It was over; I had done it.  I was about to live out my fantasy!
Hoping I was doing a good job of keeping my excitement in check, I
said, "Don't worry, they are going to get exactly what they deserve.
You will find two very sorry little girls waiting for you when you
return."

"I'm sure I will," she said as she handed me the switch, and with a
smile, excused herself.

When I held the switch in my hand, I felt an electric current course
through me.  It was going to happen; it was *ACTUALLY* going to
happen.  I had finally done it; I was alone with the naughtiest little
girl I could imagine, and I had full authority to inflict harsh
physical punishment.  Here I was, me, in a position of complete power,
a two-foot length of hickory in my hand, a spoiled and bratty preteen
bared and ready for discipline before me (and one waiting in the
corner), and it was no dream.  I couldn't believe it; it *really* was
happening!  "Mistress Kara" was *actually* going to soundly whip and
beat these disobedient, insolent children into submission, and I found
myself consumed by an overwhelming sense of triumph and pleasure.  I
stared at the blond, pigtailed little brat before me, and she was all
mine!  Mine to discipline, mine to punish, mine to thrash!  I had
dreamed of this moment since the girls' arrival, and I now had every
intention of taking full advantage of my position of power to
thoroughly enjoy myself and make Katie pay for her disobedience and
insolence.  I thought about her constant haughty attitude, how she
felt free to repeatedly backtalk with impunity, and I began to
experience The most intense desire to hurt this girl, to make her
suffer, to watch her writhe and shriek as I gleefully beat her with my
switch good and hard.  It was an incredibly powerful feeling, and the
greatest aphrodisiac I had ever felt.  I flicked the switch lightly
against my left palm and couldn't believe the sting.  If a light tap
on my hand could hurt this much, a full-force, good hard stroke on a
naughty bare bottom must feel like absolute fire!  I now realized the
sheer magnitude of the pain I was about to inflict, and I felt hot
juices begin to run down my legs.

I decided to wait a few more minutes to let Katie gain as much of her
composure as she could; the quieter she was when I began the whipping,
the better.  I wanted to elicit fresh howls and screams from the girl,
so I could fully enjoy the severity and effectiveness of the
punishment.  While I waited, I took advantage of the time to run my
hands over the child's bottom.  It was hot to the touch, and I could
easily feel the raised welts caused by the earlier switching.  I began
to slowly massage the area, concentrating especially on her sit-spot,
where I intended to deliver the majority of the strokes.  Katie
relaxed slightly, and I realized she probably thought I was trying to
alleviate the hot burning of her little bottom.  In fact, my goal was
the exact opposite; I wanted to prevent the numbing of the area.  I
knew that after an extended pause during physical punishment, the
skin's nerves had a tendency to go to sleep, so to speak, and I wanted
to make certain all the nerve endings were wide awake when I resumed
her discipline.  My sexual excitement was growing by the second, and
after a couple of minutes, I could no longer postpone the moment.

I approached the child and raised the switch high.  In a stern voice,
I said, "This is what happens to little girls who don't do their
chores!" and swung the switch.

In a split second, all the years of fantasy were suddenly turned into
reality.  This was no pillow before me; this was the bare bottom of a
real flesh and blood child, one who deserved physical punishment like
none other.  I intended to make this hurt, and I flicked my wrist to
maximize the speed.  I heard a swish as the switch descended, felt it
slice the air, and rotated my body to put more force behind it.  An
instant later, the switch made contact with the child's upturned
bottom, producing a loud and satisfying THWACK!!

Up until this very moment, I had often wondered whether the feelings I
would experience if I ever got to administer physical punishment for
real would be the same as in my fantasies.  Just because the thought
of myself whipping and beating a naughty child gave me incredible
pleasure, would I derive the same pleasure if the child were real and
not imagined?  I had heard parents use the expression, "This hurts me
more than it hurts you;" what if I felt sorry for the little girl  and
wanted to stop?  Well, I now had an answer.  The feelings which began
to surface were unlike anything I could have imagined; they were much
stronger than anything I had experienced during any fantasy.  The
switch left behind a glowing red welt, and I felt a surge of power
like never before.  What happened over the next several seconds was
incredible; Katie writhed over the bench, kicked both her feet in the
air, and threw her head back and screamed in pain.  My sexual
excitement reached new heights as I watched; her reaction to the pain
I had just inflicted gave me the most intense feeling of satisfaction
I had ever experienced.  There was an incredible rush of excitement,
and I felt a savage joy at hearing the sounds of the child's
suffering.  I stood transfixed as the reality of the situation began
to hit me.  I had just whacked a child!  An actual, naughty, bratty,
disobedient little child who thought she called the shots around
here.  And not only had I just whacked her, I now had an overpowering
urge to whack her again and again, over and over, good and hard, until
she learned just what I do to naughty little girls in my charge.  I
was overcome with the hot burning lust to inflict pain and revel in
it, to fully indulge myself and not hold back.  No more being self-
conscious like when I used to baby-sit; I was going to turn Katie into
one very sorry and contrite little girl, and I wasn't going to be
satisfied until I had her howling and screaming at the top of her
lungs.

I couldn't help but grin broadly as I raised the switch again and
began to soundly whip her lower bottom and thighs.  Katie bucked
furiously, her blond pigtails swishing up and down.  Each stroke was
followed by a shrill, piercing scream which sent waves of pleasure
right to my private parts, intensifying the fire between my legs to a
level I didn't think possible.  A few minutes ago, I had thought
nothing could feel better than listening to this disobedient child
receive her punishment, but I was wrong.  It was so much more
gratifying to soundly thrash the naughty little brat myself, to
inflict the pain that forced her to acknowledge my authority over
her.  I repeatedly brought the switch down with sadistic glee, making
sure to cross as many previous welts as possible to ensure the girl
felt the maximum pain, and judging by her reactions, the punishment
was having the desired effect.  In my fantasies, I had sometimes
wondered whether the constant and unmitigated screams of real children
getting thrashed would annoy me, but I now learned nothing could be
further from the truth.  I found it incredibly satisfying to make this
insolent little child shriek and cry across that bench, such lovely
music to my ears.  I raised my voice and began to loudly scold her as
I continued to punish.

"So you think you are going to misbehave and get away with it, huh
little brat?" <Swish, WHACK!>
"YIIIIIIIIEIEEEEEEEEIIIIIIOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!  NOOOOOO!"

"You think I am going to tolerate disobedience and backtalk from a 10-
year-old girl?  HUH?!!" <Swish, WHACK!>  "YIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE-
HAAAAAAAAA!!!  WAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOO!  PLEEEEZE!  It HUUUUURTS!"

"Oh, that hurts, huh child?  Does it?  Good!  I want it to hurt.  You
are a naughty little girl, and it's about time someone put you in your
place!"  <Swish, WHACK!>  "Aiiiieeiiieeeiaaaaaaaah!! Ieeee-aaaa-
haaaah! NOOOOO!  PLEEEEZE!!  Waaaaaah!  I'm SORRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!
Waaaaaaah!"

"Oh you're sorry, huh?  Well, that's not good enough.  I'm in charge,
and I'm going to make sure you are severely punished!  Where's your
haughty attitude now, little girl?  Huh?!  HUH?!"  <Swish, WHACK!>
"YIIIIEEEEEEIIIAAWWWWWWW!  WAAAAAAH-HAAAAA-HAAAA!  NO MORE!
PLEEEEEZE!  WAAAAAAH! I BE GOOOOOOD!  WAAAAAAH!!!"

I was almost shouting to be heard over Katie's anguished wails and
cries; it was absolutely thrilling to scold her like this, to beat the
girl with the switch as I sternly said, "HUH?!"  I was taking great
pleasure from every stroke, every crack of hickory on bare skin, every
shriek and howl of pain and terror and helplessness.  She was begging
and pleading for the whipping to end, and it only served to further
fuel my desire to thrash her as hard as I could.  The girl was
powerless, she had to just lie there and take it!  I gleefully
continued the discipline, relishing the power I held over her.

"Imagine, only 10 years old, and she thinks she doesn't have to follow
the rules or obey her elders.  Oh believe me, little girl, you are
going to learn to obey!  Don't you ever forget that you are a CHILD!!!
And do you know just how I deal with an unruly child who thinks she is
in charge, huh?  HUH?!!!  Take *THAT*!!!"  <Swish, WHACK!>
"YIIIIIEEEEEEEEEOWWW!!!"

"And *THAT*!!!"  <Swish, WHACK!>
"YIIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAAAIIIIIIAAAAAAA!!!!  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"And *THAT*!!!" <Swish, WHACK!>  "Waaaiiieeeeooowww!!! <sob> Waaaaaah!
<sob> Waaaaaaah!"

Katie was howling and bawling at the top of her lungs, and I was in
total ecstasy.  The power and control I had over this child was
intoxicating, and I was on the verge of an orgasm.  It was now that I
understood my true nature; nothing else could ever give me the kind of
sexual gratification that I was deriving from severely beating this
disobedient child into submission.  I realized then and there I could
never be satisfied with just this one experience and had to plan
accordingly.  I was starting college next year; I imagined a career in
education.  I could have an entire classroom full of naughty little
girls for me to whip.  Or what about social work?  I could start an
orphanage for preteen girls.  And that did it; the thought of an
entire orphanage full of bratty little girls who desperately needed
physical punishment pushed me over the edge.

My body began tingling all over, and as I delivered the 12th and final
stroke, I felt myself orgasm as the little girl once again screamed in
pain.  It was the most glorious and intense orgasm I had ever had, and
I pressed my legs together as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded
through my body, the child's  shrieks echoing in my ears as I relished
my private pleasure.  I watched fascinated as Katie's body bucked and
trembled violently, her bare feet kicking wildly in an attempt to rid
herself of the pain. Her mouth was open wide, taking in gulps of air
between her anguished howls.  Crocodile tears rolled down her face and
onto the carpet.  It took all my willpower not to grab her ankles,
raise her feet into the air, and apply the switch good and hard to her
bare soles.  Little did I know that it would only be a week later when
I would get to strap both sisters to this same bench, remove their
flip-flops, and whack each girl long and hard on the soles of her bare
feet with an 18-inch wooden ruler.  But that's a story for another
time.

I waited a few minutes for Katie to calm down, then undid the straps
binding her hands to the legs of the bench.

"Alright, child, On your feet!  Get up and stand in the corner, hands
behind your head," I ordered, already getting aroused again.  I
debated asking Katie questions like whether she had learned her
lesson, or whether the punishment had hurt and if she was now ready to
obey, but I decided against it.  Although it would have been fun, I
didn't want to unnecessarily delay, in case Kelly came home sooner
than expected.  Katie was taking up valuable bench space, as it were,
and I could hardly wait to put Emily across it, this time fully
experiencing the entire punishment process myself, from beginning to
end.

The bawling child struggled to her feet and stumbled toward the corner
that was still free and unoccupied.  I smiled with satisfaction as my
eyes fixed on the very red, inflamed skin, the pattern of livid welts
all across the round, little bottom that bounced as the well-punished
girl walked painfully towards the far end of the room to take up her
position in the corner.  "Stand still and don't even thinking of
turning around or getting your nose out of the corner.  Any movement
from you, little girl, and I won't hesitate to put you back over this
bench for another good thrashing!" I exclaimed.  I now turned my
attention to Emily.

To be continued...

I welcome any feedback, and please tell me if you would like to see a
part 2.  I have just begun work on it but probably will not continue
if no one here is interested.

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