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“Evelyn, come here.” Sibella said in a voice that would make anyone listen. Well, anyone but me. I was feeling particularly bratty and was not in the mood to listen to her or anyone for that matter.
“Make me.” I challenged, staring directly into her eyes.
“Fine.” She stated, charging toward me. My confidence immediately faltered as she pinched my ear between two fingers and dragged me toward the couch.
“Ow! Sibella!” I complained, but my complaints fell on deaf ears as Sibella hauled me over her knee and pulled down my sweatpants and underwear. “Sibella!”
“Listen to me, Evelyn.” She scolded, swatting much harder than she would for what the situation called for. Jesus, I had really pushed her buttons. “You do not get to treat me this way just because you’re feeling like a brat.”
“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed.
“I’m sure you are now that you’re receiving the consequences of your actions.” Sibella reasoned. “But now is the time to listen, not speak. You don’t get to take your feelings out on me.”
“I know!” I exclaimed, squirming as she lit up my behind.
“Quit squirming or you’re getting the hairbrush.” Sibella warned, but I wasn’t in the mood to listen. “Listen to me, Evelyn, you are not in charge here. I advise you to listen to me if you want to sit down comfortably this week.”
“Sibella, let me up.” I tried, pushing against her lap. She pushed me down by the middle of my back and swatted my sit spots before pausing.
“Go get the hairbrush.” Sibella ordered. I stayed in place.
“No.” I responded, sniffling.
“Yes, Evelyn. You aren’t in charge here.” Sibella barked, making me jump.
“Fine.” I sighed. I began to pull up my pants but she swatted my hands out of the way.
“Pants are a privilege you don’t have right now.” Sibella stated. I groaned but covered my butt as I walked up the stairs, embarrassed and bare assed. I reluctantly grabbed the hairbrush and brought it downstairs. I handed it to her and she took it with a small ‘thank you’ before pulling me back over her lap. My butt was already smarting and I wasn’t excited for the hairbrush by any means.
“This will be easier for you the more still you stay, Evelyn.” Sibella warned, resting the cool hairbrush on my burning bottom.
“Yes, ma’am.” I whined, finally subdued. I tucked my arms under me so I wouldn’t reach them back and braced myself for the first swat. Apparently I didn’t brace enough, yelping as she landed swat after swat to my poor, poor behind. “Sibella, that hurts!” I exclaimed.
“Good. It’s supposed to.” She replied simply. “Maybe you won’t be such a brat for a while and maybe you’ll learn to listen to me the first time. I do not make idle threats. You should know this.”
“I know, Sibella, please,” I whimpered, doing my best to keep from squirming. The sting was building up to an uncomfortable pain and I was wishing I could be anywhere else.
“Save your begging. You’re going to be here for a while.” She warned, and I burst into tears.
“Please, Sibella, I’m sorry!” I tried. I really was sorry for the way I treated her. “I just wanted attention!”
“Well you have it now, don’t you?” She stated, moving to my sit spots and swatting them over and over again. “Why are you in this position?”
“Because I was being a brat.” I whimpered.
“Yes. And little brats deserve red bottoms, don’t they?” She questioned. I blushed and groaned but nodded. “I need to hear you say it, Evelyn.”
“Brats deserve red bottoms.” I whispered, my face surely matching my bottom.
“And you were quite the brat weren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I whined. “Can we please be done now?”
“Well, because you asked…” Sibella started. “No.”
“You’re mean!” I exclaimed, squirming as much as I could in her hold.
“I’ve been told that before, yes.” She reminisced, bringing the hairbrush down over and over again. “Will you be a brat next time I tell you to do something?”
“No, ma’am!” I whined, drumming my toes on the floor to distract myself from the excruciating sting in my butt.
“Good girl. We’re done.” Sibella cooed, setting the hairbrush down in my eyeline before gently rubbing soothing circles on my butt. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m so sorry, Sibella.” I cried, letting her comfort me. She helped me stand before pulling me back into her lap, this time right side up. “I won’t be a brat again. I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” She chuckled, patting my burning bottom a few times in warning. I pouted at her and squirmed before resting my head on her shoulder.
“It hurts.” I muttered.
“Good.” Was her only reply.