Page 35 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

Troy hears the sadness in her voice, and it hurts him to know his sister has been in pain and he hadn’t been there for her. For a brief moment he questions if it’s fair to punish her for being sad, but the feeling is gone as quick as it came. She earned this punishment and more importantly, she needs this punishment. She needs the peace that will come after. The freedom of releasing her guilt. Without the punishment, she will just revert to punishing herself with self-doubt and loathing tomorrow in the light of day. No, better to put this to rest tonight before they go to bed so tomorrow they can try to have a fresh start.

The warmup is done. Leaving his sister draped over the stool, Troy walks to the kitchen island to retrieve their mother’s wooden hairbrush. As he picks it up, memories of his parents return. Knowing his father had used this exact implement to discipline his family many times over the years, each time to keep them safe and guide them, makes his job a bit easier.

‘If it was good enough for Dad, it’s good enough for me.’

Returning to the chastised spankee in the middle of the room, Troy can feel the tension pouring off her body as she awaits the next phase of her punishment. He takes a minute to touch the cool skin of her lower back, hoping to help her relax a bit. He had briefly considered continuing on her bare bottom, but he just can’t. It would be too weird.

The brush feels heavy in his right hand as he steps close enough to wrap his left hand across her back, helping to hold her tightly to him, preventing her from flailing.

His first strike of the flat side of the large brush is too tentative. He’s out of practice. Her squeak confirms his next strike is better… or worse depending on your point of view. He delivers the first dozen slaps with the brush slowly, spreading them evenly across her bottom, giving her time to adjust to the growing power behind each swing. Troy hesitates after the first dozen, long enough to take a cleansing breath for himself and allowing Traci’s soft cries to be heard in the otherwise quiet room.

Steeling himself, Troy begins in earnest. The punishment has truly begun as the strong smacks of wood come fast, yet methodical. Three hard swats to one spot. Three hard swats a few inches away. Again and again, Troy pelts her ass until every inch of her lower cheeks have been walloped a good one.

Her sit spots are next. Moving the brush lower, he keeps his fast pace, alternating back and forth until he hears his sister start sobbing. As he’d suspected might happen, she’s let go of the stool’s lower wrung and is trying to push up and away. Troy uses his left arm to hold her in place.

“Traci, that’s enough. Stop your moving and put your hands back down. We aren’t done yet.”

“Oh, God. It’s too much. Pleassseee.”

Troy stops long enough to use both hands to guide her back into position. He knows the punishment must continue if he’s to ensure there is never a repeat of her performance tonight.

Once he settles her, he resumes the next helping of spanking with a side of lecture.

“Tell me again, why are you being punished, Traci?”

When she doesn’t answer, he delivers a fast volley of a half dozen swats before stopping, waiting for her response. He patiently waits for her crying to diminish to demand her reply again. He’s surprised at the defiance that’s returned to her voice. “Because you’re being a big jerk, that’s why. I can’t believe you’re spanking me, Troy! I mean really spanking me. It hurts!”

Troy swoops in quick to squelch the attitude with both words and the unforgiving brush. “Damn straight it hurts. It’s supposed to. More importantly, you need it to hurt because the next time you get the bright idea to drink and drive or pick up strangers in a bar, I want you to remember this night and think twice, do you hear me?” He hasn’t let up one bit through his entire rant. If anything, he has bumped up the force he is using, and her sobs have returned. He wants her to learn her lesson. “Tell me, Trace. Do I have your attention now? Are you listening?”

“Yes! I’m listening. Please stop! I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Honey, you’re already good. You just made a couple bad choices is all. You are still the beautiful, intelligent sister that I love more than anyone else on this planet.”

“Troy, if you love me, you’ll stop. It’s too much!” She continues to struggle to free herself from his restraint.

Troy delivers a final dozen with the brush, before stopping. He throws the brush the few feet over to the love seat. To her credit, she stays in position as she lays there, vulnerably recovering. There’s one final important safety rule she’d broken tonight, and he decides to add it to his lecture, hoping he can end the spanking.

“Okay, next topic. I tried to text you and phone you at least a half dozen times tonight. Why didn’t you answer me? If you had, you’d have known I was here waiting for you. If you had answered, you could have asked me to come get you so you didn’t have to drive. So many problems could have been solved. Where was your phone?” Crickets.

“Trace?”

She doesn’t answer the question, but instead tries to wiggle away from him. “Can you move your arm so I can stand up now?”

“Watch your tone and no, you may not stand. I like you in this position so if I don’t like your answers, it will be easy to start round two.”

“Oh come on. You have to be kidding me.” When he continues to subdue her against the stool, she finally stops pressing up and answers with an attitude. “How was I supposed to know you would be calling me?”

“Well, for starters, have I ever not called you on your birthday?”

“Well, no, but…”

“Tell me. Where was your phone?”

“I left it in my car, okay? The battery was about dead anyway. I don’t have a car charger and I wanted to save what little battery I had for the drive home, but…”

“But, what?”

She is trying to stand up again, but he doesn’t allow it. Her precarious position obviously has not convinced her to check her sassy attitude. “It was dead when I got back out to my car. It didn’t matter anyway since Ronnie was following me home.”

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