Netty Learns the Painful Way to Trust and not Mistrust!

There was no mistaking I was definitely in trouble again, I'd had problems which were seriously affecting my health and as usual because Aunty Vicki cared about me she was far from happy!

So last Friday I found myself travelling up to see her. My emotions were running riot, I'd not seen her for nearly a year and I couldn't wait, but at the same time I was apprehensive - not wholly because I knew what I was going to get, but because due to the problems I'd been having she was only one of many of my closest friends etc. whom I'd shut out of my life. I knew deep down I would be greeted like the prodigal son/daughter but as many of you can possibly appreciate I'd had the lecture by email and to me the testing time would be when we finally met up again real time.

So I finally found myself standing on her doorstep and suddenly there she was and once inside I found myself in the tightest warmest embrace that I so longed for and I found myself thinking 'what the heck was I so worried about.' It was as if all those months of silence hadn't existed.

It was a wonderful weekend, despite her having me running around making her cups of tea every 5 minutes, and come Monday I was totally relaxed and certainly felt 100 percent better than I did ....... errrrrrr but that didn't last for long!

I was due to travel home again Monday morning and Aunty Vicki was going to make sure I had a none too comfortable journey! (I don't recommend spending 6 hours driving on a freshly spanked sore bottom its no picnic! lol ) But I knew whatever she decided to dish out I well and truly deserved it; I'd put myself and others through worry which they certainly did not deserve!

So the inevitable happened - after another lecture about believing in myself and taking care of myself I found myself inspecting the cushions of Aunty Vicki's settee! Now I know how hard she can spank and make naughty nieces and nephews truly sorry for playing up, but I guess as it had been nearly 12 months since she'd last spanked me I'd kinda forgotten just how much it hurts! and it didn't take long before I was squirming and yelping across her knee. I knew she was determined to get her message through to me and make me realise just how displeased she was with me and I knew I deserved everything I got! The lecture and spanking seemed to go on for an eternity and its difficult to listen to someone when you feel you’re never going to have a bottom after they've finished with it, but when each message is driven home with the aid of one of Aunty Vicki's dreaded slippers you certainly DO take notice!

I have never been known to cry during a punishment, yes afterwards, as I finding being spanked very cathartic, but I cried on Monday. I don't know if it was the pain, or whether it was because I knew I'd upset Aunty Vicki with my actions or it was a great release of emotions that had been building up over the past months, or a combination of them all but when she'd finished and made me stand up I was crying like a well chastised little girl!

I'd taken along my digital camera and Aunty Vicki decided it would be a good idea for me to have some shots of my bottom so I had a constant reminder of what happens when I behave in the manner I had. So, like a naughty girl, I was made to stand there whilst she again admonished me and took the pictures.

Then finally came the wonderful cuddle, the cuddle that says "yes you've been naughty, but you've been punished and now its all over with........" This to me is as important as the punishment itself because it makes me realise that no matter how hard I get spanked or for what reason, at the end of the day Aunty Vicki only spanks me because she loves me and cares about me and wants me to make her proud of me, and all these things on their own help me realise that no matter where I am or whatever trouble I'm in there's always someone there to help me, and the sore bottom which I still have plus the photos will jolt me back to reality each time I decide to go off on one again.

I've been very brave and included one of the photos with this story as a reminder to anyone who like myself may be a doubting Thomas at times, or maybe thinking no one cares, because it shows just how much someone does care because my poor bottom wouldn't be in the state that the photo shows if Aunty Vicki didn't care!

Thank you Aunty Vicki for all that you do for me!

Lady Pandora's Reply

Netty and I have known each other for about four years. As is the case with many of us, when we "grow up" we miss the guidelines and discipline that showed as right from wrong when we were younger. We find it hard to discipline ourselves (no, not self-spanking!) and need some help to put things back into perspective from time to time.

Netty had already informed me of the problems she was facing and, as she says, she came to stay for the weekend. We spent a lot of time talking and then, on Monday, it was time for her to make atonement for her transgressions.

It annoys me when people think that any form of CP/Discipline must be a punishment; this just is not the case. With Netty, it is more a case of giving her an incentive to think properly and amend her attitudes in a caring way. Yes, I spank Netty and I use the slippers on her, but I do not punish her. She knows that I spank her because I care enough to.

Through CP Netty is dealing with issues from her past in a safe, sane and totally consensual manner.

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