The old house was eerily quiet.
Alice understood that the moment of truth was at hand. There would be no last second pardon from the governor. There would be no escape.
It was a long, sad walk to the washroom, bottom bare already, arm-in-arm with her executioner (her own stepmother). How could this be happening again?
Alice was due a spanking and in this case, it might just be a life-changing one. It was certainly overdue in any case. And the whole time, she was going to be expected to hold a bar of soap in her mouth.
A little cherry on top of her humiliation sundae.
So much for free speech! So much for feeling like a big girl adult! Alice was expected to hold her tongue and act like a proper lady. Why was it so difficult? Her stepmother held her to a high standard. Falling short meant an afternoon of tears, shame and regret. It wasn't fair! Her younger stepbrother stopped getting spanked years ago.
As soon as she thought those words she realized that perhaps her quick temper was one of the leading causes of her frequently possessing a sore bottom. Or, at the very least, was the reason for that awful soap crammed between her teeth.
It was a double-edged sword. Her father and brother were sent away on errands, so they wouldn't be able to hear or see her punishment, but it was obvious what was going to happen. Alice's brother was practically smirking at the lunch table, for fuck's sake. It was a nightmare!
For a moment, she thought she might collapse in the hallway, dress pinned up, bare ass pointed to the ceiling, and start begging and pleading. Kiss her stepmother's feet.
Mommy, I don't want a spanking! I'm too old to be spanked! I'm sorry! I promise I'll be a good girl from now on!
All the old promises. So pathetic.
Somehow she managed to keep herself from losing all dignity in the preamble. For the spanking itself, she could never be sure. She felt like such a fool already and the tears were always close...
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