Forever Young (for cripmeister)

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Daniella had not considered the logistical difficulties inherent in "grounding" under the circumstances, but once Guiliana pointed it out, she looked down at the floor again and nodded, seeing her point. It wouldn't make sense. But she wanted to do SOMETHING to atone for what she'd done.
It suddenly dawned on her that she'd said the part about sneaking out, out loud, and again looked embarrassed.



"I....I wouldn't do it th..this time", she said meekly, but still saw the woman's point, looking at her a bit nervously, but she wasn't afraid by any reasonable stretch of the word. She wanted to be back in her surrogate "mother's" good book.



So when she was told to remove her belt, she did so, without complaining, though the reason she didn't complain or try to argue was that she was confused - having no idea what she would want with her belt? Maybe she'd decided that she couldn't wear jeans anymore? But where would she get something else? And she couldn't just run around without...well.....pants on?

As little as she realized she'd spoken aloud the part about sneaking out of a grounding, she realized that she'd spoken these garbled thoughts aloud too, but she did hand Giuliana her belt as requested, and looked at her with a confused expression on her face.


When she was told, however, what Guiliana intended to use the belt for, her eyes widened in shock, and any mortals anywhere near the vicinity of the "real" location of that room would have sensed an immediate and very noticeable drop in temperature. Her hands immediately flew to her butt.


"B...but...I....I've never....no one...my...my parents didn't....", she tried to find the right words time and again, and the shock failed her.
It wasn't fear as such in her body language. Crossing the boundary between worlds had stripped most of the pretense away from her, and she wasn't even able to pretend it was actual fear. What it was, though, was nervousness and uncertainty. She fidgeted a little bit, and started to sound younger than she was.

"I...I don't want....that....", she said in a small voice, but - noticeably - she remained very much in Guiliana's presence. She didn't try to flee, or anything else of the matter. She just stood there. A million different emotions running through her head at this moment.

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To Giuliana's relief Daniella had promptly obeyed in unbuckling her belt, sliding it through the loops of her jeans and holding it out to her. It was not that she particularly feared refusal or rebellion, but this was a totally new experience for her (a rare thing in her current existence) and every step that went smoothly and as planned helped to boost her confidence.

She was able to notice Daniella's thoughts as she handed over the belt, even though they were not intended to be heard, and they gave her a moment's pause. Firstly she needed to put the teen's garbled expressions into some kind of comprehensible form, and after that she had to take a second to understand what she was thinking.

'No Daniella' she said gently, dealing with each of the girls' thoughts in turn, 'I am not going to forbid you from wearing those - although you might consider such a change... that is a conversation for another time than this. As you point out you do not have any alternatives at the moment, and it would be quite improper for you to be going around undressed in that fashion.' It did occur to her that if Daniella were to require this sort of correction again, such exposure might well be a part, if Giuliana's own upbringing was an inspiration. So she left that sentence for the moment. She still needed to clarify things for the girl.

'Daniella, I am going to spank you.' She said matter of factly, assuming that the idea would be natural enough to any youth. Even if some adults tried to avoid such things for older children, and some children were well behaved enough to avoid it from their parents, teachers or any responsible adult (the category in which Giuliana was acting in this case), the idea that a painful bottom was a common consequence for misbehaviour and poor judgement was surely universal.

'As we have just said, options for how to deal with this are somewhat limited' she continued, with the idea that Daniella might not have experienced a spanking for some time before her arrival, or perhaps her parents had never taken a belt to her backside, and so she might need a little explanation of why it was being chosen now. 'And where we are now we have no resources in this room and you will not feel much at all through those denim trousers, which is why I am going to use your belt. Now come along and let us get on with it.' That should be enough, she thought.

However it was evidently not, as Daniella's outburst demonstrated, and explained clearly enough, even though her words failed her. Giuliana frowned slightly - not from anger, but from surprise. 'You mean your parents didn't use a belt... or your parents - or anyone - never warmed your backside at all? Really Daniella?' Her skepticism was momentary, as the girl was evidently totally sincere. This took her aback slightly, but she quickly recovered and pressed on.

'Well, that is a surprise Daniella, and I understand your confusion now. Although surely you must have known this happened to others? No matter... Now look Daniella, if you really have never experienced such a thing before... I can see why you do not want it, but honestly, as I have just explained there are not many options.' Her tone for this had been kindly, but she hoped she was still keeping an authoritative note to her presence.

If you have any viable suggestions I will hear them, but if not I think we would both be happier to get this over with so we can both move on, hmm?' she continued in the same tone, giving Daniella a comforting hand on her shoulder (that which was not holding the girl's belt). After giving her a chance to respond, she patted her gently and took a step back.

'Come on then Daniella, let us deal with the matter. I suggest you bend over the end of the bed there and hold on to the frame.' She gestured to the old iron bed-frame, the fot of which came up to about waist height, with the frame and springs at knee level; at the same time she assessed the belthttps://www2.hm.com/en_gb/productpage.0673396015.html in her hand and how best to use it for what she needed. It was rather lightweight and feminine in contrast to the trousers it had been holding up, and not like the heavy man's belt the experience of which had influenced her decision, but she was confident she could get her message across with it. Taking the tip and passing it through the loop by the buckle, she doubled the belt in half and pinched it firmly at the midpoint to fold the loop flat, leaving a double layer of leather a suitable length for laying across a deserving bottom.

She took a slightly wider stance and reached out her arm to lay the belt across the target to check she was an appropriate distance away - all of these preparations completed with a careful and scientific attitude. Once they had all been made, she tapped the business end firmly on the palm of her left hand with a steady glance at its intended recipient.

'Well Daniella, I hope this will do the job my explanation did not, and you learn your lesson. Stay still and hold tight, I do not want you leaping up, shifting around and making a fuss until we are done ok?'

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Daniella of course knew what a spanking was - that's why she was 100% certain she didn't want one. She'd only been exposed to the concept in old movies and comic strips, so she'd always associated it with something unreal, even though Fatima, her best friend, had confided in her that she got it on occasion.



But the thought of it happening to HER was...no, she was very much not a fan of that. But she saw the resolve in the woman's body language and heard it in her voice, and gulped. She felt bad about having disrupted and damaged Guiliana's space and routine, and if this was what was needed to rectify that....then she was willing to accept it. She trusted the woman, after all. And besides: Fatima had still adored her parents, and vice-versa, so how bad could it really be?
She looked a bit sheepishly at Guiliana and asked in the same way:

"Wh....what do I do?"


When she was instructed to bend over the end of the bed, she gulped, but did as she was told, her shortened form not tall enough to reach all the way forward, but she obeyed instructions as well as she could, holding on to whatever she could reach.
She would have blushed if blood had still been flowing through her veins, as she felt so exposed, so vulnerable in this position. She could hear Guiliana doing something behind her back, but she couldn't see it, she could only see the wall in front of her, and began to whimper a little in anticipation.


When she heard Guiliana's instructions, she nodded her agreement, though of course she couldn't know, at the moment, what she was agreeing to, or how difficult it would be.
And to make matters worse, she could feel her jeans starting to slide down a bit, now that the belt was no longer there to keep them in place. She stood up a little bit to pull them back up, before resuming the position, only to realize that it wasn't doing any good - the feeling of the jeans sliding down was back. She didn't want to risk anything by standing up again a second time, so instead she just braced herself for what was coming....or tried to, at least!

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Once again Giuliana's confidence was reinforced by Daniella's acceptance. From someone of her generation in this position, horror and outright refusal to accept such discipline would have been an understandable response (not that Giuliana knew how attitudes had changed since her lifetime). As it was, Daniella was actually making things much easier for her mentor, though she probably would not have appreciated that fact in the moment.

As Daniella bent over as far as she was able, presenting Giuliana with the target, she also presented a wide arc of pale skin where her shirt rode up and her jeans sagged, far more than would be shown by any outfit Giuliana was used to seeing. Emerging well over her jeans was a narrow band of fabric that if anything rather than covering more, emphasised the exposed flesh. In Giuliana's world, underwear was something never exposed, and even so it covered a girl from her thigh to above her waist. It was therefore more than a little surprising to see so much of Daniella, and the girl's interpretation of clothing was.

Giuliana stepped forward and tugged the back of Daniella's jeans upwards firmly, until the front was pinned in place by her stomach against the bed frame. Her intention was to preserve the girl's modesty and minimise her embarrassment at her malfunctioning wardrobe, but she could not resist flicking at the band of her thong as she did so, and commenting 'What on earth is this Daniella? I certainly hope your guardians did not allow you to go about dressed like this, or that this is now normal attire in the modern world.'

Adjustments complete, she stepped back to her prepared stance, and again checked her aim with the doubled over belt, tapping it again against the target. She intended this to be a sharp lesson for the girl, but not too distressing. As such she tried to judge what would be a firm blow felt through thick trousers (though apparently next to nothing underneath them), and experienced by someone who by her teenage years had never had her behind warmed before - all of these considerations totally beyond Giuliana's experience.

Making a rough assessment of what was required, she drew the leather to shoulder height, and then with about half her strength brought it down. To her satisfaction her aim was good and it landed right across the centre of Daniella's cheeks, now outlined clearly beneath her jeans. The sound or leather meeting denim was shocking after the quiet up to that point, followed by whatever sound Daniella chose to make.

Giuliana took a moment to let things settle and the first swat to sink in, before bringing up the belt again and delivering a second, of equal force, slightly lower down Daniella's buttocks.

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Danielle would have blushed crimson if she could, at the mention of her underwear. She hadn't really counted on dying when she'd gotten dressed that morning, and for what she'd worn to be her forever-outfit. But there she was. Not that it was that big of a deal, at least to her.
But apparently it was to her new guardian, so even as she stood bent over, ready for the first



SPANKING

of her life, she felt that she had to answer the woman's question.


"M...my mom didn't care about that", she said, "and...like...it...it's normal now. At...at least back home", she added, as she tried to brace herself.



As sound travels faster than sensation, she HEARD the smack of the belt a very, very short time before she felt it, but when she did, her eyes widened and she let out a loud "OOWW!" of mostly surprise, stood up and reached back to rub. Not because it was objectively speaking harsh, but this was the girl's first experience with this kind of discipline and she definitely felt it. She quickly bent back down again, though, albeit more hesitantly than she'd bent over the first time.


"I....I won't do it again, I promise!" she announced as she felt very vulnerable and sorry right now. At least she'd managed to keep her pants up this time bending over, by using the same technique Guiliana had employed.

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Giuliana contented herself with a faintly disapproving 'Hmm, well' when Daniella justified her attire. If that was a conversation she thought they should have, it was one that would wait until another time. Right now Daniella had a different lesson to learn, and Giuliana was committed to teaching it to her.

As her first swat sunk in, she was disappointed to see Daniella leap instantly upright, but reflected that it was to be expected and she could not really blame the girl if that had indeed been the first time she had felt a corrective smack to her posterior. At least the girl bend herself back over without needing to be told, and took hold of the bedframe again, but Giuliana felt it was worth giving her a reminder before continuing.

'I said I did not want you leaping up Daniella.' she said gently but firmly. 'Keep a tight hold of the bed and stay where you are. I will not remind you again.' She was not yet explicitly planning on giving specific penalty swats if that did happen, but she would be prepared to take some action if Daniella proved she could not stay put.

Almost as soon as she had finished speaking she landed the second swat, with a similarly loud smack resonating round the room.

'I should hope you would not do it again Daniella' she said in response to the girl's announcement, 'but we need to make sure that you remember this, and to do as you are told.' As she finished, she landed a third mack of the belt, this time a little above the first. She did not have a specific number in mind, and intended to judge the length of the punishment on Daniella's reaction, stopping when she was sure she had made a very memorable impression. The girl was evidently already feeling somewhat sorry for herself, but Giuliana suspected that such a mood would pass quickly, and in order for this lesson to sink in she had a little way to go yet.

With that thought in her mind she landed the fourth smack of the belt. Perhaps her aiming had got a little complacent after the accuracy of the first blow, as this one landed slightly lower than she had planned, along the tops of Daniella's thighs were her jeans were still somewhat loose.

Taking a moment to refocus her concentration, she brought it back and put in a trifle more force to steady her impact, and this time managed to land the belt squarely across Daniella' sit spots as she had planned.

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Daniella nodded eagerly when Guiliana reminded her that she'd been instructed not to move, while she braced herself. When the second smack landed, she bit her lips and clenched her fists as much as she could, holding on to the bedpost tightly, but kept her mouth shut, trying to take her mind off of the pain in her rear, even as the third smack landed.
When it did, she whimpered loudly and stomped her feet, but otherwise kept position, really, really wishing she hadn't entered Guiliana's quarters now, because then she wouldn't be in this position, and, more importantly, Guiliana wouldn't be upset with her.


"Pleeaaaase" she pleaded. "I'msorryyyy" she announced, and yelped a bit when the fourth smack hit - though it hadn't been as bad as the others. The fifth more than made up for that, though, and Daniella began crying now:

"OOOOOWWW", she scremed as the fifth smack landed on the most sensitive, most tender part of her backside, and she felt tears starting to flow down.

"I'MSORRYYYPLEASSENOMOOOREEAAAUUUUUU", she pleaded, but kept her position obediently. This was the worst possible thing in the universe, and she knew that if there was a hell, getting spanked was no doubt it. So right now, that's where she was, though generally her new existence wasn't that bad. And she felt closer to Guiliana than she had to pretty much any other adult in quite some time. But this...this was nightmarish, and she wished it would end.

"I'msosorrypleeaaaseaaaauuuuuuuu", she complained as the fire in her rear intensified.

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It gave Giuliana no pleasure to see Daniella like this - in fact it caused her som emotional pain to see a child in such distress, but she believed wholeheartedly that at times like this it was a necessary thing, and it gave her a small amount of satisfaction to see the lesson going home. She was also pleased that after the initial surprise, Daniella had managed to stay almost completely still through her punishment. That showed a lot for the girl's resolve, but also that she could obey instructions, even difficult ones, when she tried. She had struggled to follow a simple verbal instruction not to go where she didn't belong, but when being disciplined for that she was showing her character to be obedient after all. That convinced Giuliana that this sort of discipline was likely the most effective with her young charge, and suggested to her that she might have more reason to use it in future than she might have anticipated.

The fifth smack caused the most verbal reaction from Daniella, and although from her side view Giuliana could not see her expression or if tears were indeed in her eyes, she could tell the girl was responding emotionally to the punishment, which was sad for anyone to see but exactly what was needed. While she was by no means finished yet, she felt she was at least heading in the right direction with her chastisement.

Knowing her last smack had landed on the most sensitive part of the target, she landed the sixth back in the centre of Daniella's bottom before returning there, placing the seventh almost on top of the fifth and the next one a fraction lower down, on the crease between buttocks and thighs. If she could have more impact and convey her displeasure in a fewer number of licks, the punishment would be over sooner and they would both be happier for it.

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Daniella had stopped registering individual smacks after the sixth one, and her bottom was one gigantic blur of pain, and she was crying freely.


"AHAHAAUUUAAAPUHLEEAAASEWWWWOOHOOHOOOHOAAANOMOOOOO REEE" she wailed as she stomped her feet again to try to ease the sting....of course it didn't help.


"IMSSOWWWYYYHAAAAHAHAUUUUUAAAPLEEAAAASEEEE" she continued to plead as smack number eight impacted on the one spot that might be more sensitive than her sit-spots. She had now stopped making sense, though she'd not stopped talking, only desperate blabber and wailing now, so that outside observers might have wondered if scenes like this were the origin of the stories of ghostly moanings being audible: An intensity of emotion so strong that she'd never felt anything like it. She didn't care about anything at all right now. All she wanted to do was to be back in Guiliana's good graces, and for the pain in her bottom to stop.


"BEEEHEEEGOOHOOODPWOMIISSAWWWAAHHHAAAAAA", the teenager wailed pitifully as the spanking seemed to go on and on forever, and she almost lost her balance while stomping her feet, before standing up again, and unable to resist the urge to rub her bottom as she danced around, doing the well-known spanking dance.

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Giuliana had done her best to keep the spanking going through Daniella's wails, knowing that however unpleasant the moment was, it was for the girl's own good. So she pushed through the yells and entreaties and ignored the stomping feet to continue landing smacks on the teenager's backside. What she could not ignore or work around however, was Daniella jumping upright again, her hands flying to her bottom as the ninth swat landed.

Giuliana only just stopped in time to avoid bringing the belt down onto the girl's fingers and was understandably shaken for a moment. She regained her composure quickly, but was angry that the girl had done something so reckless and disobeyed an instruction yet again. It was of course understandable that she found it difficult to remain totally still through the assault on her behind, but Giuliana could only be so tolerant.

'Daniella!' she snapped. 'What did I tell you about leaping up, not once but twice? Get back down at once.' She continued sternly 'You are in his position requiring correction because you did not follow instructions, and here you are doing exactly that again. Come and get back into position.' Her tone had softened somewhat but she tried to keep the authority in it very evident.

Once Daniella had indeed resumed her position over the bed, Giuliana took a breath or two to ensure that she was totally calm (not breaths in the true sense of course, but the effect on her mental state of going through the actions remained unchanged from life). Then, tucking the folded belt under her arm, she stepped forward behind Daniella. With a hand on each hip she gently guided the girl's midriff an inch back from the bedframe, and then took hold of her jeans and aided gravity in pulling them over her hips, down her legs, to settle round her ankles.

She knew that she now had to doubly impress on Daniella the importance of following instructions, but also registered that the girl would not be able to remain totally still through an extended spanking, so there were multiple arguments for drawing the affair to a swift conclusion. Applying the belt to her effectively bare behind would certainly achieve that.

She stepped back, taking the belt in hand again, and lining up with her target. Daniella's thighs and lower back had, in the spirit sphere at least, the remains of an earlier suntan still tinging them, but from the band of her thong downwards was a triangle of creamy white once covered by her swimsuit. Giuliana had reason to tut at the decline in modesty that indicated. That pale skin and parts of her tanned thighs were now however augmented by a series of pink stripes from where the belt had landed. Those marks were purely psychic projections based on the experienc they were both going through, and would not turn to bruises as they might in the real world - there being no flesh and blood to react in that way - but they were still an indicator to Giuliana that her lesson thus far had been pitched at the correct level.

Now of course, she was taking things up a notch, and she knew with the increased sting Danieall would not be able to stay still even if she tried, so she would be wise to get things over with quickly. She raised the belt again, and brought it down hard onto the unblemished white just above the highest red stripe. The belt landed on the upper half of Daniella's buttocks the leather striking skin with a much sharper and louder snapping sound than it had made on her jeans.

Without pausing this time, or giving the girl a chance to react, Giuliana reached back and snapped the belt down again, and again, and again, four licks moving down her bottom to end on top of her already sore and pink sit spots.
Then she stepped back, to allow that volley to sink in, and to see if Daniella had learned her lesson this time.