Executioner – Playing or Punishing

As a writer, it is important to create a complete picture of the situation, and to create this picture you need to be able to answer all the major questions; What, when, where, why, who and how? At least that is what my professors have told me.

Continuing the miniseries on the details of a spanking, today we get to the Who. Since most spankings involve two people, I am going to simply things a little and say the spankee is always an adult female. This just leaves the spanker. I know that technically a girl can be spanked by anyone, however realistically there are only so many different types of spankers. The types are who I will deal with today.

To make today’s post more than just a simple list of types of spankers, lets look at the level of consent and sexual element for such a spanking. I was considering also doing the the chances of the girl talking the person out of a spanking, but that isn’t any fun. Outside of a handful of Asian countries, there is a minimal level of consent on behalf of the girl, otherwise it is criminal and not really relevant here. Also the Sexual Element does not necessary mean sexual arousal by the spanker or girl, but rather sexual tension. Therefore I am assuming a high level of consent and high sexual element are more likely to be playful, even in the context of a discipline situation, than those with a low level of consent and low sexual element.

Spanker Consent Sexual Element
Mother Low None
Father Low Minimal
Boyfriend / Husband / Significant other High High
Aunt Low-Medium Minimal-Low
Uncle Low-Medium Minimal-Low
Older Sibling Medium Minimal-Low
Grandmother Low Minimal
Grandfather Low Minimal
Governess (historically) Low Low
Mentor High Minimal-Low
Teacher / Professor Low-Medium Low-Medium
Dean / Headmaster Low-Medium Low
Boss Medium Medium
Co-worker High Medium-High
Sorority Member / Pledge Mistress Medium-High Medium-High
Coach Medium-High Low-Medium
Roommate High Medium-High
Friend’s Parent Medium-High Medium-High
Minister / Religious Leader Low-Medium Low-Medium
Nun Low-Medium Low
Cult Leader Medium Medium-High
Knight (historically) Low Medium
Military Officer (historically) Low Medium
Slave Owner (historically) None High


“Fuck!” Grace mumbled.

I couldn’t believe she had just swore, and in church of all places. I’d warned her about her language twice already this week, but now it was time for action. I leaned over and whispered in my niece’s ear “we will be chatting about your language when we get home, young lady.” She just looked back at me with a slightly puzzled look on her face.

“You know calling me a young lady doesn’t make you any younger Aunt Beth,” she whispered back. Was she implying I was old? I’m only 36 for Christ’s shake! Oh great there she has me swearing in church now. At least it’s in my head and not out loud.

“Sorry Lord for taking your name in vain, especially today, on your day. Please give me the strength to deal with Grace and help her learn to be a respectable lady. Thank you for allowing her to come stay with me. I know it’ll be good for the both of us.” I prayed as Pastor Benson preached.

Church concluded and Grace and I made our way home where the first order of business was changing out of our Sunday bests and into something more relaxing. I wiggled into a pair of jeans and tossed on an old t-shirt and headed out out of my bedroom to do some yard work when I heard “Damn it!” come from Grace’s room.

Annoyance came back over me like a wave. I stepped back into my room then closed the door and leaned against it. I had to say something, but what? My sister had asked me to watch over Grace while she attend William and Mary, and at the time I eagerly agreed because I thought it’d be fun. I’d be like a mix of big sister and mom to Grace while she adjusted to college life. She’d only been here a week and I already didn’t know what to do! I know what my mother would’ve done had she caught Kate or I ever swearing, but that was twenty years ago. This is the twenty first century.

I opened door, heading for Grace’s room, hoping my natural ‘motherly’ instincts would take over and guide me in the discussion.

I knocked gently on Grace’s ajar door, pushing it open. Grace lay on her stomach, diagonally across her bed. Her feet waved back and forth in the air as she glanced at me over her laptop screen.


“We need to talk, Grace.” I said as rounded the end of her bed and sat on the edge.

“If it’s about the church thingy, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Grace sassed without even looking up at me.

“It’s more than just the swearing. It’s…It’s…”

“Hu? what?!”

“It’s your attitude, behavior and complete lack of respect.”

“What are you talking about? There’s nothin wrong with my attitude or behavior.” Grace pushed herself up on her elbows so she could clearly see me. The more aggressive body language was not lost on me.

“You don’t see anything wrong with what you just said to me?”


I sighed. “That’s the problem. Your mother asked me to look after you while you are going to college and help you out if need be.”

“Aunt Beth, I’m 18. I haven’t needed a babysitter in years,” Grace added to the dismissiveness of her response by tilting her head to the left.

“I don’t want to be your babysitter. But your attitude is very rude.” Grace spun around and got off her bed. “I know your mother raised you better than how you’ve been acting.” She turned her back to me and went over to her desk, shuffling through a few papers. “Grace if things are going to workout we both need to respect each other. That means you will need to improve your attitude.”

“Whatever!” Grace said shaking her head.

It is amazing how a single word can have such a transformational effect on people. The dismissive “whatever” was one of mine. I could feel by blood start to boil. Clenching my left fist I took a deep breath before reacting. I grabbed Grace’s right wrist and jerked her towards the hallway. She had had her back to me, so the sudden force spun her around and took her slightly off balance at the same time. I was not going to wait for anything, especially and possible resistance. Grace only regained her balance when I let go of her wrist in the bathroom.

The bar of Ivory soap next to the sink was relatively new so I splashed some water on it before turning to my niece.

“Open up!” I commanded. Grace just closed her lips even tighter while shaking her head. “Now or the time will be doubled!” She persisted so I slapped my left hand down onto the back of her tights. Her yelp gave me enough time to shove the bar between her lips and into place. “Bit down on it then bend over and grab the edge of the tub.” She went to remove the soap, but I caught her hand and pulled her over to the tub. A little leverage and she was bent forward in such an acquired position that her right hand had to hold her up otherwise she’d go crashing into the bathtub, face first. I’d have never allowed her to actually fall, but her body didn’t know it.

I hooked my thumb and ring finger under the back of Grace’s waistband, pulling her shorts and panties down in one motion until they were bunched up around the top of her tights.

“Anuugghhtt baattpphh bbooossssseee ggggoooo!” Grace cried.

I answered with a firm hand spank to her right cheek. Oh did it sting my palm. How did mothers ever spank their daughters for minutes on end without seriously hurting their hand. I never understood the phase “this is going to hurt me more than you” until that moment.

“Since you wouldn’t obey earlier, you’re getting 6 minutes with the soap in while I paddle you. I’m going to let go of your arm. Grab the tub and do not let go. If the soap comes out or you reach back, you’ll be experiencing the belt before bedtime.” I let go of her arm and picked up the timer that came with my electric tooth brush. It was designed to remind me when I’d brushed my teeth for long enough. Once the timer was set to 6 minutes I picked up the plastic bath scrub brush. It would be better than bruising my hand.

WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! I laid into her white globes as fast and as hard as I could. Grace started squiring from the first swat messing up my aim. I reached my left arm around her waist, pulling her tight against my hip to keep her wiggling down.

WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! I didn’t let up as her bottom turned from white through pink to crimson. My arm though did get tired, and quickly. The timer read 4:41 when I let go of her waist and took up position beside her. If I couldn’t keep up the feverous pace, I could at least make sure the last swats were extra hard.

WACK! “GRRRFFFFPPPHHHH!” Grace jumped up as the two handed swat took her low on her right cheek. Her hands came back to cover her boiling backside and rub out the fire.

“GRACE!” I yelled. She rubbed for a second longer before returning to holding onto the bathtub. Once her hands were back in place I took another hard swing at the same spot.

WACK! “GRRRFFFFPPPHHHH!” Grace jumped up again, grabbing her backside.

“Fine, you can get the belt later also!” I stated dryly. Grace quickly removed her hands and returned to position. I glanced at the timer, which read 5:37. Time for two more swats.

WACK! “GRRRFFFFPPPHHHH!” Grace shook her butt, but held onto the tub’s edge as I delivered a solid swat to her lower left cheek.


“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” the timer went off.

“You can spit out the soap and rise now,” I told Grace as sat the brush on the counter. Her right hand went straight to her bottom while her left flipped on the faucet on it’s way back there. She spit the bar of soap into the sink then bent her head under the faucet to fill her mouth with water to rise. She would then spit and repeat, all the while furious rubbing her red bottom. I have to admit, it was one of the most comical scenes I’d ever seen. A half-naked 18 year old bent over a bathroom sink while drinking straight from the faucet.

Grace eventually switched to swishing the water around her mouth and finally gave up with getting the last bit of soapy taste out after a few minutes. She then look over to me, her red, swollen eyes still tear stained. I took her in my arms and hugged her tight against my chest.

Embraced until Grace’s composure had fully return. When I released her, she look up at me as said “I’m sorry Aunt Beth.” She reached down and picked up her shorts and panties before returning to her room, red cheeks looking back at me.

I stood there in the bathroom, still slightly shocked at the whole series of events which had just happened. I replayed the last 20 minutes in my mind until I reached the point where Grace was putting up a fuss then reached back. She had blantly disobeyed me and I’d told her that she would get an additional spanking because of it. I knew I had to follow through with it and be good to my word, so I left the bathroom for Grace’s room.

“AAH! Aunt Beth!” Grace screeched as I walked in. She had been standing in front of her mirror, looking at the state of her bottom. When she noticed me, she spun around, pulling the front over her shirt down to cover her privates while she reached for a pillow laying on her bed. I thought the whole jesture was comical, especially since I had just inflicted the redness she was admiring.

“As I mentioned earlier, you will be getting another spanking before bedtime since you wouldn’t cooperate earlier.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Until then, I’ll give you a choice; you can go downstairs right now and kneel in the corner until bedtime or you can put on a pair of shorts and come out and help me do some yard work. After we get done working we’ll have dinner and then you can finish your punishment. Which do you prefer?”

“Hmmm, I’ll help you.”

“Well get dress and come on. I’ll be out by the shed,” I said as I closed the door and left her room. We worked most of the day, and generally had a good time. The garden was weeded, shrubs trimmed and the water fountain was rebuilt. Every so often I’d see Grace grimacing and rubbing her bottom, but her attitude was polite and oddly cheery.

We finished and headed inside to get cleaned up and eat dinner as the sun started to get low in the sky. I made BBQ chicken while Grace made salad, mashed potatoes and cut up fresh cucumbers. Grace’s contemptuous attitude had returned with the setting sun and was clearly present when we finished dinner.

“Well that’s the last of the dishes. Why don’t you go on up and get ready for bed and I’ll be up in a couple of minutes to finish your punishment.” I stated as I placed the last of the leftovers in the fridge. Grace just wiped her hands then went straight upstairs.

I milled around the kitchen and living room for 10 minutes or so, to give Grace enough time to get ready. I headed first to my room, to get one of my belts before going to Grace’s room. While I was looking at my belts, I realized the only ones suitable for using for punishment where quite narrow. I selected a plain white leather one I’d had since college then went to find Grace.

I knocked on Grace’s door and heard ‘come in’ quietly through it. I opened the door to find a shocking site. Grace was bent over the foot-rail of her bed, wearing only a light blue, baby doll cut nightie. She’d placed wrapped one of the sashes from the curtains over her lower back keeping her stomach against the foot-rail. A couple of pillows laid under her body and her hands were grasped behind her neck so that her elbows rested on the bed.

“Aunt Beth, I’m sorry I interfered with my spanking earlier. Please spank me for it. I don’t think I can interfere this time, so be as harsh as you have to be,” Grace said from under her golden locks.

“I know Grace, I know. I’ll give you 18 with the belt then it’ll be all over honey,” I said as soothingly as possible.

“Ok,” Grace answered.

CRACK! “OOWWWEEE!” Grace cried out as the belt temporarily imparted a band of white across the pink spheres. She wiggled about some, but the sashes kept her in position.

CRACK! “YYYEEEKSSSS!” I felt my own bottom twitch as the belt bit into Grace’s bottom.

CRACK! “OOOUUCCCHHH!” It hurt having to spank Grace as such, but I consciously knew I had to do it. If I didn’t go through with my earlier promise, Grace would loose her respect for my word.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I brought the belt down over and over, enticing a yelp from Grace each time. Her bottom returned to it’s crimson red by the sixth stroke and Grace gave up yelping by the ninth and focused just on pleading for forgiveness.

“Snifff, I’mmm soo.” CRACK! “Ouuccchh rryyy auuunnntt beeaa.” CRACK! “OOWWWWEEE sniff beeaatthh.”

I stopped at stroke 12 to take a breath. “Grace, when your mom and I used to get the belt from your grandma, she’d place the last few strokes at the base of our bottoms. She said it’d help us remember our punishment whenever we sat down for the next week, and it was effective.” I took careful aim and let the first of the last six strokes fall.

CRACK! “WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” CRACK! “WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” CRACK! “WWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” CRACK! “WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” CRACK! “WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” CRACK! “WWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Grace cried out continuously as the first stroke landed and didn’t stop until well after the last stroke fell. She kicked her feet up and down, making the subsequent strokes a little more difficult to aim, but I was able to complete the task of, as mom used to put it, ‘tanning the young lady’s seat.’ I can still remember the three times it happened to me and the pain Grace must be feeling right now.

I waited a few moments after Grace stopped squirming about before untying the sash around her waist. I helped her up and she fell into my arms. She buried her tear streaked face into my chest. Her weight forced me backwards, into sitting on the edge of her bed. She slide right onto my lap, and cuddled up close. It was just like she was 8 instead of 18. I rocked back and forth gently, trying to soothe away her tears.

I did not realize Grace had stopped sobbing until I heard her start snoring. I must have sat there with her in my arms for half an hour.

I bent by left arm around behind me and pulled the blankets back without letting go of Grace. I twisted her around my body to my left, spraying the half naked girl out on her sheets. Two feet under the covers then completed tucking her in with a kiss to her forehead. Looking down at my niece, I remembered way Kate always referred to Grace as her little angel. Her blonde hair made a nice halo when she slept. Even though I hope today will not occur again, I doubt it. CLICK!