From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (Daria Little) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Daria's Behavior M/F Date: 7 May 1996 22:37:29 GMT This story involves spanking, please do not read if that does not interest you or you are under eighteen. This story takes place a month or so after the car registration story when I had come to live with my Uncle and attend College. This is my second attempt to write a story from his perspective, The first one I wrote was Daria the boys and me. It was not very successful as being believable from a male point of view according to a number of readers, but having more desire to get it right than brains here I go again. I will try to jump between telling it from his point of view and then telling parts from mine. My concern is that it may be a mish mash of style and not a very good read, I will leave it up to you the reader to give me feedback if you would be so kind. This is a FICTIONAL story, that seeped out of my head, and I thank you for you patience if you read all of this. ________________________________________________________________________ DARIA AND HER BEHAVIOR ________________________________________________________________________ UNCLE I knew why Dariašs parents had wanted her to stay in California to go to school, she was head strong and getting difficult to manage and they feared how she would act if she were on her own, and so the deal was struck that she stay with me, unknown to her at the time were the assurances her parents insisted on that I keep a close eye and firm hand on her behavior, quite frankly there were scared to death to have her on her own. I was surprised that she had agreed, but I have always liked her and remembered her as an obedient but high spirited child that required good supervision and tight controls. She had been a bit obnoxious and self centered when she first got here but after a few spankings and the car registration incident and the spanking I had given her for that, she settled down and we seemed to reach a happy understanding. She was respectful and paid attention to the chores she had been assigned and it was nice to have another person around the house, made it more of a home, I suppose you could say. I have often thought that with Children and that is how I think of Daria (possibly due to our age difference) that sometimes reminding them that their behavior is leading to a spanking helps them understand their boundaries and when they are straying, however the danger is that too much talk and you cheapen the threats and they become meaningless. When she first arrived as I said she was full of herself and feeling quite independent and free of parental supervision for the first real time in her life, one evening about a week after she arrived I was becoming tired of her behavior and mouth. She was in the living room it had been a long day with her rattling on and on and finally I had enough. I came out of the kitchen and as she looked up she must have sensed what was about to happen, she had a look of concern on her face for the first time since she had arrived. I took her by the arm and made her stand up I turned her around and gave her five swats on the seat of her jeans, as I let her go, she said that was a spanking big deal! I determined right then and there that future Daria punishments would never fail to get her attention. I turned her around and said in a harsh voice that silenced her. you want more? You got it kid. I reached for her buttons on her jeans and slapped her hand away when she tried to interfere, I undid the top button and pulled the front of her jeans down only a few inches, but now they were loosened and I spun her around and with her back to me I pulled her jeans down to below her backside and once again I had to smack her hand to stop the interference. I sat back down on the sofa and pulled the surprised girl across my lap. I proceeded to give her a spanking that I felt she would be able to classify as a real spanking. She was soon squealing and kicking her legs as I was determined to make my point and at least for a while hush that ever present smart mouth. DARIA When he came out of the kitchen I knew he was ticked, but I had not said or done anything more than normal so I was surprised. After he gave me those five swats I thought the spanking was over and my comment just slipped out of my mouth something I could have gotten away with at home I guess. When he turned me around and pulled the button on my jeans I knew that I was going to get something more. I could tell I would pissed him off, he pulled the button right off my jeans and that was what I was reaching for when he slapped my hand. He turned me around so quickly and easily I felt like I was on a pair of skates, I could no more have resisted effectively that I could have sprouted wings. It was the first time in quite a while that I had been spanked, that plus the uniqueness of being spanked by him (for the first time in several years, since the summer I spent with him) and the undeniable sting from the spanking and I was indeed soon crying and yelping like I was nine years old. When he let me up I ran from the room crying both from the sting and the embarrassment, trying to tug up my jeans as I went. UNCLE On a few more occasions I had to give her what I call preventive spankings, behavior patterns and habits are not easy to change and need regular encouragement. I knew that I would not get any more smart comments about the spanking not being effective. One preventive spanking took place several days later at breakfast, I ask Daria about the small number of chores she had been assigned and if she had done them, she admitted she had forgotten one well maybe two but she would do them soon when she had time she went on. I decided that I would give her some encouragement, I stood up, took her by the wrist led her to the kitchen counter ignoring the surprised look on her face I made her bend over the counter. I flipped up her robe onto her back revealing a nighty that was insufficient to so classified and gave her five swats with my hand, and asked if she was going to remember her chores. She said she would at which point I told her I wanted to make sure and picking up a wooden spoon swatted her tail three more times, each swat was greeted by a yelp. Having finished I made the red faced girl sit back down and eat breakfast while I went back to the paper. DARIA Well, I would have done the chores, being late was not such a big deal at home, however I guess I wonšt fail to get them completed on time here. It was sooo embarrassing getting my robe lifted that way, for some reason even worse that having my jeans taken down. Let me tell you there is nothing like a spanking to wake you up, I had been still sleepy up to that point but as I sat back down for breakfast I was wide awake. I would have rather skipped breakfast at that point but he wouldnšt let me. UNCLE A few weeks after the car incident, I noticed she was slipping back into old habits, a bit of a smart mouth, late to arrive home when arrangements had been made, nothing major but annoying and possible indications that things needed correction. I warned her several times and almost spanked her once more, but let her off the hook when she seemed repentant, I realized later that if I had given her a moderate spanking then, the problem might have stopped there, but I didnšt. Daria managed to bring things to a head in just one amazing day of bad decisions, rude behavior and deceit. She left the house early that Saturday morning without doing her chores that should have been completed the day before, and so I grumbled to my self as I went about doing her assignments feeling the fool. I emptied the trash, put the dishes in the washer and a few other things that would not have taken my negligent young niece long to accomplish. Daria was making extra money baby-sitting and had regular days to watch two of the kids down the street, Jenny age 9 and her brother Tyler age 7 they were good kids both well behaved but at the same time normal enough kids that got into the usual kid scrapes. She had agreed to watch the kids at one that afternoon while the parents went to a company function of Ralphšs employer. At one thirty I got a call from them, Daria had not shown up and they were frantic to get going, finally after some efforts on their part in vain to find a substitute I volunteered out of guilt for my niecešs negligence to watch the kids. So I was soon entertaining two children and forgoing the game on TV that I had expected to watch. At three I heard Dariašs truck pull up and as she entered the house she looked at the kids and then at me, her face turned pale as she realized she had forgotten her commitment to watch the children. DARIA He was right of course about forgetting the kids and the baby-sitting, but in my defense, the arrangements had been made over a week previous and I had forgotten, why couldnšt any body have thought to remind me? UNCLE I didnšt want to make a scene right then in front of the kids so I told Daria she should take them back to their house and complete her baby- sitting duties and then come right home as we had some business to discuss. I think she knew I was annoyed and as she got the kids' things together she kept looking at me I supposed to try to gauge how upset I might have been. I tried to maintain a stony appearance and not give her an idea of what I was thinking, and if that worried her, good so much the better. DARIA I could generally tell if he is ticked off , but I had trouble being sure this time. He seemed pleasant saying good-bye to the kids and waved at us as we left and walked to their house. After I got the kids home and they were watching TV I started thinking, was he upset? Would I be punished? Would he spank me? At first I wasnšt sure then something else dawned on me I had seen it, but until right then I had not made a connection. There were no dishes to be washed in the kitchen and I knew I had left some there and that could only mean he had done my chores. Yep I was in trouble no doubt about it. I tried to push it from my mind but the prospect of getting a spanking kept coming back. I just could not shake it. I started thinking of anything else that he might think I deserved punishment for, and other than being late and not doing the chores was all the trouble I was in as far as I could tell. The last time I had forgotten the chores I received a few swats on the seat of my nighty, I had to admit the last few with that wood spoon stung though. So how seriously would he take the being late? I had gotten spanked bare bottom a few times and I hoped that would not happen again, but I just wasnšt sure. UNCLE After she left, I considered how I should handle the situation. I knew that she needed to be brought back into line but I didnšt want to be unnecessarily harsh, and at the same time a lesson needed to be learned of that I was confident. I was sure that a spanking was called for. I was considering my options as I wandered out in front of the house and walked over towards the truck that I had loaned her for her personal transportation when she arrived. At that point I knew she was in for the total package. There on the floorboard of the truck just under the driver's seat was an empty beer bottle. Now Išm not so naive as to think that young people donšt drink just because they are underage, but I thought Daria was smarter than to drink and drive. I took the bottle out and brought it into the house. DARIA At last the kids' parents came home and I was free to return to my Uncles, I wasnšt real enthusiastic about hurrying back but since I could hardly wander the streets I shuffled back to meet my fate. By now I was alternating between Aww hešll forget all about it to envisioning my being put on the wall of a dungeon in chains. In my more realistic moments I knew he would spank me, I just hoped that it wouldnšt be too hard. UNCLE When she walked into the house I could tell by the look on her face that she knew she was in trouble, Daria said hi and started for her room. I stopped her with a come here young lady we have something to discuss. She tried to carry off a surprised look and said we do? But is was as poor an acting job as she had ever put forth. She came over and stood before me where I was sitting in my easy chair watching TV. DARIA When he made me come over to him I knew that the punishment what ever it was to be was close, I decided that a meek posture was the best available course of action so I stood there with my hands behind my back and a innocent look on my face and said in a soft voice, yes uncle what would you like to talk about? As if I didnšt know. I listened with growing surprise and shock as he lectured me about being late, not doing my chores and then telling me to look on the counter and explain what the beer bottle was doing in the truck. I had no satisfactory explanation and I knew it. I tried saying the bottle wasnšt mine, but that story soon collapsed with me now revealed as a liar to boot. I was in deep and getting deeper all the time. He finally to me to hush up, he had heard enough and it was just as well. I was only making matters worse. UNCLE I felt sorry for Daria, everything she said came out wrong, If I had let her continue she would have been confessing to being a hit person for the Mafia. I knew what I was going to do and it seemed to me that any more delay or conversation was needless. I instructed her to go to her room, prepare herself for a spanking and wait for me. DARIA I knew it was coming, and I went to my room as instructed, it was only when I was there that I thought about what he had said. Prepare myself? What did he mean by that? I didnšt want to go back and ask, but what was I supposed to do? UNCLE I had purposely left the instructions vague, I believed that I could gauge how seriously Daria thought her infractions by how she prepared, if for example she had her jeans on when I came in I thought I could be sure she didnšt think her offenses very great and I would adjust her punishment accordingly. DARIA How long was I going to have to wait? I did not know that either, I suspected not too long but the uncertainty of what to do to prepare and the wait made for a very uncomfortable experience. I decided to take a conservative approach, I thought hešd be annoyed if I had done nothing to prepare, but I wasnšt about to strip down to bare bottom like I was four years old. This decision making process before a spanking was getting to be all too familiar but somehow I never seemed to be able to make the decisions, each time seemed like the first. I slowly, reluctantly pulled down my jeans, let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them and with a slight kick sent them flying into the closet. I looked in my mirror and ran my hands over my fanny trying to gauge the protection that my panties would afford me, and realizing that in a few minutes my bottom would be getting paddled by my uncle. Deciding that these were not nearly the protection that I hoped for I decided to make a change. One of my objectives was to get some protection, but not so much as to annoy him and have him pull down what ever cover I decided on for my butt and wind up getting my bare bottom spanked. I was looking for a happy medium. In a flash on inspiration brought on by desperation I decided on a little girl look. I knew that he still thought of me as a kid in many ways, and figuring he wouldnšt be too hard on a kid I made my decisions. ( Ah the delusions, here I was twenty years old and going to college and I was going to make him think of me as a kid) I slipped put of my panties, took off my T-shirt tied my hair into a pony tail and bent over to the lower dresser drawer and pulled out a small pair of pajamas that I had been spanked in once before. I put them on and the same as last time the tops came down to only about the top of my belly button, the bottoms were so tight that I had to move with care not to pop them, I turned and looked in the mirror and saw that they framed my cheeks as if they had been painted on, they were far too tight I would have to change. And then he knocked on the door. It was time and I was out of time. UNCLE Daria gave out a meek, come in and I entered the room. She was in this silly pair of pajamas for some unknown reason that wouldnšt have fit her two years ago. I almost laughed she looked so silly. I maintained my composure, though I confess my mood was lightened by the humorous sight of my little Niece in those ridiculous pajamas she looked like she was nine years old. Daria I said straining to remain serious, please take the chair out from the desk and place it over there I said pointing to where I wanted it. I watched as her little fanny wiggled away from me to get the chair and as she bent to get it I was sure that the fabric could stand no more torture but it did. DARIA When he came into the room the first and only thing I noticed was the ping pong paddle in his hand. After the chair was in place, he sat down and knowing the drill I went to his right side to wait to be told to lay across his lap. He patted one leg indicating that it was time to put myself into the position, which I did slowly lowering onto his legs and then trying to get situated. UNCLE I took the paddle and gave Daria a few medium swats to get her attention. Once I thought I had her focused I began a lecture that covered her recent shortcomings and her attitude as of late. I told her that while she might deserve it I would not spank her on her bare bottom out of deference to her age and the possibility that she was too old for that. ( a view that I have since come to change) Every so often during the lecture I stopped talking and gave her a few more smacks. So far she wasnšt crying she shifted her self however a few times when the sting made an impression. Then I decided it was time to go into action. DARIA I hate the lectures, it can be the worst part of the spanking at least once it starts you know it will be over, but sometimes I think the lecture will go on forever. During the lecture the butterflies are tumbling in my stomach and the knots in there donšt seem to get in their way. The medium swats were starting to sting and I could tell this was going to be a doozy the only good thing is that I suspected my bottoms were too tight for him to remove even if he wanted to. UNCLE I brought the paddle back and proceeded to pepper her bottom with five hard spanks SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT in very quick succession. She starting kicking her feet and twisting on my lap. She was struggling SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT and by now crying after the few medium swats during the lecture I had really been applying the paddle hard I was determined to make an impression. DARIA The sting was incredible. It seemed much worse than any paddling I could remember and the swats were coming so fast I couldnšt catch my breath and it was all I could do to stay in place. And despite my best efforts to maintain my self I was twisting and wiggling on his lap with every bit of effort I could provide despite the fact he had me held in pretty good against his body. UNCLE It was at that point I first noticed a small split in the fabric of the pajama bottoms. It was small at first just a slit right along the seam that ran up the crack of her butt. Then all at once they gave way and split as clean as they could from the hem of her waist all the way down to where they meet her legs. Her fanny seemed to explode out of the protective covering and I was looking at one red exposed fanny. I didnšt miss a beat I kept right on spanking. DARIA I didnšt hear the fabric give way, and I couldnšt feel it except that all of a sudden I screamed as the paddle struck home the sting was much greater that the previous swat. I was frantic as the spanking continued it hurt so much. I felt as if my bottom was on fire. UNCLE I stopped the spanking for a second and reached over to push the last bit of the pajamas out of the way. I brought the paddle down on the lower part of her bottom striking a new target that simply demanded to be reddened. I had to restrain her as her struggling was intensified after the fabric split. DARIA I was kicking my feet and then I would stiffen my legs straight out held close together and then separate them and then start kicking again when nothing helped modify the sting and pain. SWAT SWAT SWAT and my feet shot up I was so helpless in his grasp there was nothing I could do to escape or help reduce the sting. UNCLE It was clear that my niece would not be making any comments about this being an ineffective spanking. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT and now with each swat I was hearing a yelp through the tears. Almost thirty swats had landed since the paddling had started for real and I thought she had enough. DARIA He stopped the spanking but all I could do was lay there and cry, after almost half a minute I felt him take me by the arm and help me off his lap, he took me over to a corner and told me to stand there with my hands at my side. UNCLE As Daria stood in the corner, I decided to have just a bit of fun, I told her she could rub her bottom now if she wished. As her hands shot to her backside I saw her stiffen in surprise. DARIA I was relived to be able to rub the sting. But when I put my hands on my bottom I was touching flesh. I slowly felt the back of the pajama bottoms and was horrified to realize that there wasnšt any backside to my PJs anymore. Then he got up came over and gave me a few pats on my bare bottom and told me that I was restricted to my room until dinner in an hour and not to be late. And he left the room. UNCLE At dinner that evening Daria sat down gently and seemed very respectful when spoken to and careful with the choice of her wording. She even smiled when I suggested that those PJs would be perfect for any future spankings since they were now streamlined and ready for action.