I think it’s time I taught you The Proper Way to Use a Hairbrush.
When it becomes necessary to smack a bare bottom, one mustn’t forget to actually brush the recipient's hair. Before you spank, and afterwards.
Tell them in your politest, yet most unequivocal tone: “Fetch the hairbush please” - then remind them to leave their panties in its place.
As you wait upon your spanking chair, your charge will be obediently undressing, and stowing their neatly folded clothes in the drawer where the hairbrush lives.
The handover of a hairbrush is an act of compliance and respect, and you will accept their gift of submission with appreciation and grace.
Invite them to seat their bare bottom on your welcoming lap, so their feet dangle adorably just above the floor. And brush.
Gently push apart their legs with your other hand. Cover the intimate region just revealed. And brush.
Sweep through their hair, with long —slow— strokes. Hold them tight, and reassure them they’re your precious treasure. And brush.
Cup the slick throbby lips of your dear princess. Or wrap your hand around the swollen parts of your little prince. Remind them the item in your other hand isn't just for combing hair, then feel them shiver. And brush.
Caress until you can feel their acceptance, washing over them like a rising tide, until their scalp and all beneath is tingling. And brush.
Comb until you can feel arousal leaking, hot and sticky, on your fingers. And brush.
Now it’s time to bend over.
Time for the other side of the brush to have its fun.
Rub its cool flatness over their expectant cheeks. And smack.
Remind them this is what happens to naughty bums. And smack.
Fill the room with slow hard slaps — then pause to let a silence fall. And smack.
Stroke the cool hard surface against their pliant stinging skin. And smack.
Pull their pink pert cheeks apart, and witness just how excited your strictness makes them. And smack.
Whisper, and make them yearn again for the intimate grip of your cupping palm. And smack.
Smack until their squirming ceases.
Smack until their torso falls limp.
Smack until their mind goes clear.
Now run your fingers through their hair, using the hand that once held their crotch so tight.
Such a sore pink bottom, you say, you're so very proud, they took their spanking ever so well.
Comb their hair, with gentle praise, let them know just how special you think they are.
Help them back onto your lap, so you feel the heat of their stinging cheeks glow against your own thighs.
Part their legs wide, and make them crave your loving touch.
Resume brushing their hair, in long languid sweeps.
Tresses untangled.
Mind calmed.
Brushing makes everything better again.
The brush brings discipline but comfort too.
Just like you.
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I love the double entendre here. I was pleasantly surprised to find a hairbrush doing more differently.
The poetry, repetition and cadence felt good and fitting too.
Curious Puzzles:
Is there a gender neutral term for princess or prince? Royal?
Could this story become nonbinary? Innie/Outtie? Stroked bits, mids, tips?