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Time for Bed

Me: Ummmmmmm could you maybe help a little girl get ready for bed? You know like um bath time, pjs, bedtime story, cuddles, crib... that kind of stuff?

Mama: Okay, little one. Lets get into our pajamas first, hm? Would you like any help?

Me: Pft! No! I tan do it! -I decide to try and act big to show off. I try to pull my dress off but it doesn’t come off. I struggle with the floral fabric but it doesn’t budge-

Mama: -I smile while I watch you, laughing just a little. It's very endearing- You sure you can do it, baby girl?

Me: -I nod lots, blushing as I pull and squirm. I try to pull the dress off but as much as I fuss and whine the dress doesn’t come off-

Mama: -I beckon you over- Come over here, sweetheart. Let mama take care of it.

Me: -I waddle over blushing as I raise my hands up-

Mama: I smile widely and coo as my little girl comes over- There's my good girl. Up we go- I lift up the dress in one smooth motion.

Me: -I blush as I cover my plain white bra and panties. I look at you, fidgeting with embarrassment-

Mama: I get out the pajamas, holding them out for her to put her arms into- Aww, are we feeling a little shy, princess?

Me: -nods lots as I put my arms in. I smile as I look up at mama, feeling safe and cared for-

Mama: -I button up the pajama top, humming to myself. I have a smile on my face as I work and the smile grows when I see Ellie smiling- Pajama bottoms next, okay?

Me: -I giggle and shake my head no. I wiggle my pantie clad tushie as I get ready to run and play a game of keep away-

Mama: -Grinning, I rise to my feet- Now, where does my little girl think she's going? Get that tushie back here!

Me: -giggles and shakes my head no. I stop and turn to make sure you’re chasing after me. I wait before running off a little more- hehehehehe

Mama: -Laughing, I chase after you, my arms outstretched, ready to scoop you up- You can't run forever little one!

Me: -I giggle lots. I try to outrun you but I’m smaller and my legs are shorter. I try to get away but before long you’re able to catch up to me-

Mama: -I whisk you up into my arms, pressing kisses to your cheek- Haha! Caught you, little girl. Now you'll have to get ready for bed, won't you?

Me: -I giggle lots as I nod, kissing you back as I cling to you-

Mama: -While I've got you in my arms, I manage to wrestle the pajama pants onto you- There now, that's better! Shall we have a story, little girl?

Me: -I nod lots, smiling as I’m now dressed for bed. I rest my head on your chest as I’m carried like the small child I am-

Mama: -Humming, I take you into your bedroom, carrying you in my arms easily- What story would you like, little Ellie?

Me: Ummmmmm piggies!!! Piggies peas fank chu! -I clap as I giggle, hoping I get to hear the story I wanted-

Mama: Alright then sweetness, piggies it is. -I pick out the book and sit down in an armchair, with you snuggled up on my lap.

Me: -I suck my thumb as I listen to you reading the three little pigs. My eyes get heavy as I hear my favorite bedtime story-

Mama: -I reach the end of the book, planting a kiss on your forehead- I think it's time we got you to bed, little one.

[End of Scene]

Tears Always Help

Mr. J: -I slip a book mark into my book and set it down.- Need some help getting to sleep, Ellie?

Me: -I blush as I nod. I’m wearing my farm animal print pajamas as I blush. I hold the brush in my hand, fidgeting a little with it. My nerves are a wreck but I know how much a good spanking before bed will help me-

Mr. J: Okay then, young lady. -I reach forward and pull her a little closer by her waist. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her animal print jammies and pull them down leaving her panties still in there place, for the moment at least.- Step out please...

Me: O…o…out? -I swallow hard as I’m give a clear instruction. I blush as my powerpuff girl clad rear end comes into view. I take a deep breath then step out of my jammie bottoms, the reality of my coming bedtime ritual hanging in the air ominously-

Mr. J: -I fold the bottoms and set them aside onto the coffee. Then I hook into the waistband of the power puff panties. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup are smiling on the front in their iconic pose, but that pose is soon distorted as the fabric scrunches up from my tug and turns inside out as it travels down her thigs, past her knees, over her calf, and pauses at her feet.- Step, Ellie.

Me: O…ohhhh -my face burns scarlet red with shame as my childish underwear meet my ankles. I hesitantly step out of my panties, fidgeting now naked from the waist down. I try to pull my pajama shirt down to cover my bare butt and womanhood. The small patch of hair on my mound is the only thing that denotes me as a mature woman and not a child about to talk with her brush-

Mr. J: -I fold the power puff panties and place them on top of the animal bottoms. I scoot back a bit into the couch and pat my lap.- Alright, climb aboard.

Me: -I blush as I look at your lap. The demand to “climb aboard” as if I’m getting onto a train makes me squirm. Maybe I can request a short ride or an emergency exit later. I climb onto your lap, squirming as my naked rear end wiggles and jiggles. I try to get comfortable, knowing what’s coming next. I hold the brush in my hand, hoping maybe you’ll spank lightly and not deliver the bedtime aid I desperately need-

Mr. J: -I take a moment to rub the naked buns before me. Pulling apart and releasing to let some blood and feeling come into them. It's vaguely reminiscent of kneading and shaping dough. Soon the goosebumps go away and I'm left with a smooth bottom to spank. I don't give any warning, instead I raise my hand a bring it down in a hard smack.-

Me: Eeeeeep -I stamp my foot, blushing as the hard swat from your hand hurts. The sting in my cheek is red hot and I swallow hard as I try to prepare for my bedtime whooping- oh h…hard swats? You want to send me to bed on my tummy?

Mr. J: On your tummy and with some tears still in your eyes. - I respond and continue smacking without waiting for a reply. Hard and fast I cover the naked and unspanked real estate.-

Me: -I gasp and squeak as my unpainted bottom quickly starts to blush pink. My butt heats up quickly, the harsh swats illicit kicks from me without my consent. My legs kick like a frog as I try to find a way to escape or at least get comfortable. There is no such place to be found here on your lap-

Mr. J: -I'm happy to see the little kicks and gasps come through from the hand spanking. My handprints have all blended in to a nice even hue of pink and it's time for the main event. I reach out my hand and issue a single command.- Brush.

Me: Nnnnnnnnn -I want to argue. I want protest that the hand spanking was enough. I want to beg for my bedtime to be now but instead my hand reaches back, offering you my mortal enemy. The polished wooden brush is eager to help me get to bed, whether I want it to or not-

Mr. J: -I take the brush. It's heft is noticeable but well balanced which speaks of it's craftmanship. It's made of such a dense and hard wood. I'm sure a lot of attention to detail was put into the bristles as well, but I'm only concerned with the back side. I take it along an arch, falling to it's destination. Just before landing I give a slight flick to my risk and a loud and painful sounding whap reverberates through the room.-

Me: Yeowwwwwww! -as the swat lands and the pain begins to settle in I start to try and get up off your lap. The pain builds in my cheek as I gasp. The brush seems to be eager to bring me to my first stop before bedtime, tears. I feel my eyes sting as the start to water. I sniffle as I struggle on your lap like a toddler-

Mr. J: -I hold tight to not let you escape. My firm and tight grasp letting you know that no matter your protest, you are getting this spanking. And the spanking does continue. Steady, hard swats, like the unrelenting ticking of a pendulum clock. Swat, smack. Swat, smack. Swat, smack.-

Me: -I start to sob as my butt burns under my brush. The horrible implement keeps a steady stream of tears raining from my eyes. The brush makes me feel like I’m a baby, praying to behave if it means I can get off my fathers knee. I sob and wail as I beg for my butt to be spared. I promise to be good if it means I can get off your knee. I feel so small and naughty in this moment as I struggle with vigor-

Mr. J: -I press on through the sobs and struggles, the spanking pendulum still ticking it's agonizing spanks. Not out of cruelty, but knowing that these struggles and sobs are the exact thing that you need.-

Me: -I bawl like a baby. My bottom burns as I cry, glowing bright red as I now find it impossible to “act my age”. I’ve been reduced to a child, my hair hanging in my face as my face burns red Andy tears spill onto the floor-

Mr. J: -Satisfied with the guttural sobs of a well spanked girl I set aside the brush until it's ready to be called upon again. I rub my hand up and down your back. Like how one would comfort a baby in it's crib, and I speak soft and comforting words.- I know, I know. It's over now. It's okay.

Me: -I sob hard, thankful for the comforting back rub. I try to wipe away my tears but they seem unending. I cry as my bottom throbs. I try to climb off your lap once I finally regain the strength. My harsh thrashing leaves me thoroughly exhausted-

Mr. J: -I let you come to your feet and note the contrast with how utterly unconcerned you are with how exposed your mound and bottom are. Perhaps in the morning you'll think back and be embarrassed when you realized how exposed you were, but for now, you're like a small child, unconcerned with such things. I stand too and pull you in for a hug, continuing with my reassurance and coos.- It's alright, sweetie. You ready to be tucked in and under the covers?

Me: -I nod my head yes as I hug you back tight. I hug you with one hand as my other hand finds my blistered buttocks. I rub my fire engine red rear, whimpering as it hurts at the slightest touch. I feel tears still dripping down my cheeks all be it at a slower rate now. I say nothing about my undies and pajama bottoms, too small to care about my humiliating state of undress-

Mr. J: -I lead you up to your bedroom and pull back the covers for you to get in. I lay the bottom garments on your nightstand and go for a quick rummage in the drawer to find a bottle of cooling cream.- Get in and I'll rub some cream in for you.

Me: -I climb into bed, laying on my stomach as I cling to a stuffed monkey I have from my childhood. I wiggle my read caboose eagerly as I finally stop crying. I sniffle, confident that my spanking will help me get to sleep quickly. My thumb slips between my lips as I close my eyes and relax-

Mr. J: -I squirt two globs of cream, one on each angry looking cheek. I don't rub quiet as deep as I did before, but instead with a soft graze as I work the cool feeling cream across the reddened mounds. I hum a soft lullaby as I work.-

Me: -I effortlessly drift off to sleep feeling small, cared for, and loved. In the morning I’ll have to remember to thank you for always taking such great care of me-

Mr. J: -Noticing the soft breathes and the relaxed state of a girl off to dreamland I pull the covers over and tuck you in. I brush back the hair from your face behind your ear and smile.- Sweet dreams.

There was a rustling noise. Light leaked in from the hall due to his door being only partially closed. Spike rolled away from the light but before he could fall back asleep he became aware of Faye's hand gently shaking his shoulder.

"I had a nightmare. Can I sleep in here?"

"Hmm," Obviously the answer was yes but he didn't like to give in right away. Didn't want her thinking she had all the power even though she did.

Faye sighed but sounded amused, as though she'd planned for this eventuality. "I'll give you a shooter." She said in a sing-song voice.

Spike blindly reached backwards over his shoulder for the tiny plastic bottle, opened it with his teeth, drank the contents in one sip, and tossed the bottle into a dark corner of the room.

He flopped onto his back and lifted the blanket so she could slide in beside him. Her hands snuck into his hair immediately as she draped herself atop him. Her lower half shifted against him restlessly as if she couldn't quite get comfortable.

Spike grinned and then smacked his lips. "Mm, pepperminty."

From down by his ribs, where her face was pressing kisses to his skin, came a giggle. "Figured you hadn't brushed your teeth,"

He made an appreciative noise and then wrapped his arms around her to draw her up and flip them both over so he was looming over her now. She was smiling at him, her eyes glittering in the light from the hall, and still using her lower half against him.

"I think you wanted fresh tasting kisses," He replied, bringing his face down to hers to scatter kisses on her nose and cheeks. "Well," kiss "I'm" kiss "happy" kiss "to" kiss "oblige." And then he stopped talking and peppering her face with kisses so he could capture her lips with his own.