FOSTER CHILDREN

BY KARA

Part 1

Disclaimer: The following story is pure fiction and is intended
for the enjoyment of adults only.  It involves the hard spanking
of a ten- year-old and nine-year-old girl and describes the
enjoyment and sexual arousal a teenager experiences by giving the
spankings.  This may be considered edgy by some, so please be
forewarned.  If this does not interest you, please do not read
further.  The author in no way condones the real-life
mistreatment of children.

I will never forget my senior year of high school.  I had decided
to participate in an exchange program and thus spent the entire
year with a host family.  It was not the typical program where
one goes abroad; it was within the United States, but gave me a
chance to experience a different part of the country.  Being from
a big Midwestern city, it was very different to suddenly be in a
small, rural Georgia town.

My host family, the Walkers, were very nice; Mr. Walker was in
his mid-40s and a successful business man.  He was a partner in
the only insurance agency in town and had done quite well for
himself.  Mrs. Walker (Kelly as she insisted I call her) was what
you would call a southern bell.  She was Mr. Walker's second
wife, and they had been only married a year.  She was 25,
beautiful, and knew it.  She didn't seem like someone who
tolerated things not done her way.  Although I had my doubts at
first, I actually ended up getting along with her quite well. 
She was very sweet to me once she saw that I was always willing
to help out with whatever I could around the house.  Speaking of
the house, it was a large, majestic home on a bluff above a river
on a big estate with an ample orchard of apple trees and several
hickory trees.  It was extremely beautiful and relaxing, and I
loved taking long walks through the property and walking down to
the river.

I actually arrived about six weeks before school started; both
Mr. Walker and Kelly insisted it would be a good vacation and
give me a chance to explore the area and become familiar with the
town before beginning school.  It turned out to the be the best
thing I could have done.

When I arrived, I learned that it soon would not only be the
three of house in the house.  The Walkers had apparently decided
a while back to take on foster children, and they would begin
arriving in a week. I tried to find out more, but it was apparent
Kelly did not want to talk about it.  I got the impression this
was more Mr. Walker's idea. I figured with him getting older,
maybe he wanted kids in the house and thought his home would be a
good place.  I personally found children extremely annoying,
especially badly behaved ones, and had mixed feelings about the
whole thing.  But it didn't take long before my questions were
answered.  The first to arrive were sisters: 10-year- old Katie
and 9-year-old Emily.  Both girls looked very similar; they were
slender, had blond hair, and blue eyes.  Emily had short blond
curls, while Katie's hair was longer and in pigtails.

For the first two weeks after the girls' arrival, Mr. Walker was
mostly at home, handling the affairs of some family clients.  He
was warm and gentle towards the children, comforting them and
helping them adjust to their new environment.  Kelly, on the
other hand, was cold and reserved.  I wondered how she had ever
agreed to take on foster children.  She barely talked to the
children at all, But when I overheard a conversation a few nights
after the girls arrived, I thought I started to understand, and
it gave me the most incredible feeling between my legs.  Kelly
lectured that she was not used to having children in the house,
especially preteen girls, and although she was willing to take
them in, that they would have to pull their weight.  She gave
them a written schedule of daily chores and warned them about
failure to perform their tasks.  She then asked how they were
disciplined by their previous foster parents.  They gave her some
examples of punishments they had received, grounding, removal of
privileges, extra work.  She than asked if they were ever
spanked. That question caused me to become weak-kneed, and I
could feel moisture on my private parts.  Katie could remember
two occasions when she was spanked, the last more than five years
prior; Emily could only remember one spanking in her life.  Kelly
asked them to describe the spankings.  They told her truthfully
that they had been spanked only by a foster mother, on their bare
bottoms, and that it really hadn't been very severe.  She had
used her open palm and had given them no more than five slaps. 
Kelly solemnly shook her head, and said that things were going to
change for them, and that they would be disciplined "as I was
when I was a child."  She didn't elaborate further.

My mind was racing; could it be true?  Did Kelly really intend to
spank the girls when they needed to be punished?  From a young
age, I had always been interested in spanking.  While I was never
spanked myself, I was very curious about the spankings my friends
or classmates got at home.  Whenever I had heard of one of them
having "gotten it," I used to ask as many questions as I could to
learn the details without trying to seem too interested.  Was it
on the bare or over clothes?  What implements if any were used? 
At the time, I didn't understand what about spankings I found so
fascinating, but I soon did.  Once when I was 12, I was walking
home from school when I heard faint crying coming from a house
several down the street from mine.  I didn't know who lived
there, as it had just recently been sold.  I couldn't resist and
had to check it out.  The living room was in the back of the
house, but the window was not completely closed.  I crouched down
and looked through, and I saw a little girl, probably eight or
nine, draped across the lap of an older girl, maybe 19 or 20.  I
didn't know if she was her older sister or babysitter, but she
was wielding a large, wooden hairbrush and whacking the little
girl's bare bottom with it.  The kid's cries were much louder
now, but it was the older girl's face that caught my attention. 
She was smiling.  And it was not a typical smile; her face
clearly showed anger, but her lips were separated and grinning. 
There was no denying she was greatly enjoying what she was doing.
 I only watched for 30 seconds, but the expression never changed,
and it didn't appear she had any intention of ending the
spanking.  I quickly made my way back to the street and continued
to walk home, my mind filled with new thoughts.

That night, I laid in bed, and for the first time, thought of
what I had seen earlier in the day as I rubbed between my legs. 
My body responded differently than it had ever did before, and it
felt amazing.  Without even consciously doing it, I imagined
myself in the place of the older girl, with the kid draped across
my lap.  I pictured pulling her panties down, picking up the
hairbrush, and spanking her hard.  I imagined her squirming and
kicking, but the more she resisted and cried, the harder I
spanked.  There was a rush like I had never felt before, and soon
I experienced the most intense orgasm of my young life.

After that day, I did everything I could to try to witness
spankings, and I would lie awake, thinking of how I could one day
administer a spanking myself.  I also came up with many fantasies
smacking and whipping little girls.  In my dreams, I was in a
position of authority over children, usually a schoolteacher or
headmistress or babysitter. A child would soon disobey or
backtalk or behave like a spoiled brat, and I would have the
opportunity to punish her.  The child was consistently a preteen
girl, right at that age where she thought she knew everything and
could get away with anything she wanted.  I would strip the child
naked, slapping her hard across the face if she resisted.  I'd
then position her for punishment and derive the most incredible
pleasure from whipping and beating her and making her scream and
cry in pain.  I would either bend the girl over a piece of
furniture and apply the paddle, strap, or cane to her bottom, or
I would lay her down on a bench or table and soundly whack the
soles of her bare feet with a hard wooden ruler or belt.  I did
not think I was a sadist, but in my dreams, it felt so good to
reduce the naughty brat to a howling, bawling baby who was
completely under my control.  I enjoyed the feeling of total
power over the child, and I would always wake up completely
soaking wet from these dreams.  Several years ago, I had even
secretly started collecting spanking implements, thinking I could
somehow use them.  Every time I had babysat for a naughty little
girl in my neighborhood, I would promise myself I would give her
what she deserved, but I had always chickened out; I was always
afraid of being discovered.  The truth was that I could have
easily given a spanking and not gotten into any trouble, but I
was always so self- conscious about it.  I always found it so
ironic and frustrating that someone who would derive no enjoyment
from spanking a child probably would have easily spanked some of
those girls I babysat, but I, who yearned to give a good, hard
spanking, could not bring myself to do it.

Over the next couple of weeks, Katie and Emily became more and
more used to their new environment, and as they did, they started
to behave like a typical pair of bratty little girls.  They
became slack about during their chores, they would not come when
called, and they would regularly talk back to us.  I suspected
Kelly knew exactly what needed to be done, but it became apparent
nothing was going to happen as long as Mr. Walker was working out
of the house.  I began to have daily fantasies about disciplining
the children; I would lie in bed at night and imagine punishing
them while I rubbed myself to hot orgasm.  It didn't help that
Katie and Emily looked and behaved exactly like the little girls
I imagined in my fantasies.  Sometimes, I would place a couple of
pillows on top of each other on the center of my bed, retrieve a
paddle or switch from my collection of implements, and whack the
pillows hard while I scolded out loud, imagining I had bent one
of the girls over them for punishment.  There was something about
actually standing at the side of the bed, holding a real
implement in my hand, and being able to administer hard whacks to
an object which produced a loud sound that made the whole
experience seem much more real than a fantasy; however, it still
felt incomplete.  I wanted an actual child to whip.  I wanted a
naughty little girl struggling and begging while I positioned her
over those pillows.  I wanted to tell her just how she was going
to be punished and watch those tears start to fall.  And most of
all, I wanted to paddle her and strap her and switch her good and
hard while I elicited the most satisfying shrieks and howls of
pain from the little brat.  And that's exactly what I did after
falling asleep.  In my dreams, I was "Mistress Kara" and had
complete authority over Katie and Emily.  I would catch the girls
misbehaving, smack them hard across their know-it-all faces, and
drag them by their earlobes into the bedroom, twisting hard while
they cried.  I would bend Emily over the foot of her bed and whip
her hard with my belt as she wailed; then I would lay Katie down
on the bed, tie her ankles to each bed post, and use a long
wooden ruler to whack the soles of her feet, seeing which girl I
could get to scream louder.  In the morning I would wake up with
their cries ringing in my ears, dripping wet, and within 30
seconds of rubbing, I would once again be overcome by an orgasm
which would take my breath away.

Two weeks after the children arrived, everything changed.  Mr.
Walker left on a two-week business trip to Europe, and Kelly and
I were left alone with the girls.  On the day he left, Kelly
entered Katie's room, closed the door, and started talking in a
loud voice.  I was in the next room, and could only hear snippets
of the lecture, but it was apparent that Katie had failed to do
all her morning chores, something both Kelly and I had repeatedly
admonished her for.  The voices got louder, and there was a
sudden commotion; I heard what sounded like stomping, the
scraping of a chair, and more frantic stomping, accompanied by
Katie's sudden shouts of "No!  No! You can't!"

I couldn't help but smile as I Realized what was going on, and I
was already getting wet from the thought.  A few seconds later, I
heard the unmistakable sounds of a spanking!  An actual spanking!
 Right here, in the next room, and it was real!  Katie's defiant
cries of "No!" quickly turned into cries of pain as the slaps
rained down.

"Owww!  Stop!  You caaaaan't spank me!  Please!  I'm sorry!  I'm
sorry!  I'll do it!  I'll be gooooood!  Please stoooooooop!"
Katie squealed as she obviously realized she had gone too far.

I couldn't believe how quickly Katie's attitude was changing from
one of utter defiance into one of submission.  If I had ever
needed proof that physical punishment was the only way to deal
with naughty little girls, this was it.

I was a bit disappointed, however, as it did not sound as if
Katie was getting spanked on her bare bottom, and after what
seemed like about 20 smacks, Kelly stopped the spanking.  I
couldn't imagine Katie's punishment was over, and I went out into
the hall where I could hear more clearly.  My sexual excitement
had just started to mount, and it was going to be a huge letdown
if Kelly was going to allow this spoiled little brat to get off
with such a light spanking.  To my surprise, Emily was already in
the hall, listening with a shocked expression on her face.

"You have two minutes, Katie, not a second longer," I heard Kelly
exclaim.  I wondered what that meant, but at that moment, Kelly
emerged from Katie's room and proceeded towards her own bedroom.
As she passed by Emily, she grabbed her arm and said, "You come
with me right now; you have a good dose coming yourself!"  Next
thing I knew, both Kelly and Emily had disappeared into Kelly's
bedroom.

Katie, tears streaming down her face, followed Kelly out of her
room and headed downstairs.  I quickly followed to find out what
had happened.  My mind was a blur and racing with possibilities.

"She wants me to cut a switch," said Katie miserably as she went
outside.

A switch!  I continued to follow her, my sexual excitement
growing by the second.

"What kind of a switch?" I eagerly wanted to know.  In my mind, I
was already picturing Katie kicking and screaming as a switch
painted bright red stripes on her naughty bottom.

"She told me to cut a hickory branch and make sure it's at least
two feet long," said Katie through muffled tears.

"What will she do to you if the switch is smaller?", I wanted to
know.

"She didn't say, but I don't think I want to find out.  I'm
really scared!", she said.  I became even wetter, and my heart
rate began to increase.  All I could think about was that this
naughty child was about to get a sound whipping, and the thought
turned me on like nothing ever had.  I watched in amazement as
Katie selected the element of her coming punishment and walked
upstairs to  Kelly's bedroom.  Kelly closed her door after Katie
entered, winking at me as the door closed.  I could tell her face
was flushed.  In a trance, I knelt by the door to hear the sounds
that would emerge.

"Remove your dress and skirt, girl," said Kelly.  Katie was
crying harder now.

"Stop that crying RIGHT NOW!!" Kelly instructed.  "You're going
over this bench whether you like it or not.  You DESERVE a
spanking, and that is PRECISELY what you're going to get.  Now I
want you to come over here, remove your sandals, take off your
panties, and bend over. It's time you learned what happens to
disobedient children in this house."

Katie gasped, stamping her feet in childish refusal.  "No, mommy,
no, noooooooo!!" she begged in keening, frantic tones.  "Don't
make me take them off, spank me over my panties, please mommy,
you don't know how awful it is, please don't..."  <SMACK!!>

"You GET those PANTIES down NOW!!" Kelly shouted as she slapped
the child hard, probably across the face.

"No mommy, no, please don't, I'm sorry, I'll do it, noooo..."

I reached down and began to rub myself.  My earlier concerns that
Kelly would go easy on this girl and not punish her the way she
deserved had now fully evaporated, and Katie was only half the
picture!  I smiled as I thought of Emily getting her "dose,"
curious as to where she was right now in that room.  I began to
wonder if Kelly would ever let me inflict punishment on the
girls; oh what I wouldn't give to feel their naked little bodies
draped across my lap, squirming and wiggling as I whacked their
naughty bottoms good and hard with a paddle.  My thoughts were
interrupted by Kelly's sharp voice.

"All right, Katie, let's get you into position."

"Mommy, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Katie wailed, as she no doubt
realized her chances of escape were quickly approaching zero.

"Oh, you'll soon have something to wail about, you little brat,"
I thought to myself as I pictured the now-naked girl bending over
and presenting her bare bottom for punishment.

Kelly then gave Katie another lecture about doing her chores,
then told her that she would not tolerate unruliness and that
disobedient little girls in this house "get spanked on the bare
bottom."

The "bare bottom" was emphasized by Kelly, as if getting spanked
on the bare bottom was to be a rare occasion.  Of course, they
were to find out later that they were never to be punished any
other way, as it should be.

"I'm sorry mommy I didn't mean it really I didn't please don't
spank me..."

"Hold still and stop that wriggling!" Kelly ordered.  "And I
don't want to hear another word out of you, Katie!  You've had
this coming for weeks now, and this is one lesson you aren't
going to forget in a hurry!!"

After a brief pause at the end of Kelly's lecture, the switch
made its first appearance.

<Swish, CRACK!>  Katie screamed in pain.   <Swish, CRACK!> Again,
Katie howled and I began to feel an incredible heat between my
legs. Here was a little brat, getting the whipping of her life,
and I was listening!  How I wished I were the one wielding that
switch.  "Beat her, Kelly!" I whispered aloud as the whipping
continued.  "Beat her hard!  Punish her, and don't hold back! 
That's right, make her scream...Louder!  Louder!  Oh yeah, just
like that!  You know this is exactly what this child has deserved
for weeks!"

<Swish-WHACK!> <Swish-CRACK!> <Swish-THWACK!>  The blows came
mercilessly, intertwined with Katie's shrieking, crying, and
begging; such lovely music to my ears.  My heat grew.  <Swish,
CRACK>  <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK>
<CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK>

The "spanking" continued for what seemed like an hour, but was
actually only a couple minutes after two dozen unbelievable
lashes. My female being was on fire at the end, and my legs were
weak.  As I got up to hurry away from the door, it opened, and
Kelly motioned for me to enter.  I noticed her face was fiery
red, and she had a glint in her eye.  I was embarrassed and
excited at the same time.

I entered to find a scene straight out of my fantasies.  The
10-year- old girl was completely naked and bent over a tall bench
near the foot of the bed, bawling loudly.  Her hands had been
secured to the legs of the bench, and her feet barely reached the
ground, her toes just brushing the carpet.  Her bottom looked
incredible.  Long, red welts covered the entire lower surface of
Katie's bottom.  On the right buttock, and on the right thigh, I
saw yellow-purple blisters caused by the end of the switch.  I
let my eyes wonder the room, and in one corner, I saw Emily, nose
pressed against the wall, no doubt extremely scared she was next,
which I hoped she was.  Oh how badly I wanted to strip her naked
and beat her right then and there!

Drunk with passion, I couldn't think of anything to say.  I just
stared.  I finally managed to stammer, "This looks like a good
way to punish."

"It's the only proper way to punish a bratty little girl," Kelly
responded.  "Would you like to give her another half dozen
strokes with the hickory switch, to see how you like it?  Both
girls need to learn it's not just me who is in charge of
discipline."

I almost had an orgasm right then and there.  Had I heard
correctly? Katie began to protest but Kelly quickly silenced her
by giving her five hard spanks to her very sore and red bottom. 
This of course only silenced her protests; her cries increased in
volume.

"Make it a full dozen for that outburst; she needs to learn that
children in this house shall not speak unless they are spoken to,
especially during punishment," Kelly said curtly.  She was about
to hand me the switch when she suddenly paused, eyeing her watch.

"I didn't realize the time; I have to be at a hair appointment in
15 minutes.  We can continue this another time."

My heart sank.  I was so close...Too close.  I had to do
something. Mustering up as much courage as I could, I said, "No
need to wait till later; how about you go to your appointment,
and I'll deal with Katie and Emily?"

I was worried my voice would sound shaky or too eager or somehow
not just right, but it sounded good, and I seemed to have struck
the right chord with Kelly, since she paused and seemed to
consider it.

"I don't know, Kara.  Do you have experience whipping children?"
she finally asked.

"Yes I do," I said with a level of confidence that surprised me.
"When I was a few years younger, I was regularly asked by a
family who lived on our street to baby-sit their three daughters.
 They were an Eastern European family and very strict and
insisted I spank the girls whenever they misbehaved, which was
quite often."

"What kind of spankings?" Kelly asked.  It had worked
beautifully; none of what I had just told Kelly was of course
true, but it didn't matter.  I had played out dozens of spanking
fantasies in my head, and it was second nature to come up with a
believable story line.  I now had to continue it and answer her;
no way was I going to risk Kelly changing her mind and lose the
opportunity to punish Katie, and maybe even Emily if I was lucky.
 I wanted it so badly, I could taste it.

"There were three basic rules," I said, trying to choose my next
words carefully.  I had reached the pivotal moment; if Kelly were
the type who believed a child needed to be spanked as a last
resort and only for her own good, it was critical I came across
as being strict but still gentle.  On the other hand, if Kelly
believed that little girls simply needed hard spankings as a
matter of course to learn to behave, and if she maybe even
enjoyed giving a spanking, it was in my interest to sound very
strict and unsympathetic towards the child; just like a
disciplinarian.  I had no idea if Kelly was anything like me and
got sexually aroused by the sound spanking of children, but based
on what I had observed so far, I decided Kelly fell much more
into the latter camp than the former, and I chose what I said
next accordingly.

"I had to give all spankings on the bare bottom, I had to use an
implement at some point throughout the spanking, and I was not
allowed to stop spanking until the girl was loudly screaming and
crying."

Kelly's face broke out in a smile.  "Now those are exactly the
kind of rules used by parents who know what they are doing.  If
more people had such rules, I guarantee you we wouldn't have
bratty kids screaming and running wild in restaurants and stores.
 How old were the girls, and what type of implements did you use
on them?"

I knew I had won her over.  The rest was just icing on the cake.

"They were 8, 9, and 11.  The naughtiest little brats you could
imagine, except for perhaps Katie and Emily.  Most of the time, I
would bend the girl over my lap and use a paddle on her, or
position her over the back of a chair and whip her with a leather
strap." Talking to Kelly about the punishment of children like
this was turning me on beyond belief, and I debated if I should
say something about whacking naughty little girls on the soles of
their feet, but I decided against it.  If everything went well
here, there would be ample opportunity to discuss punishment
techniques later.

"Did you ever feel the spankings you had to give were too harsh?"

I was now in my element, and I smiled back.  "No, I never did. 
Sure the girls would be bawling by the time I was done with a
spanking, but that was the point; the punishment was meant to
hurt."

"Okay, it sounds like you can more than handle things with Katie
while I am gone."

"And Emily?  You had promised her a dose as well."

"Give her a dozen as well.  If either of them give you any
trouble, any trouble at all, tell me, and I'll personally tend to
them myself when I come back."

It was over; I had done it.  I was about to live out my fantasy!
Hoping I was doing a good job of keeping my excitement in check,
I said, "Don't worry, they are going to get exactly what they
deserve. You will find two very sorry little girls waiting for
you when you return."

"I'm sure I will," she said as she handed me the switch, and with
a smile, excused herself.

When I held the switch in my hand, I felt an electric current
course through me.  It was going to happen; it was *ACTUALLY*
going to happen.  I had finally done it; I was alone with the
naughtiest little girl I could imagine, and I had full authority
to inflict harsh physical punishment.  Here I was, me, in a
position of complete power, a two-foot length of hickory in my
hand, a spoiled and bratty preteen bared and ready for discipline
before me (and one waiting in the corner), and it was no dream. 
I couldn't believe it; it *really* was happening!  "Mistress
Kara" was *actually* going to soundly whip and beat these
disobedient, insolent children into submission, and I found
myself consumed by an overwhelming sense of triumph and pleasure.
 I stared at the blond, pigtailed little brat before me, and she
was all mine!  Mine to discipline, mine to punish, mine to
thrash!  I had dreamed of this moment since the girls' arrival,
and I now had every intention of taking full advantage of my
position of power to thoroughly enjoy myself and make Katie pay
for her disobedience and insolence.  I thought about her constant
haughty attitude, how she felt free to repeatedly backtalk with
impunity, and I began to experience The most intense desire to
hurt this girl, to make her suffer, to watch her writhe and
shriek as I gleefully beat her with my switch good and hard.  It
was an incredibly powerful feeling, and the greatest aphrodisiac
I had ever felt.  I flicked the switch lightly against my left
palm and couldn't believe the sting.  If a light tap on my hand
could hurt this much, a full-force, good hard stroke on a naughty
bare bottom must feel like absolute fire!  I now realized the
sheer magnitude of the pain I was about to inflict, and I felt
hot juices begin to run down my legs.

I decided to wait a few more minutes to let Katie gain as much of
her composure as she could; the quieter she was when I began the
whipping, the better.  I wanted to elicit fresh howls and screams
from the girl, so I could fully enjoy the severity and
effectiveness of the punishment.  While I waited, I took
advantage of the time to run my hands over the child's bottom. 
It was hot to the touch, and I could easily feel the raised welts
caused by the earlier switching.  I began to slowly massage the
area, concentrating especially on her sit-spot, where I intended
to deliver the majority of the strokes.  Katie relaxed slightly,
and I realized she probably thought I was trying to alleviate the
hot burning of her little bottom.  In fact, my goal was the exact
opposite; I wanted to prevent the numbing of the area.  I knew
that after an extended pause during physical punishment, the
skin's nerves had a tendency to go to sleep, so to speak, and I
wanted to make certain all the nerve endings were wide awake when
I resumed her discipline.  My sexual excitement was growing by
the second, and after a couple of minutes, I could no longer
postpone the moment.

I approached the child and raised the switch high.  In a stern
voice, I said, "This is what happens to little girls who don't do
their chores!" and swung the switch.

In a split second, all the years of fantasy were suddenly turned
into reality.  This was no pillow before me; this was the bare
bottom of a real flesh and blood child, one who deserved physical
punishment like none other.  I intended to make this hurt, and I
flicked my wrist to maximize the speed.  I heard a swish as the
switch descended, felt it slice the air, and rotated my body to
put more force behind it.  An instant later, the switch made
contact with the child's upturned bottom, producing a loud and
satisfying THWACK!!

Up until this very moment, I had often wondered whether the
feelings I would experience if I ever got to administer physical
punishment for real would be the same as in my fantasies.  Just
because the thought of myself whipping and beating a naughty
child gave me incredible pleasure, would I derive the same
pleasure if the child were real and not imagined?  I had heard
parents use the expression, "This hurts me more than it hurts
you;" what if I felt sorry for the little girl  and wanted to
stop?  Well, I now had an answer.  The feelings which began to
surface were unlike anything I could have imagined; they were
much stronger than anything I had experienced during any fantasy.
 The switch left behind a glowing red welt, and I felt a surge of
power like never before.  What happened over the next several
seconds was incredible; Katie writhed over the bench, kicked both
her feet in the air, and threw her head back and screamed in
pain.  My sexual excitement reached new heights as I watched; her
reaction to the pain I had just inflicted gave me the most
intense feeling of satisfaction I had ever experienced.  There
was an incredible rush of excitement, and I felt a savage joy at
hearing the sounds of the child's suffering.  I stood transfixed
as the reality of the situation began to hit me.  I had just
whacked a child!  An actual, naughty, bratty, disobedient little
child who thought she called the shots around here.  And not only
had I just whacked her, I now had an overpowering urge to whack
her again and again, over and over, good and hard, until she
learned just what I do to naughty little girls in my charge.  I
was overcome with the hot burning lust to inflict pain and revel
in it, to fully indulge myself and not hold back.  No more being
self- conscious like when I used to baby-sit; I was going to turn
Katie into one very sorry and contrite little girl, and I wasn't
going to be satisfied until I had her howling and screaming at
the top of her lungs.

I couldn't help but grin broadly as I raised the switch again and
began to soundly whip her lower bottom and thighs.  Katie bucked
furiously, her blond pigtails swishing up and down.  Each stroke
was followed by a shrill, piercing scream which sent waves of
pleasure right to my private parts, intensifying the fire between
my legs to a level I didn't think possible.  A few minutes ago, I
had thought nothing could feel better than listening to this
disobedient child receive her punishment, but I was wrong.  It
was so much more gratifying to soundly thrash the naughty little
brat myself, to inflict the pain that forced her to acknowledge
my authority over her.  I repeatedly brought the switch down with
sadistic glee, making sure to cross as many previous welts as
possible to ensure the girl felt the maximum pain, and judging by
her reactions, the punishment was having the desired effect.  In
my fantasies, I had sometimes wondered whether the constant and
unmitigated screams of real children getting thrashed would annoy
me, but I now learned nothing could be further from the truth.  I
found it incredibly satisfying to make this insolent little child
shriek and cry across that bench, such lovely music to my ears. 
I raised my voice and began to loudly scold her as I continued to
punish.

"So you think you are going to misbehave and get away with it,
huh little brat?" <Swish, WHACK!>
"YIIIIIIIIEIEEEEEEEEIIIIIIOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!  NOOOOOO!"

"You think I am going to tolerate disobedience and backtalk from
a 10- year-old girl?  HUH?!!" <Swish, WHACK!> 
"YIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE- HAAAAAAAAA!!!  WAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOO! 
PLEEEEZE!  It HUUUUURTS!"

"Oh, that hurts, huh child?  Does it?  Good!  I want it to hurt.
You are a naughty little girl, and it's about time someone put
you in  your place!"  <Swish, WHACK!>  "Aiiiieeiiieeeiaaaaaaaah!!
Ieeee-aaaa- haaaah! NOOOOO!  PLEEEEZE!!  Waaaaaah!  I'm
SORRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE! Waaaaaaah!"

"Oh you're sorry, huh?  Well, that's not good enough.  I'm in
charge, and I'm going to make sure you are severely punished! 
Where's your haughty attitude now, little girl?  Huh?!  HUH?!" 
<Swish, WHACK!> "YIIIIEEEEEEIIIAAWWWWWWW!  WAAAAAAH-HAAAAA-HAAAA!
 NO MORE! PLEEEEEZE!  WAAAAAAH! I BE GOOOOOOD!  WAAAAAAH!!!"

I was almost shouting to be heard over Katie's anguished wails
and cries; it was absolutely thrilling to scold her like this, to
beat the girl with the switch as I sternly said, "HUH?!"  I was
taking great pleasure from every stroke, every crack of hickory
on bare skin, every shriek and howl of pain and terror and
helplessness.  She was begging and pleading for the whipping to
end, and it only served to further fuel my desire to thrash her
as hard as I could.  The girl was powerless, she had to just lie
there and take it!  I gleefully continued the discipline,
relishing the power I held over her.

"Imagine, only 10 years old, and she thinks she doesn't have to
follow the rules or obey her elders.  Oh believe me, little girl,
you are going to learn to obey!  Don't you ever forget that you
are a CHILD!!! And do you know just how I deal with an unruly
child who thinks she is in charge, huh?  HUH?!!!  Take *THAT*!!!"
 <Swish, WHACK!> "YIIIIIEEEEEEEEEOWWW!!!"

"And *THAT*!!!"  <Swish, WHACK!>
"YIIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAAAIIIIIIAAAAAAA!!!!  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"And *THAT*!!!" <Swish, WHACK!>  "Waaaiiieeeeooowww!!! <sob>
Waaaaaah! <sob> Waaaaaaah!"

Katie was howling and bawling at the top of her lungs, and I was
in total ecstasy.  The power and control I had over this child
was intoxicating, and I was on the verge of an orgasm.  It was
now that I understood my true nature; nothing else could ever
give me the kind of sexual gratification that I was deriving from
severely beating this disobedient child into submission.  I
realized then and there I could never be satisfied with just this
one experience and had to plan accordingly.  I was starting
college next year; I imagined a career in education.  I could
have an entire classroom full of naughty little girls for me to
whip.  Or what about social work?  I could start an orphanage for
preteen girls.  And that did it; the thought of an entire
orphanage full of bratty little girls who desperately needed
physical punishment pushed me over the edge.

My body began tingling all over, and as I delivered the 12th and
final stroke, I felt myself orgasm as the little girl once again
screamed in pain.  It was the most glorious and intense orgasm I
had ever had, and I pressed my legs together as wave after wave
of ecstasy flooded through my body, the child's  shrieks echoing
in my ears as I relished my private pleasure.  I watched
fascinated as Katie's body bucked and trembled violently, her
bare feet kicking wildly in an attempt to rid herself of the
pain. Her mouth was open wide, taking in gulps of air between her
anguished howls.  Crocodile tears rolled down her face and onto
the carpet.  It took all my willpower not to grab her ankles,
raise her feet into the air, and apply the switch good and hard
to her bare soles.  Little did I know that it would only be a
week later when I would get to strap both sisters to this same
bench, remove their flip-flops, and whack each girl long and hard
on the soles of her bare feet with an 18-inch wooden ruler.  But
that's a story for another time.

I waited a few minutes for Katie to calm down, then undid the
straps binding her hands to the legs of the bench.

"Alright, child, On your feet!  Get up and stand in the corner,
hands behind your head," I ordered, already getting aroused
again.  I debated asking Katie questions like whether she had
learned her lesson, or whether the punishment had hurt and if she
was now ready to obey, but I decided against it.  Although it
would have been fun, I didn't want to unnecessarily delay, in
case Kelly came home sooner than expected.  Katie was taking up
valuable bench space, as it were, and I could hardly wait to put
Emily across it, this time fully experiencing the entire
punishment process myself, from beginning to end.

The bawling child struggled to her feet and stumbled toward the
corner that was still free and unoccupied.  I smiled with
satisfaction as my eyes fixed on the very red, inflamed skin, the
pattern of livid welts all across the round, little bottom that
bounced as the well-punished girl walked painfully towards the
far end of the room to take up her position in the corner. 
"Stand still and don't even thinking of turning around or getting
your nose out of the corner.  Any movement from you, little girl,
and I won't hesitate to put you back over this bench for another
good thrashing!" I exclaimed.  I now turned my attention to
Emily.