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My bags were packed and a taxi would pick me up to take me to the airport in the next few hours. In a way I was sad to go, because if there was one positive to this trip, I had warmed to the children, and the feeling was mutual. After playing a game of draughts with five-year-old Rain, having just taught her the basic rules a few days ago (and deliberately made some bad moves so she could win), I decided to just double-check I had all my essentials in my carry-on luggage: spare cash, aeroplane tickets, passport… passport… where's the passport?! Okay, I started to panic, because I was sure I had kept it safely in my bag. I only took it out once to show Rain and Mandy, since they had never seen one before.\n\n\tAs I frantically searched the lounge, I caught a glimpse of Rain who was standing in the doorway, watching me nervously. Normally I would understand a child being scared of seeing a grown-up carelessly overturning the cushions, but there was something in her expression that implied something more.\n\t“Rain, do you where my passport is?” I asked calmly, not wanting to jump to the wrong conclusion but also hoping for an honest answer.\n\t“No, Uncle Tommy,” she replied, looking like she was close to tears. “But I saw Mandy take it.”\n\t“Thank you for telling me dear,” I gave her a hug to reassure her, and went searching for Mandy. I hoped in the back of my mind that Rain wasn't lying to get her big sister into trouble for some unknown reason, but the truth would reveal itself shortly.\n\n\t“Any luck,” Yasmin asked from the landing as I climbed the stairs towards the bedrooms.\n\t“Not yet, but I have a lead,” I answered. Yasmin bore a look of confusion, which quickly melted into a barely suppressed rage as I knocked on Mandy's door.\n\t“Who is it?” Mandy called.\n\t“It's Tommy; may I come in?”\n\t“N-not right now,” Mandy nervously answered. “I-I'm not decent.”\n\t“Open the door right now,” Yasmin yelled while opening it herself. Mandy, actually fully dressed, screamed and backed up slightly, but not fast enough to get away from her mother as she grabbed her arm, spun her around and landed a hard smack on the back of her pink shorts.\n\t“Did you take Tommy's passport?” she screamed in her face. “Where is it?”\n\t“Yasmin, stop,” I pleaded, her anger going way too far.\n\t“It's under the pillow,” Mandy cried fearfully. I quickly went over to check, and lo and behold, there it was.\n\t“You are in big trouble, young lady,” Yasmin snarled. “How dare you do that to my friend.”\n\t“Yasmin, can I talk in private?” I quickly asked. Yasmin gave me a bitter look.\n\t“Put your nose in the corner right now,” she ordered Mandy, who quickly complied, running to the nearest empty corner in her bedroom. I sighed slightly, glad my small gambit paid off to give Mandy a reprieve.\n\n\t“What are you going to do?” I asked Yasmin once we were alone in her bedroom.\n\t“She is going to get the whipping of a lifetime,” she growled. “These are the house rules – if you steal, you get the strap.” She opened her bedside drawer to reveal said implement, a long strip of black leather about fifty centimetres long.\n\t“There's no alternative?” I queried.\n\t“If you don't want to witness it, I'll do it after you leave.”\n\t“No, that won't be necessary,” I shot down the idea, but I was still very uncomfortable. Yasmin was red in the face and shaking with rage. “But I request that I am the one who spanks her.”\n\t“What?”\n\t“I was the victim of her crime – it's only fair that I pass the sentence. She will understand and learn better that way,” I justified. “You can witness and make sure I don't go too far.”\n\tYasmin considered my proposal for a moment, and nodded ever so slightly.\n\t“She's ten years old, right?” I clarified.\n\t“Yes.”\n\t“Then I will give her ten lashes…” I started.\n\t“Far too few,” Yasmin interrupted. “The lesson won't sink in.”\n\t“…on her bare bottom,” I finished. Yasmin looked taken aback but actually grinned, which I honestly found disturbing.\n\t“Fine by me,” she agreed.\n\t“First though, Mandy needs to get ready,” I noted, and with that, I returned to Mandy's bedroom, with Yasmin following close behind.\n\t“Rain, can you stay downstairs for a few minutes?” I called when I saw her at the foot of the stairs wondering what was going on. “Check to see if the cat is okay.” Rain quickly disappeared.\n\n\tMandy hadn't moved from her corner, and I gently put my hand on her shoulder.\n\t“Do you know what happens now, Mandy?” I asked as I slowly turned her around.\n\t“I… I'm to get the strap from mum,” she replied, looking at Yasmin in terror.\n\t“Not quite. You'll get the strap from me, because you stole from me, not mum,” I corrected. “But I must ask you Mandy… why did you take it?”\n\t“I…” she stammered.\n\t“Answer him!” Yasmin demanded. I held my hand up at her to indicate 'stop'.\n\t“It's fine dear,” I reassured Mandy. “It won't make it any worse, but it might help.”\n\t“I… I don't want you to leave,” she cried. “I like you Tommy. I don't want you to go.”\n\t“Aww, sweetie,” I smiled. “I like you too, but that's not the way to make me stay, or want to stay.”\n\tMandy sniffled and looked at the floor. “I'm sorry.”\n\t“I know dear, but we have to make sure that doesn't happen again. Stealing is bad no matter the reason,” I explained. “For now though, can you take off your shorts and panties and give them to me.”\n\tMandy looked up in surprise and confusion. “But why?”\n\t“Because you'll be spanked on the bare,” I quickly answered when I heard Yasmin draw breath. Mandy bit her lip, holding back tears, and complied, looking very defeated. She covered herself with one hand as she handed me her garments.\n\t“Okay sweetie, I want to you go to the bathroom and sit on the potty for a few minutes. Do a wee and a poo if you need to. We'll fetch you shortly.”\n\t“Okay,” Mandy replied in a high-pitched voice, walking to the bathroom with her lower half completely naked.\n\n\t“You have a strange way of punishing children,” Yasmin remarked as we returned to her bedroom.\n\t“It gives me a chance to cool down and prepare myself for what I'm about to do,” I explained, “and it gives Mandy time to mentally prepare herself for what's about to come. Honestly, don't you know that the wait is often worse than the strokes?”\n\t“Hmmm, I guess so,” she replied.\n\n\tFor the next few minutes, I prepared the room by piling the pillows at the bottom of Yasmin's bed so Mandy would have something comfortable to lie over while also making sure I had a clear target and would not accidentally strike something I shouldn't strike, like her tail-bone. Once all was ready, I went to the bathroom – the door was slightly ajar.\n\t“Mandy, it's time,” I quietly announced, pushing the door open. Mandy remained motionless on the toilet, looking at me with so much fear. I walked over and flushed it while she was still seated on it, mostly to preserve her dignity if she had emptied herself, then I took her hand. She willingly followed me out.\n\t“Tommy… please,” Mandy pleaded, clinging onto my arm as we entered Yasmin's bedroom. “I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. I don't want you to go. I… I love you brother.”\n\tI could almost feel my heart implode, and I'm sure she saw it in my face. Yasmin rolled her eyes.\n\t“I love you too, little sister,” I replied, holding her wrists lightly as I looked at her traumatised face. “But when you commit a crime, a price has to be paid, but after the punishment is done, that's it – clean slate, nothing more. Do you understand?”\n\tMandy bit her lip and nodded sorrowfully.\n\t“Good girl. Now bend over and put your hands forward,” I ordered, patting the pillows that would elevate her pelvis. “Yasmin, can you hold her wrists?”\n\n\tAs Mandy obediently got into position and stretched her hands forward, Yasmin grabbed her wrists like manacles, ensuring that she could not reach back should her instincts override her self-discipline. I picked up the strap from the sideboard in my left hand and walked around to Mandy's right side, where her bottom awaited, elevated by the pillows and completely unprotected. Her left cheek had a minor red patch from that earlier swat from Yasmin, but I had to put that thought aside as I raised the strap. As it cracked across her bottom, Mandy let out a high-pitched gasp. Her hands balled into fists briefly but showed surprising restraint at the urge to reach back or otherwise get away. Yasmin gripped her more tightly than I would have liked and sported a hateful scowl. I looked away from her and instead at the stripe that started to form across Mandy's bottom, its colour resembling that of her shorts. I lashed the strap again, landing it almost perfectly below the first one, creating what looked like one wide stripe. Mandy shrieked and clenched her cheeks.\n\n\tBy the time I landed the third lash on her sit-spots, Mandy broke down into tears. It was fascinating to see her bottom change colour as the strap landed on it, from white to pink, and pink to red if it struck the same spot twice. I systematically worked my way down her bottom, starting with the meat, then the sit-spots, then landing the fifth and sixth lashes on the folds where her thighs join her bottom.\n\t“Ow-ha-ha-ha-ha!” Poor Mandy was now crying loudly and sobbing uncontrollably, and was understandably trying to pull her hands free so she could rub away that burning sting that must have been unbearable. I kept my resolve as I landed the seventh on the backs of her thighs, which caused her to let out a long, mournful wail. The eighth and ninth blows landed on her sit-spots once more, since I felt she needed a small future reminder of what happens if she does something stupid out of desperation again. To end, I landed the tenth and final lash much harder than the others across the meat of her bottom, eliciting a final scream from Mandy before she collapsed into quiet sobbing.\n\n\tI put the strap down and took a look at my handiwork. Her bottom was covered with fairly regular pink stripes that glowed an angry red where they overlapped. You could see a step-like pattern on the left side where the tip of the strap had landed, but it was otherwise a relatively neat if sore arrangement. Up at the other end, the bedsheets under her face were drenched in tears, saliva and some mucus, the endeavour having been a big workout on her lungs. Her mother seemed a little annoyed that I had stopped when I said I would: one lash for each year of her age. But I was only punishing Mandy, not trying to make her suffer beyond what was necessary, and from the state of her, she had learnt her lesson, her lungs and soul purified.\n\n\t“Okay sweetie, you can stand up now,” I quietly spoke, which was Yasmin's cue to let her go. Predictably, Mandy immediately grabbed her bottom and tried to rub away the fire, with little success. Once she was done dancing around for a few seconds, I wordlessly handed her her shorts and panties. When she finally noticed them through tear-blurred eyes, she sniffled and took them, no longer really caring about her partial nudity.\n\t“Get yourself a glass of water then go to your room for 10 minutes to cool off,” I ordered, at which Mandy walked off, sobbing and broken.\n\n\tOnce she left, I closed the door and looked at Yasmin, and the pain started to hit me as well.\n\t“That'll teach her not to hurt my friends,” she growled.\n\t“She didn't hurt me,” I corrected her. “But I am hurt for having to do that.”\n\t“Then why didn't you let me do it?” she raised her voice.\n\t“Because you're angry and want to spank her out of petty revenge, not punishment,” I sternly answered. “That does more harm than the strap ever will.”\n\tYasmin looked really put off and mouthed something that I could only interpret as gibberish, and with that, I left her bedroom.\n\n\tAfter getting myself a glass of water from the bathroom and taking some deep breaths, if not shedding a couple of tears myself, I steeled myself and walked towards Mandy's bedroom. I knocked on the door softly, not wanting to startle her.\n\t“Wh-who is it?” Mandy sobbed from the other side.\n\t“It's Tommy,” I reply. “May I come in?”\n\tAfter waiting in silence for ten seconds without hearing an answer, I slowly and quietly opened the door and peered inside. Mandy was curled up on her bed with a large teddy bear and didn't react as I approached. Part of me wondered if she was now scared of me.\n\n\t“Are you okay sweetie,” I asked as I sat next to her on the bed and gently stroked her hair.\n“I'm so sorry,” she cried.\n\t“Come here,” I picked her up and sat her on my lap, embracing her tightly. She quickly wrapped her arms around me and buried her face into my shoulder and just wailed.\n\t“It's okay, I forgive you precious,” I cooed. “It's over – clean slate.”\nMandy's response was a stuttered gasp.\n\t“That's it; deep breaths,” I instructed as I rocked her and continued to tenderly stroke her hair.\n\t“I love you, brother,” she sobbed, her wavering voice muffled against my shirt.\n\t“I love you too, little sis,” I replied genuinely. “Just, don't do something like that again just to get me to stay, okay?”\n\t“Mmhmm,” she whimpered.\n\t“I'm always on the other end of the telephone if you want to speak, and I will come and visit again, I promise.”\n\tI could feel Mandy visibly relax in our cuddle, and she had no intention of letting go. That was fine, I thought; she needs the affection right now, and with Yasmin's coldness towards her and Rain, I was not going to deny it.\n\n\tI started to get a little concerned when Mandy remained quiet for several minutes, and it quickly became apparent that she had fallen asleep in my arms. I just smiled warmly and kissed the top of her head, and then closed my eyes as I thought of the warm summer sun in a field of long grass.\n\n\tI'm not sure how much time had passed, but I found myself being woken up by Mandy's giggling.\n\t“Hmmm?” I groaned groggily,\n\t“You were snoring!” Mandy laughed.\n\tOkay, that was embarrassing! “I was not,” I playfully protested.\n\t“Were too,” Mandy answered back fearlessly.\n\t“Was not,” I fired back, tickling her ribs and causing her to squeal. This went on for a good minute, but she stuck to her story even after I only promised to stop if she said I wasn't snoring, but in the end, I stopped only because Yasmin opened the door quite suddenly and stared at us.\n\nI looked at her apprehensively, and to be honest I wasn't sure if she was indifferent, happy or annoyed.\n\t“Lunch will be ready in five minutes,” she announced matter-of-factly before leaving.\n\t“Ready for some food, Mandy?”\n\t“Oh yes!” she replied in a bouncy tone.\n\t“Then let's go!”\n\n\tTruthfully I was uneasy about visiting Yasmin again after I had seen her true colours with her children, and as I rode the taxi to the airport later that afternoon, I debated whether to renege on my vow to return, but if there was one thing would make me come back or at least stay in contact, it was the love and affection that her children gave me – they were extremely fond of me and I would not want to break their hearts by refusing to see them again. I would want to visit them again just to save them from becoming corrupted and jaded by their mother's influence, even if it did require the occasional red bottom.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tThis story begins at the house of a friend named Yasmin.  I had travelled from abroad to visit after planning it for a good few months.  As with any kind of visit, not everything was I had expected.  Having been recently divorced, Yasmin's attitude was somewhat cold and ruthless, and I was actually growing to be quite uncomfortable around her, especially with how harsh she was with her daughters, Rain and Mandy.  I had lost count at the number of times they had their noses put in the corner or their bottoms smacked for relatively minor things that often wasn't even their fault.  I did my best to not interfere though.

\tBut now my visit was coming to an end.  My bags were packed and a taxi would pick me up to take me to the airport in the next few hours.  In a way I was sad to go, because if there was one positive to this trip, I had warmed to the children, and the feeling was mutual.  After playing a game of draughts with five-year-old Rain, having just taught her the basic rules a few days ago (and deliberately made some bad moves so she could win), I decided to just double-check I had all my essentials in my carry-on luggage: spare cash, aeroplane tickets, passport… passport… where's the passport?!  Okay, I started to panic, because I was sure I had kept it safely in my bag.  I only took it out once to show Rain and Mandy, since they had never seen one before.

\tAs I frantically searched the lounge, I caught a glimpse of Rain who was standing in the doorway, watching me nervously.  Normally I would understand a child being scared of seeing a grown-up carelessly overturning the cushions, but there was something in her expression that implied something more.
\t“Rain, do you where my passport is?” I asked calmly, not wanting to jump to the wrong conclusion but also hoping for an honest answer.
\t“No, Uncle Tommy,” she replied, looking like she was close to tears. “But I saw Mandy take it.”
\t“Thank you for telling me dear,” I gave her a hug to reassure her, and went searching for Mandy.  I hoped in the back of my mind that Rain wasn't lying to get her big sister into trouble for some unknown reason, but the truth would reveal itself shortly.

\t“Any luck,” Yasmin asked from the landing as I climbed the stairs towards the bedrooms.
\t“Not yet, but I have a lead,” I answered.  Yasmin bore a look of confusion, which quickly melted into a barely suppressed rage as I knocked on Mandy's door.
\t“Who is it?” Mandy called.
\t“It's Tommy; may I come in?”
\t“N-not right now,” Mandy nervously answered. “I-I'm not decent.”
\t“Open the door right now,” Yasmin yelled while opening it herself.  Mandy, actually fully dressed, screamed and backed up slightly, but not fast enough to get away from her mother as she grabbed her arm, spun her around and landed a hard smack on the back of her pink shorts.
\t“Did you take Tommy's passport?” she screamed in her face. “Where is it?”
\t“Yasmin, stop,” I pleaded, her anger going way too far.
\t“It's under the pillow,” Mandy cried fearfully.  I quickly went over to check, and lo and behold, there it was.
\t“You are in big trouble, young lady,” Yasmin snarled. “How dare you do that to my friend.”
\t“Yasmin, can I talk in private?” I quickly asked.  Yasmin gave me a bitter look.
\t“Put your nose in the corner right now,” she ordered Mandy, who quickly complied, running to the nearest empty corner in her bedroom.  I sighed slightly, glad my small gambit paid off to give Mandy a reprieve.

\t“What are you going to do?” I asked Yasmin once we were alone in her bedroom.
\t“She is going to get the whipping of a lifetime,” she growled. “These are the house rules – if you steal, you get the strap.”  She opened her bedside drawer to reveal said implement, a long strip of black leather about fifty centimetres long.
\t“There's no alternative?” I queried.
\t“If you don't want to witness it, I'll do it after you leave.”
\t“No, that won't be necessary,” I shot down the idea, but I was still very uncomfortable.  Yasmin was red in the face and shaking with rage. “But I request that I am the one who spanks her.”
\t“What?”
\t“I was the victim of her crime – it's only fair that I pass the sentence.  She will understand and learn better that way,” I justified.  “You can witness and make sure I don't go too far.”
\tYasmin considered my proposal for a moment, and nodded ever so slightly.
\t“She's ten years old, right?” I clarified.
\t“Yes.”
\t“Then I will give her ten lashes…” I started.
\t“Far too few,” Yasmin interrupted. “The lesson won't sink in.”
\t“…on her bare bottom,” I finished.  Yasmin looked taken aback but actually grinned, which I honestly found disturbing.
\t“Fine by me,” she agreed.
\t“First though, Mandy needs to get ready,” I noted, and with that, I returned to Mandy's bedroom, with Yasmin following close behind.
\t“Rain, can you stay downstairs for a few minutes?” I called when I saw her at the foot of the stairs wondering what was going on. “Check to see if the cat is okay.”  Rain quickly disappeared.

\tMandy hadn't moved from her corner, and I gently put my hand on her shoulder.
\t“Do you know what happens now, Mandy?” I asked as I slowly turned her around.
\t“I… I'm to get the strap from mum,” she replied, looking at Yasmin in terror.
\t“Not quite.  You'll get the strap from me, because you stole from me, not mum,” I corrected. “But I must ask you Mandy… why did you take it?”
\t“I…” she stammered.
\t“Answer him!” Yasmin demanded.  I held my hand up at her to indicate 'stop'.
\t“It's fine dear,” I reassured Mandy.  “It won't make it any worse, but it might help.”
\t“I… I don't want you to leave,” she cried. “I like you Tommy.  I don't want you to go.”
\t“Aww, sweetie,” I smiled. “I like you too, but that's not the way to make me stay, or want to stay.”
\tMandy sniffled and looked at the floor. “I'm sorry.”
\t“I know dear, but we have to make sure that doesn't happen again.  Stealing is bad no matter the reason,” I explained. “For now though, can you take off your shorts and panties and give them to me.”
\tMandy looked up in surprise and confusion.  “But why?”
\t“Because you'll be spanked on the bare,” I quickly answered when I heard Yasmin draw breath.  Mandy bit her lip, holding back tears, and complied, looking very defeated.  She covered herself with one hand as she handed me her garments.
\t“Okay sweetie, I want to you go to the bathroom and sit on the potty for a few minutes.  Do a wee and a poo if you need to.  We'll fetch you shortly.”
\t“Okay,” Mandy replied in a high-pitched voice, walking to the bathroom with her lower half completely naked.

\t“You have a strange way of punishing children,” Yasmin remarked as we returned to her bedroom.
\t“It gives me a chance to cool down and prepare myself for what I'm about to do,” I explained, “and it gives Mandy time to mentally prepare herself for what's about to come.  Honestly, don't you know that the wait is often worse than the strokes?”
\t“Hmmm, I guess so,” she replied.

\tFor the next few minutes, I prepared the room by piling the pillows at the bottom of Yasmin's bed so Mandy would have something comfortable to lie over while also making sure I had a clear target and would not accidentally strike something I shouldn't strike, like her tail-bone.  Once all was ready, I went to the bathroom – the door was slightly ajar.
\t“Mandy, it's time,” I quietly announced, pushing the door open.  Mandy remained motionless on the toilet, looking at me with so much fear.  I walked over and flushed it while she was still seated on it, mostly to preserve her dignity if she had emptied herself, then I took her hand.  She willingly followed me out.
\t“Tommy… please,” Mandy pleaded, clinging onto my arm as we entered Yasmin's bedroom. “I'm so sorry.  Please don't hate me.  I don't want you to go.  I… I love you brother.”
\tI could almost feel my heart implode, and I'm sure she saw it in my face.  Yasmin rolled her eyes.
\t“I love you too, little sister,” I replied, holding her wrists lightly as I looked at her traumatised face. “But when you commit a crime, a price has to be paid, but after the punishment is done, that's it – clean slate, nothing more.  Do you understand?”
\tMandy bit her lip and nodded sorrowfully.
\t“Good girl.  Now bend over and put your hands forward,” I ordered, patting the pillows that would elevate her pelvis. “Yasmin, can you hold her wrists?”

\tAs Mandy obediently got into position and stretched her hands forward, Yasmin grabbed her wrists like manacles, ensuring that she could not reach back should her instincts override her self-discipline.  I picked up the strap from the sideboard in my left hand and walked around to Mandy's right side, where her bottom awaited, elevated by the pillows and completely unprotected.  Her left cheek had a minor red patch from that earlier swat from Yasmin, but I had to put that thought aside as I raised the strap.  As it cracked across her bottom, Mandy let out a high-pitched gasp.  Her hands balled into fists briefly but showed surprising restraint at the urge to reach back or otherwise get away.  Yasmin gripped her more tightly than I would have liked and sported a hateful scowl.  I looked away from her and instead at the stripe that started to form across Mandy's bottom, its colour resembling that of her shorts.  I lashed the strap again, landing it almost perfectly below the first one, creating what looked like one wide stripe.  Mandy shrieked and clenched her cheeks.

\tBy the time I landed the third lash on her sit-spots, Mandy broke down into tears.  It was fascinating to see her bottom change colour as the strap landed on it, from white to pink, and pink to red if it struck the same spot twice.  I systematically worked my way down her bottom, starting with the meat, then the sit-spots, then landing the fifth and sixth lashes on the folds where her thighs join her bottom.
\t“Ow-ha-ha-ha-ha!” Poor Mandy was now crying loudly and sobbing uncontrollably, and was understandably trying to pull her hands free so she could rub away that burning sting that must have been unbearable.  I kept my resolve as I landed the seventh on the backs of her thighs, which caused her to let out a long, mournful wail.  The eighth and ninth blows landed on her sit-spots once more, since I felt she needed a small future reminder of what happens if she does something stupid out of desperation again.  To end, I landed the tenth and final lash much harder than the others across the meat of her bottom, eliciting a final scream from Mandy before she collapsed into quiet sobbing.

\tI put the strap down and took a look at my handiwork.  Her bottom was covered with fairly regular pink stripes that glowed an angry red where they overlapped.  You could see a step-like pattern on the left side where the tip of the strap had landed, but it was otherwise a relatively neat if sore arrangement.  Up at the other end, the bedsheets under her face were drenched in tears, saliva and some mucus, the endeavour having been a big workout on her lungs.  Her mother seemed a little annoyed that I had stopped when I said I would: one lash for each year of her age.  But I was only punishing Mandy, not trying to make her suffer beyond what was necessary, and from the state of her, she had learnt her lesson, her lungs and soul purified.

\t“Okay sweetie, you can stand up now,” I quietly spoke, which was Yasmin's cue to let her go.  Predictably, Mandy immediately grabbed her bottom and tried to rub away the fire, with little success.  Once she was done dancing around for a few seconds, I wordlessly handed her her shorts and panties.  When she finally noticed them through tear-blurred eyes, she sniffled and took them, no longer really caring about her partial nudity.
\t“Get yourself a glass of water then go to your room for 10 minutes to cool off,” I ordered, at which Mandy walked off, sobbing and broken.

\tOnce she left, I closed the door and looked at Yasmin, and the pain started to hit me as well.
\t“That'll teach her not to hurt my friends,” she growled.
\t“She didn't hurt me,” I corrected her. “But I am hurt for having to do that.”
\t“Then why didn't you let me do it?” she raised her voice.
\t“Because you're angry and want to spank her out of petty revenge, not punishment,” I sternly answered. “That does more harm than the strap ever will.”
\tYasmin looked really put off and mouthed something that I could only interpret as gibberish, and with that, I left her bedroom.

\tAfter getting myself a glass of water from the bathroom and taking some deep breaths, if not shedding a couple of tears myself, I steeled myself and walked towards Mandy's bedroom.  I knocked on the door softly, not wanting to startle her.
\t“Wh-who is it?” Mandy sobbed from the other side.
\t“It's Tommy,” I reply. “May I come in?”
\tAfter waiting in silence for ten seconds without hearing an answer, I slowly and quietly opened the door and peered inside.  Mandy was curled up on her bed with a large teddy bear and didn't react as I approached.  Part of me wondered if she was now scared of me.

\t“Are you okay sweetie,” I asked as I sat next to her on the bed and gently stroked her hair.
“I'm so sorry,” she cried.
\t“Come here,” I picked her up and sat her on my lap, embracing her tightly.  She quickly wrapped her arms around me and buried her face into my shoulder and just wailed.
\t“It's okay, I forgive you precious,” I cooed. “It's over – clean slate.”
Mandy's response was a stuttered gasp.
\t“That's it; deep breaths,” I instructed as I rocked her and continued to tenderly stroke her hair.
\t“I love you, brother,” she sobbed, her wavering voice muffled against my shirt.
\t“I love you too, little sis,” I replied genuinely. “Just, don't do something like that again just to get me to stay, okay?”
\t“Mmhmm,” she whimpered.
\t“I'm always on the other end of the telephone if you want to speak, and I will come and visit again, I promise.”
\tI could feel Mandy visibly relax in our cuddle, and she had no intention of letting go.  That was fine, I thought; she needs the affection right now, and with Yasmin's coldness towards her and Rain, I was not going to deny it.

\tI started to get a little concerned when Mandy remained quiet for several minutes, and it quickly became apparent that she had fallen asleep in my arms.  I just smiled warmly and kissed the top of her head, and then closed my eyes as I thought of the warm summer sun in a field of long grass.

\tI'm not sure how much time had passed, but I found myself being woken up by Mandy's giggling.
\t“Hmmm?” I groaned groggily,
\t“You were snoring!” Mandy laughed.
\tOkay, that was embarrassing!  “I was not,” I playfully protested.
\t“Were too,” Mandy answered back fearlessly.
\t“Was not,” I fired back, tickling her ribs and causing her to squeal.  This went on for a good minute, but she stuck to her story even after I only promised to stop if she said I wasn't snoring, but in the end, I stopped only because Yasmin opened the door quite suddenly and stared at us.

I looked at her apprehensively, and to be honest I wasn't sure if she was indifferent, happy or annoyed.
\t“Lunch will be ready in five minutes,” she announced matter-of-factly before leaving.
\t“Ready for some food, Mandy?”
\t“Oh yes!” she replied in a bouncy tone.
\t“Then let's go!”

\tTruthfully I was uneasy about visiting Yasmin again after I had seen her true colours with her children, and as I rode the taxi to the airport later that afternoon, I debated whether to renege on my vow to return, but if there was one thing would make me come back or at least stay in contact, it was the love and affection that her children gave me – they were extremely fond of me and I would not want to break their hearts by refusing to see them again.  I would want to visit them again just to save them from becoming corrupted and jaded by their mother's influence, even if it did require the occasional red bottom.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Counter-Gambit", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "1", "rating_name": "Mature", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "3", "name": "Violence", "description": "Mild violence", "rating_id": "1" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "17", "views": "138" }