There are 5 stages a person typically experiences during the delivery of a thorough spanking, each of which are detrimental to the success of the event. The stages are the same as those of grief and are as follows: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.

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I walked into CeCelia's room to find her laying on her bed texting and immediately felt my level of irritation rise. It wasn't until I shut her bedroom door behind me, admittedly harder than needed, that she even bothered to acknowledge my presence.

"What?" She spat not even bothering to look up from her phone.

I raised a brow in her direction. "Excuse me? After your disappearing act last night and the performance you just put on downstairs you have the audacity to cop an attitude with me right now?"

~Denial- convinced that their actions are justified, showing no remorse~

"It wasn't like I was out partying all night, I came home and studied. Besides I never agreed to stay at Cat's in the first place, I was dumped there because you and Joe decided you had better things to do." I watched Cee send another text before tossing the phone to her bedside table and sitting up to glare in my direction. "Last time I checked I was your responsibility, not Cat's. She may be your baby momma but that is where her involvement in this family ends."

I glared in her direction. "Watch it Cecelia! You, Miss, are skating on some very thin ice right now."

"And you, SIR, need to get your priorities straight." Cee spat back as I took a step closer to her.

"Second warning Cecelia." My eyes went wide as she smirked and shook her head.

"It isn't the fact that I came home and studied last night that has you so pissed, I think it's that you know I am right."

"Cecelia, phone now!"

"What? Why? No!"

She stammered as I held my hand out to her. "One, two . . ."

~Anger: lashing out, angry, feeling a victim of wrongdoing for being punished~

Throwing her phone in my direction, she folded her arms over her chest in a pout. "This is so stupid! I didn't even do anything!"

I cocked a brow in her direction, "You disobeyed our instruction to stay with Cat and took off in the middle of the night..."

"Ten o'clock is hardly the middle of the night!"

"Then you stay here all night with no supervision," I continued counting off infractions on my fingers.

"I am sixteen years old! I don't need a babysitter!"

I took a deep breath trying to reign in my temper. "What you NEED CeCelia is to learn to follow instruction. I don't care if you think we are being unreasonable or if you think you are old enough to stay home alone, that is not your call, it is ours. You do not make the rules, we do. I realize that you are angry with me but that does not give you right to lash out at Cat, you were extremely rude and disrespectful and you WILL apologize. Understood?" She barely had the chance to fully roll her eyes before I was reaching for my belt. "Lay over the bed."

The smirk that had been painted across my baby sister's face since I had entered her room quickly faded.

There was a standard protocol when it came to belt punishments at home, a routine if you will. Belt spankings start around the age of 9 or 10, the offender recieves one lick for each year of age; said licks were delivered leaning over a desk chair. This is the way belt punishments have always been handled in our house, the way we were all raised. There are however very rare occasions when the 'old standard' just isn't enough to get the offender to the point of remorse, on these occasions there is an entirely different protocol. There is no set number of licks, the punishment is simply administered for as long as it takes for them to regret their actions and submit to the punishment being administered. CeCelia knew of but had yet to be privy to one of these special spankings, that is until today. She stood stoic whether in defiance or fear I am not sure.

"Lay over the bed," I repeated, this time with more emphasis.

"No..."

I cocked a brow, "Excuse me?"

CeCelia quickly jumped into action walking over and grabbing her desk chair, "I'll get the chair."

"I didn't tell you to get the chair," I spat clenching my jaw in frustration, "I told you to lay over the bed."

"I don't want to," she whined.

Dropping the belt to the floor I quickly closed the distance between us grabbing CeCelia by the arm and delivering five hard smacks to her unsuspecting behind. "You WILL learn to follow instruction, I am done with this behavior do you understand me? What did I tell you to do?" I questioned pulling her shoulders square so that she faced me.

Her eyes narrowed in defiance. "But we always use the chair..."

I tightened my grip on CeCelia's arm and took a seat in her desk chair pulling her down across my knee in one swift motion that surprised us both. "I think we will use this chair after all," I announced pinning her legs down with one of mine and delivering a series of sharp smacks to her upturned behind.

"What are you doing?" She shrieked attempting to wiggle free unsuccessfully, "Ouch! Nicky STOP!"

I paused. "What did I tell you to do?" She didn't answer instead giving a childish stomp of her toe to the floor and letting out a frustrated growl. Smacks ensued again, this time with more purpose. I had delivered a solid dozen swats to her butt and upper thighs when she started to reach back and try to block the blows.

"Nicky PLEASE," CeCelia whined, "this is embarrassing; I'm too old for this!"

"I agree," I said landing some particularly sharp blows to the underside of her butt, "You are way too old to be acting this way."

"OW...OUCH...PLEASE!"

"What did I tell you to do?" I repeated pausing to wait for her response.

"You are acting like a jerk!" Cee spat trying again to wiggle free, "I hope your hand hurts!"

"Musician's hands," I stated calmly before continuing the rhythm on her behind concentrating the blows to the sensitive underside that would have her sitting uncomfortably for a while, "I could do this all day."

"Ouchhhh...ow...owww....ALRIGHT!" she yelled giving the floor a stomp with her toe again in frustration.

"What did I tell you to do?"

Cee let out a huff of breath before responding in a defeated whisper, "Lay on the bed."

I nodded, "Are you ready to listen now?"

"Yes!" she hissed causing me to land another sharp slap to her thigh. "Ow! Yes, Sir." Cee quickly corrected hopping up and bringing her hands back to rub at the punished skin as soon as I released her. "I can't believe you just did that, I'm too old to be taken over a knee."

"I don't know about that," I said standing from the chair and returning it to its place at CeCelia's desk, "It seems it is still rather effective."

"I'm sixteen not six! That was humiliating!"

I pointed to the bed "Stop acting like a spoiled little girl and I will stop treating you like one, lay down." Picking up my discarded belt from the floor I watched my baby sister reluctantly shuffle over to her bed and lay over the edge as instructed.

"You are completely overreacting, I didn't even do anything wrong."

I swiftly ended her proclamation of innocence by bringing my belt down across her upturned behind and after the impromptu performance over my knee it took a mere three licks before she was squirming in discomfort.

~Bargaining - still no remorse, only severe discomfort with current conditions willing to say or do anything to make the punishment stop~

CeCelia's leg popped up involuntarily trying to alleviate some of the sting as I laid another ten stripes on the tender underside of her butt. "Ouch, Nicky please...I'm sorry," she whined bringing her hand back to shield herself from my further attack.

"Move your hand." I barked bringing the belt down three times on her thighs instead. She immediately moved her hand letting out a loud yelp. "Thighs hurt, keep your hands down." I growled. She stomped her foot again in frustration and I laid another quick succession of ten licks to her stubborn backside.

~Depression - remorse starts to set in, guilt, regret for actions, crying~

"Ouch...Owww"

Cecelia's voice cracked and I felt my composure starting to crack with hers.

"I'm sorry Nicky...no more." she pleaded again bringing her hand back in an attempt to stop the punishment.

"Move your hands," I cautioned again before raining down another three fiery stripes to her thighs, she quickly retrieved her hand and hit it against the mattress in frustration.

Five more licks to the sensitive underside of her butt and her resistance broke, she squeezed her eyes shut letting out a hissed intake of breath and the first tear trailed down her cheek.

~Acceptance - submitting to the punishment, no longer fighting against it but accepting that it is deserved.~

As I landed another six fiery stripes across her butt I watched Cecelia bury her face into her comforter before she gave up fighting, handfuls of the bedding clenched in her fists as her shoulders started to shake with sobs. I had never been so relieved to see my baby sister cry. Dropping the belt I slumped to the floor beside her bed with a sigh.

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