I love the timing of this image. It capture perfectly those first few moments after a punishment has concluded and the girl who has been punished is totally wrapped up in her her own misery and discomfort. We can't actually see the marks on her bottom but since she's in Mrs Brown's study (as in strictlymissbrown.com and @StrictlyMiss) it would seem likely that she has just experienced a very formidable caning on her bare bottom which right now is very hot and sore. That pain and indignity is all consuming her thoughts and will gradually transition towards a commitment to never repeat the behaviour that lead to her caning, or, indeed, to undertake any actions that might lead Miss Brown into caning her again in the future.
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And why exactly is she allowed to indulge her discomfort instead of standing in the corner with her hands on her head? Miss Brown is clearly not strict enough.
Old Tom
The hornets nest has landed - let the dancing begin!
Why, I do so love those lovely wooden shutters & beautiful crafted floor, already!
... I digress - back to the burning bot!
Oh my! Who needs pilates ? A moment of internal thought & extreme focus, James. Channeling all her energy & tension through every muscle fibre to alleviate the unbearable, stinging bottom! And then she will start to blubber & throw some patented shapes across that glorious floor in distressed compensation! I love the way she grasps her poor botty, panties still due south in defeat. Boo-Hoo!
My favourite action point & term of endearment here is, the "Brat War Dance", the BWD, coined by the great Belinda Kruger of "A German Brat" (on your Blogroll). The BWD always makes me laugh. I always called it "the switchy-stingy-botty-hippy-hoppy-dance", AKA the SSBHHD...well, you can see that the BWD is a better moniker!
I also refer you James, to the wonderful B and her awesome O & P Spanking Stories (also on your Blogroll) where some BWD montages & stories have recently been posted.
Bravo! Well said, Old Tom! Why, yes, I vividly recall how my sister & I gotten to put our hands on our heads, while mother pulled our 1950s, dazzling-white panties back up over our blazing-red, bare seats; smartened down our pretty 1950s dresses & sent us crying to our rooms, while she put away the cane back in the cupboard. This was just normal, necessary protocol back in yore. Oh my!
But such useful extended delays, scolding, hands on head & corner time (in the absence of remedial botty rub) sure does allow the ferocious sting to permeate & to emulate a swarm of angry bees raging against the skin on your chastised backside! (which is the whole darn idea.)
Wonderful photo, James, thanks! Your curations keep y'all agile on our toes...just like this naughty girl will be soon!
Brenda xx
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