The Strange Healing

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was out to make a point today.
    He kept his lecture up all during the spanking.  “Heather, it's not just your brother you haven't been listening to, lately, and that's going to stop.”
    She was crying now, but she asked, “What do you mean?”
    “Did you ask who it was before you opened the door tonight?”  When he didn't get a response he asked, “Heather?”
    “ No.  Sorry.”
    “ When you took Sara shopping the other day were you home in time for her to be ready on time?”
    This time she answered with a whispered, “No.”
    “And this evening once we knew Heath found Sara and they were talking, I told you to let them alone and don't bother them.  How many times did I catch you trying to call him?”
    “ I don't know.”
    “ Once, twice?”
    “ Several.”
    “ That's right, several.”  He picked up the pace on her spanking now, having made his point.  She was crying and squirming, trying to end the spanking.
    When he was sure he had her attention, he picked up the paddle.  Laying it on her bottom, he said, “Heather, you've been on a slippery slope lately, and you're just about to lose control.  Well, Honey, I'm going to help you gain your footing again, right now.”  He picked up the paddle and gave her three quick, no-joking-around swats.
    “Ow!  Oh, Phil, no.  That hurts too much!”
    “ Honey, you know I'll never give you too much, but I do mean to get your attention tonight.  Are you listening carefully?”
    “ Ouch!  Yes, yes, I'm listening.”
    “ We have a guest staying with us now, and Sara's got some problems of her own right now.  If anyone can help her it's your brother, but I want you to give him a chance to do that.  Give them time to themselves to talk.  Don't be bugging them to do things together if they want to be alone.  Do you hear me, Heather?” 
    He gave her three more quick, hard swats as she yelled, “Yes.  Yes, I hear you.  Owww!”
    “Remember, Heather, if you give them time alone and they work out her problems, they'll be working on their fledgling relationship at the same time.”  After three more quick swats he said, “So you be on your best behavior, don't push them on each other, and remember, your spiraling out of control, ignoring what you're told to do ends right here, right now.” 
    He gave her six more sharp swats with the paddle, all to her sit spots.  “Understand?”
    “Ow, ow, ouch.  Oh, Phil, please stop.  Yes.  Yes, I understand.”  With that, she gave up the fight and slumped over his knee, sobbing.
    Phil dropped the paddle to the floor and rubbed her back while she caught her breath.  She was still sobbing softly when he gently picked her up and held her against his chest, being careful to keep her sore bottom off his lap.  He whispered reassurances of his love and told her she was forgiven.  When she calmed sufficiently he picked her up and laid her in bed, and quickly undressed and climbed in beside her, pulling her to him.  He kept his arm around her protectively while she calmed.
    “Phil, I'm sorry.”
    “ I know you are, baby.  I'm sorry, too.”
    “ For spanking me so hard?”
    “ No, you deserved every bit of that.  I'm sorry I let you go so long.  I didn't know Heath had already talked to you about letting the two of them get to know each other on their own.  If I had known that I would have spanked you then.  This evening when you kept trying to call Heath, and then you flung open the door without checking first, I knew you were spiraling out of control.  But I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until I heard Heath talking to you about butting into their privacy.  I never should have let you go that long, and for that I'm sorry.”
    Heather cuddled in a little closer to her husband.  In a strange way, she felt comforted by his words.
    “You're worn out, Honey.  You go to sleep now, but keep in mind, I'm going to be watching you much closer for a while.  I'm going to be stricter than normal with

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