I’m sorry anon, I know this has been sitting in our inbox for a few days now, but I finally got the chance to sit down and watch the vid uninterrupted!
(I’d post a link to it under normal circumstances, because it really is a good bit of information, but they used clips of real kids getting spanked and that’s NEVER going to be featured on this blog)
The only thing I would disagree with (and this is just my opinion) is that spanking therapy isn’t always about changing a behavior. Sometimes, someone just wants to have a good cry and a short, sharp shock is their preferred way.
But overall, I loved the video. They really put the focus on the scolding, which is, as they said, a HUGE part of the experience…when the one girl started to cry beforehand, that just…oh goodness, that was so moving. Best part of the whole 5 minutes for me.
I haven’t seen it, no! But I do like the idea of spanking therapy between two (or more, if that’s your thing) consenting adults, and I have dabbled in it.
squeakpigsrevenge: They just put it on him, hence the blinking Trying to decide how soon to take it off
sadieandmo: “You can’t play in the snow if you don’t have your hat, muffin.”
squeakpigsrevenge: “Bu’d I c’n. I p’womise.”
sadieandmo: “No.” “Bu’d I c’n! Wa’ss me!” “Uncle Greg said no.”
squeakpigsrevenge: “I’m b’ery goo’ a’d p’yaying.” “But not very good at listening.”
sadieandmo: “Ye’th I am.” “No you aren’t.” “Uh’huh.” “You’re not using your listening ears right now, little boy.” “You no’d, ei’ver.” “…‘Scuse you?” “G’eg no’d y’isten’a me.”
squeakpigsrevenge: “Gentlemen!” Mycroft interrupts, “Sherlock. You are not Allowed to play in snow without a hat on.” “Buuuu’d I haaaaa’d ha’ds!”
sadieandmo: “I’m sorry, but that’s the rule.” “Nooooooo, p’ease!” “Sherlock–” “Off, I wan’d i’d off!” “Sherlock, if you take one more step outside without your hat on you’re coming right back in for a spanking and a nap.” “My’cooooff, nooooo!”
squeakpigsrevenge: Greg stepped in and pulled the hat onto the baby’s head for a second time. “If we see you take it off, it’s spanking then a nap. Understood.” “I un’ers’and an I haaaaaaa’de i’d.”
sadieandmo: Sherlock doesn’t last a full two minutes before Mycroft is plucking his hat out of the snow and dragging him back into the house. “A spanking and a nap. Not the wisest of choices, but it was yours to make.” Sherlock’s already tearing up as he stumbles along in his snow boots after his brother. “Tha’ds no’d fair!” he grizzles. “You knew what would happen if–” “Bu’d, bu’d you an’, an’ G’eg don’d wear ha’ds!”
squeakpigsrevenge: “This isn’t about Gregory and I. This is about you.” It takes forever to get his snowsuit off cause he’s winding himself into a strop about being in the house.
sadieandmo: Sherlock’s just standing there, covering his eyes and howling while Mycroft tugs him every which way to get his suit off. “I haaaaaaa’de i’d!” he cries over and over. “Iiiiiii haaaaaaaaa’de iiiiiiii’d!” “And I hate doing this,” Mycroft grunts over a stubborn zipper. “I’d much rather let you play outside.” “I’ll y’eave i’d on, I’ll y’eave it on, p’eeeeeease!’
squeakpigsrevenge: “If you’ve learned you lesson, we can try again after nap.” “Nooooo, My’g. P’eeeeeaaase. No na’b.” Mycroft finally gets the zipper down and the whole puff of scruffy fabric pools at the baby’s feet.
sadieandmo: Sherlock wails the most heartbroken wail ever wailed as Mycroft drapes him over one knee and pushes down the seat of his Peppa Pig thermals. Greg’s been watching the whole scene from the doorway, hand over his mouth to keep from grinning because while they had the most dramatic toddler on the planet in their hands, it was still fucking adorable. Mycroft rolls his eyes at him and starts to ruck Sherlock’s nappy down in the back…but second thoughts gave him pause. ..Plus, he just didn’t have to energy to remove one more inconvenient layer after wrestling a whole snowsuit off of a giant child.
squeakpigsrevenge: The first whap against his nappy startled him quiet. But by five he was bawling like he’d been skinned alive. “If you can’t listen then there will be consequences.” Greg was making faces at Mycroft for going soft.
sadieandmo: "I y’iten, I y’isten,” Sherlock blubbered over and over in between sobs that would have made one think he’d been getting paddle on the bare, rather than a few half-hearted swats over his nappy. Mycroft made it an even 10 before he sat Sherlock back up on his knee. “Now, you’re going to go take a nap before we try going outside again, and I don’t want to hear any fuss about it,” Mycroft said, wagging his finger in his baby brother’s face. Sherlock watched him balefully, with big, fat tears still rolling down his cheeks as he snuffled and hiccuped and hitched. “P’p’p’omi’the,” he snuffled. “Y’y’i’then.” “We’ll see.” Mycroft stood him up; “Go see Uncle Gregory and ask him nicely if he’ll make you a bottle,” he added, and sent Sherlock off with one last swat to his still exposed nappy. Sherlock toddled over to Greg, arms outstretched, still grizzling. “B’ba’ba, G’eg, ba’ba!”
squeakpigsrevenge: Awwwwww sadieandmo: lol, We’ll have to share this This is too fucking cute squeakpigsrevenge: Your bits! sadieandmo: Yours too! squeakpigsrevenge: Your butt! sadieandmo: Your face!
squeakpigsrevenge: Greg wrapped Sherlock in a hug, “Did mean ol’e Myc spank your bum?” Greg cooed, fighting back a laugh and the glower he got from ‘Myc’. “Yeeeeaaaa. My buuuuuum.” “Poor thing, Poor thing. Greg will make you a bottle and we’ll have a rest.” “I jus’ wan’ ou’side.” Mycroft had come up behind the baby and pulled his thermals back over his nappy, “After nap.”
sadieandmo: Sherlock’s face scrunched as Greg lifted him up onto his hip. “I ha’de i’d,” he cried as he laid his head on Greg’s shoulder and scrubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “I ha’de i’d.” “I know, muffin, and I’m sorry,” Greg patted his back while he carried him into the kitchen.“We just want you to stay warm while you’re out in the snow, so you don’t become a little baby’cicle.”
squeakpigsrevenge: “I dun’ wan’ be bay’bee’sci’gle.” “That’s why you need to wear your hat,” Greg kissed his cheek. “I ha’de haaaaa’ds.” “Can you sit here while I make your bottle?” “Noooooooo, my buuuuum huuuuur’ds.”
sadieandmo: “What about your feet; do your feet hurt?” “Nuuuu.” “Okay, then let’s do this–” Greg said as he set Sherlock on his feet, “–just until we get your bottle warm. Can you bring me the milk?” Sherlock wrapped himself around Greg’s waist and hid his face, then shook his head ‘no’. “Aw, no?” Greg pet the baby’s hair. “No, you don’t want to be a helper this time?” Sherlock shook his head again. “That’s a shame, you’re always such a good helper. Can you tell me which bottle you want, then?”
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