There were many ways one could describe 8-year-old Rebecca’s behaviour that morning. But basically, one word would suffice, and that word was “bratty”.

Among the many reasons why it is so difficult to make such a young girl model clothes, the main one is that basically she won’t stay put for any period longer than one hour. First it would be exciting to her, but then she would start feeling some fatigue and have bore. And before he can even realise it, the poor photographer suddenly finds himself to deal with a little girl who has no intention whatsoever to follow any of his schedules.

Ramon had tried many ways to solve this. None worked. Spanking might have. So, on a bright sunday morning, during a session with 8-year-old Rebecca, he decided he was going to give it a try whether needed. It was needed all right, as the little girl soon found herself “not fond” of the photographer’s work and the clothes she was modeling.

“Please, do try to stand still for a couple of seconds!” Ramon said after the tenth missed shoot – Rebecca would move at the last second, making him waste that photo once and for all.

“But I’m tired!” she moaned. “I wanna go home!”

“We’ve been here for just forty minutes,” said Ramon, “it’s not that long. Come on girl, let’s do it again.”

She was still and smiled broadly as requested for a couple of minutes, and then started acting bratty again. Soon Ramon had had enough, and he was threatening Rebecca with some punishment.

“Hey! D’you think you’d do it better with a red bottom?”

That had kept her calm for some more, but not long. After another sudden move from Rebecca – this time to catch a butterfly – Ramon felt he had really reached the bottom. In the true sense of word.

“That’s it!” he yelled. He put down the camera and reached for Rebecca. The little girl had a scared look on her face, her beautiful blue eyes staring wide at him, as though she had realised one second too late that she had gone one step too far.

Ramon said nothing else, but just grabbed her arm and pulled the girl to him.

“No, please...” she muttered, but was shocked and did not react. Ramon easily outpowered the petite girl, sat down on a stool and forced her over his knee.

Rebecca was wearing a very cute purple-and-white dress, with pinkish pantyhose and black shoes. Ramon wasted no time in lecturing her – she hardly needed any lecture – and started her punishment right away.

SPANK! WHACK! SPANK!

His blows fell on the little girl’s upturned rump. Rebecca was bent over his left knee only, so that her hands and feet were off the ground and her bottom was well-positioned in a perfect spanking position. And a spanking she got, and a hard one too.

WHACK! WHAP! SPANK!

Ramon hit her with all the strength he could muster, feeling the anger for all those wasted shots mounting in him. After fifteen smacks or so he raised Rebecca’s dress and started spanking the seat of her pinkish pantyhose. Rebecca had been sobbing loudly during the first part of her punishment, but was now crying in earnest as the man’s thick hand descended merciless on her butt.

There were white panties underneath the pantyhose, and Ramon was curious to know how it felt like to spank one of her models on the seat of her panties. So he peeled down Rebecca’s pantyhose, receiving a loud “no please!!” but discarding it as it was just another enviromental sound.

SPANK!! WHACK! WHAP!! SMACK! SPANK!

He spanked her long and hard, and he saw the young bottom’s bronze skin reddening under the soft white panty tissue. Rebecca’s thighs were of a rosy pink as well, since Ramon concentrated a good half of his blows on the spot where she would sit, where he knew it would hurt the most in the following hours.

Little Rebecca’s wails reached top heights when the fiftieth spank landed on her bottom. But Ramon meant this hiding to be a thorough one, and so he grabbed the elastic waistband of the child’s panties and slid them down. The little white tissue reached the pinkish pantyhose around Rebecca’s ankles, that were kicking madly trying in vain to relieve some pain.

SPANK! WHACK! SPANK!

More and more blows fell on the girl’s now naked bottom, her tender nates turning from a rosy pink to a deeper shade of red. Ramon only meant to stop when Rebecca’s skin was blazing scarlet, and so he continued spanking the poor child on and on.

After the hundredth spank Rebecca was laying helplessly, still and weeping hard like the well-spanked little child that she was. Ramon saw her butt cheeks were colored in a near-purplish shade, and decided she had had enough. He delivered ten more full-force stinging slaps, making sure Rebecca would remember her punishment. Then he stood the bawling girl up.

“I don’t want to hear any more nonsense out of you, Rebecca!” he yelled in her face. “Am I making myself clear?”

She nodded silently, but Ramon wanted a clear answer. SPANK!! He landed another blow to her thigh, and Rebecca screamt. Then she said a pitiful “yesssir”, and Ramon was satisfied. He led the very sore and very sorry child to a corner of the courtyard they were shooting in, where she put her face forward.

“Move an inch or rub your bottom and you’ll get double,” she said. Rebecca nodded and he was off.

Maybe a good method of discipline was found. Maybe now he had his little models under control.

– The End –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction. The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious. Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The author does in no way endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and/or teenagers.

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