Candy was an Autistic girl who was nervously waiting for Dad to come give her a bare bottom discipline spanking with the tawse. She stimmed with her hands and kept moving her feet around in anxious anticipation. The butterflies were raging in her belly and as much as she tried to think about something else, all she could think about was how much her sensitive Autistic butt cheeks would be stinging and throbbing from the spanking she going to get.
Candy felt deep inside she deserved this spanking, but that didn't help ease her mind. She was stuck, as so many times before- draped over the spanking stool, pants and panties at her ankles, butt stuck out in the air, with the tawse on her. She had had a bad meltdown and cussed at her Dad. So he'd led her to the spanking stool, pulled her pants and panties down, made her bend over, then put the tawse on her back and told her to "wait and think" about what she had done.
"Dad's right," Candy thought, "I need a whipping. Why can't I just calm down? Why do I get like that?" She sincerely didn't know, but she knew she kept doing it and agreed with her Dad that cussing at him was pretty clear-cut grounds for a discipline spanking on her buttocks. So she waited and waited, the butterflies growing more intense with each minute he made her wait. Then she heard his footsteps, and the doorknob turning. She would be sleeping on her belly tonight for sure. Candy pursed her lips to avoid saying anything stupid, and clenched her little butt cheeks together as he lifted the strap in the air.
