Instantly bursting into tears, Neil wriggled wildly in a desperate attempt to escape his punishment. Hollering loudly he wailed, "OWIEEE!! NANA, NO!! YAIEEE!! NANNY, DAT TINGS!! YOUCHIEE!! NO 'PANKIN!! MISS AMAWA, PWEASE!!"

"No Neil I'm sorry I have to spank you but I warned you. Now you stand right there. I'll be right back." Amara left the room to grab baby oil powder and the brush she had bought earlier that day. She had hoped she would never have had to use this, but alas the time was upon her.

Neil had not heard one word of what Amara had just said. His only concern at the moment was the burning sting he felt emanating from the three bright red handprints that Nanny had smacked so indelibly upon his bottom. While being spanked, the sorrowful child had struggled so intensely that he had kicked his little diaper clear off. As naked now as the day he was born, Neil was unaware that Nanny had even left the room. Grateful to think the spanking was over, the tiny four year old hopped miserably around the room while at the same time he did his best to rub away the sting from each of the three hot spots he found printed painfully upon on his poor little fanny!

Amara also grabbed a new diaper, a thicker one than before knowing that Neil would most certainly need this padding. She returned to the room set the supplies down, grabbed the brush and Neil and lay him over her lap.

The child's "little dance" was interrupted when all of a sudden Neil felt Nanny lift him up, and lay him back across her warm and comforting thighs. Believing she had placed him there in order to console him, he snuggled up against her just like a lost, little puppy dog. While trying to cuddle, the little boy noticed that Miss Amara was now holding the brand new hairbrush that she had bought earlier in the day during their trip to the mall. Sobbing and sniffling still, Neil looked up at the stern young woman who was holding him and asked, "Nana, is you gonna bwush my hair?"

"No I am not Neil." Amara then took the brush and began to spank the poor child again. He began wailing at the top of his lungs. After 10 swats on both cheeks she laid him on the changing mat face down and went to retrieve the oil and other changing supplies.

Neil was truly horrified when Nanny refused to cuddle, and instead once again began to spank. This time however she did not use her hand. She used the flat side of the brand new hairbrush instead, and oh, did it ever hurt! The brush was far worse than Nanny's hand... far, far worse! The pain was so intense that the truly sorry little boy was unable to formulate any words. Neil screamed, cried, and bucked with every smack, and indeed had it not been for the extra firm hold that Nanny had upon him, the naughty preschooler would surely have bounced right off of her thighs with the first memorable splat of her wicked "bottom brush"!

When the terrible spanking was finally over, Neil felt Nanny pick him up, and lay him face down upon a soft and quilted pad. Bawling more than he ever had in his entire life, he reached back and gently rubbed his bottom once. Immediately, he snatched his hand away. His poor fanny was far too hot, and hurt far too much to touch! Feeling truly punished, penitent, and remorseful, the only thing poor little Neil could do was lay upon the pad and cry and cry....

Amara ignored the child's crying knowing that he would be calm soon enough. She grabbed the new diaper and supplies and began to rub baby oil into his now sore rump. She knew this stung but she knew with the new diaper he would feel much better. After rubbing the baby oil in, she applied the baby powder and taped up the diaper. Neil was still crying after his diaper change, so she picked him up and held him closely.

It was a very chastened little boy indeed, that practically melted into his Nanny's arms when she finally picked him up to hold him. Neil clung to her as if his very life depended on it. He laid his head against her bosom, and while mumbling chokingly through his tears quietly said, "Oh Nana, you aweady 'panked me.... Why you do it again? Oh Nana, it huht.... I no wike dat bwush. Why you use it? I hate it.... Nanny, I sowwy...."

Amara looked down at the little boy and kissed his forehead. "Neil, the only reason I had to spank you is that you did exactly what I told you not to do. I've got to make sure you understand what was right and what was wrong."