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"So, you would get spanked, right, if they found out about this?", Mr. Clark asked.
The nine-year-old in front of him nodded with a blush on her cute little face.
"And don't you think that's fair?", he asked her. "Don't you think you deserve a spanking after breaking my window?"
The child shrugged.
"Because you do, Savannah. You do deserve a proper spanking for playing so carelessly..."
"They would use the paddle...", the girl said, and she had a few tears in her eyes.
"And you don't think you deserve that, kid?"
"But... if I pay the window?", the girl asked.
"Do you have any idea of how much a window costs, girl?", Mr. Clark said.
"Maybe... maybe I can work for you... I mean, like help you a lot and... and it could kinda compensate."
Mr. Clark had to hide a smile. The girl was good at negotiating.
"So you want me to let you do chores for me instead of letting your parents know what you did?", he said.
The girl nodded. Mr. Clark leaned back in the armchair, as an idea started to take form in his head.
"I'm tempted to accept your offer, Savannah. But I also have some conditions. Firstly; you would have to come here at least once a week for the next six months. Secondly; You still deserve a spanking. So... if you still really don't want your mom and dad to know about this, I would give you the spanking you deserve, and then let you do these chores."
Savannah looked at him with a surprised face.
"How would your parents usually spank you? With a paddle you said?"
"N... no, they... I never got it but... they said they would use it if... you know if I did something too stupid..."
"And I guess this would count as that?", Mr. Clark asked.
Savannah nodded.
"So, my conditions would be that I would spank you, but not with a paddle. And then six months, no less."
The girl looked as she thought hard. She looked up at him, perhaps to judge exactly how hard a spanking from him would be. It was clear from what she had said that she didn't want her parents to know under any conditions. He knew that they didn't have much money, and a broken window would cost them a lot. Perhaps the kid knew that it would strike their economy hard.
"What... what would you spank with?", the girl carefully asked.
"I have a good wooden spoon in the kitchen that would do fine", Mr. Clark asked after thinking for a moment.
Savannah swallowed.
"You ever got it with a spoon?", he asked her.
She nodded. "But more with the hairbrush", she said.
"They are quite equal I would say", Mr. Clark said.
None of them said anything for a moment. Then Mr. Clark asked: "So, do we have a deal?"
Savannah swallowed, but then she nodded.
"And do you accept my conditions for the spanking and for the six months?"
The girl nodded again.
"Perfect", Mr. Clark said. "Then let's get this over with right away."

He quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed the spoon. He hadn't used it for years now, other than for cooking, and couldn't wait to see it in action again. Just getting the chance to spank a youngster again after all these years - he hadn't ever thought an opportunity like this would come up. And he didn't intend to waste it.
He entered the living room again. Savannah was still sitting on the sofa, looking very nervous.
"Stand up", he ordered her, and as she did, he took her place on the sofa.
She looked even more nervous now.
"So, you are getting a spanking, young lady. And why is that?"
"For... for breaking your window", Savannah replied.
"Correct. Pull down your pants."
The girl looked as if she wanted to protest, but on second thought, she unbuttoned her white jeans and slowly pulled them down, revealing a pair of pale green panties.
"And those too", Mr. Clark said with a gesture towards the underwear.
"But...", Savannah said. "I... I can't pull down... I mean..."
"You agreed to my conditions. Doesn't your parents spank you on the bare bottom?"
The girl shook her head.
"Their mistake then", Mr. Clark said. "A spanking should always be on the bare bottom, for several reasons."
"But..."
"Should we go call your parents instead?"
Savannah shook her head.
"Then pull those panties down."
The girl slowly put her hands in the waistband of her underwear, but then hesitated. "Can't... can't you just give me more spanks? If... if I keep them up I mean..."
Mr. Clark smiled a bit. This girl really knew how to negotiate. But he didn't intend to let her win this one.
"Sorry, Savannah", he said. "My house, my conditions. Either you get a proper, bare bottom spanking here and now, or I'll call your parents and they'll give you a paddling that will for sure bruise you for days. My spanking will hurt, but it won't bruise you."
The child swallowed. "But... you will see my... I mean..."
"You are nine years old, Savannah", Mr. Clark said. "You have nothing to hide. Pull them down now, or I'll do it for you."
Savannah looked like she wanted to protest, it was obvious that she disagreed about the fact that she didn't have anything to hide. But then, to his surprise, she slowly started tugging the underwear down. She covered herself with one hand as soon as she could.
"Alright, bend over", Mr. Clark said as the panties were down by the girl's knees.

Finally. It was great to do this again, to see the pale and round little bottom laying there across his lap. Savannah was cute. Not only her face, with the blond hair and blue eyes. Even her bottom was beautiful, just round enough and the skin was very soft and pale. Not that it would stay pale, though.
"So, this is for breaking my window, girl", he said.
And then he raised the spoon in the air, letting it strike those little buttocks again and again.
Savannah reacted as expected; she squirmed from the pain and kicked her feet. After a good number of spanks, he could also hear her sobbing.
It was satisfying to hear - the kid really deserved this.
The bottom turned pinker and pinker from the spanks, and he also made sure to hit the top of her thighs a bit. As he had used to do before, all those years ago, he took turns spanking the right buttock, the left, and then the middle of her bottom. A few times he managed to hit right at the very center of the girl's bottom, a spot he knew caused an extra good sting. The sounds of spanking and sobbing echoed through his living room, and he found himself enjoying every moment of this.

"There, it's over now", he said. The child was still crying across his lap even though he had stopped spanking a minute ago. "Stand up now."
Savannah's legs looked a bit unsteady as she stood up. She made an attempt to bend over to pull her clothes back up, but he stopped her. "Did I tell you to pull them up?"
She shook her head and covered her front with both hands as she looked at him.
"I want you to tell me why you got this spanking", he said.
"B... because I... I broke your window", the kid replied.
"And will you ever play that carelessly again?"
Savannah shook her head.
"If I'm not happy with how you do your shores here, I might still have to tell your parents. So you better do exactly what I tell you to do. Understood?"
"Yes", the girl said with a low voice.
"Good. Now, you may pull up your clothes."
Mr. Clark enjoyed the last view of the girl's red bottom as she carefully pulled up the panties and jeans. For her sake, he hoped she would be good at whatever he told her to do. For his own sake... well, if he could find another reason to spank the kid, or make a new deal with her, he wouldn't hesitate to take the opportunity. Anything else would be stupid of him.