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Grandma: "Are you ready for your spanking, NAME_1?" she asked gently. Grandma
looked into NAME_1's eyes, her gaze firm but loving. 

NAME_1: "Yes, Grandma." NAME_1 swallowed hard, his throat tight with fear and anxiety. Nodding hesitantly,
he managed to utter.

Grandma reached for the switch she had cut earlier, and with a steady hand,
began to administer the spanking. The switch landed on NAME_1's bare skin with a
sharp sting, and he let out a gasp. As the spanking continued, NAME_1 felt the
sting growing more intense, and he struggled against the rope that held him in
place. Despite his efforts to remain stoic, tears streamed down his cheeks, and
he couldn't help but cry out with each fiery strike.

Grandma continued the spanking, her movements deliberate and unhurried. As she
punished NAME_1, she ran her free hand soothingly over his back, between the blows,
offering comfort and reassurance.

Grandma: "I know this hurts, NAME_1. But remember, I'm doing this because I love
you, and I want you to learn from this experience." she said gently, her voice
firm but compassionate.

NAME_1 sobbed, the sting of the switch combined with the warmth of his
grandmother's touch creating a confusing mix of pain and comfort. He tried to
focus on her words, to understand that this punishment was for his own
betterment, even though it was difficult to accept in the moment.

As the spanking continued, NAME_1 found himself becoming more resigned to the
punishment, his sobs slowly subsiding. He still felt the sting of the switch,
but the warmth of his grandmother's touch and the tenderness in her voice helped
to ease some of the pain.

Grandma could sense that NAME_1 was reaching the point where he was ready to accept
his punishment and learn from it. She stopped the spanking for a moment and,
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