- •I knew from the look on my Grandmother's face when I ran up onto the front
- •I was sick to my stomach, wishing the last year had never happened,
- •I was frantic. There were no thoughts of arousal, no little fantasies
- •I threw back my head and wailed. "nnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooo, Daddy
- •I was crying softly, but I knew there was no point in arguing, so I
- •I shouted and tossed my hips and bucked my bottom and cried and counted
- •I was beyond shame. I hobbled into the dining room, thankful that at
- •Instead of taking her panties off, Anne moved away from Jeff and
- •I have a new dress. I just have to go!"
- •Infrequent, but also more severe and she was spanked with a ruler.
- •It would hurt to sit down the next day. As she rubbed her sore swolen
- •It had started out as a way to hang out at home and then go to the mall
- •In what is she doing home what should we do they ask each other as their
- •Is a nurse she can tell"" I have a plan you get her to leave and I’ll
- •If was good enough for the hospital it was good enough for her home.So
- •It happen?
- •Instead, hearing that I had been grounded, she began telling me a
- •It was two full days before Deborah apologized and during their tearful reunion Deborah unveiled her plan.
- •It was after prep that there was another knock on the door. "See who it is Nix," Deborah said wearily, "and ask them to go away."
- •Illustrations by George Jackson Churchward
- •It was neat having a Dad again, he was everything I hoped a dad would be. I
- •I hope you aren’t too upset.” Upset, was she kidding? No she wasn’t, there
- •I began my wondering all over again. “Would he spank me with Mom there?” I
- •I was crying. But he didn’t know why. He a tissue from a box on his desk and
- •It’s place. Smack, spank, slap. The sounds of his hand clapping against
- •I shook my head from side to side and gripped his leg and squeezed as tightly
- •I sighed and shook my head slowly.
- •I sighed.
- •I had been expecting something like that. A mother knows her daughter, and one of Cindy's real talents is her selective memory. I scowled, looking her dead in the eye.
- •I smiled up at her. Cindy's face was blank. She stared into my eyes for a moment, angry as could be, and then glanced away. She began unfastening her jeans.
- •I shook my head.
- •I applied another flurry, a bit harder, saying as I did so, "So, I see we're playing the old, 'You can't hurt my bottom game,' are we- Well, honey, the sad truth is I can...And I will!"
- •I pressed the bristles to her throbbing bottom. Aren't I incorrigible-
- •I found Cindy in her Backstreet Boys night shirt, standing beside the chair, which she had thoughtfully placed in the middle of her room. She was holding the hairbrush. I told you she is smart.
- •I peek back over my shoulder, only to see an angry woman leaning over me with her hairbrush poised in mid-air...
- •I reluctantly and slowly uncover my bottom again, and clutch my pillow in anticipation of what is coming.
- •Daughter Dearest
- •Into the principal's office, sat down next to Daria, and asked
- •Into Daria's bedroom. The teen had already removed her t-shirt
- •It with firms spanks. She placed her hand under one cheek and
- •If Suzanne had not been so angry, she would have laughed at the
- •I intend to make that up to you. Affection and protection, as
- •In the meantime, Suzanne was in the den talking to her
I pressed the bristles to her throbbing bottom. Aren't I incorrigible-
"Uhm...well, okay," she said dubiously.
"Good. Since you've already said you think this little spanking will help you be a good girl, I probably should let you know I am very inclined to reinstate spanking as my number one punishment for serious misbehavior. Would you have a problem with that-"
"Well, geez...I don't think...well, no, I guess not."
"Very good! I'm glad you agree. That being the case, and knowing how I feel about it, would you also agree that any and all spankings will be with this hairbrush and on your bare bottom-"
Cindy sighed, then took a couple of quick breaths. I could almost see the wheels spinning. Dare she risk a confrontation while still bare bottom and over my knee- Plus, she had another spanking due at bedtime. Discretion always is, especially when your bottom is at stake, the better part of valor.
"Yeah..." She grumped. I tapped her with the brush. "Don't! I mean yes, Mother."
"Good! Excellent! Now, say it all for me so we will have no doubt next time you're in trouble and I decide to spank you."
Cindy sighed again, but she is a smart kid.
"Okay, Mother. Yes, when I am bad, if it is something really bad, not just being a little late or something, you can spank me...with the hairbrush...on my bare bottom. Okay-"
I considered her qualifier, and accepted it.
"Good. Okay, then, young lady, you know what's next..."
"Yes, Mother," she said.
Cindy clambered off my lap and headed straight for the corner. Once there, she pulled her shirt up so as to leave her bottom totally bare, and clasped her hands before her, snuggling deep into the corner.
"Very good," I said, admiring my candy-apple red handiwork. Never had Cindy's perfect, little bottom been redder, nor, I'm sure hotter. "Remember, half an hour...and don't you dare rub your bottom. Got it-"
"Yes, Mother."
I left the room, secure in the knowledge my daughter was a well spanked little girl who would not dare rub her bottom no matter how itchy, tingly nor hot.
EPILOGUE:
I'm sure there are at least two things you would like to know. Did Cindy get spanked again that day, and did she get any more spankings after that day- Well, the answer is yes...to both. If you are real nice I'll share a bit of detail, okay-
Okay.
Of course Cindy got spanked again that day. In our family, a spanking promised is a spanking given. She knows that. Thus, after watching Aly McBeel, when I told her to get ready for bed, she simply sighed, kissed her dad goodnight, and went upstairs, saying she'd call me when she was ready.
Her father asked if I had to do it, and I assured him I did. He leaves Cindy's spankings to me, but he is very supportive. When she called down to me, I got up and he said, "She's a good kid, Honey, just remember how it felt when it was you on the other end of that hairbrush."
"I will, Dear, promise," I said.