Instead of taking her panties off, Anne moved away from Jeff and

started to franticly button up her blouse.

"Ok, Anne, we'll leave", Jeff said, rather petulantly. "May be

your parents have already gone to bed and they won't notice that

you came home late."

"I hope so. I came home late last time we went out and I got quite

a lecture. If I get caught being late again, I will be in real trouble."

They spent the half an hour it took Jeff to drive Anne home in

silence, as Anne brooded about the possible consequences of breaking

her promise to her parents to be home by 1:00 AM. Anne was feeling

angry. It was not fair that she would be the only one to get into

trouble for her tardiness. Jeff's parents let him stay out as late as

he wanted.

When they pulled up to her house, she kissed Jeff lightly on the

lips and hurried out of the car. The porch light was on and she let

herself quitely in and shut the door. As she headed up the stairs to

her bedroom, she heard her mother call her name. Anne's mother was

standing at the door of the study, dimly illuminated by the light

behind her.

"Oh, Mommy, I didn't think that you would still be awake", she said

lightly.

"No, I'm sure you didn't", her mother replied sternly. "Come in here,

young lady. We need to talk."

Anne walked down the few steps she had climbed in her flight to

her bedroom and walked reluctantly into the study. She went with some

trepidation. The study had been the site of numerous parental

scoldings and, on occasion, spankings. As her mother shut the door

behind her, she thought, "Uh oh, I'm really going to get yelled

at this time." Anne tried to adopt a repentant look.

"Why were you so late? I am very disappointed in you, especially

after your promised to be home by 1:00 just a few days ago.", her

mother said.

"I'm sorry Mommy, we just lost track of the time. I won't let it

happen again."

"You acted very irresponsibly. You are a young woman now, not a

little girl and I expect you to keep your promises. Since you are

acting so irresponsibly, I am going to have to ground you for the next

week."

"Oh no, please don't Mommy", Anne wailed. "There is a dance this

weekend, and I just have to go."

"You should have thought of that earlier and kept your promise,

young lady."

"You can't do this to me!", Anne cried, stamping her foot and

sticking out her lower lip. "All my friends will be at the dance and

I have a new dress. I just have to go!"

"I though that it might come to this. You are acting like a spoiled

brat and I will not put up with it."

"I am not a spoiled brat", Anne loudly retorted.

"I've had enough out of you, young lady! I can see that words are

having no effect." Anne's mother grabbed the girl by the wrist and

pulled her over to the couch. She sat down, pulling Anne across her

lap. As Anne fell across her mother's lap, she caught sight of a

ruler, lying on the coffee table in front of the couch. Anne kicked

and struggled, but her mother held her firmly, pinning her right arm

behind her back.

"Since you are acting like a naughty brat, Anne, so you are going

to get treated like one".

Anne felt her skirt being raised. When her panties were pulled

down she renewed her struggles. It was just too humiliating. She was

going to get a bare bottom spanking.

Although Anne thought that she was too old for such treatment,

spankings were not unfamiliar. Anne had always had a head strong,

bratty, streak and her mother did not hesitate to spank her when she

felt it necessary. When Anne was little, she had been spanked with

her mother's hand. As she got older, spankings became more