- •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
MF/f
I was spanked twice after I "came on" to it at age 12. Once when I was
13, because, as I said, I had been caught stealing from the neighborhood
Mom & Pop store. This is the account of that incident: .
Briefly, Mr. & Mrs. Rathkey had a store two blocks from our house, and all
the kids stopped in there to pick up small groceries for their parents, or
to buy penny candy for themselves. The store had been there forever...in
fact, my Father had stopped in there when he was a boy and the Rathkeys
were a young married couple just starting out. I say that by way of
letting you know that they knew my family very well. At 12 1/2, I started
stealing. Just for the thrill of it I guess...something that kids do. At
first, just penny pretzels when Mrs. Rathkey's back was turned, later I
progressed to magazines, and Hostess Fruit Pies. (Cherry was my
favorite!).
One day, feeling cocky as usual that I had gotten away with it, I was on
my way down the concrete front steps of the store when I heard Mr. Rathkey
call my name.
"You wouldn't happen to have anything extra in that bag today, would you,
Darla?" he asked. "Not a comic book, or a little pie, perhaps?" My blood
froze in my veins, my heart rattled my ribcage.
"No, no sir" I sputtered. "Nothing like that at all!!" I fled down the
stairs and onto the sidewalk, terrified that he was going to call the
police! I ran around the corner, and threw the "Archie and Veronica"
comic and the cherry pie into the nearest garbage can. I shook all the
way home, my stomach in knots.
I knew from the look on my Grandmother's face when I ran up onto the front
porch that Mr. Rathkey had already called my house. She looked at me
gravely, and said that I had better get upstairs, my parents wanted to see
me. I hung my head and clutched my stomach, anticipating a screaming
lecture and not being allowed to go to a play the next night (a Sunday, I
recall) with Frank Sullivan...my first real date. I didn't know what was
going to happen, but I certainly didn't expect what DID happen. I hadn't
been spanked in over a year...I was too big a girl for that now, my Mother
had said. In the meantime I had rocketed into puberty, and for the first
time I was having spanking fantasies on an almost nightly basis. It was
odd to me...I certainly hadn't enjoyed them when they had happened, and
suddenly, imagining being over my boyfriend's knee with my panties down
was making me wet and wild in my bed alone at night.
Both my parents were in the kitchen. My Mother sat at the table, her eyes
wet. My Father stood over by the sink, his thumb hooked in his belt.
Neither spoke at first, each waiting for the other.
"What...we don't feed you enough?" my Father began. "How can you shame me
like this, Darla? You think Mr. Rathkey didn't call as soon as you left
the store? You think he didn't tell me this has been going on for some
time, and that he let it go because our families have been such good
friends all these years? How do you think your Mother and I feel? Look at
your Mother! Look at her!! Half of what you are going to get is because
you hurt your Mother, Darla!!"
I was sick to my stomach, wishing the last year had never happened,
wishing I had never stepped into Rathkey's this afternoon, wishing
..."what I was going to get?" What did he mean? I looked up at him,
tears in my own eyes, half from remorse, half from fear. "Daddy?" I
questioned. "Daddy, I'm really really sorry I did this...I didn't
think..."
"Yes, I know about that Darla...you didn't think. You didn't think you
were going to be caught, you didn't think we would find out, you didn't
think how it would hurt us...and I'm sure you didn't think that this kind
of stupid, childish act was going to earn you the worst spanking you've
ever had!!" The words hit me like a wall of bricks. Spanking?? No..that
can't be...
"Daddy, no, I don't get spankings anymore, I..." "Your Mother and I have
already discussed this, Darla. Yes, I know we said you were too old to be
spanked anymore. But this is a very serious business, and the punishment
has to be something you will remember all your life. Do you understand?"
I was frantic. There were no thoughts of arousal, no little fantasies
now...this was for real, and they were angry, and all the terror of an 8
year old came back to me, along with the utter horror of having my
developing body exposed for such a humiliating punishment.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND??" he thundered again.
"Yes, Daddy", I said faintly, my hands protectively behind me already.
"And after that, there will be corner time. And after that you will stay
home tomorrow night and nurse your bottom instead of seeing the play with
Frank. Do you understand THAT?"
"Yes, Daddy", I started to cry.
"Now, here's what is going to happen, young lady. You are going back to
your room right now. I want you to put your desk chair in the middle of
the floor, and I want you to sit quietly on the edge of the bed until your
Mother and I come back there."
"Both of you?" I looked up from under my wet lashes, frightened.
"Both of us. You hurt both of us, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir.'
"Then both of us are going to punish you. Your Mother is going to warm
your panties for you, and then they are going to be pulled down, young
lady, and your Mother is going to give you the best paddling you've ever
had!"
"Oh, no Daddy...please...." I started to beg, backing away.
"Never mind that, Darla. It won't do you any good. When your Mother is
finished with you, you'll have five minutes to compose yourself and rub
your bottom. Then, young lady..." he patted his belt..."you are going to
bend over for Daddy,. and I am going to give you the strap!"