- •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 shook my head from side to side and gripped his leg and squeezed as tightly
as I could to try and ride out the suffering from the blaze that was my poor
bottom. SPANK, SMACK, SWAT, SLAP. “WWHHhhaaaaaa” I cried.
“WWWWhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa” SWAT, SMACK, SPANK.
Then, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore. Daddy let loose with a
long flurry that he applied to my burning bottom as quickly as he could.
WHAP,SPANK, SWAT,SPANK, SWAT,SLAP,WHACK,SMACK,SPANK,WHAP,SPLAT. I let go
with a long anguished shriek of misery “OOOOoggggOOOggooOOO” The words came
out choked with tears and my gasping for breath.
Then it was over. I lay across his lap limp and crying. As I bawled I could
feel my panties being pulled up over my blazing bottom. He helped me off his
lap and I kneeled on the floor in front of him crying as he held me, until I
had settled down. He then held me at arm’s length while he once again wiped
away my tears and spoke gentle words to me. A few minutes later I was sent
to my room with kindly cautions about my future behavior.
In the span of only an hour I went from crying over a feeling of rejection
and then from the spanking and now as I stood looking over my shoulder at my
red, oh so, so very red bottom, I was crying tears of contentment as I
realized my Daddy did love me.
Later that night Mom came up and tucked me in. She spoke gently, as I wiped
away tears. “Jenny, Your Daddy loves you and the spanking was for your own
good, the hurt will go away and you’ll stop crying soon.” It would have
done no good to try and explain to Mom that my tears had nothing to do with
the discomfort of the spanking.
I cried myself to sleep that night, each tear a joy. The burn on my bottom
an affirmation of my Daddy’s love.
The end
Cindy's Worst:
A Spanking Mom's Memoir
by Ed Finn
The moment I strode into Cindy's room and saw the look on her face I knew I should have done what I was about to do a long time ago -- or, more accurately, I should never have stopped doing it. She was flushed, and pouting slightly. Her eyes widened when she saw what I had in my hand.
"Oh no, Mother! Not the hairbrush! I don't believe this! Geez! Why do you..."
"Hush!" I interrupted, giving my left palm a good whack for emphasis. "You know what happens when you carry on like that. It's just a normal, li'l, ol' spankin.'"
Cindy's jaw dropped. She stared at me. Her flush deepened.
"But, Mother..." She whined. "Geez, don't you think I'm a little too old for this sort of thing- I mean, come on -- I'm fifteen years old! God, I'll be voting in no time...and driving...and, and..."
"Oh, be quiet!" I ordered. "I'll do the talking. You may lodge your complaints later -- after your spanking. And I'll listen. But I can tell you right now, Cynthia Jane Reynolds, you have gotten to be a real pain in the you-know-what, and I think if there was a little more spanking around here there might be a whole lot less naughtiness, lying and general laziness."
"Hmmph!" Cindy snorted, but she said nothing.
She glared at me, pouting angrily, as I took the chair from in front of her vanity and placed it in the middle of the room. I sat and tapped my right thigh with the hairbrush.
"Okay, young lady," I said, "you know what to do."
Cindy did not move. I tapped my thigh again, with a little too much vigor.
"Ow!" I winced and rubbed the spot with my left hand. I had forgotten how much the hard, flat backside of an old, wooden hairbrush could sting, even through denim slacks.
My little demonstration of said hairbrush's effect was not lost on Cindy. Her eyes widened and she instinctively reached both hands back, cupping her jeans clad backside.
"I said come here, young lady! It hasn't been that long since your last spanking, so I'm sure you remember the penalty for stalling -- if I recall, you once earned yourself not only a longer and harder spanking, but even an extra 'good night and sweet dreams' paddling at bedtime. You do remember that, don't you-"
Cindy glared daggers at me. She heaved a huge sigh and nodded.
"So I can talk now-" She sneered.