
- •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
It with firms spanks. She placed her hand under one cheek and
lifted it, holding it up while delivering hot and noisy smacks.
She treated the other cheek to the same biting attention.
"Owwww!" Daria kicked her legs. "I'll get you for this!
Daddy will get you for this! He doesn't care about you! I'm the
only one he loves! You're just someone to screw!"
Now Suzanne looked for an as yet untouched place to spank.
She spotted the least fleshy area where the high dome of Daria's
perfect little bottom slanted down towards her waist. She used
the full force of her long fingers to spank the creamy skin.
"Owww! Ohhhh!" Daria shrieked. The heat prickled her
tender skin like a hundred dancing needles.
"By the time I'm through with you, Daria, you won't even
think those kinds of words, let alone say them. I'm going to
spank you until you are obedient. I'm going to spank you until
you are polite. I'm going to spank you until your mouth is as
clean and as innocent as a newborn baby's. And then I'm going to
spank you some more," Suzanne promised as she continued to spank
all over Daria's chubby bottom.
"Noooooo!" Daria bucked her body in a frenzy trying to get
free.
When all of the girl's bottom was some shade of red, Suzanne
started over, spanking the petite cushions harder. She used her
anger and her determination to ignore the sting in her hand and
the fatigue in her arm to smack the brazen chubs.
"Owww! I hate you!"
Suzanne spanked the teen's left cheek with a flurry of
hearty slaps.
"Owww! Stop it right now!" Daria shouted.
Suzanne responded with an equally hard round of slaps to
Daria's other cheek.
"Owwww!" Daria bellowed. I said Stoooooop!"
"Don't you think you need another spank?" Suzanne asked. "I
think so. Here it
comes."
To Daria's chagrin, she could not avoid clenching her
cheeks.
Spank!
"Owwww!
"Another one? Did I hear you say 'no'? Well, I think you do
need another one.
You were pretty naughty." Suzanne let go of her stepdaughter's
wrists, tightened her grip around the girl's waist, and lifted
her, bringing the naughty teen's pudgy bottom right off her lap.
She smacked the upthrust bottom furiously, her body turning into
each spank. Suzanne used the advantage of her leverage, strength
and Daria's position to accomplish solid smacks across the teen's
bouncing bottom. Suzanne ignored her sore hand and tired arm and
spanked Daria with loud, solid whacks.
With her arms now free, Daria fought with all her strength
to get herself off Suzanne's lap. She pushed and hit her
stepmother's thighs. Part of her body had been lifted right off
of Suzanne's lap, her bottom now embarrassingly close to the
woman's strong hand. Still, Daria flailed her legs and fought.
If Suzanne had not been so angry, she would have laughed at the
comical display.
"Before this week is out, Daria," Suzanne said as she struck
the girl's chubs, "you'll learn to obey me without question. You
will be polite at all times. There will be no more fights at
school. No more tantrums. No more naughty language. And you
will call me 'Mom'."
"Owww! Stop it! Owww! I won't call you anything but
'bitch'! Owwww! You
can't tell me what to do! Ohhhhh!"
Daria continued to kick and squirm; Suzanne made no attempt
to stop the struggle, confident in her ability to hold the
wiggling girl in place while she spanked. Suzanne raised her
hand again and increased the force of the smacks. Rebelling in
spite of the spanks, the teen continued her tirade of shouts,
obscenities and threats.
Daria was mortified. No one had ever controlled her.
Having grown up without a mother, no woman had ever seen her bare
bottom. And now she was naked and this woman was spanking her!
Oh just wait until her Daddy got home! He'd fix this bitch!
She'd see to it that Suzanne got her ass whipped but good before
Daddy kicked her out on that same ass!
Daria carried on with her perfect tantrum as Suzanne
continued the barrage of sharp slaps and smarting spanks on the
girl's bottom. She dropped the girl back onto her lap, but made
no attempt to recapture the teen's arms. She allowed Daria to
squirm to her heart's content while she spanked.
Wishing she had thought to use a paddle, Suzanne struck the
sassy moons as hard as she could in rapid slaps.
"You have never had a mother's attention and I intend to
spend this week giving you what you need," the new mom said, a
hard spank given between each word.
To her abject humiliation, Daria burst into tears. Her body
sagged against her stepmother and convulsed in sobs of pain,
frustration and defeat.
"Nooooo! Stooooop! Ouuuch! No moooore! Dammit, Suzanne.
Stop, Su..., Mom. Mom, Mom, Mommyyyy! Please stop! Ooooh!"
Daria wailed.
"When I've decided you've been well spanked I'll stop, and
not one spank before then," Suzanne said sternly using slower but
harder spanks.
"Please stop! Daria begged. Owww! Mom, please. Ow! I'll
obey you, Mom. I'll be a good girl, she cried.
Suzanne knew the spanking she was giving was hard, but not
as severe as Daria pretended with her histrionics. She
determined to continue the spanking until she was sure that the
assault was every bit as painful as the young girl pretended it
was. Over the girl's protests and promises, Suzanne brought down
forceful smacks on each of the cheeks as they danced and colored
to various shades of red and her own palm was stinging at least
as much as the girl's bottom.
"You're willing to promise anything now, Daria," said
Suzanne, "because your bottom is smarting. When the pain goes
away, you may be tempted to be naughty again".
After Suzanne had brought down one final slap she moved her
hand around and around her step daughter's bottom.
Still crying, her bottom ablaze, the teen vowed "No, Mom.
"I'll be good, I swear. Daddy never spanked me. Now that I know
you will, and how it feels, I'll be an angel".
Suzanne couldn't help smiling over that. An angel with
devil's horns holding up her halo she thought.
Suzanne glided her hands over her the girl's bottom.
"You have been denied the experience of a mother's love and