Lilly's freshman year part 4, F/f

Lilly's brown eyes were open Wide now, her mouth a little circle, and for once, she didn't have anything to say.

"Lilly, that wasn't a suggestion, I Told you to come up here, now!"

Lilly wasn't sure when she stood up or how she started walking forward, all she noticed was the paddle that Mrs. Stevens had laid on her desk.

While not as scary as some of the teachers paddles, it was still Plenty scary! It was 18 inches long, including the handle, and about 3 1/2 inches wide, and 3/8 ths of an inch thick, made of plywood, and, it had holes!

The walk to her desk seemed to take forever, but it was over far to soon as well.

"Now then, I know that all of you recieved a copy of the school rules. I also know you all heard the rules during freshman orientation, since most of you couldn't be bothered to read them."

That to the class, as much as to Lilly. Lilly was standing very quietly, red faced, in front of her classmates, and was seriously regretting the pants she had on today. Her bottom seemed to throb, and it was all she could think about, and she had to fight to keep her hands from cupping it, like she did at home.

And because Lilly was now so bottom concious, she felt, correctly, that her classmates were all very aware of her bottom as well. In those very tight new pants.

"Lilly, this is only the second week of the new school year, and yet, I've already had to warn you twice about how to behave in class. It seems that every year, new students wonder if the stories are true, well, congratulations, you get to be the object lesson for your classmates. I hope I won't have to repeat this the rest of term, Lilly. Now, come around to the side of my desk, and lean over, please."

"Y-yes Ma'am." And then she moved where Mrs. Stevens pointed, hesitated, and bent over, even though she desperately didn't want to.

"Lilly. I said Bend over, young lady, not to hunch. Tummy flat on the desk, head on your hands. Now."

Lilly whimpered at the very no nonsense voice, but did as she was told, looking away from her classmates, her long hair pooled over her face.

"No, turn your face, so you can see your classmates, and they can see you, and move your hair, please."

Red to the tips of her ears, she did as she told, she knew from previous experience that arguing only made things worse at times like this. So, she leaned up, turned her head the other way, swept her hair back, and layed her face back on her hands, thinking dark thoughts about the plump bitch Mrs. Stevens.

"Very good. Now then, legs straight, I expect you to hold your position, until I tell you that you may get up. You are getting five swats...."

That brought a collective gasp from not only Lilly, but her classmates as well, both those who liked her and those of the girls who didn't. Six was the maximum a teacher could give, most class offenses got from 2-4 swats. Five was serious. Five often got tears even from the guys who were Jocks and all macho.

Lilly could see her classmates, and their expressions. The worried looks from her girlfriends, the eager bitchy looks from the girls in the other cliques, and well, different sorts of looks from all the boys.

"....because I'm don't plan on putting up with a bunch of nonsense from you all term long, is that understood, Lilly?"

"Yes Mrs. Stevens, it is, it won't ever happen again, really!"

Lilly felt like she was All bottom now, with her legs straight, and her tummy flat, her back was arched down and her fanny was high, and in those tight slacks, it made quite the target. Lilly would have died if she had known the sight she was actually presenting to Mrs. Stevens, because bent like that her pants had snugged even tighter, had ridden up even farther then then already had been, and her little bikini panties were Clearly outlined through her lightweight slacks, as well as how her plump little bottom plumped out above and below those panties. Oh yes, Lilly was putting on quite the show.

Mrs. Stevens picked up the paddle, Lilly suppressed a whimper, felt the paddle tap, tap, tap, and closed her eyes tight.

WHACK!

Eyes Wide open now! Mouth a cute little 'O'. That had been right in the middle of her plump little bottom. Lilly didn't know it, but she was using the panty lines as a means to plan where to aim.

Tap tap, over the same place the last one had been, and the first one had Hurt, and now, as she waited, the Hurt kept growing, sinking in deep, and the burn kept getting worse, and...

WHACK!

"a-ahhhh!"

That had been in the exact same spot as the first!

Eyes moist with tears now, she'd been paddled at school before this, never in high school, but this was So much harder then she'd ever gotten it in school before! She'd heard from her sister and her sisters friends how the teachers laid them on hard, but had thought they'd just been trying to scare her, and oh it burned, and she sucked in a breath and

WHACK!

Oh! Oh! That time, the lick hand been about one paddle width lower, so that her tender sit spot had been covered!

"O-oh please, I'm sorry, please!? I'll be good I won't act up!" She strained to try to turn and look at her teacher. There was no concern over pride now, or who was looking, she still had two more swats to go!

"I suggest you get back in position right now, unless you want extras. Now. I won't tell you again."

Tears coming from her eyes, she slowly turned her head, back towards the class.

"Your hair, please."

"Y-yes Ma'am."

"Tummy flat. I said flat, Lilly." Her voice more then firm now, it was slightly cold, and Lilly was sincerely regretting all the times she had acted up in Mrs. Stevens class, all the smart little remarks to make her friends laugh.

"Legs straight. Good."

Oh how her bottom hurt, and burned and that was only three licks! No way she could take two more! Her sister had told her that the teachers used all sorts of tricks, to make the few swats they were allowed, hurt as bad as a long parental spanking, and she was right! Lilly could feel her bottom throbbing and feeling as if it was swelling!

Tap, tap, tap....



tap


WHACK!

"Awwwwww!! Ow ow owwww!!!!!! Oh Please Mrs. Stevens, I'm sorry! "

The fourth swat had been a repeat of the third, again, on the oh so tender sit spot!

Lilly didn' t care what anyone heard, or what they thought. She didn't even think right then,of how they might tease later, right now there was just her bottom and that paddle!

She didn't even realize she'd straightened up, and was cupping her bottom, trying to rub the pain away as she danced in place and cried.

"Lilly! Stop that! Now, bend over, unless you want even more extras!"

Lilly just looked at her in horror.

"M-more extras!? Noooooo! You can't! Please! Please! "

"Oh yes, I can. I'd suggest that you, and your classmates read your rulebook again. Now, back in position. One, two...."

Lilly tried, she really did, but having to bend over, and stick her bottom up and out, while waiting for the paddle, it was so hard, it...

"....three. Fine, that is another lick. Now bend! And legs straight!"

Crying, Lilly did as she was told.

tap

tap

tap

WHACK!

The fifth spank had was halfway between the first two sets, so it overlapped, and the lower edge of the paddle bit nastily into her thigh bottom crease!

Full crying now, her bottom already tender from her bare bottom brushing from her Mommy last night and now this, it was all to much! All she could think of was her bottom and trying to save herself more swats, but concentrating on not moving, she couldn't think of how she looked, who was watching, Anything else, just not moving!

"Well, Lilly, if you had held your postion, you would have been done now. I bet you are sorry now, that you didn't. You have two more swats coming, I'd suggest you worry about doing as I tell you to do. Understood, Lilly? Lilly? Answer me."

Sobbing, Lilly did answer her.

"Yes Ma'am! Yes Mrs. Stevens, I'm very sorry I didn't do what you told me to! I'm so sorry, really, honest Ma'am!"

She didn't look at Mrs. Stevens this time, not wanting to get out of postion for Any reason at all, but she tried to see her from where she was. Lilly didn't notice that several of her friends were teary and on the verge of crying themselves. Several of the bitchy girls were openly smirking, and two of the braver ones, and not a few of the boys, had snuck their own cell phones out, and were taking both pics and vids. Pretty miss Lilly, the tall girl with the long hair and sassy walk, was going to be the topic of teen boy discussion for quite some time after this.

Mrs. Stevens changed her position slightly, putting her left hand on Lilly's low back, holding her down, although because of the way she was over the desk, her classmates still had an unobstucted view of the show.

tap
tap
tap

WHACK!

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Puh-leaseeee!"

Whack!

The last two penalty swats had both been to her sit spots. And as Lilly knew, a spanking like this would remind her of exactly why that part of her bottom and thighs was called that for some time to come.

Lilly was convinced that she had sat on a stove, her bottom was so hot and burned so bad. Mrs. Stevens kept her hand on her back for a bit more, the told her she could get up now. And when she did she handed her some kleenex and told Lilly to go and take her seat again.

Lilly, crying, stumbled back to her chair, walking hurt, bending to sit, hurt, and sitting Really really hurt!

The rest of class was very quiet, everyones attention on Lilly's sniffling, and on the paddle left out on Mrs. Stevens desk. Finally it was over, and as Lilly made her stiff legged way out of class, she was stopped, and handed a note.

"I need this signed by your parents, and returned tomorrow, Lilly. I hope I don't have to do this again."

And with that, class was over.

Love,

Angie

Lilly's freshman year part 3, F/f

Lunch was lunch, nothing to special, but at least a time to hang out with her friends, and gossip about other girls, as well as decide which guy was cutest, if they thought the new Vampire Diary tv series was going to be as good as the movie Twilight, and did you See Tammy get paddled this morning?!

After lunch, it was Global Studies, which had to be one of the most Boring classes ever. Geography, history, and current events all wrapped up into one. And Mrs. Stevens didn't seem to fond of Lilly either. So far she'd been lucky, and had just got by with some warnings, and one face reddening scolding.

So, with between last nights spanking, and seeing Tammy's paddling, Lilly promised herself to be on her best behavior today, and got to class not just on time, but even a few minutes early.

Things went remarkably well, Lilly stayed awake, paid attention, and followed the Mrs. Stevens lecture.

That lasted for perhaps 10 minute.

Maybe.

Almost.

But, really, global studies? When you really don't care so much even what's going on in your own country, it's like why should I be interested in what happens elsewhere. And not like they ever talked about anything fun, like where the best beaches were, or like Mrs. Stevens ever showed 'international flavor' by showing the different non US editions of Next Top Model. Lilly smiled to herself, rather proud of that one, when she had suggested it that day, as both the girls and the guys in class had all supported her.

Mrs. Stevens also thought she'd been making fun of her when Lilly had proposed using Vogue magazine's international edition as a study source, which was totally unfair, since as she'd explained to Mrs. Stevens, there were like 18 countries that it was published in. Mrs. Stevens had realized though, that she was serious and not mocking her, so while her suggestion for new library material, and a class project was firmly not allowed, at least she wasn't in trouble.

Which was really to bad, and sorta unfair, Lilly thought. After all, wasn't it Mrs. Stevens who was always saying that the class was about showing how other cultures lived? And how all different sorts of things all tied together? So what was wrong with seeing what other places thought were cute?

And another thing, she thought, but then that thought was interrupted by a buzzing against her leg.

Having wisely set her phone to vibrate, she looked around, saw Mrs. Stevens pointing something out on the screen, so she quickly and quietly retrieved it, to see she had a text waiting for her from one of her bff's (best friends forever), who she hadn't run into yet today because of different schedules.

'hey. you 'k? Beca said u got licks in gym?'

OMG great! Now people were gossiping about her and that she had gotten spanked?! And while she liked, well, liked a lot, the thought of the boys thinking of her bottom, she didn't want them thinking of it in That way, or worse, knowing that her Mom still spanked her like a little girl!

A quick glance, check where Mrs. Stevens was at, and a quick response, her phone 'hidden' in her textbook.

'NO! I didn't!'

'really?"

'Yes!'

'Then ?'

Lilly understood the shorthand to from her friend for what it was really asking, okay, if you didn't get paddled in gym, why is everyone saying you did, okay? And stop being a bitch.

Another quick look, another quick text.

'Mom, last night, 'k?'

'oh. sorries. hugz. u 'k?'

And Lilly knew that she was, and knew also that she knew what had happened, someone had seen Lilly's spanked bottom, and in typical high school fashion, her red bottom had turned into the victim of the paddling that had been handed out by the Coach.

'yeah, but can't believe people are talking about this!'

'i know, who do u think told?'

'i don't know but maybe....'

"Lilly!"

As if having Mrs. Stevens yell out her name like that, which was so rude, really, wasn't bad enough, she had also slammed her book down on her desk, making Lilly and the majority of the class that was dozing off or daydreaming jump!

And then Mrs. Stevens was moving towards her, and while Lilly had thought that her teacher had been upset with her before, this was a whole new level!

"And just what do you have here, young lady?!"

Well, Lilly thought that was pretty obvious, but knew from painful parental experience that this was Not the best time to give a smartass answer, no matter how funny it was.

"M-my cell phone, Ma'am?"

Wow she thought, I must be worried if I called her Ma'am.

Several of her classmates must have thought the same thing, as Lilly heard snickers. Which went away just as fast under Mrs. Stevens glare.

"Are you allowed to have your phone out in class, Lilly?"

"No Mrs. Stevens!"

Oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd! Please please don't send a note home! My Mom will kill me! And then she'll take my phone besides! And...

"No, you certainly aren't! And just what were you doing? Playing games? Texting? Sending pics?"

"Texting, Ma'am." Lilly could feel the beads of perspiration under her shirt, as she noticed that Everyone was now awake and paying full attention.

"I see. Give it to me. Now." And holding her hand out, waiting for Lilly to obey.

oh gawd, please, no note, pleaseeeeeee!

"Yes'm, Mrs. Stevens." Very meek, as she handed it to her, and damn, why hadn't she deleted the texts first!?

"You girls and your cell phones. When I was growing up...."

In the dark ages, Lilly thought crossly...

"....girls often got in trouble for passing notes. I see the only thing that has changed has been the technology. Which now lets you pass notes, as it were, with friends who aren't even in the same room. Because I didn't see Anyone else here with their phone out. It used to be that when girls were caught passing notes....."

Pllllleasseee no note home, please!

"that our teachers would read them aloud in class."

THAT got a collective gasp from the class, and Lilly squeaked and her face turned even redder.

"I always thought that especially mean though."

Lilly felt like she could breath a bit, now, knowing that the fact that her Mom still spanked her, her, a freshman, would not be read aloud in class!

"You may pick your phone up after school, at the office, understood?"

"Yes Ma'am, yes Mrs. Stevens, I understand, thank you!"

Oh my gawd, maybe she was going to survive this, she hadn't embarrassed her in front of everybody, she was getting her phone back too, but she didn't understand the funny smile on Mrs. Stevens right now, like Lilly had just said something funny.

"Well, you are most welcome, Lilly. Now, why don't you come up to my desk, so we can finish our talk about having your phone out in class, and not paying attention in class, young lady."

And as she said that, Mrs. Stevens leaned over and opened the lower right drawer, and pulled out her paddle.....


love,
Angie

The only 'butt' I care about... F/f

"But, but Mommieeeee!!!! Owwwwwieee!"

"Hush! I'm not in any mood, the only 'butt' I'm concerned with right now, young lady, is your little 'butt'!"

Swat!

"Oooowwww!!!! Mommmieee!"

"sly, since you were away on vacation, you picked up quite a few bad habits, little girl!"

Spank! Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

"Your manners are awful! "

Spank!

"sly, I want to be hearing please, and yes Mommie, and No Mommie, and may I, and Sir and Ma'am when you are talking to other adults, and it's 'yes', not yeah, and you will Answer when I talk to you, do you understand me sly?"

Spank!

"Ow ow oww! Ohhh yes Mommie yes Mommie I understand Ma'am! Oh I'm sorry oh it hurts please stop, please!"

Spank!

"Not yet. I'm tired of your eye rolling, the crossed arms, the huffing, the sighing, and it Stops, miss sly, now!"

Spank spank spank spank spank!

"Oh OW yes Mommie no eye rolling Mommie I won't!"

Spank spank spank!

"And?"

My hand, resting on bare red bottom as I wait....

"Um, no crossed arms, and no huffing?"

"Good, that's right."

Spank!

"And, I'm tired of all the backtalk, all the sass, of having to tell you more then once to do something. That stops too, young lady."

"Yes Mommie yes Ma'am!"

"Good. " pat pat pat...

"Now, up you go, nose in the corner, and hands Off your fanny, I'll let you know when you can come out. Scoot."


Love,
Mommie

Sister problems part 2 f/f

I pouted, but I knew she wasn't joking either, so as soon as she got out the door, I finished drying off and got changed. The stupid vest and even dumber panties,then the blouse and jumper.

Dang. I looked in the mirror, turned my head, turned and looked again. Dang! I didn't really look any different in this then I had when I was 12! I could feel how hot my face was, and I felt sort of teary, too.

I wasn't sure how much time I had left, I had sorta lost track, so I got my fanny out and down and found Sly. It was a good thing I had, as even though she was yapping on the phone again (ha, so much for Sly not thinking she was girly), probably with Ellen, she actually had the kitchen timer out on the coffee table! Gosh! I had about 45 seconds left but I'm glad I hadn't dawdled any longer.

"....yeah, sorry, so stuck here for at least today, and probably going to have to be babysitting her for the rest of the week as well..."

I blushed again, I didn't think she really had to say babysitting, she was just showing off and being mean, now.

"..but yeah, they didn't say I couldn't have anyone over, just that she couldn't. So stop on by whenever you want,'k, and keep me company. Hang on a sec, a'right?"

She put the phone down, but didn't bother covering it up.

"Well you just made it, smart. You need to get started on your chores, Mommie left the list for you on kitchen table. "

And that was that, she didn't even say anything else, I was just ignored, dismissed.

"Slllyyy come on, can't I wait a bit and then get started? I've got plenty of time, and ..."

I sorta didn't finish as she just looked at me again.

"Yeah, sorry, hang on again, I have to take care of something real quick. No, no need to hang up this won't take long."

Sly was standing now, and I'm a lot smaller anyway, and in my old clothes, I felt Really small. And young.

"Angie? Come here please, now."

Crud. And she had That look to. I went, not fast but I went.

I got there, and couldn't look her in the eye. So I looked at the floor.

"S-Sly? I'm sorry, I won't backtalk anymore, I'll go do my chores an...."

She just put her finger to my lips then, and very softly tapped them. Pops she called them. I shut up and even my ears felt hot now.

"Angie? I know you are going to do your chores now. Because I told you to. I'm not going to put up with you backtalking, sassing, or arguing with me everytime I tell you to do something, okay? And this is the only warning I'm going to give you. If I have to repeat myself after this, if I have to tell you something twice, if you backtalk me, I'm not going to argue. I'm going to spank you until you are really, really sorry you didn't mind me right off the bat. Angie, do you understand me?"

Her finger was still on my lips, so with big eyes, I rapidly nodded yes that I did!

"Good. Turn."

I squeaked as she actually turned me as she said it, and then I squeaked again but didn't move as she pulled the back of my jumper up and then pinned it up in back so my panties were showing! I almost whined out 'Slyyyy!' again, but stopped myself before it left my lips.

She took my left wrist, and raised my arm up, and I gasped as she said "hold still", then squealed and danced as she swatted me four times, Hard right across my panties!

"Scoot" she said, so I scooted, cringing a bit at the next, "and don't you dare unpin your dress, I'll let it down when I'm ready. Good. Hey, Ellen? yeah,no, it's fine, Angie was just acting out, so had to swat her is all. Sure, come on over now, not a problem."


Love,
Angie

Hawaii spankings, F/f, M/F, rl, domestic

a repost from SIN, gosh, wrote this must be about 10 years ago now.

A certain someone, when they found out that I lived over here, asked if I had ever been spanked with a slipper. And the answer is yes, yes I have.

Now that I am feeling up to writing new stuff again, I thought this might be a good way to get back into things.

Over here in Hawaii, the most common footwear is what everyone calls 'slippers' (or in the local pidgen slang, 'slippahs').

Now these are not bedroom style slippers, or the gymshoe type of the UK. These are what would be called back on the mainland sandals, or in many cases, flip flops or shower shoes.

Those inexpensive little thong type plastic/rubber bottomed sandals with no heelstrap that go between your big toe and the one next to it. Except over here, you can go from the really cheap flimsy ones, to the fancier ones, with patterned soles, and thicker, and all sorts of designer colors and such.

Now one of the benifits of being a woman is getting to hear all the girl talk around the office and at social occasions and such. And it is amazing how often the subject of kids and discipline comes up, without ME being the one to bring it up. Invariably, some one mentions spanking, and everyone shares their experiences.

Despite all the different family preferences for spanking tools, overall winner here is the slipper. Everyone from the grandmother types in my office, to the new little receptionist, just out of high school, all have tales about their tails feeling the slipper.

It is a fairyl COMMON sight, to see out in a park or in a parking lot or at the beach, to see some frustrated parent, moms more often than dads, with a kicking and fussing kid over their lap, while the slipper is most vigorously applied despite the kicking and howling and crying and pleading.

And this isn't always just little kids either. I've seen some teenage misses upended over parental laps out in public, getting a quick lesson in manners, and the fact that they aren't quite as grown up as they thought they were.

One of the more recent sightings happened at the beach. A mom that I had a nodding aquaintance with was nearby with her family. Pretty good kids for the most part. One of the girls was 15, my youngest girls age. The next girl was 13, and then a boy about 5.

Mom had to go back to the car for something, and she told the 13 yo to watch the boy, and make sure he stayed in the shallow water. That much I heard. I went back to sleep, and a little while later heard some crying down at the water, so I looked up, and saw the boy getting rolled in the surf, no sister or anyone else around.

I go and drag him out, and asked him where his sister was, and he didn't know. About then, mom comes along, and the story is repeated. Then comes in miss 13, after waving goodbye to some boys that were WAY to old for her 13 yo butt.

Her mom starts lecturing right away, and telling her how much trouble she is in, etc. Her daughter cops a real teen attitude, with a "Mommmm, I AM 13 you know," and even better, "I don't know why I have to watch him all the time, all I do is work!"

Mom grabbed her wrist, sat down, pulled her over her lap right there on the beach, and took off one of her thick soled slippers, and went to work on her daughters bottom right then and there! She had been swimming too, so her little bikini bottoms were still wet, as was her fanny! And boy, take it from experience, does that ever increase the sting.

The bottoms were moderately modest, but they had ridden up a bit, and her mom made sure to REALLY redden any uncovered sit spot till it was glowing. From all the crying and pleading, she didn't sound so grownup anymore. When she let her up, she was dancing around, and people were looking and pointing, but no sympathy for her though.

Didn't even get to run into the water to hide her red butt and upper thighs, mom made her stay on the beach, babysitting her brother for a while longer, before she let her go swim to hide and cool off.

It is also fairly common around the island to see the boys and young men when they are playing around at the parks and beaches with their girls, to spank them a couple of times with the slipper, hard enough to make them rub, even if it is a couple of swats.

And, as I said in the beginning, I have been spanked with a slipper also, by my husband and my Momma Sue. He hasn't been shy about doing it at the beach, and he really lays some licks on!

Of course, between his laughing and me carrying on, it's evident that it's just playing around, if a bit hard, and not once has anyone ever intervened or come over to see if I was okay.

I normally retreat to the water as soon as I can. If I'm lucky, I can coax him into the water as well, so he can comfort me properly out there, in the waves....

love,
Angie

My cousins and skirt lengths, F/f, rl

from a letter I sent to a friend....
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I had cousins who attended a Catholic school when we were growing up,and they told similar stories of the girls (including themselves) playing games with their skirt lengths. And, like your friend, corporal punishment was used in school, and occasionaly a girl was found to be way in violation, and was quickly taken in hand.

I remember them saying something though, not only about rulers being used to measure, but about a hand rule.

For some reason, possibly because it was considered cute on younger girls (or now that I think about it, perhaps because the parents didn't want to buy new skirts all the time...), the grade schoolgirls (grades 1-6, so ages 6-12) used the 'hand' rule for their skirt lengths, meaning that if they stood up straight, the skirt couldn't be shorter then their finger tips. If it was, and it wasn't due to rolling of the skirt, a note was sent home, saying that she needed a new size. If however, her skirt had been tampered with,well, she was turned over her teachers lap right there in class, and spanked! Eeek!

And, while it wasn't always over panties, it usually was, it was only girls in class, modesty in front of classmates wasn't a big issue.

Once in Junior High and High School however, they used a ruler; I think they said that the rule was no more than 2 inches from the floor, when kneeling, I could be wrong. Because of their ages though, Much rebellion at this, also, this was in the 60'sand 70's, and out in Los Angeles and think back to the skirts and dresses that the girls wore on such shows as the Brady Bunch, or the Partrige Family, or ModSquad, almost knee length skirts were Not the fashion, especially inLos Angeles! They said that almost every day, that more than one girl was soundly spanked (actually, the older girls were usually paddled or strapped!) due to a uniform violation.

Sometimes in class, but repeat offenders were sent to the Mother Superiors office for a very painful talk!

And, anyone who was spanked in school, had a note sent home, telling her parents what had happened, and why! So, most of the girls, such as my cousins, got spanked again that night, by less than sympathetic parents who ignored girlish pleas that they had already been spanked,hard, and their bottoms were still sore!

My one cousin said the most embarrassing one that she heard of was when one of her classmates got caught rolling her skirt up for the third time in not quite 3 weeks, and not just a little bit, but a lot, and was sent to the Mother Superiors office, who then called her mom, to let her know about the problem, again.

Except that this was the first mom had heard about it! The girl had been forging her mom's signature! So, her mom said she would be right there! The girl was nose in the corner till her mom got there,then got a lecture from her mom and the Mother Superior, got an over the desk strapping on her panties from the Mother Superior, and then her mom took her over her lap right there, and rumor had it that the panties didn't stay up and that a hairbrush was used! And, as mom left, she said her daddy would be talking to her that night as well!

love,
Angie

Catholic schoolgirl spankings, rl

Okay, here's the disclaimer part. These couple of short memories arefrom what my California cousins told me, and then what a friend toldme that I met when I was in the Army....
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My cousins.

My favorite aunt moved out to California, right after she graduated High School, and I think that is one of the reasons I liked her, she just had the guts to go and leave the midwest farming community where she had been born, and where I grew up.

I saw her kids, my cousins, about every other year. Four girls, one boy (but he doesn't count, even though he is a nice guy nowadays.),and two of the girls were older than me, by like 4 and 6 years and the other two were younger, by 1 and 2 years.

I always envied their lifestyle, nice home in the California suburbs in Orange county, nice weather, no snow, and a Pool in their backyard!

Well, they came to visit one summer, and I was whining about how good they had it, and how I wished I could live there, and so on. (btw,this was in 1972, so I was like 12, you can do the math on the others for yourself.)

We girls were all talking in the camper that the girls were staying in, and Jen, the second oldest, said I wouldn't like it so much if I had to go to their schools. I asked why, as I knew they went to an all girls Catholic school, and I kinda envied them, as my school was rural poor, and the teachers weren't that great or encouraging.

Well, besides the usual complaints about uniforms, and daily confessions (which was cool to hear, and new to me, being raisedLutheran), and the older girls complaining about no boys of course,they also ALL said that they got spanked in school!

I was amazed, and given my already budding interest in it, couldn't wait to hear more. See, we didn't have spanking in school were I was,they either just sent a note home, or called your home, and boy, you caught it from mom but good when you got off the bus!

I told them that, and they wished they were going to school here, as they got spanked at school, and then got another from my aunt forgetting in trouble at school!

They said that all the nuns were allowed to spank, and it seemed that you could get whacked for just about anything, besides the normal posted rules, if they just 'thought' you were doing something wrong.

They said that in the classrooms (and they had all went to the sames chools, with the younger girls going to one school in grades 1-8,and the older girls in a separate HS) it was normal for a nun to call you to the front of the class, have you stand by the side of her desk, bend over the desk, and then spank you.

Most just used an old fashioned ruler, the thick heavy ones, and it was done over the skirts, but they said it still burned like fire, and that some of the nuns REALLY laid it on with a vengance. Most offenses got between 5-10 whacks.

But they weren't limited to the ruler. They could use pretty much what they wanted. One of the more feared nuns, who taught at the HS,favored a heavy paddle, and my older cousins told me as I listened with WIDE eyes how it wasn't unusual for even the older High Schoolgirls to be crying by the time they got up from her desk, and that she almost always gave the full ten. And then you had to go and sit in those hard wood seats, and they said it wasn't unusual to get ANOTHER spanking later from someone else because they wouldn't stop figeting in class! And they still had the spanking from their mom to wait for yet!

One of the nuns, who was the terror of the just turned teens, favored a short strap. My cousins said that if you had been in trouble a lot,that instead of just getting it over the desk, you might even get placed over their lap, for your spanking, the humiliation being seen as an added punishment. The nun with the strap seemed to do a lot of otk.

For the REAL problem children, from like 6th grade up, repeat offenders, sometimes after a classroom paddling had already been handed out, would be sent to see the Mother Superior, and THAT they said was a dreaded experience. Both of the older ones had been to see her, the oldest one several times.

She, they said, used either a heavy paddle with holes in it, or a wicked strap! You would have to lay over her desk, and scooch forward till your toes were off the floor, and she would usually lift your skirt up (and my oldest cousin told me "heaven help you if you don'thave plain white cotton panties on!") and then let you have it,anywhere from 10-15 licks.

Wow!

Gotta say, even after the stories, still wanted to go to school there...

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A girlfriend at a Catholic Boarding school

When I was in the Army, I met another woman, who was the sweetest,nicest person, super at her job, always willing to lend a helping hand. Since we were in a coed unit, but the female officers were few and far between, we became pretty good buds.

So, as I was having coffee in her office one Sat. morning (we were in garrison, and I had gotten stuck with Officer of the Day, and she was in because she was married to her work...) we got to talking about where and how we grew up.

I told her about the farm and midwest and cold, and she told me about living the life of privlege in California, and what a wild child she had been.

I laughed at her, thinking she was just joking. She blushed, and said no, she was a real problem child, and that her parents, while they loved her (only child) also believed in permissive parents are your friends type of parenting, and no limits were set, and she fell in with a bad crowd. By the time she was 13 (she was my age, so that would have been in 73), she was drnking hard, NEVER going to school,smoking pot daily, and have started experimenting with harder stuff,like lsd.

After the THIRD time she had been brought home by cops, her folks rethought what was going on, and tried to clamp down, but it was too late, and she started running away. Sooo, the next thing she knew,she was shipped off to a Catholic boarding school, for 'spirited'children....

As you can imagine, the primary means of discipline was by corpora lpunishment, spanking in some form or another, and this girl, at first, got it ALL the time she said!

You would get spanked for not following a quite long list of rules.For uniform violations that seemed quite petty to me, like how far up your knee socks went, or if your uniform was umkempt and wrinkled (I mean, she was only 13...). Attitude. Backtalk. Not doing well in class. Not doing well on quizzes or tests. Not getting homework finshed. Not doing homework well. Sloppy homework.

Spankings depended on the offense, where you were, and the spanker. Most of the nuns, she said, actualy had straps that hung from a loop on their waist! Most of the classroom spankings were done over the desk, over the skirt. While 5-10 licks was the normal, it wasn't the set limit.

She said it wasn't unusual, especially for new girls, to have 2-3 girls spanked each class. Every day, someone was getting it, although they tapered off somewhat as they got older, but that was due more to good behavior, and not getting caught. Older girls, she said, REALLY got paddled or strapped when they messed up, because they were supposed to know better.

Some of the nuns,especially for one on one spankings, when the other girls weren't around, prefered the otk approach, and seemed to mother the girls more, holding them after, like mom would me after a spanking when I sat on her lap, my attitude gone, and I would tell her I was sorry.

At first, because of her grades, and attitude, she had to attend a special nightly 2 hour study session with a nun for every girl there.She said that the girls in that room all sat at a table, on stools without backs, and the nuns would sit or stand behind them. If you talked, daydreamed, fidgeted, or weren't doing your work, your personal nun would give you a HARD whack with her strap on your butt while you were sitting there! No telling, she said, how many you might end up with in a night!

There was a head girl in each room, who though she couldn't spank,would tell the nun in charge of the floor what was going on, and that could get you in trouble.

And of course, the ultimate threat was the Mother Superior, who used what I now know was a two tailed tawse, and it would be done either over the panties (no skirts for protection if you were bad enough to get sent there!) or, in extreme cases, panties down!

She said she had trouble adjusting at first, but the nun who was her floor supervisor, and also was her 'personal' nun at the nightly study sessions, took quite an interest in her, and kept telling her that she was smarter than that, that she KNEW she could do it, and while correcting her for misbehavior she also kept affirming to her how special she was.

by the end of that first year, she had long since moved from needing to attend the special study sessions and was on the honor roll.

That summer, she talked with her parents before school was out, and she came back home to live, but still went to that school, including the summer session, so she would continue to stay out of trouble.
She has no hard feelings about any of this, and said it was what she needed to get her life turned around.

There, my school girl stories, by proxy.
Angie

Had to spank my niece the other night, F/f, rl

She's almost 17, and she and some of her friends had thought it would be a good idea to go off campus for lunch, which they aren't allowed to do, since they are only juniors; only seniors have off campus lunch rights. One of her friends boyfriend is a senior though, and has a car, so off they went.

And got caught. So all the juniors got detention. An hour after school, and a note home to the parents/guardians.

Now now paddling in her school, and I don't think their detention is that horrid, one hour having to copy from a text book.

Of course, just because the school doesn't paddle, doesn't mean I don't.

She had left me a message she was in trouble, and had already done her chores before I got home, and was hard at work on homework.

She still went over my lap for a brush and paddle spanking.

So, at your schools, what do they do for detention? Is it after school?
Saturday?

do they just sit there, or can they do homework, or do they have to do lines or copy?
Angie

I hate the corner, F/f, rl memory

another repost...
I hate the corner F/f memory
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I hate the corner.

I feel stupid having to stand there, and mad, but mad at me.

I can hear my sisters and cousins outside playing, the window is open, and my crying has slowed to the point it's more feeling sorry for myself crying now.

And with the slight decrease in the temp of my rear, and the lessening tears, I realize that if I can hear THEM outside so easily, they must have been able to quite easily have heard ME only a short time before, as mom took her brush to me again, and that thought, that they were all out there snickering at me, laughing and making fun of me, started up the tears all over again.

I hate the corner. Too much time to think.

Standing there with my hands by my sides. No rubbing or else, and I had learned my lesson about the 'or else' long before this; mom wasn't joking.

I hate the corner. At least this time my panties had been replaced, probably cause some of my male cousins were around, and it wouldn't have been proper for them to see my bare butt.

Although who knows, the thought crosses my mind, WHO was at the window peaking earlier as I lay bare fanny up squalling over mom's lap.

I hate the corner, way too much time to think. And right now I think that time is going backwards.

I must have been standing here for hours. I can hear the old fashioned clock on the wall, going tick tick tick, but can't actually see it, not without turning, and who knows if mom, or one of my aunts is looking. My aunts may, or may not, let me off, mom wouldn't.

I hate the corner. I sulk and pout. This is so embarrasssing, and I'm to old to be spanked like this anymore, like I'm a baby. I had kinda said the same thing while over mom's lap, right before the brush started in, and Mom simply said that judging by my behavior, apparently I wasn't too old at all....

I hate the corner...

love,

Angie

Um, since the tone is possibly darker than I had intended, a few editors notes.
1. the above spanking and corner time were well earned and deserved, lets leave it at that...
2. Although corner time always felt like forever, normally, between 5-15 minutes, and purpose was to allow the miscreant time to reflect, without any distractions, why she had just been punished.
3. After the whole punishment was over, their were hugs and pats and such, and you started over, the offense wasn't held over you...
4. Um, well, by the end of the corner time, I was thinking about why I had been sent there, and not just why it was so unfair...
Angie

But Mommmmmm! F/f, part 1

One of the signs of the changing times, is that no longer in many school districts do you have to rely upon an erring child to bring you a note home from school, telling you that they are or were, in trouble.

For those with internet access, you get a nice little email from the admin office, or in order not to leave out those with out computers, you get a nice little voice mail left on your phone.

Now, this was something I thought she was familiar with already, and since I had already heard about her getting detention via computer and phone, I was rather shocked at her attitude when she walked her little bottom through the door.

"Oh! Mom! Um, hi, I wasn't expecting to see you here. I'm sorry I can't chat but I'm going to meet Kari at the mall in a few, and then go over to her house to study, so by..."

"Hold it Right there young lady."

And while I already wasn't happy, the look of long suffering, the rolled eyes, the crossed arms, the jutted hip and bent knee Really really didn't help my mood out at all.

"So, how was your day?"

"Oh, you know Mom, nothing special, just like always. Can I go now, please?"

The last with that special teenage sigh, that parents all over know so well.

"No, you may not go now, young lady, and you had better lose the attitude as well, Angela Lynn, if you know what is good for you!"

Personally, I don't think that crossing her arms, and rolling her eyes as she huffed out a "fine, 'k then..." consituted losing her attitude, but we'd discuss that in a little bit as well.

"So, missy, Nothing you want to talk to me about, or think I might want to know?"

Squirming, and a very guilty look. That girl should never play poker.

"Um, no? I'm sorry I was snotty..." , even though she didn't sound sorry in the least, "it's not you, it was just a long day, may I go, please?"

Please. Well, that was a start.

"No you may not, now, sit your little fanny down, now, while you still can!"

Big eyes at that, lip out in a pout, but she sat, and not nearly as confident as when she walked in a few minutes before.

"You wondered why I was home early, Angela Lynn? Well, guess what I got today? I recieved a call and an email from your school, young lady, telling me you had gotten detention today. Care to tell me why?"

Bright red face, and looking at the floor, the bravado quickly leaving.

"Ms. Kimura gave it to me cause she said Iwas talking in class, and it was so not fair! I mean, its like the first time and she didn't give me a warning or anything! And it's not like it was during a test or anything and I wasn't being that loud, she just doesn't like me is all, Mom!"

More squirming from the couch as she looked up at me, wondering if I was going to buy this.

"I see. Ms. Kimura, the teacher that gave you an A at midterm? And who wrote what a good student you are? And how much you contribute to class, and are always prepared? That Ms. Kimura? She's mean to you, and doesn't like you? I see."

A LOT of squirming now, but not as much as there would be when I had her panties down and she was over my lap.

"Um, yes Ma'am?"

"Well, Angela, that doesn't sound terribly fair of her at all. I'll just give her a call, and find out whats going on. I don't want your teachers picking on you, after all."

Big eyes,at that.

"Mommmmm, no, you can't! Don't, please! I'll, I'll be so embarrassed!"

Oh, I liked that last part, a last ditch reason as to why I shouldn't call.

"Angela Lynn! Are you telling me what I can, and can't do, little girl?!"

"N-no Ma'am! Gosh no Mom! I didn't mean it like you can't, but like please don't!, okay?"

I had the phone, and the list from the fridge,the one with her current teachers on it, and their work and home numbers.

"Oh, I'm most certainly going to call, my dear."

And I started to do just that.

A teary daughter interrupted me again.

"Please? Mom? You don't need to call, honest! I, I sorta fibbed to you before."

I stopped the call, and looked at her, with her big teary eyes.

"You 'sorta fibbed', Angela Lynn? Or do you really mean you lied to my face, not only when I asked you if you needed to talk to me about something, but when I confronted you about your detention, about why you got it?"

"Y-yes Ma'am. That's what I meant. I sorta lied."

"And what did you 'sorta lie' about, little girl?"

Soft crying now, which I ignored. She should be teary and worried.

"A, about not telling you I got detention, an..."

When she was in trouble, her 'ands' always became 'an'...

"an then when you asked, I lied about why I got it...."

I was in a basic Mom pose then, hands on my hips as I looked down at her.

Finally figuring out that this might not be the best time to push things, she rapidly continued on, without further prompting from me. Although my toe tapping on the floor might have encouraged her.

"Um, well, it sorta like wasn't the first time I had talked in class or that she had warned me?"

Assisted by my look, that was followed up with,

"It was sorta more like she had warned me three or four times, or so?"

"So she wasn't being mean to you all the time and picking on you for no reason,and just handing out detention for not really doing anything at all?"

"N-no Ma'am."

"Okay. Well, why don't you put your nose in the corner, after you call Kari and tell her you won't be meeting her at all today, because you are grounded."

At the stricken look, I continued on. "Yes, you Will tell her you are grounded, and not just that you can't make it. Unless you want me to spank you first, and then you can tell her that you are grounded, and spanked?"

"But Mommmmmmmm!"

"Angela Lynn, I've had it with your sass and backtalk! Don't you ' But Mom' me! Since you can't do what I tell you without whining, you can do your corner time with your skirt up now...."

"But Mommmmmm, that's not fair!"

Some girls are slower learners then others.

"Panties down as well, now. Want to push it any more? No? Stand up, and come over here then, little girl."

She tearily did so, and kept her hands out of the way as I put her skirt up in back, tucking it into her waistband, and then I tugged her pink cotton boyshorts down to her knees, and she was crying as I did it.

Encouraging her with a firm maternal palm to a soft daughterly bottom, she did indeed call Kari and tell her that she was grounded. Then her nose was in the corner, bottom on display until I called her out.

love,
Angie

Sometimes F/f

"Mommmieeee Owwwieee! ow ow owww! Oh I'll be good ! Pllleaseee, my bottom hurts! It was an accident!"

The last was Not the right thing to say at that moment!

"It Spank was most Certainly Spank NOT SPANK! an Accident Spank Young Spank Lady! Spank Spank Spank!"

I snugged my arm over sly's waist a bit firmer, as she was wriggling pretty good, and resumed our little Mommie daughter talk.

"An accident, Spank, babygirl, Spank, is just that! Spank! It happens, Spank, and not much you could do about it! Spank spank spank! However, spank! trying to see Spank just Spank how Spank far Spank you Spank could Spank jump Spank over the puddle, SPANK!, is NOT SPANK an accident, Spank little girl, and when you get Spank your clothes Spank all dirty Spank when you fall in Spank! that wasn't Spank an accident either! Spank spank spank!"

Which is where we are now. Just a short time before, I was just about ready to go out the door, collect my brood, and make our way to church. However, I then heard a commotion outside, with sly explaining loudly and desperately as to why whatever had just happened really wasn't her fault, and my oldest calling down the hall for me.

I rush to the back door, and look out, to see sly standing there, dripping with that nice, orange red mud we have here. And all over her brand new clothes and sneakers, her 'good' shoes. Sigh, those had lasted all of five minutes.

Big eyes, when she saw me.

"Mommie, I'm sorry, I just wanted ta see if I could jump across the puddle, and I made it, but then I slipt, and sorta fell back in, an..."

Counting to ten in my head, I took a breath.

"Hush, now. And strip off your clothes, All of them, young lady, right there, you are Not tracking mud through the house!"

Of course that got a protest of sudden modesty from my resident nudist, and while she was doing that, I too was stripping down, taking my dress and slip off, lest it become irreparably stained as well.

And so, in bra and panties, I retrieved my youngest, picking her up under her arms, and carrying her down the hall to the bathroom, and then setting her back down only when her feet were in the tub.

sly, for once, wisely decided on keeping her mouth shut, and I called out for Jenny to get her fanny into the bathroom, and told her to wash sly off, Well, while I took care of her clothes, and pretreated them, hopefully before they had become instant play clothes.

So, muttering under my breath, and hoping my neighbors were either already gone, or sleeping late, I went back out in my undies, at least they were cute, got the hose, and rinsed off the worst of the mess, stuck them in a garbage bag so as not to leak all over the house, and then to the laundry.

Presoaking accomplished, I went back to the bathroom, where Jen was just finishing up with my naughty little mudmonster.

"Thank you honey, make sure you and your other sister are ready when I'm done here, and do Not give me that look, you will both be going with us, and sitting with us, clear?"

And no grumbling, just a yes Ma'am, knowing in my present mood that whatever she said not only would be a losing argument, but might also get her fanny swatted.

sly was still in her towel, when I led her to her room, and then, before I bothered redressing her, I got the the little paddle that lived in her panty drawer out, and over her protests, flipped her over my lap, lifted the towel and paddled her bare and still damp bottom soundly, much to her dismay and many squeals, protests, and and very quick crying.

I went over the usual Mom list as I scolded her while I spanked her, the How many times do I have to tell you, What were you thinking, didn't I tell you after you got dressed not to get dirty, that those were your brand new clothes, etc.

Of course, all that was said as I paddled her little bottom, fast little spanks, five or so in the exact spot, before moving on, getting a nice little fire going, on a bottom that was still a faint pink from her spanking last night.

Like other girls I've spanked, sly didn't seem to appreciate my technique any more than they had, squealing, crying, kicking, and I tucked her arm to her side as she reached back desperately to try to cover her rapidly reddening rump.

I finished with a set that worked it's way down the little divide between her two babyfat cheeks, her bottom small enough that the little plastic paddle ball game paddle covered a fair amount of bottom on both sides, with each spank, and then for the finale, ten Good Spanks to each little sit spot!

Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!

"Now, young lady..." , and this as I rubbed her back and let her cry it out over my lap, "I Know you are sorry now, sweety, but you are Always sorry after, babygirl, just like you were last night at bedtime, and I ended up having to spank you then too. Mommie needs you to try to start thinking Before you do something you shouldn't, okay, honey? Good. Now, we have to get going, up we go."

I picked her up, legs around my waist, and carried her to her room, plopped her tummy down on her bed, got a clean pair of Lilo and Stitch panties out, a new pair of shorts, a green tshirt with honus (turtles) on it, and in short order, despite squeals as soft cotton panties did their best sandpaper imitation going on her bottom, had my baby dressed, picked her back up, and out the door we went.

Once there though, she had a new problem, one that I could sympathize with, you would think whoever makes those wood pews does so specifically to make sitting for spanked girls (and wives) as uncomfortable as possible.

"sly", I said quietly in her ear, "stop squirming, please, and sit still, and listen."

An unhappy little face looked up at me, and whispered back in my ear, even as she mostly stopped the Big squirming, and seemed more to be moving by clenching first then the other cheek, "But, Mommieeee, it hurts!"

Well, it had been quite quick that we had gotten here, not even corner time for her little bottom to cool down. So, I picked her up and set her on my lap, letting her squirm until she got as comfortable as she could, petting her hair.

"Okay, babygirl, shhh, you can sit on my lap, but no playing, no squirming, and listen, okay, otherwise I'll take you to the ladies room, if I need to understand? Good girl."

And that was my morning.

Angie
I swear, sometimes, I don't know what gets into girls, I really don't. They can have a good spell, and not get into trouble for a while, and other times, will slip, do something, and then get back on track.
And then other times, well! You would Think that after you had just gotten spanked, you would go out of your way to behave, but that is, amazingly enough, quite often not the case.


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For sly and Jen and whoever wants to eavesdrop, F/ff

Entry for September 07, 2008 For sly and Jen (and whoever wants to eavesdrop)

Now, while I do appreciate your recent comments, not all who come to my blog go back and keep checking to see if anyone has commented, so, instead of this being hidden, I've taken some of your recent comments,and put them all in this post, where I will discuss them with you.
sly, quit squirming. It might be embarrassing, but no more so than getting your bare fanny spanked in front of everyone. Which has happened more than once. As it has for you too, Jenny dear.

First, miss sly..., you said:
b-but Mommie! i said...and you said...an...an...Gosh!
i'll go get the paddle, Ma'am...
love,me
Kiss! A Very good girl I have for not fussing and doing what you were told, I'm So proud of you!
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Next, miss Jen,
Angie mommy...for someone who has never been caned in real life, you describe it very accurately and believe me I know that from painful experience! as the song goes "there is nothing like a CANE" Giigle.Love, Jenny
Well, I wasn't fibbing Jenny dear, I haven't been caned, ever. Been switched more times than I care to remember, so a lot of my 'feelings' and such were based on that, and my limited caning vid viewing. I'm glad you thought it accurately represented things. As you and sly know, your Daddy has said if we ever meet someone (or a couple) who we trust and like and who are experienced with the cane, that if I get into trouble, I will be sent to them for a caning,with him watching! Eeek! Actually he said I would get punished by them on two occasions, the first because I had no idea what to expect but at least once more, when earned, since this time I would know what to expect!
And young lady, is there Really a song that says that about the cane? If so, I expect to see it on your blast in the near future.
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And from my bratty and helpful oldest again!
Poor little Sly..she must have a sore botty! I think her spanking needs to be finished of with a good taste of the strap...a dozen right across her bare underbottom as she dangles over the couch with toes way off the ground! That would make her howl and pulling up panties afterwards would be very salutary!
Love you both, Jenny XXXXXXXXXXXX
Hmmm, yes, I'm sure miss sly is feeling the love. And hope she didn't use bad language when she read this and get into trouble from her Momma, if she got her mouth soaped because of this, you will be getting the same, Jennifer Ann, is that clear?
And I have No doubt her little botty was quite sore, that was the intent. And So helpful for you to suggest the strap, especially when you didn't know all of what was going on or why exactly she was in trouble. That isn't being a very good big sister now, is it, Jennifer Ann?
So, helpful one, this is what I want you to do, and, dear? This is a Mom type 'suggestion', meaning, you Are to do that, understood!?
I want you to print out both the punishment I assigned sly,as well as your own helpful suggestions. And then give them to Nikki for safekeeping. When you next visit your Aunt, have her give them to her. You can feel what you wanted your sister to feel.
And as an added reminder, young lady, I want you to pick up, in case you don't already have one, a nice, Snug, pantygirdle to pull up after your little lesson. I'm sure you will be happy with the way it holds in the 'warmth' after.
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and back to sly,
sniffles...
blow, sweety...
Mommie?
Yes babygirl?
i did what you said, and Momma Dodie said she had a very nice time tonight, and i should thank you for her.
Please tell her she is Most welcome, sly.
and kiss for being a good girl.
Mommie? She did it way, way, wayyyyyyyyyy more than six sets of three!
Oh Really? Spank! sly Samantha! Spank!how naughty were you that you needed That much more spanking, little girl! Goodness! Spank!
did you fuss? did you squeal? did you cry and beg and wriggle and kick?
And some Other things too that were Really embarassing, Ma'am!
That you can share with me in private if you wish, instead of here or on your blog.
And i'm sitting here now, on a Very sore, Very red, very bare bottom updating you now like you instructed, Ma'am.
And I'm glad to hear that as well, nice when you listen. Are you on your punisment mat, young lady?
i'm sorry i didn't comment sooner, Mommie. i know you understand why. And thank you for helping me get back on track, Ma'am. kiss.
Most welcome, sweety, really. As for getting back on track, you are Required to go through and answer all my posts for the last week, even if it's just a short I like this or I don't like this sort of comment. Mommie does Most of these for you, and I want to know you have at least seen them, are we clear?
Now, before you start pouting any more than you already are, I want you to get your Loopy out and and go stand in your corner, bare bottom holding it, for FIVE minutes.
And while there, think what that same Five minutes will be like if Momma takes that Loopy to your fanny for that Full time, with your bottom nice and high and parted. Think of it as something to meditate on.
Now,I'm sure you don't want to really feel what that is like, so, I will be expecting in the Very near future to see those comments, sly, think of them as your 'updates'. Non negotiable.
i love You,Your babygirl
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sly again...
Mommie! I LOVE this story. And I have Lots to say about it, and I told you some of it privately, but i know Lauren and i still owe you an answer here...and we are still discussing what we'd like to do, Ma'am.
Love,sly
sly dear, that's okay, you've commented now, the rest can be private when you girls go upstairs and compare bottoms. And, I already Know what you two will choose when it comes to taking the spankings vs the grounding....
ps...winks at Jenny. I like how you think, sis! And so you know, after my trip over the couch tonight just like in the story, I certainly Don't want any panties pulled back up! So, it's bare bottom for me for the rest of the night...Mommie says so! Hugs!
tsk, shameless girl, running around the house like that...
Love to both of you,
Mommie
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I feel like a perverted uncle for eavesdropping on these conversations. But they are so enlightening as well as entertaining.
Sunday September 7, 2008 - 01:30pm (PDT) Remove Comment
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Dear Mommie,As to the first comment..::Beaming Smile:: Thank you, Mommie! kiss!Feelin' the love here, lololol. That was Funny, Mommie! And sadly, no, i didn't get a mouth soaping for cussing when i read this...it would have almost been worth it though to know Jenny would get her's soaped as well. But no, Mommie, i didn't get one. ::sticks tongue out at Jenny::And yes Ma'am, i fussed, squealed, wiggled and kicked a Lot! And in the middle of all the crying and begging, i let out an accidental giggle...coz my panties were dangling off one foot like a surrender flag, and i remembered you writing about that happening to you before and a giggle came out in the middle of it all.Thank you for letting me tell you the rest in private, Ma'am. kiss.No Mommie ::covers bottom:: i wasn't on my punishment mat. ::clinches bottom::We are Crystal Clear, Ma'am! And thank you, Mommie. For writing so much for me, and for taking time to set tasks for me and not letting me get away with anything. kiss. kiss. Thank you.Gosh, Mommie! BLUSH! ::hides my face under your arm:: BLUSH! yes Ma'am. Five minutes. Blush!Thank you, Mommie...about Lauren. kiss.Love,~sly
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Mommie? kiss.i did my corner time, Ma'am. Did it just like you said.kiss.Thank you, Ma'am.Love,~sly

School days, part 2, F/ff

I heard the girls as they came in the door, and called out a 'hi!' as I did so. Both sly and her friend Lauren were looking rather glum, and looking more at the floor, than at me, although I did get a "Hi Mom" and a "Hi Mrs. Johnson" from them.

Something was going on, no need to prolong this.

"Alright, girls, what's up?"

And, in stammering, red faced out of synch stereo, I found out how mean and unfair Ms. Park was, and how they had been spanked at school, again. I sighed.

"Oh, really, sly? Ms. Park is unfair, picks on you, spanks you for no reason?"

That got kind of a head nod in agreement.

I looked at the pink paddling slips the girls had given me, telling me what had been done, and why, and how many swats each had been given. I would of course, sign them, and they would return them the next schoolday.

And it wasn't like it hadn't probably crossed their little minds to try and hide them, and possibly forge my signature, but, with the new automated voice system, and the new automated email, they knew I was going to be finding out very soon, regardless.

"I see, so, sly, Lauren, Ms. Park was mean, and unfair,when you were caught talking, Again,young ladies!, during her class, and about that dumb Big Brother show no less! sly Samantha Johnson, I am So disappointed in you!"

And I let my baby know how disappointed I was, with a good, hard, crack to the seat of her shorts while she yelped, jumped, and blushed!

Lauren had big eyes, but since she was going to be staying with us for a few days, she wasn't going to get off scot free either.

"And Lauren! Just what would Your mother say, young lady?"

Spank!

She jumped and squeaked too, holding her bottom.

"sly, we've talked..."

as in I talked, and on occasion, spanked her bare little bottom till she couldn't sit...

"...before about you getting in trouble at school,and Especially getting in trouble over that show, haven't we, babygirl?"

That got me a whined "but Mommmmmm!", embarrassed at me calling her babygirl in front of her girlfriend.

I looked at her, and she hung her head, and I got a "Yes Ma'am."

"Well then, sly, I think that since you and Lauren can't seem to keep the show out of school, you don't need to watch it for a while. Say two weeks."

Two mouths dropped open, and such big eyes, oh my. That had hit them where they live.

"But, but Mommieeee, no, please?!"

Oh, now suddenly I'm Mommie again....

"Cause, like, it's on three times a week, and that would be six whole shows we would miss, and that's like everything!"

"I think, sly, that what you should be worrying about more than your show, is what you have coming right now, little girl, for acting up in school,and getting spanked. What happens when you get a spanking at school, sly?"

A choked out response, hard to say at the best of times, let alone when your friend is there.

"We, we always get it again at home, Ma'am...but, but Mommmm, Lauren's here!"

"So? That never stopped me before, has it? With Jen and Nikki and their friends? Or for that matter with you and Ellen when you two needed it,did it, sly. Answer me."

A very sniffly "n-no Ma'am."

I nodded.

"Now hush. Lauren, what happens at your home when you get spanked in school?"

Although I already knew, and she knew I did, making it hard for her to try to lie about it.

"Um, I get spanked, again, too..."

The look on sly's face was so cute, it was obvious that she didn't know that her little crush got spanked like she did at home.

"I know, and , you know your Mom said to treat you like one of my own. And, Lauren, that means getting what sly gets when she gets into trouble. I don't know how your Momma does it, hon, but I don't put these things off. When I spank you..."

...implying that this wasn't going to be the only time it happened...

"...I do it as soon as I can.So, girls, come over to me now."

sly was sniffling pretty good, more than usual, her friend was having an affect on her.

Starting with sly, I unfastened her shorts, and pulled them down to her ankles, and then her blue cotton hicut briefs. I moved over to Lauren, and unbuttoned, and unzipped her light tan slacks, and then skinned them down, and took her cream nylon bikini panties down as well, to her knees, like sly.

"Corner, girls, till I tell you to come out. sly, that one, Lauren, that one.Nose In the corner, no moving, No talking!"

They made the shamefaced walk, and stood there, and even though it had been earlier in the day, I could see the after affects of Ms. Park's paddle clearly on both bottoms, a nice dull sore looking pink, with the sit spots looking especially sore. Good job, Ms. Park.

I debated how I was going to spank them (not if...), and dismissed the idea of an over the lap spanking with either my brush, or my 'Mom's paddle', the plywood paddle from Cracker Barrel that one of the girls' had painted one time. And then had later joked that since it said Mom's paddle, that it was my bottom that should feel it. If they only knew...

But no, for this, a repeat offense, the larger paddle, similar to what the school used, was in order. I went and got it off the hook in the closet. It looked similar to many of the old tourist paddles that were sold when I was growing up, but so many are just flimsy little things now. This was made for spanking, plywood, and also had plenty of those awful little pencil sized holes in it, which made it especially wicked on a bare fanny. And like the one I got it with growing up, this had a message as well, ' Board of Education: For best results, apply Firmy and Frequently to her bottom!"

What better way to spank a lesson home, about behaving in school, then with a Board of Education?

I called the girls out of the corner.

"Lauren, you first. Over the back of the couch, bottom high, toes off the floor, please, now."

Her eyes were wet, she was sniffly,and moving in slow motion, but she did it.

I finished adjusting her hips and fanny just how I wanted her, told her she could expect this again in the future if she didn't straighten up, and then stepped back.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

I remembered what it was like when I was her age, getting spanked by a friends mother, how embarrassing it was, to have my bottom bared, for her to see everything, to have my friend see and hear it all, and then the worry, cause you knew you were getting a spanking, but,all moms do it differently. And, Lauren now found out that I didn't spank like her mom at all.

I had laid on all three licks fast, as a set, the first in the middle or plumpest part of her bottom, the next, slightly below it, so that half the paddle width overlapped with the first stroke, and then third, above the first, but again overlapping, by half a width.

And then I paused, waiting for that heat and burn to build up, and I scolded her as I waited, and she was softly crying now, from a combination of everything, and squealing and promising to be good if I would only stop and her feet were doing a cute little flutter kick.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

Another set, this time, all three one part lower then the first set had come.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

And lower still, centered on her sit spot.

Loud crying, now, frantic promises, frantic squirming. I scolded, ignored her,and spanked.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

Working my way back up her fanny.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

Whether the girls believe it or not, I don't from what I've seen, paddle as hard as they do at school, where they are limited by having to paddle over her clothes, and in how many licks they can give out. I prefer longer lessons, and the added bit of shame that comes in having their panties taken down like a little girl. I think these longer lessons really give the naughty one time to think, and realize she isn't in control, and that she had better start behaving better.

"Alright, Lauren honey, all done now, and you can lay there if you want."

She didn't answer, but I knew she had heard, and she just hung there over the back of the couch, her cheeks clenching on their own, as if I was still spanking her, then flaring wide, as if they didn't want to come in contact with each other.

I noticed sly had noticed that as well.

"sly! Your turn, over the couch, a bit farther way from Lauren, there."

I moved her hips higher as well, and even though she should have been listening to the scolding Igave Lauren, I repeated it, for both girls sakes.

sly was already crying, not sniffling, crying, something she didn't usually do prespanking,and I knew it was because she was going second, and going last always sucks, and breaks down your bravery, and because she was getting a spanking from her Mommie in front of her new crush.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

Exactly like I had done with Lauren,and such squealing!

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

That set, like before, lower and overlapping a bit, sly squirming franticaly, telling me she won't ever talk in class again, that she will be good, that she will listen..

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

sobbing...

and then I worked my way back up that cute little fanny that seemed to spend so much time bared and over my lap.

CRACK CRACK CRACK

CRACK CRACK CRACK

Scolding, pausing between sets, letting it all sink in. And then it was done.

"Okay, babygirl, all done, now, both of you, up, and back in the corner...."

I helped them up, it's hard to stand sometimes, after, and your bottom is So sore nad stiff and you don't want to move cause it will make your bottom hurt. sly's shorts and panties had fallen to her ankles, Laurens to below her knees.

I decided to be nice,and put them side by side, in the same corner.

It was cute how they held hands for comfort.

"Girls, I hope you learned something."

That was greeted by Very sincere ..." (it's amazing how sincere you get after your bottom has been flamed!) 'yes Ma'am!'s from them..

"And, I was thinking about your show. While you say you will be good, now, I Know how girls are. So, here is your choice. Either the two weeks grounding, or, since your show is on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays, you will be spanked, before school, the morning after each show. Maybe That will remind you not to talk about it in class. And you don't have to give me your answer right now, you can tell me before school tomorrow. "

Cute how they looked at each other with their wet eyes.

"And, ladies, you will Each write a nice handwritten, apology to Ms.Park for interrupting her class, understood?"

Head nods that they did.

"Good. Now, upstairs with the both of you. And, girls, if we have to have this talk again, you will be getting a taste of the switch, or strap,AFTER your paddling, is THAT clear?!"

love,
Angie
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Gerta P
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Very lovely story!
Friday August 29, 2008 - 06:25am (PDT) Remove Comment

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Poor little Sly..she must have a sore botty! I think her spanking needs to be finished of with a good taste of the strap...a dozen right across her bare underbottom as she dangles over the couch with toes way off the ground! That would make her howl and pulling up panties afterwards would be very salutary!Love you both, Jenny XXXXXXXXXXXX
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Mommie! I LOVE this story. And I have Lots to say about it, and I told you some of it privately, but i know Lauren and i still owe you an answer here...and we are still discussing what we'd like to do, Ma'am.Love,slyps...winks at Jenny. I like how you think, sis! And so you know, after my trip over the couch tonight just like in the story, I certainly Don't want any panties pulled back up! So, it's bare bottom for me for the rest of the night...Mommie says so! Hugs!
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OK Sis...you took your spanking like a trooper so I guess its only right that you can spend the evening without any panties...but no cartwheels please! Momy hs told me off for being mean to you so I guess I'm going barebottomed over the couch for a good paddling followed by 12 of the very best acros my underbottom. I've got a pir of tight lycra full panties called "underpants for under pants" which Mommy says I have to wear after my strapping. OUCHEE...they are sooo tight and keep the heat for ages. Ooooh...I'm going to be feeling the after effects of the paddling and strapping for HOURS.Boohoo!Kisses, Jenny
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School Days, F/ff

"Lauren, sly, please stand up!"

I gulped, turned from where I thought I had been secretly chatting with Lauren, and stood up, my palms sweaty. I noticed that Lauren did the same and she looked a bit pale and flushed at the same time.

"Girls, care to share with the class what you were taking about?"

My first thought, which I did not voice, not having a death wish, was that no, I really didn't want to share anything with the class.

"I'm waiting, ladies. If it was important enough to talk while I was lecturing, it's obviously important enough that the rest of the class should hear as well."

Now my face was red, I could feel how hot it was, and I could see how many of the other girls were smiling, happy it was us and not them in trouble. And, it did make for them, a nice diversion from the lesson.

"Um," I started, "we were just talking over the results from last nights Big Brother show?"

Okay, so it just came out like a question, I don't know why.

Ms. Park wasn't amused.

"Oh, really."

Dang.

"My desk, girls, now."

I looked at Lauren, we both had big eyes now, having made this trip before. She did look cute though as she bit her lip. And we both moved forward, making the walk of doom.

"This isn't the first time, is it sly, is it Lauren, that I've warned you about talking in class."

And it was a statement, not a question.

"No Ms. Park." was her mumbled answer.

"And it isn't even the first time I've had to do more than just warn you, is it, girls."

Again, a flat statement. And she didn't sound very happy with us right now. And she looked kinda scary too. Korean-American, she was tall, athletic, and not to be fooled with.

"N-no Ma'am." Oh well, at least Lauren's voice had cracked too, at the thought of our last time up here, and what that meant for us now.

"And what did I tell you was going to happen every time, from now on, that you two disrupted my class by chattering away?"

"T-that we were going to get, paddled, Ma'am?" Okay, that was just me, Lauren was looking at the floor.

"Exactly. Lauren, stand by the window please. sly, over the desk, you should know how I want you by now."

My red face got way hotter, as she said that. Some of the other girls were smirking, some looked fascinated, some looked sympathetic. I went to the side of her desk, and leaned well over it, chest flat, face on hands, face turned towards the class, and waited.

Ms. Park had while I was doing this, went to the corner by the door, and retrieved the paddle hanging there, and I noticed a Lot of my classmates squirming, and sitting up straighter, most of us had felt that paddle at least once.

It wasn't huge, as these things go, maybe four inches wide, the paddle part itself a bit over a foot, and then the tapered handle, and maybe a bit over a quarter inch thick. I don't know what it was made of, but it hurt like you wouldn't believe, even over clothes. And, unlike some teachers, there wasn't any cutesy little saying on it.

She walked behind me, tapped the seat of my khaki cargo shorts twice, as she asked if I had anything in my back pockets, and when I said no, the paddle lifted and just that fast, it came back down hard, and fast and whistling, CRACK!

I Know my eyes went Wide open with that, my mouth too, though I didn't really make a sound.
That first lick is always such a surprise, at how much it really hurts. I really didn't care that my classmates were watching now, I had other things to worry about!

Tap, tap tap....she always waits, about twenty to thirty seconds, between swats and just when it seems the burn has got as bad as it's going to get, CRACK!

"Oh! oh oh oh!"

Okay, so I guess I still Am worried about my classmates, because I'm misty eyed at the thought of sounding like a little girl from just a couple of swats, but it Really really hurts! Even through my shorts, and cotton panties, it hurts!

Tap tap tap, oh no!

CRACK!

"Oh, oh please, Ma'am..."

Ma'am just seems to come out at such times....

Tap tap tap...

"I told you the last time, sly, that if I paddled you for this again, it would be more, didn't I."
Again, the statement, not a question.

CRACK!

"Oh! Ow P-pleassseeee...."

Tap tap tap...

Oh god no! The heat Builds with a paddling like this, like you wouldn't believe! My bottom was so hot, burning, and it Hurt!

"I know your show is on three times a week, and if I have to spank you after each episode, I will, is that clear? You can talk about it at home, before school, during breaks, at lunch, after school, but Not during my class!"

CRACK!

"Is THAT understood, sly?"

"Oh Oh Yes Ms. Park, yes!"

"Good, get up, trade places with Lauren. And No rubbing, young lady."

And at that, my hands Lept away from my fanny.

I tried not to fidget to much, as I watched as Lauren draped herself over the desk, already teary from having to watch and hear my paddling, always way worse going second.

I felt sorry for her, her pants were thinner than my shorts, and I could see the outline of a little bikini panty through them as her bottom plumped them out while she was bent over.

There was the tap tap tap, then, CRACK!

and a Loud squeal from her. That often happened,when a girl went second, though.

And she got a lecuture as well. Pretty much the same thing I had heard.

CRACK!

Her hands were in fists now, eyes Wide at the swat, then closed tight, a soft whimper was all I heard.

Then that tap tap tap, and I saw Lauren's plump little bottom jiggle a bit with each tap, then CRACK!

"Oh oh Please Ms. Park, Please!? It Hurts!"

"It's supposed to , Lauren, if you don't want your bottom to hurt, don't misbehave in school."

Tap tap tap...CRACK!

I saw her bottom tighten, almost quiver, before that swat, and she squealed, and stood up, holding her bottom protectively with both hands, dancing in place.

"Lauren! Hands off your bottom,now, and bend back over until I tell you to rise, unless you want extras, young lady!"

Still dancing, her hands sorta left her bottom, and she tried to bend.

"P-please, Ms. Park, please, it hurts!"

"Lauren! Over the desk, now. You are 17, and I expect you not to carry on like a little girl, is that understood? One, two... "

With a sob, she bent back over, bottom presented again, though wiggling slightly,and I sorta squirmed at that myself. Feeling sorry for her, of course.


Tap tap tap...CRACK!

and again she lept up! Geez Lauren....

"Lauren! I did not tell you to get up! Back over the desk, now!" and this time she helped her with a firm hand in her back, bending her over as Lauren cried.

"Hold still. "

and then No tap tap tap, just CRACK! and it sounded Louder then the others had, and she really really squealed that time, tears coming down her face, but while her hands went back, they stayed off her bottom, and I swear, you could See the imprint of the paddle on the seat of her pants! and she stayed down, as well, until told she could stand.

Ms. Park looked at us, then nodded. "Okay, girls, back to your seats. We've wasted enough class time."

As we stiffly walked back to our Hard chairs, she also added that we would of course, have a note to take home to our mothers....

love,
Angie

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GASPS! Oh,THANK You, Mommie! Thank YOU!...********************************************************************************~The bell rings, the doors open and the kids pour out onto the walk as we all make our way home. Some walking a little more comfortably than others. Blush!I run to catch up with Lauren, and she's Still more than a bit embarrassed about our classroom performance this afternoon. I feel sorry for her. She got it Much worse than I did, and it was all my fault, really. That Ms. Park has Always had it in for us! Mean Thing! It's not like she was teaching anything that anybody wanted to listen to Anyway. I mean, Everyone else was whispering or passing notes too! Why she had to call out Lauren and me...I don't even know what to say to Lauren. I apologize to her for getting her into trouble...but now, I have to break the news to her, since she's staying with us for a few days while her parents are out of town, what the rule is in our house about getting in trouble at school...More specifically, what happens in our house if we get paddled in school...I'm sure Mom will take it easy on her...Right! What was I thinking! I remember Mom talking things over with Lauren's parents and then Lauren agreeing to be subject to All house rules & punishments while she's with us. But poor Lauren probably didn't even Hear what she was agreeing to, coz I was making googly eyes at her and showing off behind their backs when she should have been listening. OMG! Lauren's going to Kill me!And worse yet, I KNOW Mom will...O M G! She's gonna make me stand there with my shorts and panties down around my ankles with my Bare Bottom on display!! And she's gonna let Lauren watch, I just Know it! She used to do that All the time with Jennifer and Nikki when they were in high school. I am Going to just Die!! And knowing Mom, once she finds out What we were talking about, I'm sure she'll have some wicked little punishment to go along with Tonight's Big Brother Show...Sorry Lauren!!!~*********************************************************************************Thank You, Mommy! I LOVE You!~Sly

Daughters part 2, F/ff, domestic

Entry for July 15, 2008 Daughters part 2, F/ff

I've been meaning to finish this for a long time now, you can see the first part posted back on Jan 15.
And, for those that are new to my family stories, Jen is 16, as is her girlfriend Nikki, and when I say her girlfriend, I mean as in her 'lets trade hickey's 'girlfriend; Julie is 14, and my babygirl sly is 10.
Also, all shirts, panties, styles, etc, are from real life experiences...
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(where we left off at part one...)
Apparently my face Did reflect what I was thinking, since when the girls saw me, the friends who had been by them parted like the Red Sea, and my two (hey, she lives there so much, I think of Nikki as mine too) trying futily to cover up their shirts with their arms, as Jenny said "M-Mommy! Uh, what are you doing here?!" The fact that Jenny actually called me Mommy in public was an indication that at least subconciously, if not conciously, she Knew just how much trouble her little fanny was in! And from the way her partner in crime had one arm in front of her shirt, and her other hand over her rump, meant she had a Very good idea of what I was thinking.
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'Mommy' was not in a good mood when I saw the girls, something that they must have picked up from my expression.

"I just had a couple of things to do, was passing by, and happened to see you and Nikki over here and decided to come and ask you if you were coming home for supper, or just what was going on. And imagine my surprise, when I saw what you had on, Jennifer Ann Johnson! And that goes for you two, Nicola Anne ...."

I was cut off by wails from my daughter and Nikki, delivered in stereo.

"B-but, but Mommyyyy!"

"B-but, but Aunttieeeeee!" (over here, pretty much any woman who cares for others is often called Auntie, and since Nikki slept and ate at our house at least as much as she did her own, I'd been her ' Auntie' a long time now.)

"Don't you 'but Mommy!' and 'but Auntie' Me young ladies! The only 'butts' you should be concerned about are your own, and how long you will still be able to sit on them!"

That produced two Very red faces, from my two miscreants, as well as the sort of 'Oooooo's! you get from a pack of girls when one of their own is in trouble, and they think themselves safe. I glared at them as well, and that nonsense stopped, I knew them all, knew their mom's, and now they were all wondering about what They had on, and if in my present mood I was going to call and tell on them.

"Time to go, you two, with me, Now!"

And when they hesitated like deer caught in the headlights, I helped them along with a "Don't Make me tell you again!"

That broke the spell, and both turned slightly to pick up their backpacks as well as the bags from their latest shopping excursion.

Of course, the turning and bending also showed me their backsides, and while they both have cute little bottoms, they were also showing off Far more of them then was proper!

Nikki had on lowriders, and they were living up to their name. Jennifer, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of jeans I recognized from the laundry, but, had taken off the belt that was needed to keep them up, thereby turning them into impromptu lowriders, and the amount of cheek she was showing off!

Lowriders, even of the impromptu kind, ride even lower when a girl sits or bends, so, as my already in trouble brat was bending over, what she was showing to me, and the world at large, was first bare cheek, not low back, but bottom, Then her little thong panties, more cheek, and then Finally her jeans!

I started to count to ten..., and noticed that Nikki wasn't any more modest, also showing off a generous portion of bottom and panty.

So I counted to ten again.

Ready to go, they stood quietly, meek with those two is probably really stretching it, waiting, apparently thinking they were going to follow me.

"If you have all your things lets go, but we have a couple of stops to make first, miss Jennifer Ann and miss Nicola Anne! Spencers first, get going!"

Possibly the last was a bit sharper then I thought, as they both squeaked, jumped, yes Ma'am'd me and took off ahead of me.

Which did even less to help out my mood!

Because besides the shirts they were wearing, besides the jeans showing off their bottoms and panties, I could now from my position behind them see what was On their panties!

For those of you who aren't familiar with this style, while many girls and women wear thongs and g strings in order to minimize their visible panty lines, and then there were the ones like the girls had on, which were Meant to be seen as the peeked or in their case, rode Well above their jeans.

And, of the latter type, some, like what the girls had on, had little sayings or decorations on their waist band...

Nikki's thong said 'Lick Me!', and her dead girl walking partner in crime, Jenny's said 'Sink the Pink!'

The girls weren't sure why we were all going to Spencers, but had probably correctly assumed that it wasn't for anything they were going to like. In my present mood, I wasn't going to put up with any dawdling,and so walking between them, I took them by their wrists, very much Mommy and little girl style, and drug them along after me.

I stifled their token protests of "Mommmm!" and "Aunnttieee!" with a stern "Hush right now if you now what is good for you!" and then we were at Spencers and went in.

Because I knew that this is where they had gotten their shirts.

I took the girls to the counter, and told the girl behind it that my girls would like to return their shirts, since I found them inappropriate for girls their age.

The salegirl appeared distressed by this request, and rapidly called for her manager, and I told her what was going to happen.

She told me that without a reciept, she couldn't take them as returns, but could exchange them.
And then I saw what would be perfect. I told her that would be fine, and picked out something appropriate for the occasion.

And then sent them with a spank to their bottoms to get changed, and back, and I was counting...

Despite their sniffling, they both made it back by before I got to twenty.

I took their old shirts, gave them to the manager, and arranged my now Most unhappy girls side by side, and nodded.

Each girl's shirt said the same thing-

I'm with Stupid!

but what made them perfect is that each had an arrow pointing in opposit directions, meaning at each other!

Heads down, I told them that we weren't quite done with our shopping, we needed to go to Penny's next. They squirmed and groaned, that was on the far side of the mall, but out we went, and I walked behind them, to encourage them, occasionaly with a swat on the bottom when they slowed too much. They did seem to get a lot of attention, though not what they had been hoping for.

Once in Penny's, I took the brats back to the girls underwear section. I told them to be quiet and to stand still, and I picked something out for each of them, took the panties to the salesgirl, told her that I was paying for these now, but that the girls would be wearing them home.

Jenni and Nikki's mouths were on the floor when they heard that, and were starting to fuss when I first took Nikki by the wrist, turned, and spanked her bottom several times, hard, and then repeated the same thing with Jenny.

The rebellion squashed, I took the girls to the changing rooms, and told them to get changed, and get their bottoms back out and not to mess around, if they knew what was good for them.

So much for the rebellion being squashed!

Instantly I was besieged with 'you Can't be serious!' and 'No Way!' and 'it's too embarrassing' and 'I won't!' and 'You can't make me!'

Oh really. Apparently they had realized that they had pushed it too far, especially with the last comment, as I didn't even have to say anything, they shut up all by themselves. To late of course, as it always is in such cases.

Now, what I heard was 'Mom (0r Auntie), we're Soooo sorry! We didn't mean it! We'll be quiet, really! We'll be good!'

I didn't say anything, but simply grabbed an ear in each hand, and walked them into a changing room, put Jen's nose in the corner, yanked Nikki's already almost down jeans All the way down, and then her panties as well, sat on the bench and pulled her across my lap, getting the brush out of my purse; with three daughters and their friends, I always had a brush handy, and it was useful for far more then taming hair!

Nikki's promises of only moments ago to be quiet were soon forgotten, as the loud spanks of wood on bare bottom echoed in the little open topped and bottomed changing room, accompanied by her own pleas for mercy, and promises of eternal goodness.

It wasn't a long spanking, but it was good, hard attention getting one, and then her nose was in the corner with a warning not to rub her fanny or wipe her eyes, and my brat was taking her place over my lap.

Jennifer wasn't any quieter or more grown up about her spankingthan Nikki had been.
I stood her up, had them both turn and face me, asked if I was going to have any more problems or backtalk, and I was quickly and rapidly told that I wouldn't.

To make sure there weren't, I waited while they changed into the new panties I had bought them, and took possesion of the thongs.

There were plenty of tears from the spanking, from pulling panties up over fresh spanked bottoms, followed by their jeans, although in all honesty those jeans really didn't cover that much. But, because they didn't, they did show off nicely the new panties I had got them, and that seemed to cause more tears as well.

Because I had gotten their panties from the girls section, not from the young women's section.
Jennifer had on a darling pair of green and white Sesame Street cotton briefs, with the extra wide and shiny green waist elastic, and Nikki had on the cutest pair of yellow cotton briefs with the Care Bears on them...

For some reason, the girls seemed less thrilled now about walking around the mall in their new shirts, and in their low rider jeans with panties that actually covered their bottoms even if their pants didn't...

I again positioned them so that the arrows were facing the right way, and then led them back out across the mall to my car, it was time to go home, and get to the bottom of this little clothing problem.


love,
Angie


Redd B
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I was wondering what happened to those young ladies. What happened when you got them home?
Tuesday July 15, 2008 - 09:59pm (PDT) Remove Comment

train…
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great story you should join the yahoo group spankfiction and submit some of your stories they are great!!
Wednesday July 16, 2008 - 08:32am (EDT) Remove Comment
[dele…
Mommie! I am NOT fiction!!::runs off cryingggg::
Wednesday July 16, 2008 - 07:34am (PDT) Remove Comment
Brett B
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I bet when Jen and Nikki went to the mall dressed like that, they never thought they'd be getting in such trouble. Two very embarrassed young ladies for sure. Great writing, Angie. Hope there's a part 3.
Wednesday July 16, 2008 - 01:37pm (MDT) Remove Comment

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Hi Mom Angie,I'm so happy you decided to complete this post, I immediately felt at "home" with you and your girls again. As alwaya, it's such a pleasure since you write so well.Hope I'm still considered to be a good babysitter if you need one again some timeHugs,to you and all the girls Morgan
Thursday July 17, 2008 - 06:38pm (PDT) Remove Comment

Jenny W
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Dear Mommy, sister Sly and Miss Morgan...don't know how I missed this post until today...I obviously haven't been paying enough attention to Mommy's blog!Oooh...being publicly humiliated in the mall...now that really is an exciting thought even though I'm sure I would die of embarrassment being paraded around with my little girl panties on display. I'm sure the brisk hairbrush spanking you applied to our bare bottoms would be nothing compared to the spanking we are going to get when you get us home...ouchee!! In view of the fact that we had displayed our bare bottoms and skimpy litle panties to everyone who cared to look, perhaps our spanking should also be public and it would be a salutary lesson to Sly and Julie for them to witness our bared bottoms being spanked, paddled and strapped till we couldn't sit down for a week. I think you should also take up Morgan's offer to babysit us again so she should also be present to see our naughty little bottoms turned bright red. I've still got a crush on Miss Morgan and well remember how soundly she tanned my deserving backside the last time she sat me...guess its time to go back over her knee though this time Nikki should get her rump roasted as well. Oooo...just had an image of Mommy and Morgan taking Nikki and I across their knees and spanking us in unison. Wonder which one of us would start howling and crying first? I suppose it depends on which of you spanks the hardest...hmmmm...I wonder who that would be?Love you all, Jenny (and Nkki)XXXXXX
Wednesday July 30, 2008 - 09:04am (NZST) Remove Comment
Brian…
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Great story!! Felt kind of bad for the girls getting spanked in the middle of the store like that, but can't say that I wouldn't have loved to be one of the saleswomen or even just an innocent passerby... :)
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