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

I'm tired F/F

Entry for November 21, 2008 I'm tired.... F/F dd

"sly, I'm tired of your mouth, your constant backtalk, your sass, and your attitude in general, young lady!"

It goes to show how far things were gone, that my statement, only got the equivelant of a teenage smirk and defiant look.

"And that is Exactly what I'm talking about! I've had it with you, sly! You have been acting like a spoiled, snotty little brat for several days now, and I Warned you! Do Not roll your eyes, and huff at me young lady!"

And that really Was the last straw. I reached out, grabbed her wrist, Hard, and Walked over to the kitchen island, and grabbed the large decorated wooden spatula from the decorated tin, that I had bought from Rosy Bottoms site, and took it, and her, back to the spanking chair in the front room.

Of course, this was accompanied by her protests of how I Couldn't do this to her, I had No right, she was an adult after all (despite any evidence of maturity), an, an, an she Really hadn't meant it, she was sorry, it wouldn't happen again, an, really, I didn't have to spank her, this time, and, besides, I couldn't! It wasn't fair! I was being mean,I was...

I was sitting down, and then I Yanked down her sweat pants, they may be comfy for her, but are So convenient for me.

That got a big squeal, and and a bigger one as her simple blue cotton panties followed, to her knees.

I twisted her wrist a bit, and yanked,Hard, and over my lap she went.

More squealing, sometimes I think all she does is either sass or squeal.

Crack!

"Ahhhhh! Annngieeee!!!!"

CRACK!

"OWWWWW! Please, Angie?!"

CRACK CRACK CRACK!!!!!!

The last three were left, right, center, and seemed to have gotten her attention.

So I repeated them.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

"Nooo no no noooo! Pleasseeeee! Sorrrry! It hurts!"

And again.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

"Ahhhh!!! Please not there please honey not There, please?! I was wrong, you can spank me, I'll let you..."

Let me, hmm. Oh really.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!!!!!!!!!!

"AGHHHH!!!!! Honey Angie!" sob! "I didn' mean let, I, I mean, I mean I woudn't fight you! I'll obey you, and please not my sit spots Ma'am, please, Ma'am? Oh pleasseee?!"

I patted the now warm wood, across the area it had just visited. Not the plumper part of her fanny where I had started, but her sit spots, right at each thigh bottom crease, as well as the divide at the same level. She didn't seem to appreciate my efforts though.

"Well, weren't You the one begging me to spank someplace else?"

"B-but, well yes Ma'am, but I didn't mean there honest!"

I moved the brush back up to bottom proper, and started spanking again, letting the nice, heavy, Koa wood brush dance over her bottom repeatedly.

"And amazing how that sass, and attitude is disappearing, isn't it young lady, and how now I"m Dear, and Angie Honey and Ma'am, isn't it sly?"

I Kept spanking the whole time, keeping lit what was already on fire, and bringing that burn ever higher.

People that have never Really gotten a Good hard spanking, with an implement like a brush, have no idea how much each lick Burns, and how that burn, as other spanks land on it, grows, and grows and grows.

I grabbed her right arm and pinned it to her side when sly tried to protect her bottom. And of course, gave her some extras to her thighs, for her troubles.

I spanked,hard, fast, and steady, for a good five minutes.

You hear stories of half hour spankings, but trust me, five Solid minutes with a brush, and you have their undivided attention.

sly's sweats and panties were now bunched around her ankles, as she had tried her hand at over the lap swimming.

Cute though, and quite the show for me, which I would remind her of later.

Of how even though trapped, her thighs had spread, and I had quite the look at her pretty pussy, and when her bottom cheeks flared wide, after tightly clenching I got a good view of her shy little pucker,as well, and thought of how I was going to be playing there, with the strapon, later as well.

I didn't touch or play, other than to rub my hand lightly, over her red hot, swollen bottom.
I let her cry for a bit, and then made her stand up, and helped her to the corner, hands off her bottom no rubbing, or Else!

I let sly cry there, for about 20 minutes, maybe thirty.

And, then it was time to finish this off.

"Alright, young lady, turn around now, please. Excuse me, miss, I didn't say pull your panties up! You leave them where they are, and go get the Belt off the hook, right now,and get your little red fanny right back here, understand!? And so help me, you touch that bottom and we are going to start All over again! Scoot!"

sly scooted, crying on her way to the wall, where the belt lived, day to day, as a reminder, and sobbed as she came back.

I took her ear, and led her no longer protesting, but begging for mercy, and trying to bargain and plead and promise.

At the couch, it was simple.

"Over, young lady. Now."

"Y-yes Ma'am!"

And over she went.

I laid on the licks, slow, and hard, working from the top of the spankable portion of her cheeks, and going down, lick by lick, as her toes came off the floor, each stroke overlapping the last, by just a bit.

And I went down to mid thigh, and I let the end of the belt wrap the tiniest bit across her hips as well, so she could get the full experience.

and then I paused, and walked over to her right side, and when she realized what I was doing, her sobbing increased even more, for I gave her a duplicate set, Top of her bottom to mid thigh, but back handed this time,so that the tip would land equally.

And now we were done, and it was time to sit her on my lap, and let her be my good girl again.

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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GASPS!
Monday October 27, 2008 - 08:11pm (PDT) Remove Comment

Mommy and me, part 1, F/F

Entry for October 14, 2008 Mommy and me part 1, F/F
Okay, this is about Sly, as my Mommy, and me, as her wife, but undergoing some age regression discipline as her 'daughter'. I talked more about this dynamic in an earlier post about 'my family'.
Oh, and sorry, no spanking in this part, just background, so all those that only read the spanking parts, you don't need to go further.
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I opened up the email when I saw it was from her.
And then the butterflys started, when I read it. And not the good kind, either.
It was a rather simple and short message, but it meant a Lot to me.

It said:

Young lady.
You are to go straight home, and up to your room. Get ready for me, I'll be up to deal with you when I'm ready.
Love,
Mommy

Breaking it down though, this is what I got out of it.

First, the 'young lady' didn't mean anything in and of itself. I got called that as her wife, or daughter.

The 'Mommy' Was important. Not Daddie, which meant she was addressing me only as her wife.
Not Mommie, which, in our relationship meant that I was for all practical purposes, her 14 year old daughter in All ways.

And then there was Mommy. Mommy was still my Head of House, and I her wife, but it grew more complicated after that. Sly as Mommy was much more maternal then Daddie, of course. But with Mommy, my role was different, or could be. I could still be simply Sly's wife, but, I could also find myself as a wife who was being treated as naughty girl.

The key right now, was in the ' your room...'. Not 'our' room, but 'your' room. Which really meant 'my' room.

The old guest bedroom, which she had had converted into an authentic teen girl's room. Twin bed, dresser, and, clothes for a girl as well. I wasn't always sure just How young those clothes were going to be, when I opened up those dresser drawers, that in part depended on her mood, which depended on large part on my recent behavior. The more childish I had been acting, well. Well, you get the idea.

The 'straight home' part wasn't to be taken literally,as I wasn't expected to simply leave work, but she meant as soon as I was done with work, I was to get my fanny home, and Right home, no stops, no chatting, no shopping, home!

The 'up to your room' part, one more time, besides telling me Very clearly whom my Mommy was addressing, WAS more properly read as 'straight up to your room!' and right now, and I mean it, or else!

The 'up to deal with you when I'm ready...' meant just that. (surprising, I know...)

The first part of that sentence, 'get ready for me' was a bit more complicated. A good bit would depend on what I did, or did not find laid out when I got to my room. Unspoken, but implicit, was that once my fanny was in the room, it had better stay there, waiting until Mommy decided to show up, or else!

And worst of all, was what wasn't in Mommy's note to me. No indication if this was a game, or if I was in real trouble, and if so, how bad it was. And, like naughty daughters and wives all over the world in time past as well as now, I rapidly reviewed my recent behavior, looking for anything I might have done, that she had somehow found out about. Not coming up with anything wasn't comforting either, as that often meant I had found out a new and novel way to mess up that I wasn't even aware of yet, prespanking.

So with such comforting thoughts, I finished up the rest of my workday, and headed home.

Straight home.

I saw her car parked there, and I went in.

"Mommyyyy, I'm hommmme Ma'am!"

It wasn't quite yelling, but 'up to my room' meant Up to my room, no searching for her. I got no answer,and went upstairs, and down the hall, the other end from Mommy's bedroom.

"Mommy, are you up here? I'm home...." which, as teen as it sounded, how I felt, was kinda dumb when you thought about it, of Course I was home, where else would I be if she could hear me?

Going into my room, I shut the door, quietly, ladylike, not a Hint of slamming or bad temper or pouting!

And the first place I looked was the bed, to see if Mommy had laid anything out for me. She hadn't, which I wasn't sure was a good, or bad thing. When Mommy laid things out, I at least had a pretty good idea as what was going to happen, even if I might not like the answer. Nothing laid out, meant, well no hints and being left to wonder and worry. Also, no hairbrush, paddle, or strap, laid out on the pillow for me. THAT was a good thing!

I stripped off my nice, soft, cream linen slacks, and saphire silk blouse. I left my undies on, because if Mommy came in, before I had finished changing, but she saw I had started at least, to undress, she would know I was obeying her.

Dang (not damn, but dang. Damn was something Daddie's wife, or Mommy's wife, Might get by with, but NOT something Mommy's daughter would get by with, oh no! The other D word would Ensure a mouthsoaping and spanking for bad language. And, the farther I went into my daughter mindspace, where I had been most of the day already, the more such little substitutions happened.), what to wear!

I peeked in my closet, and then my dresser and the good news was that there had been no whole sale change over of my wardrobe to a much younger age, thank goodness!

Although my heart skipped a beat, when I peeked into my panty drawer, and saw the hated panty paddle there, where it lived. Stupid thing.

Well, enough dithering around, Mommy might be up any minute!

I picked out a cute little pair of panties, white cotton bikinis, not string bikinis, but nice proper ones, suitable for a 14 year old, with little pink hearts and pink elastic at the waist and legs. And, a matching training bra, blush.

I shimmied out of my of my nice silk undies and tossed them onto my clothes on the floor. I picked out a nice simple mid thigh skirt, light blue, and found a cute, well, I thought it was cute, Mommy just sighed and rolled her eyes, but she never said I couldn't wear it, little tshirt.

My Emily the Strange t-shirt, http://www.emilystrange.com/Shop/Clothing/Tees_Tanks/Ball_Of_Strange_Cap_Slee..., and I was set!

I debated for a second about knee socks, which I detest with a Passion, but she hadn't said anything, so, I didn't put any on.

Although, now I suddenly realized I had two new problems! Dang! In my nerves about Mommy's note, I had come straight home, and had neglected to use the restroom before I left.

And, unlike the master bedroom, there was no bathroom conviently attached to my room. Dang it! Because, 'get ready' meant once I entered my room, I was to stay there till released. Or else. As I had found out the hard way a couple of times.

Problem two was something else, what to do with the clothes I had taken off. As Mommy didn't allow me wear, or even have grown up like clothes like that in my bedroom and a quick panicked look showed my hamper wasn't even in my room! Dang dang dang! I had left the stupid thing downstairs the last time I had done laundry, and had forgotten to bring it back up! And she wasn't going to be happy, or accept that I had just left them on the floor, either!

Dang!

My other option, earlier, which I had thought of when I thought I still had a hamper to put them in, and so had not chose it, was to strip in the hall, and toss them in the laundry before I even went up stairs. However, I had dismissed that almost at once, as I my bottom still tingled at the memory I'd gotten, and the lecture about how young ladies do NOT wander around the house in the nude! (although I showed a bit of wisdom, for once, and left my mental question, mental, and unspoken, about why if it was a spankable offense for her daughter to be running from the laundry room upstairs to get changed, why it was okay to have my bare fanny stuck in the living room corner....).

So, having no better choice, I neatly bundled up the my 'other' clothes, and slid them out the door, into the hall. There, I hadn't left my room! True, Mommy wasn't going to be happy with my clothes in the hall, but it was an effort on my part to try to obey. Maybe that would help. Sometimes it did, sometimes it was too little, too late.

But as nerves got to me, so did my need to pee. Especially,and mostly due to the fact that I knew I couldn't!

So, I opened my door again, poked my head out (poking your head out really isn't leaving your room, ya know...), and called out, very politely.

"Mommmmy? Um, may I have permission to use the bathroom, Pleeasse?"

And no answer.

Crud.

I went to my window, and looked out,and saw Mommy working in the backyard, in the garden. Double crud. Mommy Loved her garden, she could be out there a while.

So, I turned on my music, she hadn't said I couldn't, and grabbed a book, Harry Potter was to serious right now, so I grabbed one of Aspirin's Myth books, and laid down to read, my legs in the air,swinging slowly with the music.

Love,
Angie

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Delightful beginning! Very cute. Very sweet. Precious...Can't wait to read more.Love,Mommy
Thursday October 16, 2008 - 09:10am (PDT) Remove Comment
Brett B
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My favorite part of a story is the background, setting up characters and situations. All your little details are very original (at least to me) and I enjoyed this a lot. Full of personality. I think a certain young lady could be in some real trouble. Excellent writing! Thanks, Angie.
Friday October 17, 2008 - 04:26pm (MDT) Remove Comment

answering comments for 'about my family' blog...

Entry for October 07, 2008 Answering recent blog comments...

hey all,
going to try to answer some of the many comments left on the recent 'about my family' blog I did, and see if it appears this time.

Jenny W
OMG.....now it is all clear...but soooo confusing!!!My strict Mommy and baby sister sly have traded places...WOW!So does that mean I can be cheeky to Mommy with impunity? Oooh, errr..I've threatening to spank sly recently but now am I in danger of being spanked myself by Sly? Even better, am I now in danager of being spanked by you both?Oooh, my head is spinning..too much to take in!!Life is never boring around you two!!Love and kisses to you both. Your daughter, sister and brat, Jenny XXXXXXXXXXXX
Dear Jen,
yes, at times, we do switch places. Actually, she is in charge most of the time. Never in our little 'story' family though, there she is always sly, and I am Mommie.
And, Jenny dear, try being cheeky, and see if you are safe or not, okay?As for you spanking sly, go ahead, if the little brat has earned one, you are her older sister, after all.
as for you and Sly, well, that is between the two of you.
kisses to you to,Mom
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babyt…
Miss Angie, that was very well writen. While stilla little confusing to those that do not understand, about the concept of a DD household, the rest is easy enough to understand.
traci
Dear traci,
Thank you. Yes, I understand it can be confusing, as you said, to include the part about a DD house. It's like sorta trying to explain why I like this spanking thing, to a vanilla. You can do it, but they still don't get it.
Hope you and your family are doing well,
Angie
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Brett B
Whew! My life is so simple ...and incredibly boring. ;)
That all made pretty good sense to me, Angie. Congrats on having great relationships.
Dear Brett,
Thank you very much, and I doubt if your life is boring, though possibly less complicated then this.
And it's not that complicated. Now, if this had been a couple of years ago, and if I knew Sly then, when my girlfriends Sue and her wife Jen were still on island, That would have been complicated!
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Redd B
HI Angie, Thank you for clearing that up. I was starting to get confused. I must say I would not mind reading some where Sly punishes you.
Dear Red,
You are welcome. And sorry for any confusion. At times, for others, it must seem like listening in to a couples 'inside' joke, not quite getting the punchline.
And, there will be some more me getting spanked, by Sly, stories coming up.
Hopefully from Sly, as in her writing them, as well.
Angie**************************************************************************
daddisc
Well nothing is simple, least of all this interest of ours. Wht comes across is spanking for you (and for me by the way)is about interpersonal relationships as well as the physical act of reddening a naughty bottom. I do a lot of role play and the spice is really in the play. And you are a great player whether you are the Mom or the naughty daughter
Thank you, I appreciate the compliment. Some think I do far to much on background, etc, in my stories. But to me, the reason why,and the relationship is the whole key to it. Otherwise might as well just write in 'and then her bottom was bared and SPANK, and just copy and paste spank a couple of hundred times.
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Alyx R
That was a nice explanation of things, especially since you were under no obligation to share such detailed personal stuff. I think it's wonderful when people are in relationships that work for them. With all the stress in the world, and the rarity of finding people who "click" with us (especially considering all the many flavors of TTWD), it's always great to hear about love and caring and people enjoying themselves. Good for all of you!
Alyx
Thank you so much for your kind words, and it was our pleasure to share with others, what we have going on. And as some of you may have figured out, at times, those little 'comments' we leave for one another are about rl things, little warnings so to speak,and not just playing around.
Angie**************************************************************************
Tom C
I'm envious of the multiple layers of your sexual appetites. Do you ever feel sorry for the people that have just a one-dimensional level of desire? Can you imagine being merely heterosexual with no interest in discipline or spanking? Sounds pretty boring, doesn't it?
The big question for me is..... when are you going to meet Sly face-to-face? It sounds as if, so far, it's all been this cyber stuff. When is she coming to Hawaii for a one-on-one, hands-on encounter? Or when are you going to her? Life's too short to waste in this fantasy world. You two need to spend some time together and times a-wastin'!!!!! I'd like to hear the details of a RL, sexual tryst bewteen the two of you. Now that would be steamy!!!!
Actually, I don't feel sorry for them, because I can't imagine being any other way. I've had a fascination with spanking since I've been six or so, and knew I liked girls as well as guys, at about 15, and didn't feel I could tell anyone about either interest.
I was very lucky in college, with my first lover of either gender, Kathy. And since then, while I may have been closeted, I've never worried about what I felt again.
And, a rl meet would be great!
And steamy, because of regardless if there or here, a Hot spanked bottom, and water leads to lots of steam!
However, what makes you think That would be shared? Tender, private, moments, you know. I am a delicate and retiring flower at heart.
Angie
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celti… *hugs* You are one interesting and complicated woman. i though my life with Sir was complicated. i wish i had a Mommy or mommie at times. Sometimes i feel the need to be under stricter control.
hi you!
hope things are going well, with you and your family. And you should talk about being in a complicated relationship, woman. And, I am sure your Sir will take care of you and give you what you need in all ways.
Angie**************************************************************************
Redd B
It just orrured (sic) to me, if sly is your daughter, and Sly is your Mommy, doesn't that make Sly Jen Grandmother? Hmmmmmm. Do I see Grammy Sly babysitting naughty girls in the near future?
hi again,And, as Sly commented on below, nope! Angie*************************************************************************
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kiss, hi Ma'am, (others, please note, this was Sly with a 'S', so right away, i know she is in charge...)
angie, baby...that was beautiful. And as complicated as it must seem to other people, it comes just that naturally to us.
Thank you Ma'am, i'm glad you enjoyed it, and yes, it did just grow and evolve naturally.
Me? A Top?? Who'd have thought...
Well...I must admit. It's easy with a naughty little girl like you! Kiss!
blush, thank you Ma'am, and was easier going back and forth than I imagined it being, as well.
And to answer Redd's question...What's blossomed between Angie and I has nothing to do with anyone else or our dynamics. So no, I won't be playing 'Granny' to anyone.
angie...thank you for this loving post.
Most welcome, Ma'am,
I love you too,Daddie
i love you too, Daddie,your little wife,me
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Wednesday October 8, 2008 - 12:46pm (PDT) Remove Comment

Young lady, F/F, domestic

sly, if you think I'm going to put up with any more of your attitude, you are Sadly mistaken, young lady. I've had enough of your pouts, your little comments, your sulking, your muttering, you putting off what I ask you to do.

I've warned you, more than once, actually. Apparently that was a mistake on my part, little wife.
Apparently, what I should have done, instead of even giving you one warning, was to have taken your jeans down for you, given you a good Spank and sent you in the corner to think about how you were acting, then sent you to bring me the brush, followed by a good, Long bare bottom talk over my lap, little girl.

And yes, I said little girl, sly Samantha Johnson! Spank! If you insist on acting like one, instead of my wife, I'll most certainly treat you like one.

And by the time I'm done with you now, you will Wish you had gotten 'just' that hairbrushing, missy!

Oh, what am I planning to do? And 'Ma'am?' besides? My, aren't your manners improving already!

Well, little girl, since you asked so nicely, I'll tell you.

First, your jeans are coming off, and your panties are coming down to your ankles. Then I'm going to put you over my lap, and spank your bare little bottom with my hand, till you are squealing and fussing, and then I'm going to take you into the bathroom, and I'm going to wash that sassy and naughty mouth right out!

And I'll let you know right now, you are This close, young lady, to having me wash out all the sass and attitude out of you by getting the enema bag out, do you Understand me, sly Samantha?!

Then I'm going to take your bawling little butt and send you outside to go cut several switches, and yes, still bare bottomed! Did I say Anything about letting you pull your panties up? I didn't think so.

And while you are doing that, and you better not take all day, unless you want me to help you and cut a few myself as well, I'm going to get the gingerroot suppository out, so it's waiting, all fresh dipped in just cold water for lube.

I bet that starts the bawling, when you smell that ginger, and I tell you to bend yourself over the back of the couch, missy.

I'm going to part those naughty cheeks, wide, and then rub the ginger on your little bottom hole, so shy you are!, and then when you finally start to open, I'm going to slide that nice, thick, ginger finger up your rump, until you Clench down on the little groove I made for you to hold on to.

And then while you cry and feel sorry for yourself, naughty thing, I'm just going to wait, as your bottom heats up, as you start to feel the warmth, then the heat, then the Burn, and when you are no desperate and sorry, I'm going to pick up the first switch, babygirl, and reaquaint you with what happens when you Clench your bottom when you are holding a ginger fig in your little rump...

It's going to be a Very, very long morning for you I'm afraid, my dear.

Love,
Me

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Jenny W
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Oh Mommy...poor babygirl sly. I agree that her panties need to come down and its a given that she needs a good long bare botom spanking. She is way overdue for a bottom figging and I know from my own experience how humiliating a lesson it is when you fel your botomhole exposed and then penetrated...try not to clench sly, it only makes it worse. But Mommy, sly only has a soft little bottom so please don't whip her bottom too severely..she's only a little kid!She's my little sis so if you are determined to hand out the mother of all switchings, I'll share her punishment. Yes Mommy and sly, you are hearing right...I'm kinda protective of sly so yes, I am prepared to take half the strokes if that will spare her poor bottom. BUT, sly can take the ginger root up her own bottomhole...I'm not sharing that!!!Love you both, Jenny XXXXXX
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Jennifer Ann! I am not pleased with you either, right now! Despite the fact that I used Mommy, and not Mommie in this letter, and called sly my wife, you still call her a little kid, and she isn't, here. She was just acting like one. So no problems, dear. I have No problem in letting you share in what she gets, but I really don't think I'm going to be halving anything, young lady. I'm sure Nicola and my Husband will enjoy the show you both put on as well. And, guess what? Since you are taking the part of her older sis here as well, that means you will be going second, after you have watched her get all of her punishment. That should get you squirming, knowing what you have coming...and, oh yes, the ginger fig for your naughty fanny as well, I'm afraid, Jenny.And since you are so eager, and are more experienced, you will get the special aged ginger....And I'm sure you will also be happy to know, that grown up women who simply act like little girls, sometimes have to assume embarrassing positions to get their switchings, such as on the end of the bed, bare bottomed, of course, head and shoulders flat on the bed, plump little rumps high in the air...so nice, tight, Spread, exposed. I suggest you have your girlfriend place you like that, take a snapshot or two, so you can see just what you look like...And oh yes, miss sly Will be watching all of your punishment, well, what she can through her tears.Love,Mommy
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Damnit! i JUST commented on this blog...and it's NOT there! It's not Fair that i'm gonna be punished like this when it's not even (mostly) my fault!Mommy, please, NOOOOOO!!! NOT the ginger suppository, PLEASE! i'll be a good little wife for you from now on, i Promise!!! PLEASEEEEEE...love,sly
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About my spanking family,domestic, rl

My love life and relationships seem to have some people confused. Long term and faithful readers of my blog will probably already, or should have figured a lot of this out, but I think it's best to clarify some things.

I am in a loving domestic discipline marriage, and my Husband, Jack, spanks me, as well as corrects me in other ways as well. What I thought of as a traditional marriage growing up, and what I wanted before I was married.

While most, thankfully, of my spankings are of the good girl and fun variety (even if strict), I do also get punishment spankings and discipline spankings (such as maintenance,preventive, and just because 'I'm in charge young lady') as well.

He has spanked me since our second date, and we have been married for over 23 years, and yes, I know how lucky I am to have a Husband like him.

And, for those that hadn't figured it out, I'm very bi. Something I told him before we were married, and he has no problem with. I've had girlfriends in the past, and they have all spanked me, and many have played with us, some have been spanked by him as well, and he has watched many of them spank me.

The last couple we played with were Sue and Jen, and they are in some of my stories. Sue was the HOH, Jen was her wife, pretty much a lesbian version of Jack and I. But they have been gone for a few years now, they had to move.

Since then, I haven't had any girlfriends here, within arms reach. And, while I have only been spanked as an adult, never been the spanker (parental spankings not included here), online, in my stories, and in my fantasies, I've been exploring the thought of being the spanker.

Which brings me to my girlfriend Sly. Even though Sly is my online girlfriend, this is the ONLY time the online part is going to be mentioned here, for clarity.

Sly Is my girlfriend, and our relationship is complicated, but I'm going to do my best to try to explain things.

First, the more observant and astute may have noticed, that sometimes when I write stories, or to her on our blogs, or about her, that sometimes it's sly, other times, Sly.

And that is not a typo. It's deliberate.

Because at the beginning of our relationship, I was the one in charge, at all times. And sly quickly became a daughter in my stories, the ten year old, and now, on occasion, miss 17 as well. In the stories, as daughter sly, she is always treated as a daughter would be, at those ages. And, sly became more than a daughter outside the stories, as we wrote each other, I very much enjoyed spanking and correcting my little girlfriend.

But, as these things tend to do, nature told. While I would dearly love to have sly over my lap in real life some time, in my heart of hearts, I am probably 90-95% submissive in my relationships. And it turned out my girlfriend was a baby top, just needing some practice, who knew?

So, when you see Sly, and not sly, guess who is in charge in the relationship at that time.

Now, if you are still with me, and interested, it's even a bit more complicated than that.

Because depending on what is going on, such as if I'm really in trouble or not, say, or just our moods, Sly usually isn't just Sly. Sly may be Daddie, or Mommy, or Mommie. And each means something different to her and I.

Mommie means that I am treated like her daughter. Not a wife, being treated as a daughter but a daughter, period.

Mommy is different than that. I'm an adult, but may be treated as younger, as in, an adult being treated like the brat she is acting like. Even when she is Mommy, or Mommie, she is still not Femme, like I am. She is the sort of Mommy/ie who wears jeans, shorts, etc.

And then there is Daddie. Daddie is of course, the most butch, and I'm Daddie's wife. And, our relationship goes beyond just playing and stories. Sly is,how to put it...a co-Head of House, along with my Husband.

Sly monitors my behavior, sets rules and limits, and sees that they are enforced, or else.

Misbehavior, or disobedience on my part, she especially looks out for me and over me in cyber land, is not just scolded, though it might be just that, but I am punished. My Husband often acts as proxy for her, delivering her punishments for her, whether spankings, groundings, lines, mouthsoapings, corner time, enemas, or other.

And now you know how it is with us.

love,
Angie
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Jenny W
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OMG.....now it is all clear...but soooo confusing!!!My strict Mommy and baby sister sly have traded places...WOW!So does that mean I can be cheeky to Mommy with impunity? Oooh, errr..I've threatening to spank sly recently but now am I in danger of being spanked myself by Sly? Even better, am I now in danager of being spanked by you both?Oooh, my head is spinning..too much to take in!!Life is never boring around you two!!Love and kisses to you both. Your daughter, sister and brat, Jenny XXXXXXXXXXXX
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Miss Angie, that was very well writen. While stilla little confusing to those that do not understand, about the concept of a DD household, the rest is easy enough to understand.traci
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Whew! My life is so simple ...and incredibly boring. ;)That all made pretty good sense to me, Angie. Congrats on having great relationships.
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Redd B
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HI Angie, Thank you for clearing that up. I was starting to get confused. I must say I would not mind reading some where Sly punishes you.
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Well nothing is simple, least of all this interest of ours. Wht comes across is spanking for you (and for me by the way)is about interpersonal relationships as well as the physical act of reddening a naughty bottom. I do a lot of role play and the spice is really in the play. And you are a great player whether you are the Mom or the naughty daughter
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That was a nice explanation of things, especially since you were under no obligation to share such detailed personal stuff. I think it's wonderful when people are in relationships that work for them. With all the stress in the world, and the rarity of finding people who "click" with us (especially considering all the many flavors of TTWD), it's always great to hear about love and caring and people enjoying themselves. Good for all of you!Alyx
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I'm envious of the multiple layers of your sexual appetites. Do you ever feel sorry for the people that have just a one-dimensional level of desire? Can you imagine being merely heterosexual with no interest in discipline or spanking? Sounds pretty boring, doesn't it?The big question for me is..... when are you going to meet Sly face-to-face? It sounds as if, so far, it's all been this cyber stuff. When is she coming to Hawaii for a one-on-one, hands-on encounter? Or when are you going to her? Life's too short to waste in this fantasy world. You two need to spend some time together and times a-wastin'!!!!! I'd like to hear the details of a RL, sexual tryst bewteen the two of you. Now that would be steamy!!!!
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*hugs* You are one interesting and complicated woman. i though my life with Sir was complicated. i wish i had a Mommy or mommie at times. Sometimes i feel the need to be under stricter control.
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It just orrured to me, if sly is your daughter, and Sly is your Mommy, doesn't that make Sly Jen and Julie's Grandmother? Hmmmmmm. Do I see Grammy Sly babysitting those two naughty girls in the near future?
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angie, baby...that was beautiful. And as complicated as it must seem to other people, it comes just that naturally to us. Me? A Top?? Who'd have thought...Well...I must admit. It's easy with a naughty little girl like you! Kiss!And to answer Redd's question...What's blossomed between Angie and I has nothing to do with anyone else or our dynamics. So no, I won't be playing 'Granny' to anyone.angie...thank you for this loving post.I lov eyou too,Daddie
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hi Daddie, and i'm glad you liked it, Ma'am.kisses,me
Tuesday September

Jennifer Ann and sly Samantha Johnson! F/ff

Entry for September 15, 2008 Jennifer Ann and sly Samantha Johnson!

I don't know What the heck is going on with you two girls this time, but it Stops Now, is that understood!?

I AM going to get to the bottom of this, even if that means having to paddle Both your little bottoms first!

I am tired of the fussing, the quibbling, the tattling, all of it!

Now, sly, hush!Spank! Mommie's talking now, Not you, young lady!

If this is how you behave for me, I Hate to think how you have been behaving for your sister and Nikki as soon as I'm out the door!

I'm beginning to wonder why it is that I don't come home More often then I do, to find your little bottom stuck in the corner!

And you can just wipe that smile off your face right now, Jennifer Ann! And Nicola Anne, unless Your fanny wants to be a part of this, I Strongly suggest you lose Your smirk as well, and sit there very quietly!

Jenny, if you think for One moment that I think you are all grown up at 16, oh, you are so sadly mistaken my dear!

Let me spell it out for you again, young lady. As Long as you live in my house, you will do as I say. And, even when you leave my house, Jennifer Ann, and do something Stupid, you will still find you will Always be Mommie's little girl! I won't care if you are in college, or out of it!

And that goes for you as well, Nikki!

sly, I would suggest you stick your tongue back in your mouth Now, unless you want it washed with soap, babygirl!

You shouldn't be gloating at all, little miss!

Because the same goes for you! If your sister who is Older than you by six years is still subject to spankings, and Will be for a very long time to come, guess what that means for you?!

Now, I want to hear what is going on, and I want to hear it Now! Am I making myself understood, or do some panties need to come down First?!

Mommie

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but Mommie! That's it! i was trying to tell you what was going on, and i din't do Anything! Jennifer is after me and trying to spank me and corner me and i didn't do Anything! An, Mommie, she said she was gonna put me in the corner for THIRTY minutes, an i din't even DO Anything!i Din't!love,sly

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!
kiss and hug and a pat!**************************************************************************
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.
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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

Jenny W
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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
Sunday September 7, 2008 - 03:14pm (NZST) Remove Comment
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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
Monday September 8, 2008 - 06:35pm (NZST) Remove Comment

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

Morgan
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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... :)
Saturday August 16, 2008 - 09:14pm (PDT) Remove Comment