| "Aimee, I'm concerned
about the way you've been
behaving lately," declared Janet Miller as she
hung up the telephone.
"What do you mean
Mommy?" asked Aimee, looking
up from her coloring book on the kitchen
"Well, you simply
haven't been doing what you
are told. I was just on the phone with your
teacher and she says you've
only been handing in your homework about
half the time. But whenever I
ask if you have done your homework you
always say that you have. What's
more, you're room is always a mess. And when
I ask you to clean it, or
to do something around the house, all you
say is 'I will' or 'in a minute,'
and then you still never do it."
"Um... I'm sorry Mommy"
"And that's another
thing. Whenever you don't
obey me, you say you are 'sorry,' but then
you do it again. Is anything
the matter, Dear?
"I'm fine Mommy,"
chirped Aimee, thinking that
this might end the conversation and allow
her to return to her coloring
"Well, everything isn't
fine with me!" snapped
Mrs. Miller, placing her hands on her hips
and regarding her little daughter
sternly. "I'm at my wit's end trying to keep
my job while raising you all
by myself. But when I was your age, If I'd
acted the way you've been acting,
there is one thing I know Grandmama
would have done - and it's the
one thing I still haven't tried yet with
The way Mommy was
glaring at her made Aimee uneasy,
and the little girl didn't feel comfortable
with the direction this conversation
was taking, although she wasn't sure why.
After several seconds of awkward
silence, Aimee asked uneasily, "Um... what
are y'gonna do, Mommy?"
"Quite frankly, Aimee,
I think its time I gave
you a good, old-fashioned spanking!"
"No Mommy!" cried the
suddenly distraught Aimee,
hopping out of her chair and looking up at
her mother with wide eyes. "Please
don't spank me Mommy!" Aimee had
never been spanked before, but
most of her friends had, and they were all
afraid to be spanked. So on
one level, Aimee was certain she didn't want
a spanking either. At the
same time, she knew that Grandmama had
spanked Mommy when she was little,
and that Grandmama's mother had
spanked her when she
was little. So a small part of Aimee was
curious about this unfamiliar
facet of family life, and wondered what
getting a spanking would be like.
But the rest of her preferred not to find
out first hand.
"I promise I'll
be good!" exclaimed Aimee
earnestly, reaching her arms around her
mother's middle and looking up
at her with imploringly. "I'll do all my
homework and... and... I'll clean
my room right now!" Janet felt an
ache in her heart as she looked
down into the pretty face of the daughter
she loved so dearly. Part of
her wanted to believe this promise and give
Aimee another chance. But the
child had been getting one "another chance"
after another all month long
- ever since her father had walked out on
them. No. Janet was not going
to be put off so easily this time, for she
had already made up her mind
that a good spanking was just what her
"Honey," she told Aimee
as she gently unfastened
the child's arms from around her waist, "go
up to your room now and I'll
be up in a minute."
Aimee, not wishing to
further upset her mother, obeyed.
In her room she waited in anxious
anticipation. Aimee knew that she really
been a very good girl lately. But she
just couldn't seem to help
it. Everything was sad and wrong and
different now that Daddy was
gone. But she had never imagined that her
First Daddy goes away (with someone named
"That Hussy" according to Mommy)
and now this. How much was her spanking
going to hurt? Would Mommy
pull her panties down and spank her bare
bottom the way she said Grandmama
used to do? But... maybe Mommy wasn't really
serious, thought Aimee. Maybe
Mommy just said all that stuff just to
see if it would make Aimee
behave. Aimee was soon to learn just how
serious her mother was.
Janet entered Aimee's
room. "A-Are you really
gonna spank me, Mommy?" blurted Aimee in a
frightened little voice.
"Yes Aimee... I am
really going to spank you."
"But... will it hurt?"
"Yes honey, it will
hurt - very much. I'm
sorry, but I'm afraid you won't like it one
bit." With that Aimee's mother
took her daughter by the arm, lead her over
to the bed and sat down. "Aimee,"
said her mother, in a tone of calm
authority, "lay across my lap. It is
time for your spanking now."
Aimee hesitated, hoping
that if she stalled for time
her mother might have second thoughts.
"Please Mommy! Please
give me a second chance!"
"Young Lady, I told you
to do something and I
meant it!" said Janet. Taking a firm
hold of Aimee's left arm, and
placing her other hand on Aimee's waist, she
tried to gently guide her
daughter over her lap.
"NO!" cried Aimee
frantically, pushing back on
her mother's shoulder with her right hand.
"I've had quite enough
of your disobedience, young
lady!" snapped Janet sternly, and forcefully
swept Aimee face down across
her lap. "From now on, when I tell you
do do something, Aimee, you
are going to obey me!"
"I'm sorry Mommy!
Please don't spank me!!" Aimee
whimpered anxiously. Aimee's
anxiety increased as she felt her mother
lifting her skirt and slip, and
even more anxious as her mother positioned
her bottom to make a better
"You've had this coming
for a long time, young
Janet Miller paused. A
moment passed. Across
her lap lay her own beloved Aimee, looking
back at her with wide, moist
eyes; her lavender floral print skirt and
white lace-trimmed slip in disarray
across her slender back, the seat of her
panties stretched snugly
across the soft mounds of her tender bottom -
awaiting their first spanking.
Once again, she fought back the urge to let
Aimee off with a warning. She
had come this far. There could be no
turning back now. Ruefully,
Janet remembered the many times that her own
mother - Aimee's "Grandmama"
- had marched her up to her room as a
child, sat down on the side
of her bed, and placed her in this very same
position before pulling down
her panties and administering a stinging
spanking to young Janet's little
bare bottom. How she had hated
those spankings.. and
When Aimee was born, Janet had
resolved that she
would never spank her child. Yet,
thought Janet, here she was, with
Aimee across her knee, about to give her baby
a good, sound spanking.
Her mother had always predicted that this day
would arrive, and now it
had. As Janet placed her right hand
across Aimee's back to
steady her, she felt as if she finally
understood how her own mother must
have felt years ago when she'd taken little
Janet over her knee.
Much as it grieved
Janet to be about to bring
tears to the eyes of the child she loved,
she knew that this was all the
more reason to spank soundly so that
Aimee would learn her lesson
well and not need to be spanked again
anytime soon for similar
With this thought in mind Janet took a firm
hold of the waistband of Aimee's
white cotton panties and began to tug them
"NO-O-O!" cried Aimee
in dismay, reaching back
to try to stay her mother's hand. But
it was too late. Mommy
had already pulled her panties down to the
middle of her thighs and out
of Aimee's reach.
was going to spank her on her bare
bottom, just like Grandmama used to do!
The air in the room felt
suddenly cool against her suddenly bare
skin. All at once, Aimee
felt dreadfully vulnerable lying there with
her panties down, with no protection
at all, knowing that Mommy was about to
After Janet had pulled
Aimee's panties down far
enough to expose her daughter's pale bottom
and the upper part of her thighs,
Mrs. Miller paused for a moment to prepare
herself for what she was about
to do. Across her lap, the twin orbs
of Aimee's buttocks were framed
by the bunched up knot of her panties on the
left and the careless heap
of her skirt and slip on the
right. So this is was the
view Janet's mother had had all those times
she'd spanked Janet as a child
- so very different from the view Janet
herself remembered: the floorboards,
her mother's shoes, and the horrid sting as
her mother's palm methodically
lit a fire on her unprotected little
Although Janet was
determined to give her naughty
child a good spanking, her heart also felt
heavy. Oh, how she wished
this weren't necessary! But what must be done
must be done - and done thoroughly.
She raised her open palm high and brought it
down with a with a resounding
squarely across the soft mounds of Aimee's
bottom. And at that moment
she realized her own mother must have once
felt much the same way.
The first slap caught
Aimee by surprise as she
felt a sharp tingly pain in her bottom. SMACK SMACK SMACK.
Aimee's mother continued slap her little
daughter's bare buttocks swiftly
with her open hand. Aimee gasped and was too
stunned to make any noise
during the first few smacks but that soon
changed as the smarting sting
quickly began to build.
"OW! MOMEEEE! It
"I know Dear. [SMACK] It's
going to [SMACK]
even [SMACK] more
before I'm [SMACK]
with [SMACK] you!!"
Mrs. Miller still
couldn't quite bring herself
to spank Aimee as hard as she imagined her
own mother had once spanked
her, although she knew her daughter's cries
of pain were genuine. Aimee,
who had no idea that spankings could be even
worse than this one, was beginning
to kick and buck on her mother's lap;
however, nothing could stop the rise
and fall of her mother's relentless hand.
[SMACK] OW! [SMACK] OWEE!
OUCH! [SMACK] *sob*
As the sting of Aimee's
first spanking continued
to mount, the little girl burst completely
into tears, her sobbing wails
sharply punctuated by the steady swats of
her mother's palm against her
bare skin. Aimee knew that spankings
hurt, but she had not imagined
that they could hurt this much. No
wonder her friends were so afraid
Tears spilled from
Aimee's eyes, and bawling little
girl kicked her legs and squirmed on her
mother's lap as Janet continued
to slap the little hemispheres smartly and
emphatically. If only
she hadn't been such a bad girl! If
only she hadn't made Mommy so
mad at her!
Janet continued to
spank, and the milky skin of
her daughter's buttocks gradually began to
turn pink wherever it had been
slapped. Again and again she aimed at
the same hand-shaped spot
across the cheeks of Aimee's bare behind,
causing it to blush a deeper
and deeper pink. The more Janet
spanked her little girl, the more
piteously the child cried and the more
frantically she kicked and twisted.
Janet took a firmer hold of Aimee and
continued to punish her without breaking
As she held her sobbing
daughter tightly with
one hand and spanked her with the other,
images flashed through Janet's
mind of some of the more memorable times
when her own mother had disciplined
her this way: that time she'd copied from
her neighbor's paper on a test
at school, the time she'd gone swimming
without permission, the time she'd
thrown sand in her brother's eyes at the
beach, the time she and her best
friend made mud pies while wearing
their Sunday dresses, the time
she'd... Yes, Janet had once
been at least as much of a handful
as Aimee was, that's for sure!
Janet paused for a
moment and listened to her
daughter cry. The spanks were certainly
hurting, but Aimee still
wasn't crying quite as hard as Janet
would have been by now during
one of her own mother's spankings at this
age. The soundness of her
mother's spankings had certainly taught little
Miss Janet to behave
herself, and she wanted Aimee's first spanking
to be equally sound. So,
steeling herself against the urge to comfort
her crying daughter, she began
to slap Aimee's sore little bottom once more,
a little harder than before.
Before, Aimee had
thought she could not take any
more but now the stinging pain was even
worse. Never had she imagined
that her mother's gentle hand could hurt so!
Her bottom was scorching so
badly! Aimee wanted to beg for mercy but all
she could manage to do was
cry as her mother continued to smack her
bottom until it was the color
of strawberry ice cream.
Finally, ignoring the
in her own palm, Janet gave her daughter
several slow, extra-hard smacks
to conclude the first spanking of Aimee's
life, while Aimee wailed loudly
and flailed her panty-entangled legs each
time the slaps landed.
At last, Janet was satisfied that Aimee had
been sufficiently spanked.
Aimee was crying so hard,
and her bottom was stinging
so urgently, that it took her several moments
to notice that her punishment
was over. Janet let Aimee cry for awhile over
her lap but did not permit
her to reach back to rub her throbbing
buttocks. Aimee was
no longer kicking and squirming, but lay
limply, draped like a wet
cloth, weeping like the freshly-spanked little
girl she was. After
couple minutes had passed and Aimee was no
longer crying as hard, Janet
began to admonish her.
"Are you going to do all
from now on, young lady?"
sobbed Aimee softly.
"Are you going to clean
your room when I ask you
to?" The same reply. Janet, went
through her whole list of
grievances concerning her daughter's
behavior. In each case she asked
if Aimee was going to behave
herself. In each case a "yes
came in return. "Do you promise
to be a good girl from now
on?" Again, the same reply.
Aimee would have
promised her mother anything
at that moment - anything to be back in
Mommy's favor again. And,
of course, anything not to have to get
Janet helped Aimee
to her feet, her panties
still down, and allowed her to rub her bottom.
She tenderly kissed her
little daughter and gave her a long hug while
Aimee continued to sniffle
and rest her head on her Mommy's shoulder.
Janet comforted her gently as
her tears abated, telling Aimee that she loved
her dearly and hadn't enjoyed
giving her a spanking.
"But Aimee," she
continued, her voice soft but
earnest, "from now on if you continue not
clean your room or do your homework
or your chores, do you know what is going to
happen?" Janet gave
Aimee no time to reply, "No matter how much
it breaks Mommy's heart to
do so, Mommy is going to march you right
back up here to your bedroom again,
turn you across her lap, pull down your
panties, and give you another
spanking Is that understood?"
Yes. Aimee understood.
She understood that
from now on, being Mommy's
daughter would never be the same again.
The Beginning ~