| "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 table.
"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" Aimee replied.
"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 you!"
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 daughter needed.
"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 mother might
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! I'm ss-o-orry-y-y!
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 misbehaviors.
With this thought in mind Janet took a firm hold of the waistband of Aimee's
white cotton panties and began to tug them down.
"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 backside.
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 HURTS!"
"I know Dear. [SMACK] It's
going to [SMACK] hurt [SMACK]
even [SMACK] more before I'm [SMACK]
finished 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*
*gasp* [SMACK] WAAAAAAH!
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 pins-and-needles sensation
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 your homework
from now on, young lady?"
"Y-y-yes... M-Mommy..." 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 Mommy"
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 another spanking!
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 ~