Growing pains

Vicky has growing pains

Part 1

Vicky stamped upstairs, across the landing and into her room slamming the
door behind her making the walls vibrate. Then she threw herself face down
on her bed and beat at the mattress with her small fists.

Victoria Walker was just 13 and therefore now grown up and could do what she
liked couldn’t she? She wasn’t a child any more and she wasn’t going to be
told when she had to be home or when she could go to see her friends or when
to go to bed. Her parents didn’t want her to be normal, be happy. They just
wanted one of them robots what would do whatever they wanted and they could
switch it off when they was bored. Well she was grown up and was going to do
what she wanted now. She hated them. The mattress remained silent, neither
agreeing or disagreeing with her. She beat it again.

Downstairs decisions were being made. To her parents, Victoria had changed
overnight from a happy loveable little girl into a teenage monster. Like all
children she had misbehaved from time to time, but consistent loving
discipline and the occasional application of a ruler to their small
daughter’s bottom had kept her in line. She was well-behaved and polite in
company and her parents had been proud of her when compliments were
expressed about her. Until recently. She had changed almost overnight into a
‘know-it-all’, disobedient little madam.

Jane Walker had recently grumbled to her mother about Victoria, only to be
embarrassed by her mother’s reminder of what Jane had been like at that age.
Her mother also reminded her of the way she was cured of that kind of
behaviour and recommended the same remedy for Victoria. Jane had been
reluctant to consider a similar method, still aware after all the years of
how unpleasant that had been. Victoria was intelligent and normally very
sensible. It was a stage that would pass and she would talk to her as an
adult. After all, that was the way all the experts now recommended, wasn’t
it? Unfortunately, the experts hadn’t met her daughter and this latest
episode had pushed her too far. She telephoned her mother.

Upstairs, Victoria’s tantrum was abating and her mind was starting to take
control. She s’posed she had gone a bit too far that evening. But why
wouldn’t her parents realise that she was a young adult and should be
treated that way. Not all these stupid regulations about saying where she
was going and coming home at a certain time. Some of her friends said that
could go out and return home when they liked … midnight sometimes! Okay,
maybe they did exaggerate sometimes. She looked at her clock. She had been
in her room for a quarter of an hour. Someone would come up very soon. Then
there would be the same old lecture. Yakety-Yak. Then, she supposed she
wouldn’t be able to talk her way out of this one and mum would produce the
ruler. Well, she didn’t care. Joan of Arc was burned at the stake wasn’t she
‘cos she never gave up what was right. Well mum’s ruler wasn’t like being
burned like Joan, though it did sting quite a lot. She heard her dad’s car
start up and looked out of her window to see him driving away. She shrugged.
Well, he wasn’t going to be there so it would just be mum.

Downstairs, Victoria’s father was going out to his car and driving off. Mrs.
Walker went into the kitchen and washed up the dishes before getting out the
iron to press Victoria’s uniform for the next day. Victoria was small for
her age and as she looked at the clothes it was hard to believe that her
child had now reached her teenage years.

Upstairs, the time was passing slowly but inexorably. Victoria kept hearing
noises, sometimes like a footstep on the stairs and she tensed. But nothing
happened. Her resolve was slowly sapping away. ‘Come on! … If I’m going to
be spanked let’s get it over with!’ Her request was not answered. She
couldn’t have been forgotten could she? Mum never forgot, but she had never
been as long as this either. 25 minutes now. She sat up on her bed, picked
up a magazine and looked at it. But she couldn’t read. She hated waiting for
a punishment. She wanted it over with … yet she didn’t want it. Mum was
going to be really cross this time. A hand unconsciously strayed to her
bottom. … Maybe she had forgotten though? Maybe if she went and cleaned
her teeth and got into bed and pretended to be asleep when mum came up
nothing would happen? But if she went to the bathroom, mum would probably
hear her and be reminded. She would wait another five minutes then. The five
minutes turned into ten. Then she heard a car door close outside. She looked
out of the window. Her dad was back carrying something. Must have been to
the shops.

Downstairs, a key turned the latch on the front door and Mr. Walker came in.
He was met in the hallway by his wife and he handed her a thin parcel of
brown paper.

“Your mother says to remember the procedure and use it properly.”

Mrs. Walker gingerly unwrapped the parcel and shuddered as memories came
flooding back.

“Do you think we should give her another chance, Robert?”

“I think she’s already had that dear. And are you sure that you want to
explain to your mother why you didn’t use it after all? … Do you want me
to see to her instead?”

“N-no Robert, I know I have to do it. It’s just that she is just a little
girl … I wish the ruler could be enough.”

Upstairs, Vicky had sneaked out on to the landing, trying to listen to the
conversation from below. She could make out her parent’s voices but not what
they were saying. ‘Why don’t they just come and get it over with?!’ She was
getting scared now. Why had she been so stupid? Maybe dad would smack her.
He had done it once or twice and he made the ruler sting much more, though
he never gave as many as mum did. A door opened downstairs and Vicky shot
back into her bedroom and sat on the bed trying to look sorry.

Vicky has growing pains

Part 2

Jane and Robert mounted the stairs slowly. Vicky heard them coming and
trembled a little. She knew she had been very naughty and the next few
minutes were not going to be pleasant. The door opened and in came her
parents. She stood up at once.

“I’m sorry Mummy … I didn’t mean to .. it’s just ..that …. ” Her voice
trailed away.

“Victoria, I .. we .. are very disappointed with you. You knew what time you
should have been home yet you flagrantly disobeyed. You were an hour late
and when you were asked for an explanation you flew into a tantrum. What
have you got to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry Mummy …. I just … well thought that now I’m 13 it would be
all right.”

“All right? … What has 13 got to do with it. You are a child and you will
do exactly as you are told, do you hear?”

“Y-yes Mummy”

“You know what happens when you misbehave. Pull that chair out and stand
behind it.”

Vicky stood a moment looking appealingly at her stern-faced mother and was
about to plead, then changed her mind and pulled out the chair from her
desk.

“Take your jeans and knickers down and bend over the back of the chair.”

Vicky slowly did as she was told and shuffled up to the chair and bent over
it, small hands gripping the edge of the seat. She looked to the side at her
mother and was puzzled that her mother was not holding the ruler in her
right hand as usual. Her mother looked at her father and nodded. Mr. Walker
produced from behind his back a cane which he handed to Vicky’s mother. Jane
held the cane gingerly at first as she remembered this very stick being
applied to her own backside so long ago. She held it between her hands and
tested the suppleness of the thin rattan. It bent easily still and when
released demonstrated its resilience.

Vicky, head upside down and looking sideways watched, eyed wide like
saucers. She half stood,

“Mum! .. You aren’t going to use that are you? … Pleeease! …. The
ruler’s enough .. I promise I won’t do it again … pleease!”

“Get back down at once Victoria! You have shown that you need something more
than the ruler now, perhaps this will teach you to do as you are told.”

Vicky got back down over the chair. Now she really was scared. She had heard
her mum tell her before how lucky she was that she didn’t get the cane like
her mum used to get at her age from grandma. And now she was.

Jane stood behind and to the left of Vicky, placing the end of the cane
across the lower fleshy part of the small bottom and adjusted her position.
Her hand was trembling. Victoria’s little bottom, neat globes now starting
to fill out nicely, seemed so vulnerable. The smooth tautened skin, so white
in contrast to the brown healthy legs below, would soon be marked. As she
looked the buttocks kept clenching in expectation of the imminent
punishment. Jane took the cane back, remembering her old tennis coach’s
instruction to keep her eyes on the ball. She kept her eye on the part of
her daughter’s anatomy which was to absorb the lesson. She looked at Robert,
standing impassively near the wall. He nodded.

The first stroke of the cane bit across both buttocks. Vicky, holding her
breath, felt it arrive. For a moment she was relieved that it was no worse
than the ruler. Then the stinging started to build up and burrow deep into
her tender young flesh. She had been determined not to show it hurt … that
she was grown up and could stand up to things. But this was like a dozen
wasps in a line across her bottom, stinging mercilessly. She heard a sound.
It was an ‘Aaarrgh!’ escaping from her tight lips. Her bottom wiggled
uncontrollably.

Jane waited for the squirming to subside. A thin white stripe had appeared
etched across the firm young mounds and was rapidly turning crimson.
Victoria had settled down again and Jane’s mind went back to her first
introduction to the cane at school. She’d had to wait while three of her
classmates preceded her in bending across a desk, looking very much like her
daughter looked now, though tight white knickers covered their bottoms. The
teacher hadn’t seemed to take the cane back far, but used a flick of the
wrist to impart momentum on impact. From the gyrations it had caused it
certainly had the desired effect. Jane would try to do the same.

She aimed for the under- part of Victoria’s buttocks, just above the crease
with the thighs. She took the cane back about three feet and then brought it
back, flexing her wrist as she did so. It worked to the extent that the cane
bit well into the taut skin, but her aim had been deflected and the tip of
the cane sank into the back of Victoria’s right thigh. There was a loud
squeal and Victoria leapt up rubbing her thigh furiously and tears trickled
down her cheeks. Jane told her to get back down at once. Vicky stuttered
that she couldn’t stand any more, it hurt terribly.

Jane knew the ordeal her daughter was going through, but she also knew that
if she didn’t insist on being obeyed this time, she would start to lose
control of Victoria in the future.

“Get back down at once Victoria,”

“I c-can’t mum .. pleease … it hurts too much … I won’t do it again ..
I’m sorry … pleeease.”

Victoria was hopping up and down while making her speech. Jane looked at
Robert.

“Hold her over the chair please Robert … let’s get this over with.”

“Come along young lady .. the sooner you obey the sooner it will be
finished.”

Robert held his hand out to his daughter and, eventually, she was coaxed
back over the chair with her father standing in front of her, his hands
firmly on her shoulders to pin her down.

Jane wanted to finish it too. She hated having to do this. Again she
measured the cane across the lower bottom and whipped in a sharp stroke.
Victoria tried to rear up but was held firmly by her father. At the other
end her legs kicked out and her feet drummed on the floor. Jane wasted no
time in applying a fourth stroke to re-energise the wild movements of
Vicky’s lower half.

It took a couple of minutes before Vicky subsided sufficiently for Jane to
say, “get up Victoria.” Robert released his daughter and stood back. Vicky
slowly and painfully got to her feet. Her hair was dishevelled and tears
streamed down her cheeks as she sniffled. A hand went to he bottom but was
quickly withdrawn as a touch on one of the weals awoke the wasps again.

“That was a taste Victoria. Next time you behave like that it will be worse,
do you hear?”

“Y-yes M-mum … I w-won’t do it again .. ever … p-promise. … I’ll b-be
g-good … ho-honest.”

” All right … now get yourself ready for bed and I’ll come up soon and
tuck you in.”

Jane and Robert left Victoria’s room. Jane took the cane to her bedroom and
hung it in the wardrobe before following Robert downstairs. She needed a
drink to wash away the nasty taste she had in her mouth.

Upstairs, Vicky dragged herself to the bathroom, splashed water on her face
and cleaned her teeth before getting into her pyjamas. She was still sobbing
and her bottom was still smarting intolerably. She tried to pull her pyjama
bottoms up but she was too sensitive to have the material near her skin.
With them at her ankles she shuffled to the mirror and twisted round to try
to see the damage. What she saw was four narrow crimson stripes burning deep
into her bottom. She couldn’t believe how such thin lines could hurt so
much, as if she had sat on some red hot wires. She climbed on to her bed and
automatically started to lie down on her back. Immediately she leapt up with
a loud yowl.

Half an hour later, refreshed by a drink and feeling calmer, Jane went up to
her daughter’s bedroom. She smiled at the sight of her little girl face down
on top of the covers, pyjama pants at her ankles, displaying her striped
bottom in all its glory. The very pose that Jane had adopted at that age
after a visit from the very same cane. How she adored her little girl.
Gently she bent over Vicky, putting an arm over her and whispering in her
ear. “I love you darling. It is all over.would you like me to put some cream
on your bottom to soothe it?”

Vicky turned her head to look at her mother and thought for a moment. “No
thank you Mummy. I know I was horrible tonight and deserved that spanking,
…. It was really awful and I don’t ever want it again…. But I don’t
think I should cheat and let you make it a bit better mum.”

Jane was overcome. Tears welled in her eyes and she hugged Vicky tightly,
kissing her over and over. “You’re a wonderful girl Vicky and I’m very proud
of you. Now try to get some sleep. Night dear.”

Jane walked quietly out of the room and down to Robert. Vicky smiled,
feeling secure. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes.

Part 2

Jane and Robert mounted the stairs slowly. Vicky heard them coming and
trembled a little. She knew she had been very naughty and the next few
minutes were not going to be pleasant. The door opened and in came her
parents. She stood up at once.

“I’m sorry Mummy … I didn’t mean to .. it’s just ..that …. ” Her voice
trailed away.

“Victoria, I .. we .. are very disappointed with you. You knew what time you
should have been home yet you flagrantly disobeyed. You were an hour late
and when you were asked for an explanation you flew into a tantrum. What
have you got to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry Mummy …. I just … well thought that now I’m 13 it would be
all right.”

“All right? … What has 13 got to do with it. You are a child and you will
do exactly as you are told, do you hear?”

“Y-yes Mummy”

“You know what happens when you misbehave. Pull that chair out and stand
behind it.”

Vicky stood a moment looking appealingly at her stern-faced mother and was
about to plead, then changed her mind and pulled out the chair from her
desk.

“Take your jeans and knickers down and bend over the back of the chair.”

Vicky slowly did as she was told and shuffled up to the chair and bent over
it, small hands gripping the edge of the seat. She looked to the side at her
mother and was puzzled that her mother was not holding the ruler in her
right hand as usual. Her mother looked at her father and nodded. Mr. Walker
produced from behind his back a cane which he handed to Vicky’s mother. Jane
held the cane gingerly at first as she remembered this very stick being
applied to her own backside so long ago. She held it between her hands and
tested the suppleness of the thin rattan. It bent easily still and when
released demonstrated its resilience.

Vicky, head upside down and looking sideways watched, eyed wide like
saucers. She half stood,

“Mum! .. You aren’t going to use that are you? … Pleeease! …. The
ruler’s enough .. I promise I won’t do it again … pleease!”

“Get back down at once Victoria! You have shown that you need something more
than the ruler now, perhaps this will teach you to do as you are told.”

Vicky got back down over the chair. Now she really was scared. She had heard
her mum tell her before how lucky she was that she didn’t get the cane like
her mum used to get at her age from grandma. And now she was.

Jane stood behind and to the left of Vicky, placing the end of the cane
across the lower fleshy part of the small bottom and adjusted her position.
Her hand was trembling. Victoria’s little bottom, neat globes now starting
to fill out nicely, seemed so vulnerable. The smooth tautened skin, so white
in contrast to the brown healthy legs below, would soon be marked. As she
looked the buttocks kept clenching in expectation of the imminent
punishment. Jane took the cane back, remembering her old tennis coach’s
instruction to keep her eyes on the ball. She kept her eye on the part of
her daughter’s anatomy which was to absorb the lesson. She looked at Robert,
standing impassively near the wall. He nodded.

The first stroke of the cane bit across both buttocks. Vicky, holding her
breath, felt it arrive. For a moment she was relieved that it was no worse
than the ruler. Then the stinging started to build up and burrow deep into
her tender young flesh. She had been determined not to show it hurt … that
she was grown up and could stand up to things. But this was like a dozen
wasps in a line across her bottom, stinging mercilessly. She heard a sound.
It was an ‘Aaarrgh!’ escaping from her tight lips. Her bottom wiggled
uncontrollably.

Jane waited for the squirming to subside. A thin white stripe had appeared
etched across the firm young mounds and was rapidly turning crimson.
Victoria had settled down again and Jane’s mind went back to her first
introduction to the cane at school. She’d had to wait while three of her
classmates preceded her in bending across a desk, looking very much like her
daughter looked now, though tight white knickers covered their bottoms. The
teacher hadn’t seemed to take the cane back far, but used a flick of the
wrist to impart momentum on impact. From the gyrations it had caused it
certainly had the desired effect. Jane would try to do the same.

She aimed for the under- part of Victoria’s buttocks, just above the crease
with the thighs. She took the cane back about three feet and then brought it
back, flexing her wrist as she did so. It worked to the extent that the cane
bit well into the taut skin, but her aim had been deflected and the tip of
the cane sank into the back of Victoria’s right thigh. There was a loud
squeal and Victoria leapt up rubbing her thigh furiously and tears trickled
down her cheeks. Jane told her to get back down at once. Vicky stuttered
that she couldn’t stand any more, it hurt terribly.

Jane knew the ordeal her daughter was going through, but she also knew that
if she didn’t insist on being obeyed this time, she would start to lose
control of Victoria in the future.

“Get back down at once Victoria,”

“I c-can’t mum .. pleease … it hurts too much … I won’t do it again ..
I’m sorry … pleeease.”

Victoria was hopping up and down while making her speech. Jane looked at
Robert.

“Hold her over the chair please Robert … let’s get this over with.”

“Come along young lady .. the sooner you obey the sooner it will be
finished.”

Robert held his hand out to his daughter and, eventually, she was coaxed
back over the chair with her father standing in front of her, his hands
firmly on her shoulders to pin her down.

Jane wanted to finish it too. She hated having to do this. Again she
measured the cane across the lower bottom and whipped in a sharp stroke.
Victoria tried to rear up but was held firmly by her father. At the other
end her legs kicked out and her feet drummed on the floor. Jane wasted no
time in applying a fourth stroke to re-energise the wild movements of
Vicky’s lower half.

It took a couple of minutes before Vicky subsided sufficiently for Jane to
say, “get up Victoria.” Robert released his daughter and stood back. Vicky
slowly and painfully got to her feet. Her hair was dishevelled and tears
streamed down her cheeks as she sniffled. A hand went to he bottom but was
quickly withdrawn as a touch on one of the weals awoke the wasps again.

“That was a taste Victoria. Next time you behave like that it will be worse,
do you hear?”

“Y-yes M-mum … I w-won’t do it again .. ever … p-promise. … I’ll b-be
g-good … ho-honest.”

” All right … now get yourself ready for bed and I’ll come up soon and
tuck you in.”

Jane and Robert left Victoria’s room. Jane took the cane to her bedroom and
hung it in the wardrobe before following Robert downstairs. She needed a
drink to wash away the nasty taste she had in her mouth.

Upstairs, Vicky dragged herself to the bathroom, splashed water on her face
and cleaned her teeth before getting into her pyjamas. She was still sobbing
and her bottom was still smarting intolerably. She tried to pull her pyjama
bottoms up but she was too sensitive to have the material near her skin.
With them at her ankles she shuffled to the mirror and twisted round to try
to see the damage. What she saw was four narrow crimson stripes burning deep
into her bottom. She couldn’t believe how such thin lines could hurt so
much, as if she had sat on some red hot wires. She climbed on to her bed and
automatically started to lie down on her back. Immediately she leapt up with
a loud yowl.

Half an hour later, refreshed by a drink and feeling calmer, Jane went up to
her daughter’s bedroom. She smiled at the sight of her little girl face down
on top of the covers, pyjama pants at her ankles, displaying her striped
bottom in all its glory. The very pose that Jane had adopted at that age
after a visit from the very same cane. How she adored her little girl.
Gently she bent over Vicky, putting an arm over her and whispering in her
ear. “I love you darling. It is all over.would you like me to put some cream
on your bottom to soothe it?”

Vicky turned her head to look at her mother and thought for a moment. “No
thank you Mummy. I know I was horrible tonight and deserved that spanking,
…. It was really awful and I don’t ever want it again…. But I don’t
think I should cheat and let you make it a bit better mum.”

Jane was overcome. Tears welled in her eyes and she hugged Vicky tightly,
kissing her over and over. “You’re a wonderful girl Vicky and I’m very proud
of you. Now try to get some sleep. Night dear.”

Jane walked quietly out of the room and down to Robert. Vicky smiled,
feeling secure. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes.

By carol

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