its been so crazy fun, work flow great, time with life great. Love what lifestyle can do.
LI and James were waiting for the bell to ring at exactly 9pm.
To pass the time, they played Daddy / daughter on the sofa. Daddy wore a shirt and pants. He tore off all of LI’s clothes. She knew it meant a thrashing and more, so she resisted strenuously. It was futile: in 2 minutes LI was naked as a baby and over his knee. “Why, Daddy?” pled LI. “Because it makes us horny. Just a warm-up, love. We’ll have more fun with danny in 20 minutes. Push it up, please. You can use your vibrator, but don’t come yet.”
Daddy spanked LI’s sit-spots and fingered her puss between strokes until she wiggled and wanted to come.
“Ok, honey, sit on the sofa and rest while I strip. I want to see you give danny a good thrashing.” He undressed, and put LI’s hand round his hard cock. LI was giving Daddy a slow handjob, when he caught sight of danny looking in the window. He did not say what he had seen. “Mouth. Deep in, honey. Right in.
The bell rang. James pulled out and they put on their bathrobes. “Get it, please, honey.”
Danny appeared looking shame-faced. LI instructed “Strip so I can thrash you naked.” He complied, his cock already rising. She tied him face-down on the bench, dropped her robe and took the tawse from James. Danny wriggled as LI stood to let danny see her naked. She ran the tawse through her hands and moved to danny’s left. LI raised the tawse and lashed his ass 6 times. Danny bucked and sobbed. James said “ He was spying on us through the window.” “Oh, you like watching, do you?” said LI, rhetorically. I’m going to blow James. Want to watch, you worm?”
She untied danny and hoisted him to stand under the hanging rings where she tied his wrists to them. His cock was flaccid. LI strapped on the metal cock-cage, and then shoved the butt plug into his ass. Danny danced in frustration, his cock straining. She stood to show off her body. “I’ll be back, worm. Like what you see? Cock straining to rise, is it?”
James watched LI’s actions with excitement. She knelt between his legs and wanked his tumescent cock. “In deep, honey. All the way.” LI could see danny struggle to contain himself. She took James’s cock deep in her throat, bobbing her head. James came, spurting down LI’s throat. They relaxed on the sofa, watching danny’s discomfort James stroking LI’s pussy.
Life has been so busy. Promise I am going to get more active on posting.
My summer will be full of Mustangs and Motorcycles..
Hopfully with some added BDSM fun. Mixing all three of them is always fun.
This is an infomercial for WeCare.com.
Hello, my name is Connie and I am the founder/owner of WeCare.com. I would like to take the next half hour to tell you all about my company. We specialize in providing babysitters and nannies for the care of your children. But first, I would like to tell you a little bit about myself. I am the oldest of four siblings. My parents were very strict and they encouraged me to be strict too. I often helped them with the family punishments. They were so proud of the way I handled my brothers and sisters that they would often discuss this with other parents who used spankings. This led to me babysitting a couple of kids in the neighborhood. Once the other parents around town saw how well behaved the children were, I was booked solid. All my time, except for school, was spent taking care of unruly brats who needed to be disciplined. After high school, I became a full time nanny. Moving from house to house. At twenty three I got married and later had two daughters. I still worked as a nanny, part time, but not as much. Fifteen years later I got divorced. I was a single mother with two daughters. I needed to find a source of income and the only thing I was good at was caring for children. So I started this company. It started with me calling up a couple of contacts that I had built up over the years. And it has grown from there. As you’ll see, I am very thorough in selecting my employees.
Connie walks into another room. It is plain except for two chairs and a desk. Sitting in one of the chairs is a twenty six year old woman. In one of the corners is an eleven year old girl. She is softly whining.
Shush child, I will have none of that. Mommy is working. The girl goes silent.
Connie walks over to the woman and the lady stands up to shake her hand. They both sit down on opposite sides of the desk. She starts to interview the woman.
Hello, Ms. March. I have read your application and I did a background check. Everything seems to be up to par, so far. As you have probably already seen, my waiting room is full of potential employees. It seems everybody wants to get a job here. My clients expect the strictest discipline for their children. I will need you to demonstrate your skills. One of my two darling daughters with help us out with this part.
Isn’t that right, sweety?
Now, don’t go easy on her if she starts crying right away. I’ve had two interviews already this morning and this one will be the last one before lunch break. Her behind might be a little sore, but I really need to see what you can do. And remember, I see at least six people a day, five days a week. So you really need to make an impression on me. Upon hearing that, the little girl starts to cry. For this part of the interview, Ms. March, the scenario will be that you just found one of my client’s daughters playing with matches. You have put her in the corner to await punishment. GO.
The woman stands up and walks over to the little girl. You have been very naughty, she says. She puts her hand on the girls shoulder and gives her five whacks to the seat of her pants.
Do you know how dangerous that is? You could have burned down the house.
She gives her five more whacks. The girl winces every time her butt is struck. She doesn’t say anything, just whimpers. The woman grabs her under her shoulder and pulls her over to the chair. She sits down and flattens out her skirt.
You are in for one hell of a spanking, miss. By the time I am done with you, it is going to feel like I lit a fire under your ass with those matches.
Connie’s daughter starts to loudly sob at this point. Ms. March unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down. She turns the girl around so she can get a good look at her bottom as she pulls her panties down. She grabs the waistband and pushes them down to meet her jeans. Kelly’s butt is still glowing from the earlier spankings. The lady tells her to bend over and get comfortable, you are going to be here for a while. She raises her hand as high as it will go and slams it down on her left cheek. She does the same thing to the right one. Over and over she repeats this process. The little girl instantly screams and doesn’t stop until she hears the lady speak.
You are never to play with fire. Do you hear me? You are going to be one sorry little girl when I’m done with you. Your little behind is the only thing that’s going to be burning up in this house. If I ever catch you playing with matches again I am going to make you fetch your father’s belt and use it, after I blister your butt.
Kelly’s behind was turning a dark red. Ms. March was looking for any pale spots to spank. Once she covered the girl’s entire bottom she looked up at Connie. She did not look impressed. Ms. March then reached into her pocketbook and pulled out a hairbrush. Connie smiled and nodded for her to continue. She raised the hairbrush the same way she had raised her hand and brought it down as hard as she could. The girl screamed even louder this time. The hairbrush left little oval marks all over her butt. After she covered every inch of the poor little girl’s sore cheeks, she did it again, just to be sure Connie would be pleased. The girl was a bawling mess. Exhausted, the woman dropped the hairbrush and looked over to Connie.
Excellent work, Ms. March. I think you have what it takes to work for me. I’ll give you a call.
Connie walks back to the first room she was in before.
I have any kind of babysitter you could want. From teen girls to older ladies. All have been approved by me. And if any of them ever makes a mistake in your home, well let’s just say they will never do it again. Misbehaving children are my specialty. From toddlers to teens. Do you need a live in nanny? I can help you out with that too. I have a wonderful mature woman straight from England. She’s a master with the cane. Whatever your needs are, I’m sure I have the right person for the job. Think it’s too late for spankings or your teen is too old? Let me introduce you to Mrs. Stout.
Connie walks in to another room. It is similar to the last one. A desk and two chairs. This time there is a tall, mean looking, heavy set woman in the room. In the corner is a sixteen year old girl, completely naked. You can see that she has recently been paddled.
I see you’ve started without me, Connie says.
This one just went bonkers when she saw me come in the room. I had to calm her down, answered Mrs. Stout.
Connie walks over to her oldest daughter and whispers in her ear.
When we get home tonight, what happened here is going to feel like a pleasant dream.
I’m looking forward to it mother, Carrie snickers.
Her mother walks behind the desk and sits down.
What we have here is an uncooperative teenager. This is Mrs. Stout’s specialty. Ma’am, would you please demonstrate how you would deal with such a problem.
The huge lady calls over to Carrie to come and bend over the desk. She doesn’t move. The lady asks again. Carrie says ‘No’. The woman walks over to her and grabs her by the back of the neck. She lifts her up and drags her over to the desk. The teen is barely on her tippy toes the whole way over. She pushes her head down to meet the desk and picks up a paddle. She swings it down hard, flattening out the girl’s cheeks. The paddle rains down over and over in the same spot. A red rectangle shaped mark can be seen across her behind. The girl hardly makes a sound. ‘You done yet’, Carrie asks. Mrs. Stout takes the paddle and puts it in between the teenagers legs. She starts tapping the inside of her thighs, A little harder each time, until the teens legs are spread out as far as they can go. The woman begins to paddle her again. Every blow pushes Carrie’s legs an inch closer to the desk. She hits the same spot every time. Two, small, beet colored bruises start to appear on each cheek. Little gasps come out of the teen with every whack. Mrs. Stout stops when the front of the girl’s legs touch the desk. Carrie is heaving like she had the wind knocked out of her. When she catches her breath she says, sarcastically,’ Thank you ma’am, may I have another’.
Connie looks up from the desk and begins to talk. Normally this would be enough for any child. But those of you with teenagers, who just won’t give up control, know what I am talking about .More is needed and Mrs. Stout is only half way done.
Mrs. Stout puts the paddle down and walks behind Carrie. She puts her hands on the girl’s hips and picks her up. She sits down on the chair and tilts the girl’s body forward. The teen’s hands go down to the floor and her legs rest on the woman’s lap, separated by her body. She is in the wheelbarrow position. The lady raises both her hands sideways and brings one, then the other, down on the outsides of the left and right sides of Carrie’s cheeks. She has the hands of a brick mason. The skin on her palms is thick and hard. Each cheek wobbles from left to right with every smack. When she is satisfied, she puts her hands out straight and starts to spank her at the top of her bottom where it reaches her back. This brings out real ‘Ooos’ and ‘ouches’ from the teenager. After this humiliating experience, Mrs. Stout picks the girl up and sets her on her feet. She tells her to place her hands on the desk and bend over. Carrie is very compliant at this point. The woman picks up a thin leather strap. It’s about two feet long but only three inches wide.
Connie speaks. This is Mrs. Stout’s implement of choice for rebellious teenagers. Trust me, your teen will never forget it.
And with that, Carrie starts to cry. Mrs. Stout takes a step back and swings the strap. Just as the tip is about to strike, she flicks her wrist. A loud SNAP echoes around the room, followed by a loud yelp.
Connie speaks again. This feels like taking a rubber band and putting it around your wrist. Pulling it back as far as you can and letting go. Except ten times worse. Please continue, Ma’am.
Mrs. Stout tells Carrie that she wants her to tell her ‘No’ after each hit for not coming out of the corner when called. The lady proceeds to paint little quarter sized marks, like the ones from the paddle, all across the girls bum. Strike after strike you hear SNAP YELP NO. Finally, Carrie is crying like a well spanked little girl. She grabs her butt cheeks and falls to the floor. She starts to murmur, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Connie and Mrs. Stout smile at each other. She stands up and leaves the room.
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The Griffen family is preparing for their annual trip to the mall to see Santa Claus. The children are in the kitchen writing their lists to show Santa. Timmy looks over at his younger sister. She is kneeling on the chair, her little tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth, concentrating hard on her list. She looks up and asks him if he knows how to spell ‘roller skates’. He tells her how it’s spelled and she writes it down with her green crayon. Timmy looks back down at his own list and sighs. It’s a long one this year. Their mother comes in and announces that it is time to go. Yay, Suzy yells enthusiastically. Timmy does not feel the same way. He puts his head down and follows everybody out the door.
On the way to the mall, Suzy is talking a mile a minute. She is really excited to see Santa. She can’t wait to show him her list. Timmy hasn’t said a word since they left the house. His mother asks him what is wrong. She wants to know why he is being so quiet. He tells her that he wrote a lot of things down and he was worried about what Santa was going to say about his list. She tells him that it’s too late for that now and don’t worry about it, Santa is going to give him everything he deserves. Timmy slumps back in his seat and crosses his arms in front of his chest. He tells his mom that it just isn’t fair.
The whole family walks to the center of the mall. It is very festive with decorations every where. There are two lines of children. The father takes Suzy’s hand and gets in the right line The mother grabs Timmy’s hand and gets in the line to the left. There is a definitely a difference in attitudes between the two sides. Suzy’s line is filled with kids jumping up and down, chatting away. Timmy’s row is more somber. The boys and girls are all staring at the floor. Some are even crying. Timmy hears some loud smacks coming from the front of the line. He peeks his head out to take a look. He sees a little girl over Santa’s lap. Her skirt is pulled up and she is getting spanked on her panties. The little girl starts to holler. He looks over at the end of the other line and sees a boy sitting on Santa’a lap, smiling. Timmy pulls his head back in line and looks at his list again. There are twenty different things on it. He is getting anxious now. He pulls on his mother’s hand to try and get out of line. He asks her if they can come back another time. She tells him no. He tries to get loose from his mom and run away. She holds him tight. His mom tells him to behave or she’ll add another thing to his list. He calms down. Timmy does not want his list to reach twenty one.
Fifteen minutes later, Timmy takes another look. This time it’s a little boy over Santa’s lap. He is getting spanked over his clothes. Timmy thinks the boy is lucky. He must have a short list. Five items or less and you get spanked over your clothes. Six to ten and it’s on your underwear. Eleven to fifteen and you get it bare bottom in front of everybody. If you have sixteen to twenty things on your list, you get your naked behind smacked with the hairbrush. Twenty one and up and it’s Santa’s special little paddle with ‘Randy the Red Butt Reindeer’ on it.
Another fifteen minutes and Timmy is nearing the front of the line. The slaps and crying are getting louder now. He peeks again and sees that it is another girl. Her pants and panties are down around her ankles. Santa is spanking her bare bottom with the hairbrush. Every time he lands a blow, she howls out in pain. Her butt is redder than his over-sized suit. She is begging and pleading that she will be a good girl next year. Santa pays her no mind and keeps on walloping her. Timmy shutters at the sight he is witnessing. Soon it will be his turn. He looks over to the line with his sister in it and sees that she is happily singing along with the Christmas music that’s playing through out the mall. He wishes he was in that line.
When Timmy is next in line, he looks in between the two Santas. Standing there are some of the kids who went before him. They are standing with their backs to everybody and their hands on their heads. The children have to remain in the same state that they were spanked in. There’s a girl and a boy, the way they came to the mall, fully clothed. Next to them is the girl who got the hairbrush. She can hardly stand still. Her behind is beet red and he can almost see it throbbing. She is still crying. To her left is a small boy. His pants are down and he’s wearing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles underwear. He turns his head around to see if anybody is looking. When he sees that everybody is, he blushes and quickly turns his head back around. The last person looks like a teenage girl to Timmy. Her skirt is on the floor and her panties are on full display for the whole mall to see. She has on red and green holiday underwear with the words ‘Tis The Season’ written across her buns. The kids are made to stand there for the benefit of the children in the ‘Nice’ line. That way all the good kids can see what would happen to them if they were to be naughty next year.
It’s Timmy’s turn now. He looks over to the other side and sees his sister climbing onto Santa’s lap. He hands his list to his Santa. The jolly looking man reads it over and says ‘you’ve been very naughty this year’. Then he adds ‘looks like you’ll be getting it bare bottom with the hairbrush’. Timmy’s mother is already unbuttoning his pants. She pulls them down and then grabs the waistband of his underwear. She pulls them down to meet his pants. She picks him up and places him over Santa’s lap. A short lady dressed as an elf comes over and hands him the hairbrush. She whispers in Timmy’s ear ‘naughty, naughty, naughty’. The white bearded man raises the brush and whacks it down with full force. He is very good at what he does. He has had a lot of practice over the past few weeks. Ten hours a day, seven days a week. He really loves his job. The pain is instantaneous for Timmy. Every blow hurts more than the last one. It doesn’t take long before Timmy is hooting and hollering. Santa spanks him in the middle of the left cheek. Then the right. Next he spanks in circles around the first strikes, alternating between the two cheeks. Then he makes a bigger circle around what he has already done. On and on till Timmy’s behind is glowing red. As one particularly hard smack lands, it forces Timmy to raise his head. Through his tear filled vision, he sees his sister stick her tongue out at him and then she smiles. Because he is so full of emotion right now, he carelessly yells out ‘I hate you, Suzy’. Santa stops spanking him. It feels like the whole world has stopped. Until his mother speaks up. What did you just say, his mother asks. She scolds him about how he should love his sister and tells Santa that she thinks that she is going to add another item to his list. That means his list of wrong doings has reached twenty one. Timmy realizes this and screams in horror. He begs and pleads to be forgiven. His mother is unsympathetic and calls for the paddle. The female elf from earlier delivers it quickly to the man in red and white. Santa shows the paddle to Timmy. It is slightly bigger than a ping-pong paddle On the front is the first half of a reindeer, crying his eyes out. On the other side is the back half, with a very bruised bottom. Timmy’s fears grow. He wails in anticipation. Santa doesn’t keep him waiting for long. A loud splat is heard echoing around the mall. Another and another. Kids in line start to cry from what they are seeing. Santa does not hold back. He spanks Timmy until there is a puddle of snot and tears on the floor under his head. The little boy is all cried out. The only thing he is doing now is gasping for air. He comes back to life when his mother picks him up off of Santa’s lap. She takes out some tissues from her purse and wipes his face. She puts her hands on his shoulders and guides him over to were the other spanked kids are standing. His mother takes his hands and places them on his head. As she walks away he hears a lot of ‘wows’ and ‘oh my gosh’ from the crowd. He even hears one lady tell her daughter ‘you see that, that’s what your little butt’s gonna look like soon’. The little bit of numbness that comes from a spanking like this starts to fade and Timmy is beginning to feel the fire on is rear end again.
He hears his sister’s voice. She’s telling her Santa that she really, really wants some roller skates for Christmas. She thanks Santa and climbs down from his lap. As she walks by her brother she says ‘nah nah’. Right at that moment her father grabs her hand and tells her to stop teasing her brother. He then walks her over to the ‘Naughty’ line. He tells his wife to go do some shopping because they are probably going to be a while. He tells Suzy that they are going to make a new list. She starts to whimper. Timmy looks back to see were his parents are. He sees his father and sister standing in the spanking line. He turns back around and smiles. He knows his sister is going to be spanked It’s the only thing he wants for Christmas.
My Sister’s Friend
My sister had a best friend named Alexis. She was my first real crush. She had a very cute face but what I remember the most about her was her cute little behind.
All the kids in my neighborhood use to go to a place we called The Falls. It was a waterfall in the woods near my house. We would go there to swim and play in the water. I’ll never forget the day I went there and saw my sister and her friend playing in their bathing suits. Up till this point I kinda liked her, but never paid any attention to her. When I saw her beautiful butt in that blue, flower print, one piece, I became obsessed with her. I stopped hanging out with my friends and would come home right after school. Hoping my sister and Alexis would be there. I became more interested in what my sister was doing. Which was a change because she use to follow me around. This was right around the time I started to spank my sister. I started to wonder what it would be like to spank my sister’s friend. In my head it was different than the spankings I gave Mindy. When I pictured myself spanking Alexis, it was always playful. She could do no wrong in my eyes. When she was around I would flirt with her and she would flirt back. But I always got real nervous after awhile and left. This was the first girl that I ever felt shy in front of. I really started to like her. All of her, inside and out. She was cute and kind.
One day, my sister asked her to sleepover. When I found out, I called one of my friends over to hang out. I needed somebody to keep my sister busy. When it was just the three of us, I always felt a little odd. Whenever me and Alexis would talk, my sister would always jump in to the conversation. I don’t blame her, after all, it was her best friend. I just wished we could have more time together. Later that night, after my mother went to work, I put my plan into action. All I really wanted to do was find a way I could playfully slap her butt. Alexis and my sister had changed into their sleeping clothes. She was wearing a long white tee shirt. I remember every time she walked in front of me I could see the outline of her underwear. I could also barely see the color of her panties, too. I started to flirt with her and she flirted back. So then I started to tickle her and she giggled. She was very ticklish and would slap me lightly on my hands. I would slap her hands lightly back. This started a playful slap fight. I took a chance and slapped her behind. She didn’t mind, so every couple slaps I would go back to her butt. I started to tickle her again and she got up to run. I chased her in to my room and we fell on my bed. We continued to tickle and slap each other until we were exhausted. She was laying on my lap, looking up at me. We just stared in to each others eyes for awhile. I started to think about spanking her again. My bed was next to the wall. I was leaning up against it with my back and my legs were straight out in front of me. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her around. She didn’t resist. In fact, she scooted up so her butt was right over my lap. I placed my hand on her tee shirt that was covering her behind. I was really nervous. This was the first time I was touching the ass of somebody that I liked. Alexis didn’t say anything but she did lift her butt up and down when I touched it. I picked my hand up and spanked her lightly. I looked over at her head. She was just laying there with her arms folded under her chin. I spanked her again. I felt such a rush. This was way different than my sister’s spankings. I was getting a little excited. I kept going, taking my time. I threw in a couple hard ones to see how she would react. Every once in awhile I would hear a low moan. I started to pull her tee shirt up, but she reached back to stop me. I guess that was enough for now. I turned her over and leaned down to kiss her. She kissed me back. She was the first girl I kissed that I was actually in love with. We kissed a little more and went to sleep. She slept in my bed that night. All we did was spoon. I remember the heat coming off her behind against my body. I was a little embarrassed because it made me kinda excited. But she didn’t seem to mind.
This started one of my greatest relationships ever. Wherever you are ‘Alexis’, I still love you.
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“Amy, your father and I are leaving for the Friday night auction. Come say goodbye.”
“Yes Di…an…, I mean, mother.” she yells from the kitchen.
She scurries towards us standing at the front door. She’s wearing name brand jeans and a designer top that I bought for her. Before she met me she hardly had any clothes at all. I see the look of fright on her face. She knows better than to call me Diane. Three and a half years I’ve been dealing with this little brat.
“I heard what you said. We have talked about that many times. I thought you would have learned by now.”
The look of terror and sadness on her face is priceless. I’ll let her feel that for awhile. I have somewhere to go, anyway.
“We’ll be back in a couple of hours. You know the rules. We expect you to behave.”
A look of relief comes across her face.
“Yes mom, I will. Thank you.”
She always tries to thank me when I don’t spank her. She should be thanking me for spanking her. After Amy gives us a hug and a kiss, we walk out the door.
“Hold on honey, I forgot something,” I tell my husband.
I walk back in the house and Amy peeks around the corner. The smile on her lips turns into a frown. I walk upstairs to her bedroom. There are three huge wardrobe closets that I bought for her. They are full of outfits that we have purchased together. Right now, I am only interested in two of the closets. I walk over to one of them and open the door. What kind of outfit do I want? Let’s see. Amy forgot to call me mommy. She’s my little girl. Alright, I see something that will do the job. I pull out a cute little dress. It’s pink with big white polka dots on it. It has a fabric belt around the waist that ties into a bow in the front. It’s sleeveless and has a V-neck neckline. I place it on the bed then walk over to her dresser. I open the sock and underwear draw. I grab a pair of short socks that have pink ruffles on the tops of them. They match the dress perfectly. I pick up two different packs of cartoonish underwear for girls ages 6 to 8. Pretty Princesses or Tinker Fairies? I see a light pink pair in the fairy package and take them out. I hold them up and there is a little fairy on the front and a bigger one on the back. Amy is going to look so cute in these. I place the panties at the bottom of the dress on the bed and put the socks under that. I take a look at the outfit and remember when we bought it.
O.k., I’ll admit it. I’m a shopaholic. I just love to buy things. Especially clothes. It happened about five years ago when I started my own business. I sell upscale handbags on the web. And I make a fortune doing it. I met my husband and Amy when she was twelve years old. She was so out of control back then. Her father was depressed from the divorce and didn’t care what she did. I had to start spanking her before we even got married. She was very defiant back in those days. She hated me, probably still does. I would spank her and spank her and she would still have an attitude. No matter how many times I would redden her butt, she would still get into trouble. I almost gave up on her. The only time we bonded is when I took her shopping. She loves to go shopping. Well, half the time anyway.
One day, when Amy was thirteen, I took her shopping at a big clothing store. She was looking at these shirts that I thought were way too inappropriate for girls her age. They had all these raunchy sayings on them. I looked across the aisle and saw some very pretty dresses. I suggested we should take a look at them. She said ‘No, those are for babies’ real snotty. I told her to mind her manners or she would be in for a firey bottom when we got home. She didn’t seem to care and went on talking.
“I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a teenager now. I’ll wear what I want.”
“Nonsense girl, I’m the one who buys your clothes so I’m the one who decides what you wear.”
I grabbed her hand and started for the other side of the aisle. She tried to resist. I pulled her along with me until we got there. She was putting up such a fuss. She really hated those pretty dresses. That’s when I got an incredible idea.
“You really don’t like these clothes, do you?”
“No, everybody at school will laugh at me.”
“That’s going to be the least of your problems from now on. I think we are going to find a beautiful dress and some brand spankin’ new panties and see how you look in them. Ahh, what a cute little girl you are going to be.”
“No, please don’t make me do that. I’ll be good.”
“Too late for that now. And after you change into your new clothes I am going to spank you like I’ve never spanked you before.”
Amy started to stomp her feet like a child. I reached over her and slapped her on the butt.
“You want me to do this right here and now, in this store. I’ll have you change and come back out here. Then I’ll bend you over so everybody can see your little panty clad behind. Oh. and the noise. First the sounds made by my hands spanking your disobedient ass and then the cries that will follow. You’ll draw a wonderful crowd in no time. Is that what you want?”
“No, mama, no!! Please don’t do that.”
“Well then, I suggest you help me pick out one of these pretty, pretty dresses.”
After picking the dress, we headed over to the underwear section. Amy did not look happy. I held up various packages and put into a pile all the ones she shook her head no to. When there were five packs I handed them to her.
“Mom, these are the ones I didn’t want. I don’t want to wear little kids underwear”
“I know. That’s why I am buying them. You are going to be changing your clothes before I spank you from now on. If you don’t want to wear them, then don’t misbehave.”
Amy looked really sad. I could tell that this was going to work. Next we went over to the beauty department. I found a hair band with a small bow on it. It was pink and covered with small white dots. It will go good with the dress. Lastly, I went to the aisle with the hair products.
“Amy, help me pick out your new hairbrush.”
“But I already have some hairbrushes.”
“Those are all made of plastic. We need a strong wooden one.”
She looked at me puzzled. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a brush that was colored red. I went over and picked it up. It was painted to look like a ladybug from the back. I showed it to Amy.
“How ’bout this one.”
She liked it. We headed to the register to pay and go home. At home I told Amy to go change and meet me in the living room in fifteen minutes. She put her head down and walked up the stairs. I sat down on the couch. I started to think about all the new possibilities. I could take her shopping for embarrassing outfits every time I was going to spank her. Yes, what an excellent excuse to go shopping. Maybe different outfits for certain misbehaviors. I was getting excited just thinking about it.
Just then, Amy came walking down the stairs. She looked just like an eight year old girl. She was very unhappy. She looked like she wanted to cry. She dragged her feet and stood in front of me. I reached up with both my hands and pinched her cheeks.
“You are such a cutie. I just want to eat you up.” I joked.
I could tell that this was very humiliating for her. Good. If this is what works, so be it.
“Lift up your dress so I can see those pretty little panties.”
“Mom, this is so uncomfortable. Do I really have to do this?”
“Yes. And when you are dressed like this you will call me mommy. When you are dressed like a little girl you will act like a little girl. Now pull up your dress.”
She slowly pulled up her dress. She had chosen a white cotton pair with small multi-colored balloons spread out across the front and back.
“Turn around. I want to see that tush.”
The little underwear clung tightly to her behind. What a sight. I made her stand there like that for a couple of minutes.
“How old are you?”
“How old do you feel right now?”
“That’s right. I want you to remember this the next time you think about getting into trouble. Because next time we’ll be going to the mall. Maybe we’ll run in to some of your friends. What do you think about that?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I pulled her over my lap and brought my hand down hard. I didn’t stop until I saw the redness from her bottom coming through the thin material of her panties. I pulled her underwear down to get a better look. Yup, nice and red.
“Mommy’s got a surprise for you. Can you guess what it is?”
I picked up the ladybug hairbrush and swung it down right in the middle of her left cheek. I did it again to the right cheek. I struck her six more times in different areas. As the last one landed, I noticed that her butt matched the pattern on the back of the hairbrush. Very red, with dark splotches evenly spaced out. I chuckled to myself, then continued. Since this was Amy’s first hairbrush spanking I didn’t go on too long. Three minutes, maybe more. I was concentrating so hard at the task at hand that I didn’t hear a word she said. All I heard now was a loud pitchy wail.
“How old do you feel NOW?”
“S S Six.”
“Good. I think we are are done here then. I want you to go stand in the corner until your father comes home. I want him to see what a pretty little girl you are.”
I followed her over to the corner. I told her to put her hands straight up and then reach back over her shoulders. I lifted the dress up and placed it in her hands.
“This is how you are going to do corner time when you are wearing a dress. You better not drop it or you’ll get double of what you just got.”
I reached down and straightened out her panties. I pulled the middle part down so it was just below her knees. I took a step back and admired my work.Yes, this was going to work out just fine.
“Honey, we’re going to be late for the auction.” I hear my husband call from downstairs.
I walk downstairs and find Amy in the kitchen.
“I left something on your bed. You better be wearing it and in the corner by the time I get home tonight.”
There’s that look again. Priceless