It would hurt to sit down the next day. As she rubbed her sore swolen

buttocks, she started to have the strange hot aroused feeling again.

The spanking her mother had given her was the hardest she had ever

gotten and she certainly had not enjoyed it. But it had been

strangely arousing too. She lay in bed that night on her stomach, her

bottom sore from her punishment. Her hands were under her, caressing

her vulva and her clitoris. As her excitement mounted she thought

about kneeling in the chair again, waiting for the first stroke of the

cane. But in her fantasy, it was not her mother that held the cane,

but her boyfriend, Jeff. Although the caning had been very painful

and she would have promised anything at the time to end her

punishment, the thought of Jeff giving her a caning was very exciting

now. She imagined herself quivering and crying under his strokes as

he punished her. Although the caning hurt, she raised her bottom,

giving herself to him for punishment. As she masturbated, she

imagined that after Jeff had caned her soundly, he took her from

behind, while she was still sobbing from her spanking and she

brought herself to orgasm.

F/f

Jennifer's Spanking

I have posted several stories of my own spankings, but this one details a spanking of my oldest sister. This story includes the real life memory of parental spankings delivered firmly and routinely but with love; anyone under the age of majority or for whom this topic is unappealing should read no further. I hope you like the story. I'd love to have feedback here or by e-mail if you are so inclined.

In this story you'll learn that my oldest sister, Jennifer was not immune to having her bottom spanked. This was both usual and unusual, depending on your perspective. For Jenny, it was an all too common experience, but for me it was an unusual and giddy one. You see, being four years older than me (sometimes five, depending on the time of year!), Jennifer's spankings were becoming fewer at about the that mine were reaching their height of frequency. I have no doubt that Jennifer got her fair share of spankings, I don't deny that today - but when I was little, it seemed to me that Jennifer didn't hardly get spanked at all!

If I had to guess, I would say that the years between 8 and 11 was when I got most of my spankings, and therefore spankings were very important things for me. I dreaded them, I worried about them, I recovered from them - I probably didn't go a month without one! But during that same period of time, Jennifer would have been between 12 and 15, not at all her peak period of being spanked. While I was being spanked monthly, Jennifer was getting just a couple of spankings in a year! So you can understand that Jennifer's getting spanked was a big deal to me. When I got to hear her being spanked, I giggled like a school-girl, but when I got to see her learn a lesson, I was even worse!

Jennifer was, and is, the prettiest of the girls in our family. She is the only one of our Irish brood that inherited Dad's red hair (while I inherited his Irish temper - which explains all of my foot stamping, talking-back and door slamming!), and it is still lovely hair. I mostly adored Jennifer, and still do admire her. She was our pioneer - the first-born girl who had to test the envelope and see just where the boundaries were, thus defining them for Tammy and me to push again! Although Jennifer liked to join Tammy in teasing me after a spanking, she was also the one mostly likely to be compassionate and let me cry on her shoulder and tell her how awful it had been. She is and was the most feminine of us girls, preferring dresses and skirts to pants, and never really being a tomboy - but without being a prissy girl either.

I have often teased my family that Mom and Dad learned how to spank a girl with Jennifer, then they practiced that skill with Tammy. By the time I came along, they were experts, and I paid the price. Naturally, Tammy and Jennifer each believe that she was the most frequently and the most effectively spanked of the girls, and they agree that I had it easiest since I am the youngest and '...got away with everything!' How unfair!!! Bob sniffs in superiority that Mom went easy on girls bottoms, and that only he knows how much a spanking really can sting, the rest of us were just (in his opinion) play spanked.

Another thing that you have to know is that schooling was very important to my parents. A bad report card merited a spanking - period. No discussion, no question, and probably no panties! Misbehavior in school merited a spanking - period. No discussion, no question, and probably no panties. Tests were to be brought home and presented to my parents. Homework was to be done quietly every night and was checked pretty often. If we asked for help with homework, it was never refused. If a paper to be written required a trip to the library, the ride was provided with no complaint.

Tammy had the hardest time in school, and I remember several instances where a tutor came to our house to help Tammy over something that was especially hard for her. Though Tammy often had worse grades that I did, she was never spanked for her report card if she was doing her best and working hard. If I got bad grades, they were usually the result of laziness - and the price of that was a very well-spanked bottom. Most of my report card troubles came not from the grades, but from the teacher's comments..."Pam gets too gabby and sometimes disrupts the class." "Pam does the minimum that is required without taxing herself to excel." Junk (and lies!) like that were not good things to read on my report card and made for a long, horrible and dread-filled walk home from the bus stop. I would worry and worry that I'd lose my skirt and panties and be spanked as I would read and re-read those notes, hoping to find a positive spin to put on it. Mom or Dad would, after reading these terrible lies about me, confirm my worst fears.

Another rule that was very important, both in school and out, was that if one of us was in trouble, my parents better hear it from us before they heard it from somewhere else. If a neighbor or a friends mom or a teacher or anyone called Mom to tell her that we had been up to no good, it was curtains for us.

As they thought that schooling for us was so important, so they played their role too. They were involved in PTA all the time, and with our being spread out throughout the grades and schools, they were sometimes officers of more than one PTA at a time! All the teachers knew them (which was both good and bad!).

So, with that as background, here we are with Jennifer in the middle of seventh grade. She's a big Junior High student now, and quite full of herself. I suppose that makes her an old 12-year-old, or a fairly young 13. Mom and Dad had been to a PTA meeting at her school, and Grandma was staying with us while they were out. Tammy, Jennifer and Bob were all upstairs, and I was playing downstairs with Grandma. When my parents came in, I swear I felt a wave of cold air! When Grandma asked how the evening was, Mom displayed her anger.

"It was not a good night, Mother," she said, "And Miss Jennifer has some explaining to do."

That's all I needed to hear! This is too good a morsel of news to keep to myself - Jenny is gonna get yelled at for sure, and maybe even spanked! As quickly as I could, without drawing particular attention to myself, I was upstairs in my room, telling Tammy that there was trouble in the house, and that Jen was going to know the extent of it! With me being only about 8 years old, Jennifer's trouble was a chance for paybacks for me - vengeance for all the times that she teased me when I had been yelled at or spanked!

Tammy and I wanted so badly to scamper over to Jennifer's room and tell her that she was in trouble, but it really was a good thing to keep a low profile when Mom or Dad was on the warpath. Being discovered in Jennifer's room teasing her would not have been a good thing that evening, so we hunkered down to wait and see what would happen. We didn't have to wait too long.

After some talking downstairs, Grandma left, and she wasn't gone long before the heavy footsteps of two parents were heard coming up the steps. Poor Jennifer! They are coming for her, and she doesn't even know it! Her quiet, pleasant life is about to be turned upside down (or bottoms up!), and she is unaware of her impending doom! How exciting for Tammy and me!!

Mom wastes no time on pleasantries when she arrives in Jennifer's bedroom. The bedroom door is wide open, and they are not speaking softly, so Tammy and I hang on every word.

"Well, young lady. Do you have anything to tell me?"

"I don't know what you mean, Mom. What's the matter?"

"What I mean, Miss Jennifer, is what do you think we learned at the PTA meeting tonight?"

Jennifer starts to whimper, but the foolish girl continues to play innocent and lies through her teeth. "What, Mom? There's nothing wrong! Who told you something is wrong? Everything is fine, Mom, really! What did they tell you? I haven't done anything wrong!!!!"

Now, Mom and Dad alternate filling Jennifer in on their discovery of bad test scores they hadn't heard about, missed homework assignments, tardiness (due to the donut shop just around the corner from the school - and it caused me tardiness, too!). It seems that Jennifer had fallen in amongst evil companions!

She was trapped and had no good defense. If she had told them all along that she was having trouble, they would have helped her. If she had been doing all of her homework every night, she'd have been in a lot less trouble. Had she gone from bus to school building every morning instead of bus to donut shop, she'd have been better off. Any one of these troubles would have been dealt with much less emphatically. But put them all together, and drastic measures had to be employed to help Jennifer get back on the 'straight and narrow path!'

"So what do you have to say for yourself, Jennifer Lynn?"

Jennifer is openly crying now. The use of her middle name is a clear indication that she will be sleeping on her tummy tonight.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I promise that I'll bring my grades up, and I'll always do all of my homework! See? I've been doing homework all night, Mom, really! And I'll never stop for a donut again, Mom, I promise, I really do! Oh, boo-hoo, Mom, I don't know what happened, but I swear I'm never going to let this happen again!"

"I'm sure you won't, little lady, and I'm going to give you a good reason to keep this from ever happening again." She turns to my Dad, "Will you get me my hairbrush while I get Jennifer ready for her spanking?"

Holy cow! Tammy and I are beside ourselves!! Daddy's getting the hairbrush, and Mom is going to get Jennifer 'ready' for her spanking. That can only mean one thing - Mom's gonna get Jennifer undressed for her spanking!!

I think that the only reason Mom hadn't brought her hairbrush with her was to give Jennifer a chance to explain the unexplainable, and she was not able to do so. I suspect that the spanking had been planned since the car pulled out of the school parking lot, but in fairness to Jennifer she did have a chance to defend herself.

As Dad passed by our door on his way to get the notorious child-rearing hairbrush, Tammy and I were diligently pretending not to be seeing or hearing anything. Our antenna -like ears were, however, listening to every whimper and cry from Jennifer's room.

"Get up and take off your skirt, Jennifer Lynne - RIGHT NOW!"

"No, Mommy, please?! Please don't spank me, Mom, I promise I'll do better, please?" We hear Jennifer bawling, but we also know that even as she speaks she is letting her skirt fall around her ankles. Jennifer was the meekest of the three girls, and Mom has even agreed that it wasn't nearly as hard to get Jennifer undressed as it was to get Tammy and me bare.

Dad is on his way back now, and if he glanced in our door he saw nothing but completely oblivious girls. I can see him as he goes in Jennifer's room, and he gives the door a shove with his hand. Since we lived in an old farm house, you have to understand that with the carpeting and the old house sagging, doors were not inclined to close themselves. If a door was to be truly closed and latched, someone had to pay attention. They just didn't swing freely on their hinges anymore, and they didn't fit into the frames right anymore. Daddy's half-hearted shove left the door almost as far open as it was closed. His back is to the door, so he's not aware of it, but I am!

Mom instructs, "Now take down your underpants, little miss, and lie down." and I am beside myself!!! Jennifer has to take down her underpants!! And Daddy is right there!!! Sure, Daddy takes down my panties when I need a spanking, but I'm just little. Jennifer is a big girl - she's 13 - really Jennifer is a woman! She has a bra and has real hips already! (Though she really hated it when we called her "'Bubble Butt!") I just can't imagine what it must be like for her to have to push down her underpants while Daddy is there!! And on top of it all, mom is going to spank her with that brush after she pulls down her undies!!!!

"Oh! Boo-hoo!!" she is squealing in her high pitched voice, "Please, Mommy, not bare, please??" but Tammy and I know that this bawling means nothing to Mom. From where I'm sitting I can see the foot of Jennifer's bed, and I can't resist the evil temptation to move - just a little. Well, just a little more. Maybe over this way just a bit.

I am so intrigued that I can't move my eyes. Jennifer, being a big girl and too strong and squirmy to hold on Mom's lap while she gets a spanking, is lying on her bed. This is something that I have to see and study because I still get turned over a knee when I get my spankings. I have to see how this works - is it better or worse? I'm also fascinated with that hairbrush. Jennifer and Bob hate it, but Tammy and I haven't met it yet - or rather, it has not met us yet! I can't believe that Mom spanks with it, and I am dying of curiosity.

From my new vantage point I see Jennifer is already on her bed, as instructed. I can only see Jennifer's knees, calves and feet, but what I see there makes me want to giggle and cry at the same time. Sneakers and socks, bare legs, and a pair of panties are what I see, leaving me nothing else to believe than that her bare bottom is on display. Jennifer's underpants are nearer her socks than her knees, and I am just horrified that she has pulled them so far down all by herself. Blocking my view of Jennifer's upper half is Mom's back, and dad is off to the other side, near Jennifer's head. The skirt that I had seen Jennifer wearing not more than ten minutes ago is now lying in a little puddle on the bedroom floor by Mom's feet. Jennifer is fully aware of what is about to happen - she has taken off her skirt, pulled down her underpants and is only waiting for the spanking to start. She is rapidly drumming her sneakers into her bed, in nervous anticipation of the drumming soon to happen further up.

Mom is leaning over the bed, and starts giving Jennifer the last lecture and the stinging spanks that traditionally start spankings from Mom. Each spank brings Jennifer's feet up in the air, and a squeal and several promises. While I always made loud 'whah!' noises, proving the depth of my sincere sorrow, Jennifer made little 'ooo' noises. Each spank was followed by the sound of an agitated owl hooting, "Ooooo! I'm sorry!" The pause while Mom continues her lecture, then SPANK, and another rise for Jennifer's feet and yet more promises and now a little harder crying, rendering her words more difficult to understand - not lacking in volume, you understand, just lacking clarity. With each lecture and spank, Jennifer squeals and begs Mom not to spank her, but things have long ago passed the point of no return.

The spanking finally starts for real. Mom's body continues to block my view of Jennifer's bottom, and I never do see the hairbrush in action, but I can have no doubt that the spanking is in full force. Mom's body sways with the rhythm of applying a good spanking, and Jennifer's feet scissor and kick against the bed as she bawls at the top of her lungs, no longer promising anything, and no longer content to go 'Oooo". If Jennifer didn't have her panties holding her feet together I think she's have kicked so wildly that Mom would have been in danger! Each wild kick stretched her panties out to the breaking point, keeping both of her feet within a short distance of each other in spite of her wild kicking.

When you are a little girl, a spanking is a wondrous thing to watch, even if you only see the spankers back and the spankee from her knees down. It is all the more wondrous when you are still subject to spankings yourself, and the one that is squealing so emphatically is your adorable and adored big sister! Jennifer's squalling made me think that death was imminent, but still the hairbrush made that intense 'smack' noise each time Mom brought it down on the big girl's bare bottom, and Jennifer was carrying on like I did, and not like the big, mature girl that she was.

It seems that the spanking is over almost as soon as it starts. My spankings always seemed so much longer, but that is likely the distortion between being an observer and an active participant! Jennifer is crying hard, I'm sure that it was plenty long for her. Mom steps back from the bed, and I see that Jennifer has indeed been spanked, and I'm beside myself to see my big sister's bare bottom glowing red from Mom's attentions with her hairbrush. Jennifer is squirming on her bed like a fish out of water, squirming first to the left, then to the right, lifting her bottom up in the air, then trying to push it down through the bed. Both of her hands are rubbing across the red cheeks of her spanked bottom as she squirms and cries, and both sneakers keep drumming into the mattress but it doesn't look to me like any of these gyrations are helping. Jennifer was one who loved to read in bed - even well past the official bedtime. Tonight she would have a natural night-light to read by, a soft red glow from under her own pajamas! I giggle as I see her bottom all bare, and I can't believe that her first priority isn't the pulling up of her underpants! Doesn't she know that Mom and Dad are still there and she is bare??

As Mom starts into her post-spanking lecture, I quickly get back to where I was. It wouldn't do to be caught spying like this, and likely Mom would be administering yet another spanking if I'd been caught. Mom lectures, Jennifer cries, and Mom gives her just a few more spanks to reinforce the lessons that she has just taught. Having seen how red Jennifer's bottom was, I knew how badly these spanks must have stung. These last spanks and Jennifer's loud crying bring tears to my own eyes. It was fun and exciting to see Jennifer's bare bottom and to see her get spanked, and it would be fun later on to tease her about it, but there was also just enough compassion somewhere deep in my soul to understand that this has been a perfectly horrible evening for my big sister. Tammy is already crying, and now I am too. Not bad, Mom...one spanking, three crying girls!

Mom and Dad leave Jennifer on her bed, still displaying her bare and spanked bottom and sobbing into her pillow. Tammy and I are crying as mom walks directly into our room, still carrying her hairbrush. I have a searing moment of terror! Did they learn something at PTA that is going to get me spanked, too? How silly - we go to different schools! Did she see me peeking at the spanking, and now she's going to put me on my bed and use that hairbrush on my bare bottom too? How silly - she was watching her oldest daughter's bottom, not the door! Nope, Mom has arrived to protect the girl that she has just so thoroughly spanked.

"I have just given Jennifer Lynne a good spanking because of her schoolwork. We will all talk about that later. Right now, though, neither of you is to bother her in any way. You leave her alone now, do you understand me? You are not to go into her room or tease her. Am I clear? You don't like to be teased when you have been spanked, and I don't want you teasing Jennifer now."

Tammy and I sniff and whimper and squeak, "Yes, ma'am." When Mom is in a spanking mood, 'Yes, ma'am' is the best response to any question. No more, no less. Tell the angry woman what she wants to hear, and protect your own bottom! Meanwhile, Dad has delivered the same message to Bob, who had been in his room with the record player playing and the door closed the whole time anyhow.

Certainly we obeyed mom's instruction - for a while! Jennifer got lots of teasing, just as we all usually got. And we did all have a talk later on about bringing home test papers and doing homework. Jennifer seemed to pay particular attention to this discussion, though I am sure that she learned everything she needed to know while mom had her lying on her bed with her panties near her ankles. A lesson learned that way is hard to forget, and much more emphatic than a discussion or lecture!

I wonder if any of our teachers noticed that we were all much more attentive students the next day? I wonder if any of Jennifer's teachers noticed that she had trouble sitting still the next day? I'm sure that those who tattled on Jennifer had to have noticed her newly developed halo and wings and studious attention!

F/f

Kelly and Her Mommy

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by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com

"Kelly Ann, I told you to put your suitcase against the wall, someone is going to trip."

Mommy sighed. Vacation trips are difficult enough in the best of circumstance but Kelly had been making sharp edged remarks during the entire drive in the car to their hotel. The weekend had just begun and already Mommy was feeling that Kelly was earning her very next spanking.

First, she insisted on playing NOFX in the car CD player despite knowing that Daddy enjoys classic rock. Then, there was the snickering when Mommy didn't understand the joke about the vending machine, the nun and the hand lotion that Uncle Herbie recounted. Daddy seemed very upset that Kelly understood that joke and gave Mommy a few warning glances himself! Uncle Herbie sometimes was a bad influence on Kelly, though he loved her very much.

"Kelly Ann, do you have to unpack Elmo first? Aren't there more important things to put away other then Elmo? And who said that was going to be your bed? You know Daddy likes to sleep near the window"

"I'm sorry Mommy"

"You will be sorry young lady, when you find yourself with a very red caboose."

Mommy saw Kelly bite her lip and blush. Mommy smiled to herself, because at least Kelly now realized that even though she was on vacation and in a small hotel room with both Daddy and Uncle Herbie, Mommy would not hesitate to pull the girl over her knee, bare her bottom and spank the living daylights out of her very cute plump derry air. That was simply the way it has always been, and a family vacation to Philadelphia was not going to change that!

"Kelly, do you want a root beer or an ice tea or just water?" Mommy opened the ice chest and waited for her answer.

"I only like ice tea, you know that!" replied Kelly while tucking Elmo under the covers.

Mommy popped open the ice tea and started handing it to her and Kelly made a wrinkled nose face.

"I don't want one NOW, I'm not thirsty at all. I guess you will just have to drink it yourself now!" Kelly giggled and looked toward Uncle Herbie with an expression that Mommy understood to mean- "Isn't Mommy a stupy stupy dum dum? - smirk!"

"Kelly Ann, if you think you can talk that way to your mother you are sadly mistaken. I won't have you behaving this way all weekend." Mommy's voice rose and just then Daddy came running out of the bathroom sporting a very big grin, which quickly changed to a frown.

"Young lady, wasn't it just two weeks ago you were caned, strapped, birched, hairbrushed and plugged before I took you to the hockey game? Did you forget your lesson that quickly?" Daddy frowned and rubbed his hands together ...with worry.

"I'm sorry Daddy, Mommy was just being cranky. You know how she gets! She is just picking on me. I am being a good girl, really I am!" Kelly smiled at Daddy and made sure her teeth show and her cute dimples too.

By this time Mommy was furious. Obviously Kelly was going to spend the entire weekend working her charms on both Daddy and Uncle Herbie to stay out of trouble! Mommy determined that this was NOT going to happen. The only way to fix this was to take Kelly across her knee right now, and show her that Mommy was not going to play this game.

Mommy put the ice tea down on the bureau and reached for the hairbrush. Immediately Kelly started to cry and protest.

"No Mommy, no fair, I didn't do anything, I was being a good girl. " Turning to Daddy. "Wasn't I Daddy? Mommy is just being mean. Please don't spank me with the hairbrush Mommy, PLEASE!" Kelly's voice rose at the end into a shriek as Mommy approached with the hairbrush.

Mommy sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Kelly across her knee, her small hands flew back to cover her bottom and her eyes pleaded with Daddy to stop this. Uncle Herbie looked up from his tourist maps and smiled. When Kelly saw this she started crying.

"Uncle Herbie, please! Daddy, no! Don't let her spank me!"

"I'll give you something to cry about young lady." Mommy grabbed Kelly's arms by the wrists and locked them behind her back, then raised the brush and immediately brought it down with a smack on Kelly's dark blue skirt. Kelly let out a scream that had Daddy quickly turning on the TV to drown out the noise.

"You think MOMMY is going to spend her ENTIRE vacation giving you warnings Kelly ANN?" The brush continued to smack up and down Kelly's skirted bottom punctuating Mommy's words. Kelly's feet kicked and her sobs became chokes, as the tears filled her eyes and nose.

"Well you are sadly misTAKEN missy, because EVERY time I see you doing something Naughty, no matter WHERE it is or WHEN it is, Mommy is going to PULL you across her KNEE and BLISTER this naughty bottom of YOURs. Your BOTTOM belongs to ME this weekend, young lady, so you BETTER get USE to not sitting DOWN."

Mommy stopped for just a moment and rubbed the hairbrush against Kelly's skirted bottom.

Daddy let a small smile escape and then reached in his front pocket .... for some gum, and offered it to Uncle Herb. The room was oddly quiet despite the news blaring on the TV.

"I'm sorry Mommy, I am, I'll be a good girl, I promise!" Kelly broke the silence and started to beg now that her voice was able to work properly again. She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped and prayed that Mommy would soon let her back up.

Mommy put the hairbrush down on the bed and flipped up Kelly's skirt. Then she started rubbing Kelly's light blue and pink flowered panties. Mommy then raised her hand up and brought it down with a loud smack on Kelly's bottom.

Kelly gasped out an "Owwwwwww" followed by a "No Mommy please I TOLD you I would be good, wasn't that ENOUGH? UGH!!"

Mommy looked up and smiled at Daddy, obviously it hadn't been. Yes, when a little girl has had enough all the bossy bad words stop and are replaced by very sweet words. Obviously Kelly Ann was long over due for a severe spanking from her Mommy. As a matter of fact, Kelly Ann was due for a weekend full of spankings, just like this one, any time, any place, long hard spankings. The kind that make a little girl realize that her words hurt and her attitude counts and her bottom pays the price.

Mommy brought her hand down again and again to Kelly's panty clad bottom. Kelly kicked, bucked and squirmed, but she couldn't get away from her mother's tight grasp. Then Mommy stopped for a moment and rubbed her hand across those smooth silky panties, Kelly felt Mommy let go of her wrists and she brought her arms around and rested her hot tear streaked face on them. She didn't try to reach back anymore, grateful to have her arms back in front of her.

Then Mommy reached for the waist band of Kelly's panties, and Kelly lifted her head and howled a defiant, "Noooooooooooooooo! Please Nooooooooo! Not on the bare mommy NOoooooo! Please!"

Mommy knew that since Kelly was a little girl, she despised having her panties taken down for a spanking, it always made her cry, yet it is a very effective punishment for a little girl. That was why, even here with Uncle Herbie and Daddy watching, Mommy did not hesitate to lower Kelly's silky blue and pink panties all the way to her knees.

Kelly gasped and hid her face in her hands, her bottom high and dark red across her mother lap. Small red blotches where the hairbrush had spanked and red blotchy hand prints covering her usually smooth white skin.

Mommy grabbed Kelly around the waist tightly and picked up the hairbrush once again. This time, the spanking caused Kelly to lift her head and groan but no naughty words came leaking out.

As the hairbrush peppered across her bottom in fast burning smacks, Kelly let out a deep groan, the kind that lets a mommy know the punishment is having a good effect. Finally, after twenty hard smacks of the hairbrush to her bare bottom, Mommy put the hairbrush back down on the bed and started rubbing Kelly's very hot bottom with her hand.

"Kelly Ann, are you going to be a good girl now?"

Kelly nodded and said "Yes Mommy, I'm sorry, I am."

"Anytime you are naughty this weekend, no matter where it is, Mommy is going to take you across her lap, lift your skirt and lower these panties, no warning, no weedling out of it, is that understood young lady?"

"Yes Mommy, I understand." Kelly lets out a shivered sigh and heard her mommy say.

"That's my good girl."

Kelly felt very safe resting across her mother's knee, knowing that now she wouldn't get away with being a bad girl - her mommy loved her too much for that.

The End

MF/f

The two 18 year old twins eyed each other nervously how did their plans

go wrong they thought. Kelly and Deborah waited for their mothers

return. They thought back to what had been they thought a foolproof plan

to cut school and hang out at the mall .