Story: Darlene's Comeuppance (carolinajim)
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F/F, nc, mouth soaping, parental, no sex
Darlene's Comeuppance
By Carolinajim
"Hi, sleepyhead!"
Sally, 14, and Mary, 12, giggled when their older sister entered the
kitchen. It was past eight o'clock, and breakfast was just about over. Even
on Saturdays, the girls were expected to be up and dressed by seven.
"Shhhhh, you little pipsqeaks..." Darlene said with a wink and a smile as
she sat down. The smile turned to a frown when the 19-year-old college
freshman saw that all the grits and hotcakes were gone. "Motherrrrrr...",
she cooed in her most pitiful voice, "will you pleeeease make me some
hotcakes..."
Lorraine turned around from the sink. She found nothing humorous about the
situation at all, especially since Darlene didn't return home last evening
until almost two in the morning. Her curfew was midnight, and her oldest
daughter knew it. "No I will not.", she answered brusquely. Her tone left
little doubt how upset she was, effectively chilling the laughter at the
table. "And why are you so dressed up?"
"Mandy and I are going into town today.There's a new Montgomery Clift movie
playing this afternoon...", Darlene said. The usual weekend wardrobe of
slacks and pullovers had been discarded in favor of a calf-length pleated
skirt and white blouse, along with bobby socks and penny loafers. She and
her sisters were forbidden by their mother to wear pants of any sort when
they went into town.
"Oh no you're not.", Lorraine said firmly, drying her hands on her checkered
apron. "You are not going anywhere, young lady. You're grounded for the next
two weeks."
Darlene's big blue eyes opened wide. She wiped a stray blond hair from her
forehead. "Why? Just because I was a little late last night?"
An exasperated Lorraine shook her head. "A little late! You were told to be
home by midnight! You were two hours late!"
"Mother, that's not fair!", she vehemently protested. "Two hours isn't that
bad! Besides, midnight is too early anyway!"
"Midnight may be too early for some girls...", Lorraine told her, "but not
for my daughters. Anyway, you know the rules. You disobeyed, and now you're
being punished for it."
Darlene hated the way her mother said that, and the change in her attitude
showed it. "I'm not your little girl anymore, Mother!", she argued loudly,
bringing surprised looks from her sisters. "I turned 19 a month ago and I'm
going to college! Don't you think I'm old enough to make my own decisions!"
Sally and Mary exchanged a quick, and worried, glance. It wasn't wise to
talk to their mother like that, especially in Darlene's tone. Lorraine had
spanked both of them, at one time or another, for doing the same thing - and
neither had been as saucy as Darlene was being now.
"You'll be old enough to make your own decisions when you are on your own
and paying your own way!", Lorraine snapped back. "Until then, you WILL do
as I say - and that includes coming home when I tell you!"
By this time, mother and daughter's faces were bright red. "But Mother!",
Darlene almost shouted, "I'm an adult!"
"Then stop acting like a little girl!", the angry mom retaliated. "You did
something wrong, and you have to take responsibility!"
"No I didn't! You were wrong in making me come home at such a stupid hour!"
Darlene was close to stepping over that imaginary line, and her sisters knew
it.
Lorraine took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. "You better watch
your step, young lady...", she warned. "You're not too old for a spanking."
Darlene was so caught up in her tantrum that not even the threat of a
bottom-warming was a deterrent. If she had been thinking clearly and ignored
her wounded pride, the argument would have ended right then and there. A
spanking from mother was nothing to fool around with. Lorraine used a
hairbrush, and always on the bare bottom. Darlene received her last spanking
when she was 14, and the young teenager's behind was sore for a week.
Her mother's words went ignored. "You make me sick sometimes!", Darlene said
to the complete and utter shock of everyone else in the kitchen. A stunned
Lorraine stared at her, not believing what she just heard. But eldest
daughter's tirade was not quite over. "You really are a stupid bitch!"
Even Darlene realized she had gone too far. Her face paled as she watched
Lorraine spring into action. "Mother I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
It was far too late for apologies. As soon as Darlene finished shouting the
words out, her determined mother had her by the arm and yanked her out of
the chair. "Alright, young lady...we are going to take care of that foul
mouth of yours right now!"
Although Darlene was taller than Lorraine, the attractive widow had no
trouble pulling the suddenly repentent daughter to the kitchen sink. With
Darlene secured with one hand, she turned the faucet on with the other
before grabbing the bar of personal-sized Ivory from the soap dish. "Open
that mouth!", she demanded. Two sharp slaps to the seat of her skirt
convinced the squirming girl to cooperate. Lorraine held the soap under
water for a few seconds before putting it between Darlene's lips. "I better
never hear you use that word again!", she warned while twisting the bar
around.
Darlene was almost gagging from the acrid-tasting Ivory. Lorraine removed it
and ordered her to her room. "Get up those stairs this minute!", she was
told in no uncertain terms, and another hard spank to her backside propelled
her out of the kitchen. Lorraine was right behind.
Racing up the steps, the only thing on the teenager's mind was the horrible
taste in her mouth. She ran to her bedroom and fell face down on the bed.
Lorraine slammed the door and headed straight for the dresser. "No Mama!",
Darlene pleaded when she saw her pick up the oval wooden hairbrush.
Lorraine sat down on the edge of the bed. "You are going to remember this
day for the rest of your life!", she promised. "Now get across my knees!"
"Mama please...", Darlene pleaded as she slowly got up. Her mother ignored
her; in a flash she was across the maternal lap. The hem of the plaid skirt
was quickly lifted, exposing the chubby yet shapely underpants-clad
buttocks. "When I get through with you...", Lorraine lectured, "you're going
to remember to act your age every time you sit down for a week." Her fingers
nestled under the panties' waistband.
"No! Don't pull them down! Please!" Darlene moaned; the white nylon briefs
descended over the snow-white cheeks and came to rest at mid-thigh. A second
later the hairbrush landed firmly on the right buttock, leaving a hot pink
oval imprint on the pale skin. She buried her head in the bedspread as the
heat spread throughout her posterior.
After the first one, the spanks came fast and hard. There was no let-up;
Lorraine was determined to teach the uppity young lady a lesson she'd never
forget. The smacks were loud enough to be heard downstairs, causing Sally
and Mary to wince every time they heard the hairbrush landing on their
sister's bottom. The wise mother chastised herself while she spanked some
sense into Darlene. "I should have done this a long time ago..."
Tears began rolling down Darlene's face long before her behind was a deep
crimson. Combined with the soapy taste in her mouth, her condition was
quickly becoming unbearable. Desperately trying not to cry out, she took
deep breaths and bit her lower lip. Only when her bottom started turning
reddish- purple and was ablaze did she finally lose control. Her cries
filled the house like a banshee in heat, sending chills down her sisters'
spines.
At last the spanking was over. Lorraine stood her up. "I don't EVER want to
see or hear you behave like that again!", she lectured the sobbing teenager
and shaking the brush in front of her for emphasis. "I think you know now
that you are NOT too old to spank, and I'll tan your bare bottom again if I
have to. Is that understood?"
Darlene was in too much pain to speak. Standing before her mother and
frantically rubbing her backside, she managed a nod even as her underpants
fell to her loafers.
"Good. Now stay in your room until you are ready to act like a 19-year-old
instead of a spoiled little child." Lorraine rose from the bed and held the
hairbrush up. "Remember, you'll get this again if you're not careful.", she
warned before putting it back on the dresser.
Lorraine slammed the door again on her way out. Alone, tears flowing down
her cheeks, Darlene gently massaged her swollen and scalded behind. She
looked over her shoulder into the mirror and quickly turned her eyes away
when she saw the reflection of her thoroughly-spanked buttocks.
Slowly regaining her composure, the punished teen carefully pulled up her
panties. The back of her plaid skirt remained around her waist, however, as
she continued rubbing her burning bottom through the thin nylon. Darlene
attempted to sit on the bed, but quickly jumped up with a moan when backside
touched mattress. "I'll never sit down again...", she cried.
Darlene caught a glimpse of the clock through tear-filled eyes. It wasn't
yet nine o'clock in the morning. Less than an hour ago she was getting ready
to go into town with Mandy and entertaining fantasies of an encounter with
her beloved Montgomery Clift. A spanking was the farthest thing from her
mind. Now, here she was back in her bedroom, nursing a sore and blistered
bottom after getting the worst spanking of her life.
Suddenly, she remembered. Mandy! She was supposed to be at her friend's
house in fifteen minutes! That was out of the question, even if she wasn't
grounded. Darlene needed to phone her, but dreaded going downstairs to use
the one in the kitchen. For a second she debated using the phone in mom's
room despite it being strictly off limits without getting permission. No.
She sure didn't want to risk another spanking.
Lorraine, Sally and Mary were cleaning up after breakfast when Darlene
entered. Mom and her two youngest were working in almost complete silence,
befitting and acknowledging the solemn rite of punishment that always was
observed after one of the girls had gotten the hairbrush. Her sisters turned
and stared, more than a little upset at what they saw. Darlene's blond hair
was uncharacteristically tussled, and her tear-streaked face showed the pain
she was in. Miraculously, she managed to keep her hands away from the seat
of her skirt that begged for attention, although one hand did brush away
tears that still fell. The soapy taste in her mouth lingered as well.
"Down so soon?", her mother asked gruffly.
Darlene lowered her head, unable to face her mother or sisters. "I need to
call Mandy, Mama...", she whimpered.
"Make sure you tell her why you can't go out today, or for the next 14..."
"Mama please!" That was the last thing Darlene wanted Mandy to know. "Can't
I just tell her I'm not going?"
Before Lorraine could answer, there was a knock on the kitchen door. It was
Mandy! She came in smiling, excited about the trip into town and the movie.
"I wanted to surprise you...". The perky redhead's voice trailed off when
she saw Darlene. "What's the matter?"
"I'm sorry, Mandy, but Darlene won't be going with you today.", Lorraine
explained. "She is being punished. I've grounded her for two weeks and she
has had her mouth washed out with soap for using unacceptable language. She
also received a spanking."
Darlene wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Her face turned beet red as
Mandy looked at her sympathetically. "That's ok...I understand.", her friend
said. Mandy really did understand. Though Darlene didn't know it, Mandy and
her sisters, including one older than her, were still subject to spankings
at home.
More embarrassed than ever before in her life, Darlene returned to her room
and cried some more. Her bottom was still sizzling, her mouth tasted like
Ivory soap, and her pride was crushed. "Why did I ever have to act so stupid
this morning...", she cried over and over.
Three hours later, a much-humbled Darlene came downstairs for lunch. She
looked much better; her hair was combed (not brushed!) and she had washed
her face. She blushed profusely - the fact that she had gotten her mouth
soaped in front of Sally and Mary, plus having her pants pulled down and
getting spanked on the bare bottom at her age was totally humiliating. The
soft pillow on her chair didn't help, either.
"Are you ready to act like the adult you say you are?", Lorraine asked while
watching her daughter gently lower herself onto the cushion.
Darlene grimaced and moaned softly as she took her seat. Even with the
pillow, sitting was terribly painful. "Yes, Mama...", she replied
obediently.
The rest of the weekend was uneventful. As was always the case after a
spanking, the other two sisters left the punished one alone to commiserate
with her conscience. While Sally, Mary and her mother went about their
business, Darlene was satisfied to spend most of the time in her room. She
avoided sitting as best she could, and when that wasn't possible she used
the big fluffy pillow from her bed. When she thought no one was around, she
rubbed her bottom tenderly, although Lorraine, Mary and Sally all saw her
doing it more than once. She had a lot of time to think, and found it
difficult to look her mother in the eye. Darlene was truly ashamed of
herself for the way she talked and acted Saturday morning, and knew she
deserved everything she got. By Sunday evening she was wracked with guilt.
"Mama, can I talk to you?", Darlene asked politely after the two younger
ones had gone to bed.
Lorraine put down her knitting. "Sure, hon...". She patted the cushion on
the couch. "Sit down."
For the first time since the spanking, Darlene sat without a pillow. It was
uncomfortable but bearable, as long as she adjusted her position every so
often. "I'm sorry about the way I talked to you yesterday...", she said,
almost in a whisper. "I really deserved to be punished."
Lorraine took her hand. "Things like this happen in every family, dear. I
wouldn't be doing my job as your mother if I didn't discipline you after the
way you spoke to me. I do hope you learned a lesson."
Darlene leaned over and gave her mom a kiss on the cheek. "I did.", she
whispered. Lorraine smiled as her daughter walked to the stairs, noticing
the teenager's hand softly rub her black-and-blue bottom through the cotton
pajama pants.
*****
Monday was not a good day for Darlene. The bruises on her backside reminded
her just how hard the wooden seats in class were, as well as bringing back
memories of the spanking. By the time her last class was over at three
o'clock her bottom was throbbing. All she wanted to do was go home and lie
in bed on her tummy.
"Darlene! Darlene!" She was nearly home when she heard Mandy calling her.
She could feel herself starting to blush.
"Hi!", Mandy said cheerfully when she caught up with her. "What's up?"
Darlene shrugged her shoulders. "Not much...". She was painfully aware of
her aching behind under her dress, slip and underpants. "Did you have a good
time in town?"
"I didn't go. I called Donna to see if she wanted to, but she had to work at
her mom's store all day. Besides, it wouldn't have been any fun without
you." The two friends started walking together. "Is your mom still mad?"
"No, but I'm still grounded. I can't go anywhere or use the phone or watch
TV or anything."
"What did you do?"
"We got into an argument.", Darlene told her. "I called her a bad name.
Believe me, I'll never do that again. Grounding and getting my mouth washed
out with soap was bad enough, but the spanking I got was a hundred times
worse. I could hardly sit in class today."
To Darlene's surprise and relief, Mandy was sympathetic. "I know how you
feel.", she said. "Mom uses a paddle on us when we're bad."
Darlene was stunned. She had no idea. "You still get spanked, too?"
"If I deserve it.", the redhead offered. "Mom says that as long as we live
in her house, we'll do as she says. That goes for Laurie, too." Laura was
Mandy's 20-year-old sister who attended the same college. She had 16 and
13-year-old sisters as well.
"Even Laurie? The sophomore class vice-president?", Darlene said in
amazement. "She always acts so mature and grown up."
Mandy nodded. "Yeah, but not in a while. She thinks she's so perfect. But if
Mom finds the cigarettes hidden in her room, she won't be able to sit down,
either. I've got some stashed away in my room, too, but no one will ever
find them."
"When was the last time you got a spanking?", Darlene had to ask.
"It was a couple of years ago, when I was 17. I stayed out too late and Mom
spanked me when I got home. And she keeps reminding me about it every time I
go out now, saying she'll do it again if I'm not home on time."
Darlene arrived home with a small smile on her face. At least she wasn't the
only college girl in town who still got spanked. She was, however, a little
worried about Mandy and those cigarettes. Mothers always seem to find those
kinds of things, no matter how well-hidden...
The End
Imsobratty
Your stories are always so wonderful. Thank you for sharing. I look forward to
each and every one!
RPGsJoni
Jim -
I've been missing your stories - thanks for adding another *hot* one to the ng
:)
Joni - hoping soon to hear about Mandy and her sister and those hidden
cigarettes
...the submissive formerly known as JoniBsub
kerrsut...@hotmail.com
Discipline is all about. Thanks for sharing.
Helen
S. Batten
note I'm looking for in an femme-femme story. Thank you for sharing
this one, and I'm looking forward to seeing more.
I could never get tired of your denouements, both because of the
mother-daughter warmth that follows the comeuppance, and also because of
the promise for future spankings that are hinted. Nice job.
Scott
"carolinajim" <carol...@greenvillenc.com>'s story concluded thusly:
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been pictures...
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