Story: The Lie
carolinajim
F/f, parental, nc, no sex
Usual warnings apply
Hope you like it,
Jim
THE LIE
By Carolina Jim
As usual, breakfast at the Martins was hectic. With four daughters, all of
them teenagers, Fran had her hands full. "Where's Debbie? Isn't she up yet?
She's going to be late for school.", the harried mom asked no one in
particular.
"She's up.", Jenny confirmed. At 19, she was the oldest and the one Fran
depended on the most. "I heard her in the shower.
Sitting at the table, 17-year-old Donna opened her notebook and took out a
sheet of paper and a pen. "Mom, will you sign this? I forgot all about it
last night." She passed them to her mother. "Sorry about that."
Fran examined the test. "C-, huh?", she said, her eyes growing stern. "No
wonder you forgot to show it to me last night. You better be doing better in
school than this, young lady. You know what happens if I see a D on your
report card."
Donna bowed her head. "Yes'm.", she answered softly. The Martin girls all
knew what would happen if they brought home an unsatisfactory report card.
It meant a spanking. Fortunately the girls were, for the most part, good
students.
"Mom, will you save me some paper bags when you go shopping today?", Brenda,
16, asked. "I need some new book covers. The old ones are falling apart."
"Sure, hon.", Fran replied. Just then youngest daughter Debbie arrived at
the table. "It's about time, Deb. Did you oversleep? Maybe you need to go to
bed earlier."
The 14-year-old bristled at the suggestion. "No, I didn't oversleep. I was
looking for my Math book."
Fran looked at the clock and hurried the girls along. "Eat up. The school
bus will be here any minute."
Donna, Brenda and Debbie gulped down the last of their breakfast, gathered
their books, and headed for the door. Each gave their mother a good-bye peck
on the cheek before leaving. "Have a good day at school!", Fran encouraged
as the girls departed.
Jenny poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down at the table with
her mother. A student at the local college, she didn't have a class until
10. "I'll do the dishes before I go, Mom.", she offered.
"Thank you, dear.", Fran said. "I have a busy day today. First is the
grocery shopping and then this afternoon I have a Ladies' Group meeting at
church. Supper might be a little late tonight. By the way, how did last
night go at Molly's? Did you get a lot of studying done? I heard you come
in. You just beat your curfew."
The tall, thin brunette nodded her head. "We got a lot accomplished. I think
I'm going to get an A in the course this semester."
Fran beamed. "That's terrific! Your father would be so proud. By the way,
how is Molly's mom doing? I haven't seen Anne Boswell in ages."
"She's fine.", Jenny replied. "She said to say hello."
"Maybe she'll be at the meeting this afternoon. I know she's been busy
taking care of her sick mother, but I heard she's doing much better now. I'd
really like to see her. If she's there maybe I'll invite her and Molly over
for supper one night this week. What do you think?"
Jenny hesitated for just an instant before replying. "That would be nice,
Mom."
*****
As Fran hoped, Anne Boswell indeed attended the Ladies' Group meeting that
afternoon at church. When the agenda was completed, she caught up with Anne
in the parking lot and invited her and her daughter for dinner the following
evening. "By the way, I hope Jennifer wasn't too much trouble last night.
Thanks for letting her study with Molly at your house. It can get a little
hectic for Jenny with three younger sisters around."
Anne looked puzzled. "Last night? Jenny wasn't at our house last night. We
had dinner at my mother's and didn't get home until quite late."
An embarrassed Fran quickly apologized. "I'm sorry...I must have gotten my
nights confused. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow about six for supper..."
Embarrassment turned to anger as the upset mom drove home. If Jenny wasn't
at Molly's, then where was she? And why did she lie? Fran began putting two
and two together. A week earlier, Jenny had asked permission to go with
friends to a new restaurant that had just opened. Fran had heard of the
place and refused to let her daughter go. It was a tavern, not a restaurant,
and she absolutely refused to allow Jenny to go to any establishment that
sold alcoholic beverages in that kind of setting. Jenny put up a very mild
argument before relenting, and the subject had not been brought up again.
Fran assumed the matter was closed.
As she neared the house, Fran's course of action was painfully clear. Lying
and blatant disobedience would not be tolerated under any circumstances; she
didn't take it from Debbie, she didn't take it from Brenda, she didn't take
it from Donna, and she sure wasn't going to take it from a 19-year-old who
most certainly knew better. If anything, past experience should have taught
Jenny that. It was less than six months ago that Donna was caught in a lie,
and the spanking she received had her sitting on a pillow for several meals
afterward. Brenda and Debbie had also been spanked for similar infractions
with the same results, and if Jenny thought she was going to get away with
it she had another thing coming.
The three younger girls were watching television when Fran walked in the
front door. When asked where Jenny was, they replied that she was in her
room doing homework. Fran told them to start setting the table for supper
and climbed the stairs.
Jenny, wearing dungarees and a red plaid shirt, was sitting at her desk in
front of an open text book when her mother entered. Her face paled when she
saw the hairbrush in Fran's hand. "You lied to me, didn't you, Jennifer. You
weren't at Molly's last night. You were at that tavern, weren't you. And
before you try and tell me some more lies, I better tell you I saw Mrs.
Boswell today."
Tears filled the teenager's eyes. "I'm sorry, Mom..."
Fran sat down on the edge of the bed. "Tell me why you did it."
Jenny wiped away a tear. "I don't know...a couple of friends at school asked
me to go...I couldn't tell them my mother wouldn't let me...they'd think I
was a little kid or something...I don't know..."
"So you were afraid they would find out your mother cares what you do, is
that it?" All Jenny could do was bow her head. "I don't think I've ever been
more disappointed in you, Jennifer. You lied to me and disobeyed a direct
order to stay away from that place. It will be a long time before I'm able
to trust you again, you understand that."
There was a long moment of silence, interrupted only by an occasional
sniffle. "Yes, Mom...I'm sorry."
"Tell me, Jennifer, what happens to young ladies in this house when they lie
and disobey?"
Jenny's mouth went dry. "They get spanked, Mother...", she answered softly.
Fran nodded solemnly. "Yes, they do. It's been almost three years since I've
had to spank you, but I think you remember how it's done. Pull down your
pants and underpants and get over my lap."
"Mom please...", Jenny sniffled, "don't spank me...I'm 19 years
old...they'll know...I'll be so embarrassed..."
Fran sighed. "Young lady, you know very well it makes no difference how old
you are. As long as you live in my house you will live by my rules, and if
you don't live by them you will be spanked. Period. And I assume the 'they'
you refer to are your sisters. Yes, they'll know, and that's just too bad. I
don't care who knows. It's part of it. And frankly, little lady,
embarrassment will be the least of your problems. I intend to make sure you
remember this spanking every time you sit down for the next few days. Now
get those pants down."
Slowly Jenny stood up and started to undo her jeans. "Please, Mommy...I know
I need to be spanked...but can I keep my panties on...it's that time of the
month..."
An exasperated Fran shook her head. "Get those pants down now, or I'll pull
them down myself!", she ordered.
The teen reluctantly pushed the dungarees and underpants down to her knees
and quickly put her hand in front of her, hiding the small string dangling
between her legs. Bare-bottomed, she hobbled over to her mother and bent
over the maternal lap.
Fran wasted no time applying the wooden hairbrush to her daughter's bare,
upturned white cheeks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Tears streamed down
Jenny's face as her bottom ignited. "I think I can cure you of lying.", her
mother stated, wielding the brush like only an upset mom could. SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "You think you're too old?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"What do you think now?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jenny was beyond thinking. The hairbrush was doing its job, visiting every
inch of the squirming buttocks and upper thighs and leaving fire upon its
departure. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "MOMMY! I'M SORRY!!!!! I WON'T EVER
DO IT AGAIN!", she cried out. Not only her sisters could hear, but any
neighbors who happened to be in their yards were also aware that one of the
Martin girls was getting her bottom tanned. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "NO
MORE MOMMMMMY! PLEASE!!!!!!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
A thoroughly spanked and sobbing Jenny was finally allowed to stand up.
Modesty completely forgotten, her hands reached back to soothe her
cherry-red, blazing backside while her pants and panties fell around her
sneakers and white socks. "30 minutes in the corner, young lady.", Fran said
sternly. "Then put on your pajamas and come downstairs for supper." She
took Jenny by the arm and led her to the corner. "Leave your pants down",
she said before leaving, "just in case your sisters want to see that no one
in this house is too old to be spanked."
Jenny looked over her shoulder with tear-filled eyes and saw her bottom in
the mirror. Never, ever had it been that red before. There were oval
splotches from the hairbrush halfway down the back of her thighs. Thorough
indeed! She thought her last spanking at 16, when she got caught skipping
school, was the worst one. That was nothing compared to this spanking. God,
her bottom was on fire!!! But young Jenny's problems were not over. Her door
was wide open and she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Her sisters had
been sent upstairs to wash for supper. They were sure to see her - and they
did.
One half hour later, a pajama-clad Jenny was greeted by stares and smirks
from her sisters as she entered the kitchen. Red-faced and puffy-eyed, she
placed the fluffy white pillow from her bed on the chair and slowly sat down
with a grimace. "Boy, Mom really gave it to you good! Pants down and
everything!", Donna whispered with a sly grin. "Your bottom is REALLY red!"
"Jenny got a spanking, Jenny got a spanking...", Debbie sang softly, teasing
just a bit, "on her BARE bottom..."
"Did Mommy pull Jenny's pants down and give her a spanking?", Brenda added,
biting her tongue so she wouldn't burst out laughing.
"Quit it!", Jenny shouted as a new round of tears started. "Just leave me
alone!"
Fran came into the kitchen and put a stop to the teasing in a hurry. "That's
enough! Yes, your sister got a spanking.", she chided. "As if you three have
never gotten the hairbrush before. If I hear another word out of any of you,
Jennifer will not be the only one sitting on a pillow this evening."
The girls quieted down considerably after that. Supper was eaten in near
silence. "Jennifer, after you do the dishes I want you to go straight to
bed. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mom...", the well-spanked girl replied. She did as she was told and
afterwards went to her room, rubbing the seat of her pajamas as she climbed
the stairs.
*****
"So, Fran, did you ever find out what happened with Jenny the other night?",
Anne Boswell asked the following evening at the dinner table.
Jenny, her bottom still extremely sore, squirmed even more in her chair. She
could feel her face beginning to blush even before her mother answered the
question.
"Oh yes.", Fran replied. "I believe we got to the 'bottom' of things. Didn't
we, Jennifer?"
Jenny nodded sheepishly.
"I'll say she did!", Debbie added with glee. "Mom spanked her and made her
stand in the corner and everything! You should have seen how red her bottom
was! Hey Jen, where's your pillow?"
"That's enough out of you young lady.", Fran ordered. Jenny wanted to crawl
into a hole and disappear. It was bad enough that Mrs. Boswell knew, but her
friend Molly was sitting right across from her. "Yes, Anne...I had to get
the hairbrush out yesterday, but I don't think Jennifer will be telling me
any more lies about studying with Molly anymore."
Anne shook her head. "I wish Jenny would study with Molly more. Heaven knows
my daughter could use all the help she can get." She eyed Molly sternly.
"I've already warned you I'm getting the belt out if your grades don't
improve this semester. I know you don't want that, not after the spanking I
gave you last month..."
No, Molly did not want that.
The End
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