Story: Mary Lou Jenkins In Hell Chapt 2 Part 2(F+/f)
Lurking Dragon
Note: This story contains the NC spanking of a 16 year old soul
occupying her own body as a young child. If you are under 18 or
offended by such material DON'T READ IT AND GO AWAY!!!
The last 2 parts of what may be the last Hell story are being
posted. I think you'll see what I mean about the spankings getting
a bit too squicky...
Mary Lou Jenkins In Hell Chapt 2 Part 2
Somewhat to Mary's surprise, she did NOT get a spanking when she
handed her note to her angry Mommy. (Who clearly already knew about
her extreme naughtiness). Well, not MUCH of a spanking. Mary Lou
had been hauled straight up to her room by the left earlobe, and
planted right into the corner. And seconds later she'd stood in
front of her Mommy being stripped bare naked, Mr. Spank-Spank lying
on her own bed next to Mommy's thigh.
But once she was over her Mommy's lap, Mommy had said "I was afraid
of this. The Spankatron has left your poor little bottom in no
condition to spank, Mary Lou Jenkins. So I suppose <Spank!> I'll
have to let <Spank> you off easy <Splat!> today." Mary Lou howled as
Mr. Spank-Spank's lightweight impacts caused her welted and bruised
bare bottom to explode again in pain. And yet she could TELL that the
spanks weren't very hard at all.
And there were only a dozen of them. "There! That's all think I should
give you today, young lady!" Her Mommy helped the bawling Mary Lou
up and off of her lap. And took her, still naked, out into the hall
and to the bathroom. They passed Susie in the hall, who smirked as
she looked back at Mary Lou's well-punished bare bottom and said
"Oh, Mommy, was Mary a bad little girl at school today? Did she
have to go to the principal's office for a good spank-king on her
littl' bare bum-bum? Are you gonna give her another good spankin'
before bed, huh? And can I watch? Pleeze?"
"Hmph, you know perfectly well that Mary Lou cheated on a test. But
I don't think she'll be getting spanked tonight; the Spankatron
was entirely too thorough on her naughty rump. So I am getting her
ready for bed right now, and will be putting her to bed without
her supper instead..."
Oh, no! thought teenage Mary Lou. It's barely past three!! And I
have to go to bed NOW?
"Still, she's suspended from school tomorrow, so there will be
plenty of time for spanking and other chores then. And I certainly
WILL be giving her a sound bedtime spanking tomorrow night, to
make certain she behaves herself at school Thursday. And if you
behave yourself, I'll certainly allow you to watch your naughty
baby sister get her spanking; the humiliation and embarassment will
add to her punishment, and the example will be good for you, too!"
Mary began to sob harder as her future fate was described, and she
thought about her oh-so-snotty-and-superior big sister watching her
squirm and bawl like a baby during her spanking tomorrow. But then
Mommy was hauling her into the bathroom and firmly directing her
nose into a corner as she got the tub ready...
Bathed and dressed in a bright pink, footed pair of bunny-pajamas,
Mary Lou was again escorted (by the ear) back into her bedroom.
And was promptly tucked into bed and told to close her eyes, stay
quiet, and go to sleep.
Mary Lou had been told by Camapardosulous that she didn't need to
sleep any more. That was true. But she quickly discovered that she
COULD sleep, at least when she was a well-spanked second grader
sent to bed as a punishment.
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The next morning Mary Lou was awakened by her Mommy getting her
sister up to get ready for school. And when Mommy told Susie to
"Hurry up and get ready, and you can watch while I give your sister
a little wake-up spanking..." Susie virtually flew into her neat
frock, shoes and socks. (The fifth grader was NOT a tomboy--quite
the opposite. Very unlike Mary Lou).
In the meantime, Mommy had been pulling down the covers off of Mary
Lou's small body. She picked up her younger child and seated
herself on the dainty flowered sheets, depositing her naughty daughter
face down over her knees. The velcro fasteners of the drop seat of her
bunny pajamas were pulled open, and the seat of her little white
panties exposed to view. It wasn't easy to pull down the panties
with the pajamas in the way--but her Mommy managed.
"OOOO, Mommy she looks so CUTE like that..." cooed Susie as she came
back into their shared bedroom. "With her drop-seat dropped and her
little panties all bunched up below her little bare bummy and all.
Can I give her a few spanks, Mommy, please please can I?"
<Smack!> "In a minute, dear, once I've warmed her up a bit. <Spank!>
Look-her little bottom is all healed from her spanking at school
yesterday, isn't it? <Whack!> See what a good night's sleep can do?
All nice and pale and *tender* <Splat!> and ready for her Mommy to
turn it all red and hot again!" <Spank-Smack-Whap-Smack!!!>
It was true; Mary Lou had awakened completely without pain--even
though she KNEW that her tormented bottom would (in reality) have
ached for a week. But now it was fine. And all ready for an entirely
new set of painful spankings to be applied to it...
Mary Lou was crying quietly when her Mommy invited her sister to
spank her naughty bottom a few times. Which Susie enthusiastically
did. And then her helpful sister fetched Mr. Spank-Spank from the
closet and handed it to Mary Lou's Mommy, and Mary's real morning
spanking began...
Ten minutes later Susie was off to school,and Mary Lou was bawling
hard as her Mommy took the naughty child off of her lap and deposited
her on the floor in front of her, and began to take off the little
bunny suit. The worst part was that every time Mary Lou would
try to move her hands to rub out the fire in her fanny, her Mommy
would gently take her hands and move them back to the top of her
head, saying "No, Mary Lou, don't try to rub the sting out of your
bottom, leave <spank> it <spank> there <smack> to help you remember
to be a good <smack> little <whack> girl <spank>.
There were several of these little six-swat spankings before Mary Lou
was dressed for the day. Dressed in her Sunday Best, a clean white
dress with puffed sleeves and a tight pink sash tied behind her
waist in a big bow, little white socklets and brightly polished
black patent shoes. And under the dress, a little slip and her best
pair of white panties, the ones with lace trim.
Once downstairs, Mary Lou was taken to the kitchen. She was given a
large breakfast--of messy foods. Toast with slippery jam. Pancakes
with butter and syrup. Ham with a honey sauce.
And instructions to be SURE to keep her nice clothes neat and clean.
Or else.
Mary Lou suddenly found her seven-year-old self in charge. And scared.
But Mary Lou was proud of her earlier self. Despite the difficulties,
the little girl managed to finish every drop of her breakfast without
spilling a bit on her nice clean clothes.
Her face ended up a mess, and was firmly and rather harshly washed
afterwards by a stern-faced Mommy, but her clothes were clean, and
provided no excuse for *additional* spankings from her Mommy.
Then Mommy produced a big book and set it down in front of Mary Lou,
telling her that she would be sitting there studying spelling for the
rest of the morning. And that there would be a test after lunch.
And suddenly teen-age Mary Lou was back in charge, and felt that this
part would be easy; after all, SHE was a pretty good speller...
The words were all in Portugese. She didn't know any of them.
Mary Lou started studying and memorizing like mad....
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Lunch was again made of messy foods, but this time *ONE* small
dollop of mayonnaise ended up on the blouse of Mary Lou's dress.
So after lunch she ended up over her Mommy's lap to have her dress
and slip raised, her panties lowered, and the stirring spoon
applied to her bare bottom hard enough to make her cry. So that
she'd end up taking her test sitting on a sore bottom.
One thing. The test was fair. Every word Mary Lou was asked was
on the list of two hundred she'd been given. Sometimes she had
trouble recognizing which word it was; pronounciation guides had
not been provided in the list. Mary Lou had pushed herself to the
limit, studying, achieving a level of concentration she'd never
managed in life. She only missed fifteen of the fifty words she
was asked. Despite the ridiculously hard task she'd been given,
she'd PASSED.
As a result, she was allowed to keep her panties on as her Mommy
bent her over the table for her fifteen swats. With the hairbrush.
Hard.
After lunch Mary Lou had to help her Mommy clean up the living room
and set up the card tables.
Oh, Hell. It was Wednesday--Mommy's bridge club. And sure enough,
the last thing Mommy fetched into the living room was the high
stool from the kitchen. The one who's padded seat had fallen off,
so that it was plain, hard wood.
And when the bridge club arrived, Mary Lou was seated on the stool,
facing the corner, waiting for them.
"Ladies," her Mommy spoke. "I know we usually meet here for cards,
but as you know, Mary Lou was sent home in disgrace yesterday for
cheating on a test. She's home suspended today, and I was hoping
you would be so kind as to make her afternoon with us totally
hellish by helping me to thoroughly spank her naughty little bottom...
for the rest of the afternoon."
"Of course, Jane." That was Mrs. Piccola. "That's why you asked each
of us to fetch along what we like to paddle our own kids with. I've
got my trusty hairbrush right here in my purse..." There was a
general murmer of agreement among the ladies.
"Very well, then, shall we start out by cutting the cards to see
who goes first?"
Mrs. Piccola's King of Spades easily beat the highest card anyone
else had managed, and Mary's poor bottom would be encountering the
sting and burn of Mrs. Piccola's hairbrush first.
Mary Lou was led off of her chair and over to where the large woman
had seated herself in one of the card table chairs. She suddenly
handed he large hairbrush to Mary Lou, asking the child to think about
how it would soon be stinging and burning her bare bottom.
Mary gulped as she did as she was told. The hairbrush was very old,
and a lot wider and thicker than her Mommy's. It would sting and
hurt like hell when she was spanked with it...
But now Mrs. Piccolo was turning Mary up and over her lap. "Mary is
seven, right Jane?" Of course it was.
And Mary knew why Mrs. Piccolo asked, as her broad hand smacked down
onto the seat of her little dress seven times. With dress, slip and
panties padding her seat, these first spanks were not much problem.
But the thick folds of dresscloth were already being raised to Mary
Lou's waist. And then the woman's hand was impacting the back of
Mary Lou's thin cotton slip--a far more vulnerable target.
A target that was impacted fourteen times. Mary was sobbing quietly
as the slip was turned up and her frilly panties exposed. And spanked.
This time, inevitably, twenty-one times.
Mary Lou was sobbing now, almost crying, as her panties were slowly
drawn down to her knees. The twenty-eight handspanks completed the
job of triggering childish tears, and Mary cried.
And began to howl as the hard hairbrush began to impact her bare
bottom. Hard. She cried and bawled and wiggled and counted as each
of the thirty-five hard hairbrush spanks blazed into her bare nates.
And she screamed out a howled "NOOOOOO" when the thirty-sixth spank
landed....
Fifty hard hairbrush smacks left Mary Lou Jenkins a bawling little
red-eyed, red-bottomed baby as she was escorted back over to the
stool. Where something had been added.
Mary Lou stared in horror as her Mommy adjusted the opened-up waffle
iron sitting on the top of her corner stool. And her crying increased
as her dress and slip were pinned up, and her still-bare red bottom
lifted and planted right onto the warm metal of the iron.
"Are you sure that thing is safe?" asked a concerned Miss Williams.
"Oh, yes. David installed something called a resistor to reduce the
power to the heating element, and we carefully determined *just* how
high we can turn the iron up before it starts to scald. It's 3 clicks
below that now; I could hold my hand on it for three minutes before
it became too uncomfortable..."
Mary relaxed as she realized that the iron wasn't going to scald her
poor bottom. But suddenly realized that it didn't have to. The stubby
spikes that made the waffles...wafflely probed and dug into her
well-spanked bottom horribly...and the iron *was* hot, and with
her bottom already so hot, it began to *feel* like it was being
scalded. Mary Lou tried to wiggle her bottom a bit--which pressed the
spikes in even *harder* and hurt WORSE!
"Now Mary, YOU get to decide when you get spanked next. As soon as
you are ready, you may get off of the iron and we'll get your
next spanking set up. Of course, if you take more than ten minutes,
we'll have to turn the heat up to encourage you to ask..."
Mary burst into tears at the news. And asked for her next spanking
even as her Mommy reached for the dial...
The high card was the ace of diamonds, held by young Miss Williams,
who was engaged to Mrs. Grayson's son Tommy. "Since I don't have any
children, I'm afraid I don't have a favorite 'spanker'. Do you mind
if I just use my hand?"
MARY definitely didn't mind, and none of the other women objected,
so Mary was quickly taken off the stool, re-pantied, and delivered
to Miss Williams lap. The pretty young woman turned Mary over her
knees with an unexpected expertise, and as her skirt and slip had
been left pinned up, Mary was quickly squirming as the small hand
spanked fire into her pantyseat.
A fire that rapidly built up, as the woman's hand flashed up and
down rapidly, her spanks impacting Mary's panties faster than
one a second. Mary was crying hard when the spanks paused--just long
enough for her panties to be quickly rucked down, then they resumed,
this time on her bare little bottom. If anything, faster and harder
than before!!
By the time the spanking ended, Mary Lou knew that even a simple
hand-spanking could be a horribly painful and punishing experience.
Especially with an expert like Miss Williams doing it!! The sobbing
and crying child howled as her really red bottom was set firmly
onto the waffle iron's hot surface.
Five minutes later she couldn't STAND it any longer. Even another
*spanking* was better than the stinging heat building up in her
tormented, spanked bottom. She suddenly broke down and yelled
"SPANK ME! I READY! SPANK ME!"
She was immediately picked up off of her hot seat, and was then led
in front of the Bridge Club to see who would next turn her over...
The winner was the eldest of the ladies, Mrs. Mackintosh. Who
reached into her purse and pulled out one of the most horrible things
Mary Lou had ever seen. It was a strap, obviously designed for
spanking children. At one end was a handle, but the foot-long leather
spanking end had been divided into two wide, thick tails.
"This, wee'un, be a proper Lochgelly Tawse I be bringin' over from
Edinburgh years ago. It's striped the naughty bottom's o' all five
o' me bairns, and any a one of'em would pale to see me take it out
ee'en today. So, lassie, get your little setter up and over me knee,
an' I'll see if I canna teach ye a *proper* lesson...wi'a proper
*leatherin'*"
Mary was sobbing hard as she was helped over the scotswoman's heavy
wool-covered legs, her bare bottom still exposed, as her panties
had never been replaced after she'd kicked them across the room
during Miss William's spanking.
But her sobbing turned to howling as twin stripes of burning fire
branded themselves across her tiny rump. And her howling increased
as the redoubtable woman continued to welt her small bottom with
a 'proper leathering'. By the time the last pair of red stripes
had been painted across her nethercheeks Mary had been reduced to
a limp, squalling bundle of firing pain fibers. She just lay still
and bawled as hard as she could.
She was so worn out by the harsh licking, Mary couldn't even walk
to her corner stool by herself. Finally, the ladies decided the
'poor dear' had simply had too much too quickly. So they decided to
let Mary take a short rest on the couch while they actually placed
a rubber of bridge...
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One rubber of bridge later, Mary discovered that after her little nap
there was no choice--she *would* receive another spanking before
being returned to sit on the waffle iron-as long as she could stand it.
Mrs. McCarthy won the next draw of the cards, and produced a horribly
large man's leather-soled bedroom slipper from her purse. And
smiled gently as she invited Mary Lou to bend down over her broad lap
for another good spanking.
A sobbing Mary Lou complied, and felt the woman's callused palm begin
to spank her now-replaced frilly panty-seat. Mary Lou was soon
returned to the sobbing state of the well-punished child--but was
a little peturbed as she was let up off of Mrs. McCarthy's lap,
still wearing her panties and still without having felt the sting
of that awful-looking slipper.
She soon realized why as the woman, taking her arm firmly, escorted
her over to the couch--and pushed her up against the overstuffed
arm of it, ordering her to 'bend yourself up over the arm of the
couch, dear, get your head right down onto the sofa, and push
your naughty little bottom up just as high as you can, dear..."
With her dress and slip still pinned up, Mary Lou felt horribly
exposed as she had to thrust her seven-year-old fanny up over the
arm of the family couch. Her exposure increased as Mrs. McCarthy
slipped down her thin panties to bare her bottom before the bridge
club. And readied the slipper.
It was AWFUL!! Not as bad as the strap, but every bit as bad as the
hairbrush!! Only the slipper was just flexible enough to wrap around
her bare bottom and smack an even bigger slab of rump with each
swat!!
And the swats kept on coming, spank after hard spank burning and
stinging and roasting Mary Lou's poor bare bottom as Mrs. McCarthy
scolded her about keeping her eyes on her own paper, and wasn't she
ashamed of herself, and how all naughty little cheaters deserved to
get was their little bare bottoms spanked until they bawled and
cried. WHich was what Mary Lou was energetically doing when her
sound spanking finally ended...
And she had to hobble back over to the corner, with her panties
fettering her ankles. To the horrible waffle iron, whch would have
been Hell to sit on even when COLD.
Even on an UN-spanked bottom.
To find that her Mommy had decided, since she'd had such a nice
'break' from her punishment, to turn the waffle iron up a notch.
As Mary's bare bottom was firmly planted onto the hot, stubby iron
spikes, she howled! It felt like her bare bottom was seated directly
on the stove!!
Mary Lou looked down, fully expecting to see smoke coming out from
under her bottom. But there was none. Nor was she even being truly
scalded. The iron was much, much too warm to be comfortable, but was
not *quite* scalding--about like a heating pad on medium, when it
gets too hot to lie on any more, and you quickly pull it off of
your sore back--but it still is safely below the temperature needed
to actually burn flesh.
Mommy wouldn't ALLOW Mary to request her next spanking until she had
spent a full three minutes on the hellish seat. As soon as she
WAS allowed to, Mary politely requested her next spanking.
Which turned out to be from her Mommy, and Mary Lou was soon crying
and bawling over her Mommy's lap, feeling the familiar sting of
Mr. Spank-Spank as it spanked and stung and burned her tender, and
now tenderized, bare bottom over and over again.
The only really intolerable thing about Mommy's spanking was how
long it was--she spanked Mary Lou for a solid seven or eight minutes,
applying literally hundreds of sharp spanks to her burning bottom.
And worst of all, of course, Mary Lou was placed firmly back onto the
hot waffle iron after the spanking.
For another three minutes--minimum.
To her shock, Mary Lou actually managed to make it almost five minutes
before she gave up and begged for her next spanking.
She was startled, however, when her Mommy reached for a card.
"<Sob> Momma! <Sniffle> You draw-ed already!! Wha' you doin'?"
"Why, Mary, dear, she's your MOMMY." replied Mrs. Grayson. "WE each
only get ONE chance at your naughty little bottom, but your MOMMY
will spank you as many times as the cards say to..."
Mary Lou's crying increased. She'd been subconsciously counting on
eight good, sound spankings being the end of it. It now seemed that
she might be getting spanked the rest of the afternoon....
To Be Continued...
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Helen Kerrsutherland
I can understand why this could be found disturbing but I still found it to be
delictably Yummy. I wouldn't be surprised if naughty brats undergo similiar
treatmeant. Course, it'll happen in heaven instead of Hell. :->
Helen
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