Story: Mary Lou Jenkins Arrives In Hell Part 2 (F/f M/f) (Lurking Dragon)
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!!!
Mary Lou Jenkins Arrives In Hell Part 2
Mary Lou Jenkins has just gotten a good, sound hand-spanking on her
bare bottom as a three-year-old from her mother; the spanking she
SHOULD have gotten for her naughtiness that day 13 years ago, but
didn't. She stands in front of her Mommy bawling and rubbing at
her bare bottom, just glad that the painful punishment is over,
when...
"Well, little miss, do you think you have Learned Your Lesson?? Was
that little spanking enough to help you Keep Your Temper In Check
from now on?? Well?"
"Waaaaah! I be good!! I be good! Waaah! Mama spank me good! I be best
lil' girl ever!! I spank'd 'NUFF!!"
"I don't think so, young lady. I think you need some MORE spanking to
help you to be a good girl. I think you need to go over to the closet
and bring me Mr. Spank-Spank so I can give you the really, really
sound spanking you need to be a really, really good girl from now on!"
Both Mary-Lous-in-one felt a fresh rush of panic at this awful
declaration of intent to further spank on the part of her Mommy.
Mary Lou-the-elder remembered painfully her very few spankings with
the little paddle called Mr. Spank-Spank, all from much later on in
life than the baby girl she was now!! But the baby Mary Lou she also
was also knew Mr. Spank-Spank in the here-and-now!!
"Noooo! Not Mr. Spank-Spank!! Pleeeeze!! He stingy my bare bum-bummy
too bad!! No spank me with him, Pleeeeeze Momma, No spank me bummy
wit' Mr. Spank-Spank!!"
"That's enough of that, young lady!!! I said you *need* a good, sound
paddling with Mr. Spank-Spank on your naughty little bare bottom, and
that's what you're going to get. And if you aren't back over here
with Mr. Spank-Spank by the time I count to *three* I'll ask your
Daddy to give you ANOTHER spanking before beddie-bye!!"
Mary Lou blanched at this further evidence of her posthumous Mommy's
extreme strictness. She quickly spun and tried to run to the closet,
forgetting the toddler diaper fettering her ankles. Mary Lou fell
down, and quickly kicked off the Pull-Ups as she heard her Mommy toll
out the count of 'ONE'.
Mary Lou opened the closet door as her Mommy called out "TWO!". Her
little hand grabbed Mr. Spank-Spank by the edge in order to lift him
off of his nail. She could barely reach the little paddle.
The little paddle was originally from a cheap paddle ball game. Or,
to be precise, from two of the games. Mary Lou's Daddy had removed
the rubber bands and balls, sanded the paddles smooth, then glued
them together for greater strength. He'd then sanded the now thicker,
but still lightweight paddle, carefully rounding over the edges, and
painted the final product a bright pink. But while Mr. Spank-Spank
had certainly been hanging on his nail by this time, in reality only
Mary's big sister had ever felt his terrible sting, and then only
a few times. Mary Lou remembered her Daddy telling her once that he'd
made the little paddle for Susan after the regular paddle-ball paddle
he'd been spanking her with, for playing with matches, had broken
during the spanking. He'd made Mr. Spank-Spank so he'd have something
light enough to spank a little girl with, but sturdy enough to endure
a good, sound spanking.
Mary Lou got Mr. Spank-Spank down and turned to rush back to her
Mommy even as Mommy called out "THREE, and that's another good
spanking for you tonight, Mary Lou! Best get back over here with
Mr. Spank-Spank RIGHT NOW before it gets any WORSE!!"
It wasn't fair!! She'd TRIED to fetch the paddle in time!! But then
Mary Lou remembered that she was IN HELL. Fair had nothing to do
with it!! She rushed back over to the bed, stumbling to a stop in
front of her Mommy and holding out the wicked little pink paddle in
front of her.
Mommy took the paddle and set it beside her. Then she picked up her
naughty little daughter and set her gently on her knee. Mary winced
as her well-spanked bottom pressed into her Mommy's Dacron slacks.
"I know you hate getting a spanking, dear. And I hate having to spank
you. But it really is the best thing, dear. Best to get all the guilt
spanked out of you now, so you can be a really good little girl."
"Now, let me get you over onto your little tum-tum. That's better.
No, just a bit further out on Mommy's knees, so I can spank all of
your naughty little bottom Let me just lower my left leg...there,
and now I lift up the right, just a bit...All right, now give me
your naughty little hands, so I can hold them away from your bare
little bottom...that's a good girl!!"
Mary Lou was quickly and efficiently positioned by her Mommy for her
spanking. Placed well out on her Mommy's lap, her little body fitting
easily over the front half of her right thigh where her Mommy could
easily spank both her right AND left little hams. Mommy then lowered
her left leg and raised her right a bit, pushing Mary Lou's little
bottom up high, emphasizing how bare and vulnerable it was, making
Mary feel even littler and *naughtier*. Then finally, Mary had to put
both her hands behind her, where her Mommy easily took both tiny
appendages into her big left hand, leaving poor Mary completely
helpless and vulnerable.
As she'd been turned over, Mary Lou's Mommy had efficiently rucked
up the child's taffeta dress, leaving it all bunched up under her
arms and well away from her poor naked heiny. Mommy gently stroked
and patted little Mary Lou's hot, sore fanny as the child sobbed on
her Mommy's lap. "I'm sorry, Mary Lou; I know you're little bum-bum
is all hot and stingy and sore, but..." her hand reached onto the bed
to retrieve Mr. Spank-Spank. "I'm afraid I have to paddle your hot
little bottom a lot more to teach you what happens to naughty little
girls who lose their temper with their Mommies. Mr. Spank-Spank is
going to really, really hurt when it spanks your little bare bottom,
especially since its already all hot and sore and tender from the
good spanking I just gave you." She patted little Mary's flinching
fanny with the paddle. "But you're just going to have to take your
medicine for being a bad little baby. Try to take your paddling like
a big girl, dear."
<WHAP!...WHAP!...SPANK!...WHACK!...SPLAT!...SMACK!...SLAP!...WHAP!>
Mary Lou howled and wiggled and squirmed and kicked as the little
paddle stung her well-spanked baby bummy intolerably. She squealed
and twisted and struggled, but her strong Mommy held her little girl
firmly over her lap and continued to spank her bare little bottom
with slow, measured, stinging swats; upper bottom: left, right,
center!! lower bottom, right down where Mary Lou sits: left, right,
center, center, right, left!! right across the fleshiest part of her
slim hips: right, left, center, center!! Over and over the measured
swats stung poor Mary Lou's tender nates, until they burned with the
very fires of Hell.
<SLAP!!-WHAP!!-SMACK!!-SPANK!!-THWAP!!-SMACK!!-SPANK!!-WHAP!!-SLAP!!>
Mommy was actually spanking FASTER!! Mary Lou howled and bawled as
her fanny burned and stung from the very sound spanking the little
girl was getting. Then she broke down, lay still over her Mommy's lap,
and just cried her little eyes out, bawling and sobbing as hard as
she could. And still the wicked little paddle stung her bare bottom.
And then it stopped. For almost a minute Mary Lou cried and bawled
over her Mommy's lap from the burning fire in her little rump. Then
she finally realized it was over. Or was it? She was still over her
Mommy's knees...
"WAAAAAAAH! <sob> WAAAAAAH! <sob!> WAAAAA-HAAAAA! <sob> MAA-MEEE!
<sob> WAAAAAAH!! <sob> Ov'r?? PLEEZE Over?? <sob> WAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAA!"
"Yes, dear, it's over. I've given you a good, sound spanking on your
little bare bottom, with Mr. Spank-Spank, but now your spanking is
all over."
Mommy rubbed Mary Lou's back, and even her bottom a bit. (which made
her cry harder--it HURT!!) Then Mommy stood her bawling child on the
floor in front of her and quickly swept her tafetta dress up and over
her head, leaving the baby girl as bare naked as the day she was born.
"I'm afraid your *punishment* isn't over, though, baby girl."
Mommy stood up and led Mary Lou over to the 'time-out' corner. As she
did, she snagged one of the little chairs to the children's little
play table. Oh, no!! thought Mary Lou. Surely Mommy didn't want...
She did. The little hard plastic chair was placed into the corner.
And a bare-naked naughty little girl was gently picked up and firmly
placed into the chair.
Right onto her very, very well spanked little bare bottom.
Mary's bawling increased as the burning in her seat went back up from
the firm, gentle pressure of her own weight pressing the tenderized
flesh into the hard plastic. She sobbed as her Mommy sternly told
her "Now quiet down and sit still for your corner time, Mary Lou
Jenkins!! Sit quietly and behave yourself. You'll stay in the corner
for thirty minutes, then I'll put you to bed until suppertime!"
Mary Lou sniffled, but quietly to herself. A half hour!! that was
FOREVER (said her three-year-old self. Mary remembered now--the
incident had occurred a few days after her third birthday; it had to
be, because the tafetta dress had been a birthday present from
Grandma, and she'd stopped needing to wear Pull-Ups during the day
soon after reaching three). A half-hour wasn't too bad, thought
Mary Lou the teenager. But not sitting down on a well-spanked butt!!
Eventually her corner time was over, and Mary Lou was allowed to get
up. But only while her Mommy popped her into fresh Pull-Ups (which
made her poor bottom burn again), then into her blue sleeper (with
the bunny feet) prior to putting her naughty daughter right to bed
for the rest of the day.
Mary Lou's naughtiness had begun at lunch. It was just barely one.
She would be in bed until suppertime.
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Supper was painful, even though Mommy let her (made her) sit on a
pillow in her high chair. Mommy told Daddy--and her sister Susie--
all about how naughty she'd been, and how she'd cried and bawled and
wiggled as Mommy had spanked her bare bottom. And especially how
red Mr. Spank-Spank had made her bottom, and how she'd had to do
a half-hour of corner time SITTING DOWN afterwards.
And Susie teased her unmercifully about what a bad little girl she
was, to need to be spanked so hard. As if HER little bare bottom
hadn't gotten more than its share of spankings!! Mary Lou was just
glad she didn't have any more siblings.
And just as supper ended Mommy added "And of course, when I told her
to go fetch Mr. Spank-Spank so I could give her bare bummy the sound
paddling it needed, she just cried and protested. So I told her to
be back with it by the count of three or I'd ask you to give her
a bedtime spanking, David. And sure enough, she didn't make it!!"
"Da-Da! No FAIR!! I *try*, but I fa' DOWN!"
"But you didn't fetch Mr. Spank-Spank the first time Mommy asked,
did you Mary Lou?" asked her Daddy. And Mary Lou had to admit that
no, she hadn't. But she'd just been spanked!! She hadn't wanted
another spanking right away!!
"Hmph. I'd think you'd have wanted to behave right after a good
spanking. Well, too late now, young lady. It's time for you girls to
get your baths. And then, Susie, you may come back down and watch
T.V. while I give Mary Lou the good, sound bedtime spanking her Mommy
promised her."
Mary Lou began to cry and sob as her Mommy led the girls upstairs for
their baths while Daddy did the dishes. Susie exclaimed at how red
and sore her little bottom still was--and she was right!! The hot
bathwater was VERY uncomfortable to sit in. But Mary Lou was VERY
good during her bath!! Even when Susie acted up and got a couple of
swats from Mommy, Mary Lou was a perfect angel.
Usually Mommy took Mary out and dried her first, but tonight Susie
was dried and sent out. Then Mary felt her little body being taken
from the tub. She was carefully dried, especially her sore little
bottom. Then Mommy dressed her in her knee-length Sunflower nightie.
She patted Mary Lou's little bottom through the thin fabric. "Daddy
will put your Pull-Ups on after your spanking, dear. Do try to be a
good girl for him..."
And Mary Lou was escorted to her time-out corner to await her Daddy
and her spanking. At least she was allowed to wait STANDING in the
corner.
And when Daddy arrived, he walked over and picked her right up into
his arms. And as he sat on Susie's bed, Mary Lou felt herself being
turned around. And then she was over her Daddy's big lap, her head
and feet barely extending over the bed. And her Daddy's hand was
patting the back of her nightie.
And then he was spanking her.
Mary Lou yelped and howled as her Daddy's hard hand stung her well-
spanked little bottom. She wiggled, she tried to cover up her bottom,
she screamed. Nothing kept his hard hand from smacking the thin,
tight-stretched cotton covering her poor tender fanny.
So Mary just started to cry. And at this evidence of surrender, her
Daddy stopped spanking her.
Just long enough to get her little nightie up high enough to bare her
baby bottom. Before he resumed spanking her.
It was a long spanking. Much longer than her Mommy's earlier hand-
spanking. Though not *quite* as long as her paddling. Mary was crying
hard, bawling really, when the little girl's spanking finally ended.
Mary was set on her feet, her nightie falling down to cover her well-
spanked bottom. Or it would have if her little hands hadn't jumped
back to try and rub some of the firey sting out of it.
"Now, Mary Lou Jenkins, you go and fetch Mr. Spank-Spank."
Mary's jaw dropped. He COULDN'T mean to spank her even MORE!! A fresh
ocean of tears erupted out of her eyes.
And she ran to the closet and fetched Mr. Spank-Spank as fast as she
could!!
Daddy took the nasty little pink paddle from his daughter. The backs
of her hands were firmly pressed protectively over her well-spanked
bottom. "Very good, dear. You just remember to do what you're told
WHEN you're told, even if it is to fetch Mr. Spank-Spank, and you
won't get into so much trouble. Now, put Mr. Spank-Spank back, and
I'll get a diaper and panties and put you straight to bed."
And he did. Mary Lou hated to be put in diapers and plastic pants,
even if her Pull-Ups were essentially the same thing. But she gave
no sign of this to Daddy, knowing that the baby diaper was one more
little punishment for her naughtiness.
And as she drifted off to sleep, Mary Lou Jenkins awakened suddenly--
sitting on a hard wooden chair in Camapardosulous' office.
And she suddenly jumped to her feet!! Her BOTTOM!! It HURT!!
"Sit back down, young lady!! Yes, that's just a little after effect.
It will fade presently. And I suppose you may ask questions. But
try to keep them down."
"B-But!! But...I remember all of it now. But I STILL FEEL GUILTY!!
How CAN I? That punishment was BRUTAL!! Child abuse!! my parents
would NEVER have spanked me that way!!"
"No, they wouldn't; a far lesser spanking would have purged that sin
from your soul at three. And if they HAD punished you so brutally,
they would have paid for it; here, if no where else. That, my dear,
was the absolute maximum punishment you could possibly get, as a
three year old, that would not go to the point of diminishing
returns. And of COURSE you still feel the guilt. I told you, it is a
LOT harder to expunge guilt after you pass to this side. Still, that
session was QUITE effective. If your future repetitions of the
scenario matched it--they usually don't--you'd only need to repeat
that punishment, let's see (he consults something like a computer
screen buried in his desk) eight hundred and sixty-two more times
before that bit of guilt is completely purged from your soul."
Eight hundred and sixty-two times?? Mary Lou began to sob as the
full measure of her fate was completely understood.
"Of course, since that was a childish sin, and you were a child when
you did it, your punishment was one suitable for a little girl, and
you were punished as a child. But then, you died at sixteen, so I
suppose almost all of your sins are childish ones, and so I expect
you will be getting a LOT of spanking over the next few centuries."
CENTURIES?? Oh, GOD!! That folder was HUGE!! But, childish sins...
"You are worried about the sin that killed you. And you should be.
Not only did you disobey a direct order from your parents NOT to
attend that party, you borrowed your sister Susan's car *without*
permission to GO to the party, even though you'd just gotten your
license a week earlier, after your sixteenth birthday. And then at
the party you drank several beers, and the punch which you KNEW
was spiked. And had a wreck on the way home. Oh, yes, young lady
I'm afraid paying for THAT sin will NOT be easy. But it could've
been worse. You DID manage to swerve and miss the oncoming car. Even
though that sent you over the edge."
"A good thing, that. Because, you see, that final sin of yours is
STILL a juvenile sin, and a large part of it will be paid through
your bottom. Not at home, of course, since it WAS a crime. You'll
be spending time in Hell's Reform School, which will be quite hard."
"But if you had killed those people, a husband, his wife AND TWO
CHILDREN--that, my dear, would have required REAL punishment. The
sort of thing Hell is famous for. That is a crime you literally
could 'never forgive yourself for'. Well, you CAN, we know how to
help you do that. But it takes years, sometimes centuries. Of REAL
pain. For EACH death. As an example, Mr. Eichmann is spending most
of his time being slowly tortured to death, usually by fire, acid
or slow flaying. We keep him alive for oh, three or four months
before he dies. And we need to kill him that way a thousand times
or so for EACH of the people he was responsible for murdering. It is
cases like his that got Hell its reputation for eternal pain. Not
eternal, in his case. Just two million years or so."
"But I haven't completed your briefing, yet!! Pay attention. We
still have one category to go. Unsins."
"You mentioned those!! What is an unsin??"
"I told you to listen!! This younger generation!! Ah well. Unsins
are things that are NOT sins that you nevertheless feel guilty about.
Usually these involve doing things that do NOT hurt other people or
yourself, but violate your cultural code of conduct. Or from doing
things that are, in themselves, OK, but in an environment or
situation that is inappropriate. They constitute virtually anything
you may feel guilty over that isn't a REAL sin. They can be dealt
with in two ways. First, we'll try counseling. Once a person
understands that an unsin really ISN'T something he sould feel guilty
for, it can be easily eliminated. I'm afraid that doesn't work as
often as we'd like. Usually, we end up having to punish you for your
unsins, too. But counseling often reduces the amount of punishment
needed."
"And, like Category 2 sins, Category 4 sins don't require quite the
level of punishment Category 3 sins need. And, unlike Category 2
sins, often the punishments can be relatively mild. Take one of the
more common unsins, a failure to believe in God. Now, be realistic;
since God does not--cannot--provide hard evidence for his existence,
but must be taken on faith, he cannot, ethically, punish people for
failing to believe in him. Believing in him is very useful, and
a sound faith--like yours!!--can help one avoid a lot of time here.
Especially since self-punishment and penance CAN be effective, at
least in reducing a lot of Category 3's to Category 2's. But it
isn't necessary. But sometimes even the staunchest athiest feels
terribly guilty once he's here and knows the truth. So we have to
punish them since even FALSE guilt will prevent entry into Heaven."
"One that I like to use for that is to have him stand up in front
of a hall of 1000 Southern Baptists, or other extremely faithful
people, confess loudly that he was wrong about the existence of God
and apologize. Then all 1000 get to come up, shake his hand for
realizing the truth (albeit too late), and individually tell him
some variant of 'I TOLD YOU SO...'"
"You don't have that problem. But you DO have a LOT of instances
of the MOST common unsin, especially for teen-agers. Masturbation,
of course, is what I'm referring to."
"Huh?? Masturbation is an UNSIN?? But the bible..."
"Onan was punished for flagrant and deliberate disobedience to a
DIRECT command from the Boss, not 'spilling his seed'. As usual,
the Church screwed up the interpretation. But don't worry about
that yet; I'll schedule some counseling time later."
"Now, in case you haven't noticed yet, food and sleep are things
you don't really need any more. I think we should get right back to
getting rid of all that nasty guilt. You know, we used to start with
the very first sin and work our way all the way through. Some went
though the entire list in order over and over; others ordered all the
punishments for a given sin be completed before moving to the next
one. But that was terribly boring--imagine a thousand little
spankings for the same temper tantrum all in a row. And taking the
sins in the order they occurred resulted in a pile up of repetitions
of the very worst sins at the end of the process. Now that we have
computers, we can keep it all straight without missing any sins, or
overpunishing others!! And random number generators help keep things
interesting. Lets see!! Ah!! That spelling test you cheated on in
second grade...'Number, ah, 5-7-6, please!!'"
And the small room vanished in a swirl of fog....
The End.
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Kessily
but of course we will need more examples to be sure!
love kess
kerrsut...@hotmail.com
There's one intresting problem with your little scenario; What happens to
Spankos? Those who enjoy, perhaps not while receiving, the CP discipline they
receive. I can just imagine their reaction for this would be their Hevaen not
Hell.
Helen
domino
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I think you are absolutely the best writer I have ever had the
pleasure of reading! I love your Melody series and MaryLou in Hell is
another most excellent story! *Pleeeeeeeeeease* say it's a serial!
Thank you so very much for writing these wonderful stories and sharing
them with us.
domino
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LD,
This is another great idea! I hope that you'll write many more Mary
Lou stories.
I love the idea that hell is a place to purge guilt. I suspect that
poor little Mary Lou has a lot of guilt to go.
Thanks for the start of what I hope will be another great series.
SpanknTch
sss...@my-dejanews.com
Lookin forward to seeing more of it.
LAR
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I loved your story! What a great and logical place Hell is in this
premise....I'm very impressed with both the writing and the reality you've
created. Thank you so much for this offering!
Casey, guiltily wondering how she's going to pay for her sins
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i think it was absolutely brilliant!!! while it is at odds with my
personal theology (of course), it's an incredible premise and the story
itself definately did live up to its potenetial. as others have said -
please, please do more!!
a very impressed marmot
D Landhill
>i think it was absolutely brilliant!!! while it is at odds with my
>personal theology (of course), it's an incredible premise and the story
>itself definately did live up to its potenetial. as others have said -
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potential. I would think that future installments would not seem fresh, but
"same old, same old" fairly soon, unless there is some new twist which is not
implied in the story so far, or at least which i haven't seen.
Of course I could be wrong, and I be moremthan willing to try reading a sequel
(or anything else by Lurking Dragon). In any case, whether in this "series" or
not, do please keep writing.
Don A. Landhill
DALan...@AOL.COM
Lilacmask
even when I hit list all. perhaps you might repost?