Back, and I got a story for you!

[Christian]

My dear special little group, I have missed you all terribly. I have
had no outlet for my need to write in this time away, and thankfully
there are those of you here that will listen to my endless drivel with
little to no complaint (is there something wrong with you all? Perhaps
a case of masochism?). Anyhow let us just say that I have had a rather
trying health issue that was very persistent. I tell you that Mr.Death
is one persistent fellow, but he met his match with me (I am sure some
number of you are well aware of how hard headed I am… Be quiet
Lilly!).

My life has been consistently complicated as it always was in a time
when I shared every detail of it here on this group. However I am not
here to bore you with it now (if you wanted to know you would join our
sister group.. hehe). After all I long ago decided some things were
better shared with a smaller group more appreciative of such things.
Even with extreme health issues, some things just must continue on.

Anyhow... I have been super delighted by the posts I am finding here.
Obviously a group of this nature is a rare treasure in the great
Internet. One which persists in times of extreme neglect is rare
indeed, and those of you who have kept the life support on it in the
past months have my extreme gratitude. Really and truly thank you! All
of us who are supposed to be moderating this group have had numerous
issues as Mr.Nightshade has been saying. But this group continues to
be one of extreme respect to its fellow members. Consistently lacking
in that constant bickering you see in other places. And my what a
pleasant breath of fresh air that is , is it not my friends? In short,
this group?... Well it really needs very little from the group of
moderators overseeing it. And that is a rare treasure indeed. Thank
you for giving this gift to me in my time of health issues!

So as a token of my gratitude, I offer the following. It is in the
spirit of our Lisa that I offer something from my dreams. Now mind you
at the time I was under the influence of various narcotics prescribed
by the medical profession. And as such I have had to edit this quite a
bit as the sudden appearance of a talking worm during this sequence
does not actually fit well with the story now that I am conscious and
coherent. I am sure you would appreciate the editing if you were aware
of all the other things (besides the talking worm I mean), but I won't
go into all that.

Obviously knowing the nature of dreams, I have also had to add detail
and dimension to the story here and there. Really what I am saying is
I only got the IDEA for this from the dream, it is not the dream
itself. The dream is only inspiration. I have taken the liberty of
adding many things from my own experiences to the story to add to the
dimension. Like the very red with anger face that is signature of my
own loving (but very prone to anger when provoked) wife. And the visit
to a very public restroom a’la my own mother at such times. They say
that truth is stranger then fiction, but truly I think truth only
makes things more real than real (and every spanko I know says real is
better).

Anyhoo I have never been very big on the whole disclaimer thing (since
I rarely write fiction anyway), but if you are not of age to read
adult content, then really you should leave. No seriously, get outta
here before I give you what for! :)

The Dream

18 year old Leigh was feeling free. For once her mother had left her
to her own devices at the mall. Normally she would hover incessantly,
making comments on every decision in clothing or make up she should
choose. So it was in this spirit of freedom that she was in a great
mood. The only damper on her brief freedom was she had to meet her
mother in front of the fountain in the middle of the mall at precisely
2 o'clock. But it was only 11 o'clock. Plenty of time to enjoy her
time in solitude.

Since she was young she had always lived a life quite sheltered. Her
parents were strict to the extreme. She was the only girl that she
knew of at school that wore dresses every single day because her
parents insisted. But now that she was on her way to college she
should be able to wear what she wished. Images of wearing tight jeans
and short skirts filled her thoughts as she shopped in freedom. She
tried on several pair of such jeans and skirts before deciding on a
pair of jeans. Then she came upon a pair of underwear that she just
had to have. Very revealing. Her mother would never approve she was
sure, but what she didn't know would not hurt her! And besides her
boyfriend would love them she was sure! To top it all off she found a
yellow halter top with a V neck that scooped low.

Leigh was so excited walking away from the store with her purchases
that she just had to wear them the rest of the day. So she went to the
nearest public restroom, and once safe in the stall she changed into
her purchases. The jeans were a little tighter then she had initially
anticipated, but oh well. The more tempting the better! She came out
of the stall and admired her form in the mirror above the sink. The
jeans were quite flattering to her rear. She turned to leave, excited
to tempt the boys in the mall, but at the door she bumped into her
friend Malin.

Malin was an extremely friendly girl and very down to earth. If there
was one person Leigh wished to impress it was Malin. Since they were
kids Leigh had always looked up to Malin. It was no secret to Malin
how strict Leigh's parents were, so when she was presented with
Leigh's attire she was a little shocked. She would never wear such an
outfit herself, but she was actually a little impressed despite
herself. Leigh was always the adventurous one growing up. The first to
ride a bike with no training wheels. The first to dive off the diving
board. The first to kiss a boy. And now the first to wear such
clothes... Was it impressive? As much as Malin looked up to Leigh in
secret? Yes it was. But if her Daddy ever caught her in such things...
It made Malin shiver just to contemplate the whipping she would surely
get.

The girls talked excitedly for a moment about their college plans
before Leigh suddenly noticed the time. She hurriedly (but
nonchalantly) departed company with her childhood friend before
exiting the narrow hallway leading to the restrooms towards the
fountain at the center of the mall. It was 2:25. Surely her mother
would not be terribly mad at her. After all she was an adult now. But
a nervous sweat broke out on her forehead as she hurriedly made her
way to the fountain. Thoughts of the time she was taken out by Billy
Madison to the skating rink filled her thoughts. Billy had brought her
home a full half hour late. And 30 minutes late in her family equaled
30 hard swats with the maple paddle that sat on the top shelf of the
pantry. Even 10 with that paddle was pure hell, but though she begged
and pleaded that she could not take anymore, she still was forced to
take every single lick up to 30 as prescribed. No amount of begging or
pleading or hopping around holding her bare blistered bottom persuaded
her determined mother to lessen her sentence. And all this after her
father had "warmed" her up with a dozen hard licks with the strap! She
remembered that day with a panicked feeling in her heart. Surely that
was different. She was an adult now, not 16 as she had been.

But the sight of her mothers angry look upon encountering her at the
fountain only doubled her trepidation. And her equally red and
inflamed with anger face did nothing to calm Leigh's nerves. But
Leigh's mother, Anglea was not just mad at how late she was. She was
even more mad by her attire. How could she wear such revealing clothes
after how she had been raised!? It was then she decided that the only
decided moments ago spanking Angela had planned for Leigh would not
wait until they got home. She would be immediately escorted to the
bathroom for a preamble spanking, followed by her return of the
clothes to the clothing store, followed by a repeat spanking when she
got her home. And god help her when her father learned of this
disobedience! Maybe she would recommend a third spanking?

Leigh was impressed by the view of these thoughts going through her
mothers head. She was very transparent in her thoughts (or maybe it
was the closeness that they normally shared). Whatever the case Leigh
had no doubt she was heading for disaster as she crossed the last
yards to her waiting mother. And she crossed them slowly as she
realized she was not "too old" for a tanning as she so often insisted
to her mother. She knew very well she was about to get one as she
crossed that space, she only prayed it would be at home and not here
as it had been before.

Her hopes were dashed as her mother firmly took her arm in a vice grip
like hold and marched her back in the direction she had come from.
While under her breath she commented on her revealing clothes. "How
dare you wear such slutty clothes, Leigh Ann!"

Leigh had the brief fleeting thought that her mother was marching her
in the direction of the clothing store where she had purchased the
forbidden clothing to return them. But a nagging thought kept
interfering. It was one of when she had been 14 and had been nagging
her mother to allow her to go to a friends house after their shopping
trip despite being grounded. That shopping trip had been at a local
strip mall, and not this indoor mall, but still her mother had found a
convenient changing room to facilitate adjusting her attitude. In that
changing room Leigh had had ample time to contemplate changing her
attitude while her mother had applied her hairbrush (continently
obscured in her purse). Needless to say her mother had convinced her
on that occasion to stop the persistent nagging and help her mother
pick out her school clothes.

Surely her mother had long ago abandoned carrying that hairbrush
hadn't she? But thoughts of avoiding a public spanking altogether were
dashed when she was led down the narrow hallway to the bathroom she
had left only moments ago. Hope has a way of springing eternal though,
and she still hoped her mother had long ago discarded the hairbrush.
If it was only her hand she would be able to take it! Leigh knew that
the hairbrush at home still waited for her, but at least she would be
able to take this one in public with dignity. But then a terrifying
thought crossed her mind! What if Malin was still in there!

"Oh no! Please mother don't spank me here!" Leigh desperately cried to
no avail to her mother as she crossed the threshold of the waiting
bathroom. To her horror Leigh was greeted by her friend Malin standing
at the sink. And even worse was a complete stranger at another sink
next to her. An older woman who looked every bit as surprised as
Malin. With a look of horror on her face Malin watched as Leigh was
dragged to the handicap stall. The one with a lot of extra swinging
room Leigh belatedly realized as she observed the look of horror on
Malin's face.

Once inside the stall with the door locked her mother sat on the
commode and firmly ordered her daughter to drop her jeans. "Please
mother. I am sorry. I will return the clothes right now. And I am
sorry I was late. Please don't do IT here. Not here!" By "IT" Leigh
clearly meant spanking, but she did not want to say "spanking" with
her friend right outside the door. At 18 admitting she was still
spanked would be pure horror to her, and especially to Malin. Malin
who was so sophisticated and proud. Malin who would surely have never
been spanked in her superior life!

But Leigh's mother was not going to give in and told Leigh such with
words that made Leigh want to sink into the cracks in the floor
immediately. "You will drop those jeans right now young lady for your
much deserved spanking! And if you don't I will upend you right in the
middle of the mall!" Right now Leigh!" Indicating with her pointed
finger that her jeans needed to come down.

Not wanting to further provoke her mother to say such things out loud
where Malin and the stranger outside the door could hear Leigh dropped
her jeans with a sob. In the process revealing to her mother the
revealing underwear she had chosen earlier. Further incensed by the
choice in underwear Angela drew from her purse "the hairbrush". The
very same brush that had drawn a number of tears from Leigh in public
places just such as this one.

Patting her right thigh with the brush Angela indicated silently that
Leigh should go over her lap, and again not wishing to make it
verbally known to her friend and the stranger that she was about to be
spanked, Leigh immediately draped herself over the maternal lap in the
classic penitent pose. Bare rump up and presented properly, hands and
feet both placed on the floor, the thought never occurred to Leigh
that her spanking was about to become apparently obvious to her
auditory witnesses. There was no need to lower Leigh's choice in
underwear as it covered nothing, but Angela still did so wisking them
down to her knees with a practiced move. Leigh was determined to "take
it like a big girl" and not cry as the first loud swat rang out in the
small restroom. As always her mother was careful to cover every part
of Leigh’s bottom and make sure she felt it all over her rump. After
20 or so swats she had thoroughly covered every inch, and moved on to
her thighs. Her mother never had a set number of swats (at least she
never announced it) and just spanked until she thought the lesson was
learned, and although Leigh was crying softly, she did not stop at
that. She then proceeded to spank the tender "sit spot" thoroughly. It
wasn't until there were small white blisters appearing on her lower
bottom that Leigh suddenly burst out with all out blubbering even in
front of her friend, that Angela considered stopping the punishment.
It was with the wailing that Angela knew Leigh had lost her composure.
And so with a further 10 good solid swats to her lower thighs that
would have Leigh remembering this punishment for a few days, Anglea
concluded the spanking.

Angela gave her daughter a moment to regain her composure and then let
her off her lap and deposited the brush back in her purse. With a few
more admonishing words she opened the stall door and led her gently
sobbing daughter out. Malin and the stranger were still standing at
the sink wide eyed, but the older woman looked at Angela approvingly
as she followed Angela and Leigh out of the bathroom Leaving Malin
wide eyed at the sink.

Just as Angela planned, Leigh obediently returned the forbidden
clothing to the store. Embarrassingly she was forced to return the
clothing to a girl she knew from school. She never commented directly
on Leigh's red faced and red eyed return, but she still seemed to look
knowingly at Leigh and her waiting mother. Perhaps she had been in a
similar position? Leigh, red faced from the encounter with the knowing
gaze of her peer returned to her stern and waiting mother knowing full
well her punishment was not over.....

Part 2 maybe? Lol

Christian

[Nightshade]

Christian,

I can't tell you how good it is to see you back here, my friend.
It sems like it has been a very long time indeed since the days of the
"Christian, Lilly and Nightshade Show." At least a lifetime...
Thank heavens we have the great members who have kept the group alive
and growing! I have been trying to keep an eye on things for you,
though circumstances in my own life haven't allowed me to be here as
much as I would have liked... Now if we could just get that durn
Lilly back here! As Ricky used to say to Lucy, Sugar has some
'splanin' to do!

Haven't read your story yet. Just having YOU back here is a
delight, and I wanted to be among the first to say so. Will read the
story and be back soon with comments (whether you want them or not...)

As the members of an old social club of mine used to say, Blessed
Be!

Nightshade

[trib...@hotmail.com]

Christian,

Welcome back you've been missed. YES to a part 2.

JC

[Christian]

Thanks guys. I don't know when I will get to part 2. Fiction is not
really my thing but it is fun sometimes.
Christian

[Nightshade]

Christian,

OK. I read the story. You deffinately should write fiction
more often! This has a very realistic feel to it. In fact, it
reminds me very much of a "real life" incident I just heard of from a
friend of mine. (Maybe I will tell you THAT story sometime...) There
is no question about it. There simply MUST be a part 2! And if you
won't take MY word for it, just ask Lilly!

Nightshade

On Nov 16, 11:21 am, Christian <christian0...@gmail.com> wrote:

> pick out her school ...
>
> read more »

[Christian]

Hey Nightshade. Thank you again for your comments. It means a lot. I
assure you this is complete fiction. however as I said I did take some
things from reality. I just borrowed them honest... lol.

Oh and I would surely love to hear that story of course! (Christian
suspects you would know this, however if he must resort to a certain
someones begging tactics, I certainly will). :)

While I have actually written a 2nd part to this story and just
completed it, I have no intention of posting it just yet… You see, I
want… No I really NEED to hear some sincere pleading from a certain
young lady here. I miss her horribly, and somehow some sincere begging
would just be delicious music to my ears. Maybe some foot stamping and
classic breath holding to go along with it would be fabulous! This
particular young lady will of course need no introduction to our
esteemed members who have been around a little while. That classic
pouting is really and truly unforgettable after all. But I will not
name her here for the sake of some of our newer members who have yet
to be delighted by this show she puts on.

Christian (sitting back to enjoy the show)

[Nightshade]

Christian,

Glad to hear about part two. I applaud your plan and support it
completely! ANYTHING that gets whats-her-name back here and posting
is worth a shot. Will keep an eye on the situation...

Nightshade

[Christian]

Thank you my friend. Your approval means a lot to me seriously!

I have to be honest though. The second part is probably not quite as
good as the first, although considerably longer. It just took quite a
bit more to wrap this one up then I thought it would! Maybe it needs
to be divided up further?

I have to further admit that I have inspiration in our own dear sweet
Heather. I am quite proud that I discovered this young lady, and I
will not be so modest as to not point that out at every available
opportunity lol. I saw her first!

Although I have not seen her here in some time, and I am worried we
will never hear the conclusion to the Allison story. Come on now
girly! Your measly reply in email is not enough to make me satisfied.
You should know by now I am relentless in pursuing my favorite
spanking author to continue her affluent writing career! And since I
act as your publicist in a sense, you had better publish something
soon lol.

So just so as I give thanks where thanks is due, I have the following
comments to make. I discovered Heather at a time when I needed to
discover someone of worth outside my family. Her writing style is
obviously what attracted me to her. She has a style all her own, and
somehow it just speaks to my soul. I have never been one to attempt
fiction writing with any seriousness. It has never been beyond me
entirely, but I have never been satisfied with my own writing when it
came to fiction. But analyzing Heathers writing more closely lead to a
few realizations when it came to successful writing.

For one she never ever rushed her publishing of anything (even to me
personally as her acting “publicist”). She often spent a day or more
after completing a segment contemplating changes at length despite my
frustration that she send it to me promptly. Honestly I could probably
have helped in this respect some measure but she obviously thought of
me more as her audience than publicist, but still I was happy to be a
part of the creative process even if it was only as common critic. For
another she spent a great deal of time in character development that I
had never focused on, and am still struggling to copy.

And lastly Heather had a way of weaving her real life experiences into
fiction that I have less trouble copying then any other trait. In
short, I have used our Heather as a model for my fiction. They say
that mimicry is the greatest compliment, and I hope that our Heather
will take notice of her “publicist” greatest compliment and thusly
grace us with her further episodic content. Perhaps this is my way of
pleading for further site development. Yes I admit it is of great
concern that I further this site. But I must admit of even further
concern is that I hear the end result to my constant prodding. Yes I
have an intimate desire to see to the success of this site. I love
this site truly. But more then that I would love to see some
conclusion.

So please miss Heather if I may offer my own version of public
pleading? Come on now… Give your dear old publicist some measure of
relief (and maybe some measure of relief to that old ulcer) and
publish SOMETHING. Even if it is short, I don’t care. I am promising
these people something, and you are not helping lol.

Christian

[Christian]

Okay, it seems I can’t bait my dear unnamed person into begging. I
think they might be nursing a RED HOT bottom about now and perhaps is
off pouting somewhere. Maybe the next installment will cheer them up a
bit and maybe have them begging for the next one?



The Dream 2

The prospect of sitting down inside the waiting car was not something
Leigh relished so soon after her spanking, but there really was no
other choice. As they drove her mother admonished her on her choice of
clothing as well as being late to meet her.

“I have tried to instill a proper sense of promptness in you Leigh
Ann. Don’t you know that no employer wants an employee who is
consistently tardy to work? When I get you home we will be discussing
this further.”

Leigh felt that there really was no need to “discuss” it further, but
she had the common sense to keep her mouth closed and stared out the
side window. She had no illusions about what kind of “discussion” her
mother wanted to have with her. It took Leigh a moment to realize that
they were not going straight home it seemed.

“Where are we going Momma? I thought we were going home?”

“No, I need to get groceries, and then we need to pay a few bills
around town.”

The prospect of waiting for her punishment all day was not appealing
to Leigh, but she had little choice in the matter, and having it
postponed may actually work to her advantage. The idea that being on
her very best behavior and manners for the interlude in order to
lessen or possibly cancel her punishment altogether was not a new
concept to Leigh. In fact she had resorted to such tactics on many
such occasions. It rarely worked, but it had a couple of times, and it
was certainly worth a shot.

There was also the fact that her mother had a terrible memory working
in her favor as well. If she managed to keep the upcoming punishment
from being the topic of discussion she might escape unscathed
entirely.

There had been an incident in 11th grade where she had a note from
school to sign that indicated that Leigh had been paddled that day for
repeatedly being tardy. Leigh had known that the note would surely
result in her having a repeat performance at home, so she neglected to
give it to her mother until the following morning before school. Her
timing was perfect in this case as the bus was only a few minutes from
being there.

Of course her mother had indicated that she intended to “reinforce”
the lesson at home, but since there was no time right then she
promised Leigh a lengthy paddling after school, and went to the fridge
and took down the notepad where she normally wrote her shopping list.
She deliberately wrote in large bold lettering on the top page “Give
Leigh a spanking!” and stuck the note back on the fridge with a
magnet.

“There, that will remind me” Angela had proclaimed as Leigh walked out
the door to catch her bus. All day the thought of her upcoming
spanking had plagued Leigh.

As it happens when Leigh returned that afternoon her mom had indeed
forgotten about the whole incident and Leigh discreetly managed to
throw the note away while her mother was out in the garden. Some days
passed without any mention of the school paddling and Leigh felt
relieved to have narrowly escaped the spanking.

So Leigh made every effort to help her mother in every way through the
day. And by the time they were back in the car heading home, her
mother seemed in a cheerful mood. When they got home Leigh obediently
put away the groceries without complaint as her mother had asked her.
Her mother helped with this chore cheerfully humming as she often did
puttering about the kitchen. As they finished the chore Leigh began to
think that maybe her mother would not spank her again.

When they had finished and thrown away all the grocery bags, Leigh
took the opportunity to make a possible escape by announcing she
needed to go clean the upstairs bathroom since she had forgotten to do
it that morning.

“Now wait just a minute young lady. Did you forget you had a spanking
coming? But wait… I distinctly recall asking you to clean the restroom
this morning and you didn’t do it? Well I guess we will address that
during your spanking as well. Your spanking can wait. You go on up and
clean the bathroom, and when your done come back down here and get me
so we can bruise that bottom of yours.”

“But… Well I just forgot the bathroom Momma. I’m sorry ok? You don’t
have to spank me for that! It’s pretty much clean anyway”

“You just go do as your told young lady.” Her mother concluded with a
point to the stairs indicating she should get busy.

The fact was Leigh had not forgotten to clean the bathroom, it had
just been the only excuse she could think of to escape, and now she
was in even MORE trouble. “Stupid idea Leigh.” She thought to herself
as she pretended to clean the bathroom. She knew that admitting to the
deception would result in a “good licking” as her mother often called
more serious spankings, and she certainly did not want that! So she
went up and pretended to clean. She berated herself for the
monumentally stupid move she had just made. Finally deciding she had
allowed a sufficient amount of time to pass that would seem like she
had cleaned the bathroom top to bottom, she made her way back
downstairs. She was not in a real hurry to get her spanking, but
better to get it over with before her father came home in the midst of
it. With the last moments before her imminent spanking she wondered if
it would be the paddle, hairbrush, or the spoon her mother sometimes
used on her.

Regards,
Christian

[Christian]

I am going to try to post the conclusion tonight possibly. I am not
where I can look it over one last time, so I may not have a good while
to edit. If I can't have a long while to look it over, than it will
probably be the next day or so.. I don't know even if anyone is
following along lol. But if anyone is, I will shoot for tonight
sometime.
Christian

[Christian]

The final part:

She found her mother sitting on the couch in the living room looking
stern with arms crossed over her chest.

“All done then? Well let’s go warm that bottom up.” She proclaimed
grabbing her daughter by the upper arm and leading her back into the
kitchen. Leigh was actually a little relieved when her mother went to
the utensil drawer and pulled out the wooden spoon that was reserved
for her spankings. Although the spoon definitely hurt a great deal, it
was really nothing compared to the hairbrush or paddle.

Every since she had been tall enough, the position used with the spoon
had been the same, bent over the counter at the waist, and that is
where her mother then indicated she should be with a silent point in
the direction of the counter with the heavy wooden spoon that was
about to roast her behind.

But Leigh stalled a little by trying to reason with her mother. “Mom,
you don’t have to spank me, I learned my lesson already okay? I’m
really sorry, and I will be good from now on, please don’t spank me
again.”

“Oh no Leigh, you most certainly have earned a good spanking, and now
with the not doing the chore I gave you this morning I want to make
sure you learn this lesson good. Now get yourself bent over this
counter before I decide to just let your father take care of this.”

“Oh no! Please don’t let dad spank me. Okay! I’m bending over!” Leigh
pleaded as she assumed the indicated position quickly.

As was common in her household at least 90% of her spankings were bare
bottom. Just enough for Leigh to hope every time that this one
wouldn’t be. But it really was no surprise when she felt her dress
being lifted, and her panties whisked to her ankles in short order.
Still she sobbed quietly as it happened. She was 18, and just knew
that absolutely no one her age still got spanked. Especially bare
bottom! But previous experience had taught her that making this
argument tended to make her spanking a bit harder for the
inconvenience of having to prove her wrong, so she remained silent on
this occasion.

Without further ado, her mother proceeded to spank the daylights out
of her pretty teenaged daughter with vigor. The previous spanking had
faded quite a bit in the hours spent shopping with the exception of
two very small bruises and a light pinkness everywhere else. But it
did not take long for her mother to bring out a cherry red color all
over her bottom.

Leigh remained stoic for as long as she could, determined to show her
mother she was indeed too old for this by having no reaction to the
spanking. It was a common tactic she tried, but in this case, with as
fast as she was being spanked, she knew it wasn’t going to take long
to break her resistance. Leigh thought quickly trying to come up with
another tactic.

“Mom! You already spanked me once, so you don’t have to spank me very
long or hard.”

“Oh no you don’t young lady!” <SMACK SMACK SMACK> “You most certainly
will be getting a nice long spanking for this!” <SMACK SMACK SMACK>

Having failed at her tactics, it did not take much longer for Leigh to
have her resistance broken and she suddenly started bawling and
blubbering her promises to never again misbehave through the hot salty
tears and snot covering her face. She felt hot in her face, but even
hotter on her bottom, and it was getting hotter by the second! She was
not too sure how much more of this she could stand, but her mother
then made her aware she would stand more if she had anything to do
with it.

“Ok Leigh, that was for the inappropriate clothing. Now THIS is for
being late.”

“NO MOM! I learned my lesson pl- NO NO!”

The last was as her mother resumed her spanking amidst squeals and the
kicking legs of her daughter. Angela mentally counted out the strokes,
giving her the precise 25 swats that equaled the time she had been
late all to the tender spot where bottom met thigh. Assuring Leigh
would have a hard time sitting for a few days, notating the rising
blisters and bruises approvingly.

But then she was faced with a dilemma. She still had the incomplete
chores to address, and the bottom before her was well punished indeed.
Should she continue with the spanking? Maybe reserve it to be
addressed in a couple days? She finally came to the conclusion that
Leigh would probably just as soon have the punishment over even if it
meant some serious bruising then have it hanging over her head.
“Besides” Angela thought, “I think she actually cleaned the bathroom
and was just using that as an excuse to get away from her spanking.”
And if it was as she thought, that was a lie, and certainly deserved a
seriously bruised bottom.

So her mother then paused once again giving Leigh the hope that her
punishment was through. But her next words again had Leigh squealing
promises to never again behave badly.

“There Leigh… I think that will address the lateness. Now all that is
left is the disobedience in not doing your chores, hold on, here we
go.” Angela said while resuming the spanking again to the tender “sit
spot”.

“OH GOD! MOMMMM! PLEASE NO MORE!”

But the spanking continued unabated for a further 20 or so super hard
swats.

“Okay Leigh get up and go to your room.” Angela instructed calmly as
she released her daughter from the counter, and deposited the spoon
back in the drawer. She turned around to watch as her daughter
furiously rubbed her burning bottom and hopped from foot to foot
sobbing her eyes out for a few moments before again ordering her to
her room.

Leigh gingerly pulled her panties up her legs but as she reached her
flaming red and bruised thighs, thought better of it and took the
panties off completely, allowing the loose fitting dress to fall back
down.

Just then her father walked in the back door, noted his daughter still
actively crying quite hard and looked at his wife questioningly as
Leigh tried to scoot out of the kitchen quickly in embarrassment. But
before she left the room, her mother stopped her in the doorway with
her daughters hands still furiously rubbing the seat of her well-
spanked bottom while she explained to her father the list of
infractions his daughter had committed.

Her father looked at her disapprovingly through the lengthy report and
at last told her to turn around and present her bottom to him as he
wanted to make sure she had been properly punished.

If it was possible for Leigh’s face to get any redder it certainly did
as she turned and lifted her dress in front of her fathers inspecting
gaze. He spent a moment or two looking intently at her bottom before
thankfully to Leigh, commenting that it looked as though she had been
thoroughly punished and dismissed her from the room.

Leigh gratefully dropped her dress and scurried up the stairs to flop
down on her bed and cry. She had had a number of very hard spankings
in her life and after every one of them she had felt that it had been
the hardest spanking of her life, but this one by far felt the hardest
and most severe ever!

Although it was certainly not the last one she had from her parents,
it still rated as one of the hardest and most embarrassing (when you
included the earlier spanking in the mall) in her memory for many
years after.

As it happens a couple days after it happened she again ran into Malin
on an errand for her mother at the grocery store. The memory of her
embarrassing bathroom spanking caused her to try to avoid her friend,
but Malin had already seen her and approached her directly.

“Leigh”, she said trying to catch up with her in the soup aisle. “Hey
wait up. Hey, sorry you got spanked” Malin said noting her friends
rapidly reddening face. “Hey it’s not a big deal, I get spanked
sometimes too.”

The shock of Malin’s words put Leigh on the defense for a moment,
before the content really sunk in. Malin got spanked too?! No way!

“Shoot the last one I got was only a month ago. It’s not a big deal.
But hey Leigh? Next time just wear the clothes your mother wants you
too.” She said chuckling softly.

The next thing Leigh knew, she was gently laughing along with her
friend. “Man, that hurt!” Leigh commented rubbing her still slightly
bruised bottom for emphasis and enjoying the moment of camaraderie
with her friend.

After that day they made a pact to always call or visit each other
after a spanking to console the other and an even deeper friendship
was born. It was not too many more spankings that they shared with
each other, but Leigh always wished after that they had had that kind
of friendship years ago.

The last spanking that they shared was one that Malin got in her
freshman year of college for some bad grades, but that is another
story.

Christian

[huberthowhow]

 Of course, part two! You weren't really going to have her face Malin again without telling about it, were you?

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[Woody]

I miss this group being active!

Woody

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