by George Jackson Churchward
"Aimee, I'm concerned
about the way you've been behaving lately,"
declared Janet Miller as she hung up the telephone.
"What do you mean
Mommy?" asked Aimee, looking up from her coloring
book on the kitchen table.
"Well, you simply haven't
been doing what you are told. I was just on the phone
with your teacher and she says you've only been handing
in your homework about half the time. But whenever I ask
if you have done your homework you always say that you
have. What's more, you're room is always a mess. And
when I ask you to clean it, or to do something around
the house, all you say is 'I will' or 'in a minute,' and
then you still never do it."
"Um... I'm sorry
Mommy" Aimee replied.
"And that's another thing.
Whenever you don't obey me, you say you are sorry, but
then you do it again. Is anything the matter, Dear?
"I'm fine Mommy,"
chirped Aimee, thinking that this might end the
conversation and allow her to return to her coloring
"Well, everything isn't
fine with me!" snapped Mrs. Miller, placing her
hands on her hips and regarding her little daughter
sternly. "I'm at my wit's end trying to keep my job
while raising you all by myself. But when I was your
age, If I'd acted the way you've been acting, there is
one thing I know Grandmamma would have done - and
it's the one thing I still haven't tried yet with
The way Mommy was glaring at
her made Aimee uneasy, and the little girl didn't feel
comfortable with the direction this conversation was
taking, although she wasn't sure why. After several
seconds of awkward silence, Aimee asked uneasily,
"Um... what are bygone do, Mommy?"
"Quite frankly, Aimee, I
think its time I gave you a good, old-fashioned
"No Mommy!" cried the
suddenly distraught Aimee, hopping out of her chair and
looking up at her mother with wide eyes. "Please
don't spank me Mommy!" Aimee had never been
spanked before, but most of her friends had, and they
were all afraid to be spanked. So on one level, Aimee
was certain she didn't want a spanking either. At the
same time, she knew that Grandmamma had spanked Mommy
when she was little, and that Grand mama's mother
had spanked her when she was little. So a
small part of Aimee was curious about this unfamiliar
facet of family life, and wondered what getting a
spanking would be like. But the rest of her preferred
not to find out first hand.
"I promise I'll be
good!" exclaimed Aimee earnestly, reaching her arms
around her mother's waist and looking up at her with
imploringly. "I'll do all my homework and... and...
I'll clean my room right now!" Janet felt an
ache in her heart as she looked down into the pretty
face of the daughter she loved so dearly. Part of her
wanted to believe this promise and give Aimee another
chance. But the child had been getting one "another
chance" after another all month long - ever since
her father had walked out on them. No. Janet was not
going to be put off so easily this time, for she had
already made up her mind that a good spanking was just
what her daughter needed.
"Honey," she told
Aimee as she gently unfastened the child's arms from
around her waist, "go up to your room now and I'll
be up in a minute."
Aimee, not wishing to further
upset her mother, obeyed. In her room she waited in
anxious anticipation. Aimee knew that she really hadn't
been a very good girl lately. But she just
couldn't seem to help it. Everything was sad and
wrong and different now that Daddy was gone. But she had
never imagined that her mother might spank her!
First Daddy goes away (with someone named "That
Hussy" according to Mommy) and now this. How
much was her spanking going to hurt? Would Mommy pull
her panties down and spank her bare bottom the way she
said Grandmamma used to do? But... maybe Mommy wasn't
really serious, thought Aimee. Maybe Mommy just said
all that stuff just to see if it would make Aimee
behave. Aimee was soon to learn just how serious
her mother was.
Janet entered Aimee's room.
"A-Are you really going to spank me,
Mommy?" blurted Aimee in a frightened little voice.
"Yes Aimee... I am really
going to spank you."
"But... will it
"Yes honey, it will
hurt - very much. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you won't
like it one bit." With that Aimee's mother took her
daughter by the arm, lead her over to the bed and sat
down. "Aimee," said her mother, in a tone of
calm authority, "lay across my lap. It is time for
your spanking now."
Aimee hesitated, hoping that if
she stalled for time her mother might have second
thoughts. "Please Mommy! Please give
me a second chance!"
"Young Lady, I told you to
do something and I meant it!" said Janet.
Taking a firm hold of Aimee's left arm, and placing her
other hand on Aimee's waist, she tried to gently guide
her daughter over her lap.
"NO!" cried Aimee
frantically, pushing back on her mother's shoulder with
her right hand.
"I've had quite enough of
your disobedience, young lady!" snapped Janet
sternly, and forcefully swept Aimee face down across her
"I'm sorry Mommy!
I'm ss-o-orry-y-y! Please don't spank me!!"
Aimee whimpered anxiously. Aimee's anxiety
increased as she felt her mother lifting her skirt and
slip, and even more anxious as her mother positioned her
bottom to make a better target.
"You've had this coming
for a long time, young lady!"
Janet Miller paused for a moment. Across her lap
lay her own beloved Aimee, looking back at her with
wide, moist eyes; her lavender floral print skirt and
white lace-trimmed slip in disarray across her slender
back, the seat of her panties stretched snugly
across the soft mounds of her tender bottom - awaiting
their first spanking. Once again, she fought back the
urge to let Aimee off with a warning. She had come this
far. There could be no turning back now. Ruefully,
Janet remembered the many times that her own mother -
Aimee's "Grandmamma" - had marched her
up to her room as a child, sat down on the side of her
bed, and placed her in this very same position before
pulling down her panties and administering a stinging
spanking to young Janet's little bare bottom. How she
had hated those spankings.. and feared them!
When Aimee was born, Janet had resolved that she
would never spank her child. Yet, thought Janet,
here she was, with Aimee across her knee, about to give
her baby a good, sound spanking. Her mother had
always predicted that this day would arrive, and now it
had. As Janet placed her right hand across Aimee's
back to steady her, she felt as if she finally
understood how her own mother must have felt years ago
when she'd taken little Janet over her knee.
Much as it grieved Janet to be
about to bring tears to the eyes of the child she loved,
she knew that this was all the more reason to spank soundly
so that Aimee would learn her lesson well and not need
to be spanked again anytime soon for similar
misbehaviors. With this thought in mind
Janet took a firm hold of the waistband of Aimee's white
cotton panties and began to tug them down.
"NO-O-O!" cried Aimee in dismay,
reaching back to try to stay her mother's hand.
But it was too late. Mommy had already pulled her
panties down to the middle of her thighs and out of
So Mommy was going to spank her on her bare
bottom, just like Grandmamma used to do! The air
in the room felt suddenly cool against her suddenly bare
skin. All at once, Aimee felt dreadfully
vulnerable lying there with her panties down, with no
protection at all, knowing that Mommy was about to spank
After Janet had pulled Aimee's
panties down far enough to expose her daughter's pale
bottom and the upper part of her thighs, Mrs. Miller
paused for a moment to prepare herself for what she was
about to do. Across her lap, the twin orbs of
Aimee's buttocks were framed by the bunched up knot of
her panties on the left and the careless heap of
her skirt and slip on the right. So this is
was the view Janet's mother had had all those times
she'd spanked Janet as a child - so very different from
the view Janet herself remembered: the floorboards, her
mother's shoes, and the horrid sting as her mother's
palm methodically lit a fire on her unprotected
Although Janet was determined to
give her naughty child a good spanking, her heart also
felt heavy. Oh, how she wished this weren't
necessary! But what must be done must be done - and done
thoroughly. She raised her open palm high and
brought it down with a with a resounding SMACK
squarely across the soft mounds of Aimee's bottom.
And at that moment she realized her own mother must have
once felt much the same way.
The first slap caught Aimee by
surprise as she felt a sharp tingly pain in her bottom. SMACK
SMACK SMACK. Aimee's mother continued slap her
little daughter's bare buttocks swiftly with her open
hand. Aimee gasped and was too stunned to make any noise
during the first few smacks but that soon changed as the
smarting sting quickly began to build.
"OW! MOMEEEE! It
"I know Dear. [SMACK]
It's going to [SMACK] hurt [SMACK]
even [SMACK] more before I'm [SMACK]
finished with [SMACK] you!!"
Mrs. Miller still couldn't quite bring herself to
spank Aimee as hard as she imagined her own mother had
once spanked her, although she knew her daughter's cries
of pain were genuine. Aimee, who had no idea that
spankings could be even worse than this one, was
beginning to kick and buck on her mother's lap; however,
nothing could stop the rise and fall of her mother's
[SMACK] OW! [SMACK]
OWEE! [SMACK] OUCH! [SMACK]
*sob* [SMACK] *gasp*
As the sting of Aimee's first
spanking continued to mount, the little girl burst
completely into tears, her sobbing wails sharply
punctuated by the steady swats of her mother's palm
against her bare skin. Aimee knew that spankings
hurt, but she had not imagined that they could hurt this
much. How was Mommy able to make Aimee's bottom
smart so much with only her hand?!
Tears spilled from Aimee's
eyes, and bawling little girl kicked her legs and
squirmed on her mother's lap as Janet continued to slap
the little hemispheres smartly and emphatically.
If only she hadn't been such a bad girl! If only
she hadn't made Mommy so mad at her!
As Janet continued to
spank, the milky skin of her daughter's buttocks
gradually began to turn pink wherever they'd been
slapped. Again and again she aimed at the same
hand-shaped spot across the cheeks of Aimee's bare
behind, causing it to blush a deeper and deeper pink.
The more Janet spanked her little girl, the more
piteously the child cried and the more frantically she
kicked and twisted. Janet took a firmer hold of
Aimee and continued to punish her without breaking
As she held her sobbing
daughter tightly with one hand and spanked her with the
other, images flashed through Janet's mind of some of
the more memorable times when her own mother had
disciplined her this way: that time she'd copied from
her neighbor's paper on a test at school, the time she'd
gone swimming without permission, the time she'd thrown
sand at her brother at the beach, the time she and her
best friend made mud pies while wearing their
Sunday dresses, the time she'd... Little
Janet had been at least as much of a handful as Aimee
was, that's for sure!
Janet paused for a moment
and listened to her daughter cry. The spanks were
certainly hurting, but Aimee still wasn't crying quite
as hard as Janet would have been by now during one
of her own mother's spankings at this age. The
soundness of her mother's spankings had certainly taught
little Miss Janet Miller to behave herself, and she
wanted Aimee's first spanking to be equally sound. So,
steeling herself against the urge to comfort her crying
daughter, she began to slap Aimee's sore little bottom
once more, a little harder than before.
Before, Aimee had thought she could not take any
more but now the stinging pain was even worse.
Never had she imagined that her mother's gentle hand
could hurt so! Her bottom was scorching so badly! Aimee
wanted to beg for mercy but all she could manage to do
was cry as her mother continued to smack her bottom
until it was the color of strawberry ice cream.
Finally, ignoring the pins-and-needles sensation
in her own palm, Janet gave her daughter several slow,
extra-hard smacks to conclude the first spanking of
Aimee's life, while Aimee wailed loudly and flailed her
panty-entangled legs each time the slaps landed.
At last, Janet was satisfied that Aimee had been
Aimee was crying so hard, and her bottom was stinging
so urgently, that it took her several moments to notice
that her punishment was over. Janet let Aimee cry for
awhile over her lap but did not permit her to reach back
to rub her throbbing buttocks. Aimee was no
longer kicking and squirming, but lay limply,
draped like a wet cloth, weeping like the
freshly-spanked little girl she was. After couple
minutes had passed and Aimee was no longer crying as
hard, Janet began to admonish her.
"Are you going to do all your homework
from now on, young lady?"
"Y-y-yes... M-Mommy..." sobbed Aimee
"Are you going to clean your room when I ask
you to?" The same reply. Janet, went
through her whole list of grievances concerning her
daughter's behavior. In each case she asked if
Aimee was going to behave herself. In each
case a "yes Mommy" came in return.
"Do you promise to be a good girl from now
on?" Again, the same reply.
Aimee would have promised her
mother anything at that moment - anything to be back in
Mommy's favor again. And, of course, anything not
to get another spanking!
Janet helped Aimee to her feet, her
panties still down, and allowed her to rub her bottom.
She tenderly kissed her little daughter and gave her a
long hug while Aimee continued to sniffle and rest her
head on her Mommy's shoulder. Janet comforted her gently
as her tears abated, telling Aimee that she loved her
dearly and hadn't enjoyed giving her a spanking.
"But Aimee," she continued, her voice
soft but earnest, "from now on if you continue not
clean your room or do your homework or your chores, do
you know what is going to happen?" Janet gave
Aimee no time to reply, "No matter how much it
breaks Mommy's heart to do so, Mommy is going to march
you right back up here to your bedroom again, turn you
across her lap, pull down your panties, and give you another
spanking Is that understood?"
Yes. Aimee understood.
She understood that from now
on, being Mommy's daughter would never be the same