Reintroduction to the paddle part II
Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:08 pm
Luckily for me (and my sore butt), my parents deemed the house passable when they came to inspect it and I was allowed to return the paddle to the garage. I put it back in its drawer, hoping it would get to remain there untouched for a long time.
In the following days my behaviour was impeccable. There was no way I wanted to find myself over the back of that couch any time soon! Unfortunately, my parents took this change in attitude as an indication that they were right, and that a good spanking was the only punishment that would get through to me and I heard them commenting about this more than once.
My parents had spanked me fairly regularly up until my teens and then they had kind of tailed out. The last one had been big and it had scared me into behaving myself for a long time after- and at some point during that time my parents had obviously decided I was getting too old for it. Now they seemed to have changed their mind on that point!
So I was behaving really well, respecting curfews, doing chores without arguing, not answering my parents back... a month went by without incident (although I was finding it a bit of a strain being constantly good!). It could only last so long though, and temptation got the better of me at school one day.
I had never liked history or french and I had them both that Wednesday afternoon. They bored me senseless and also I had found that I could pass them by studying out of the textbook or by copying up from more conscientious friends. So when my best friend Tina suggested we cut school that afternoon and go to the mall instead, I figured why not? We'd done it many times before and never gotten caught and I was feeling pretty cabin feverish after all the strict rules I had imposed upon myself.
We went to the mall and had a great time looking round the stores, trying on clothes and listening to CDs. We made sure we kept an eye on the time so we could make sure we returned home at the usual time. We walked home together as usual and parted ways at the end of my road. I waltzed into the house and said hi to my mom who was sat in the kitchen. I was about to breeze past her towards the stairs when she froze me in my tracks.
"How was school today?" she asked casually.
"Uh... ok. The usual."
"I had an interesting call from the principal this afternoon."
Uh-oh...
"Oh?" I said brightly, hoping to talk my way out of it.
"Yes. She said she did a spot check on attendance in class this afternoon and you were found to be missing from your history class. Would you like to explain why?"
My brain spun. Should I try and lie my way out of it or should I just come clean. I foolishly chose the former option.
"Oh yeah... I had a real bad headache, I went to find the nurse."
My mom stood up quickly. "Oh did you indeed?"
I felt suddenly nervous which was weird since I never thought I was afraid of my mom. Maybe I was remembering that conversation from a month ago! I realised she still towered over me, even though I was now seventeen.
"Um..."
"Amanda Logan, you are lying to me and I want you to tell me the truth! You are in a lot of trouble already, young lady, and you're only going to make it worse for yourself. Now. Tell me where you were this aftertoon."
I hung my head. "I went to the mall."
"I see. Who with?"
"Mom..!"
"WHO with?"
I stalled. I couldn't rat my friend out but chances were she knew already- the principal was bound to have let slip that the two of us were missing together.
"Tina," I whispered.
"I think you know what punishment's in store for you. Go to your room and wait for me."
Oh no! I trudged slowly to my room and sat on my bed nervously. I was going to get spanked, I knew it. Back when my parents had spanked me regularly, whereas my dad had always paddled me in the den, my mom had always sent me to my room to wait and “think about what I’d done”. Until a month ago, I hadn’t really thought much about those childhood spankings but they had been on my mind a lot recently (for some reason!) Each of my parents had their own routine and I had never decided which of the two of them I least wanted to get spanked by. My dad tended to favour the paddle and a set number of swats. My mom had always turned me over her knee and spanked with her hand until she felt I had had enough. One thing I had always been grateful for was that they had both tended to spank over panties. I doubt the thin cotton offers much by way of protection but it’s embarrassing enough having to present yourself for a spanking without having your parents see your bare, upturned butt… I remembered seeing my cousin getting spanked once. She had been fourteen at the time and my aunt, her mom, had flipped her over her knee, pulled down her pants and spanked her bare butt in front of a room full of people. I had felt so sorry for her, more for the humiliation than the pain itself. But right now it was myself I was feeling sorry for as I sat on my bed listening for my mother’s footsteps.
After what felt like both seconds and an eternity I heard the tread of her feet on the stairs. She entered my room and, as was expected, I stood up and she took my place sitting on the bed.
“Well Amanda. It’s been a long time since we’ve last done this but you know that your father and I have decided that this is what you need. I don’t need to begin to tell you how disappointed and angry I am that you’re cutting school and I bet this wasn’t the first time. Am I right?”
“Yes…”
“I’m glad you’re finally being honest. Although you’ll be getting spanked both for cutting school and for lying to me at the beginning. Now come here.”
I stepped towards her and lay gingerly across her knee. I felt the cool air on my thighs as she flipped my pleated skirt up.
“Hmm. You’re a bit bigger than you were last time. Lift your hips up a little.”
I did as she asked and I felt her slide a cushion underneath me, pushing my butt even further into the air. I felt incredibly exposed and I hung there, my arms flopping down in front of me and my legs straight, toes barely touching the carpet.
She placed her hand onto my butt and I felt myself quiver with anticipation. She began by rubbing my butt slowly and patting it occasionally. Both my parents like to warm up to a spanking my fondling my butt cheeks- I’ve never quite figured out why but they’ll rub and pat my butt as they finish off the lecture. It’s like they are trying to focus my attention on my buttocks and what is about to happen to them, as though I might have had my mind elsewhere at that point.
My mom was lecturing me about the importance of not cutting school, of being honest et cetera et cetera. To be honest, I never really take in the lecture because I’m too busy worrying about what’s about to happen! I made sure I offered up the appropriate responses of “I know… I’m sorry…yes…” though.
“Are you ready?” The dreaded words came all too soon.
“Yes mom.”
I felt her hand leave my butt and a split second later it began to rain down in fast, heavy slaps.
“Oh…ah!” I gasped, clenching my buttocks involuntarily.
Slap, slap, slap!
I clenched and unclenched, gritted my teeth, did everything I could to try and alleviate the burning that was tearing up my backside. After what felt like forever, there was a pause.
“Well Amanda. Do you think you’re likely to be cutting any classes in the future?”
“No!” I gasped out. Please be over! I thought to myself, lifting my head and shaking my sweaty bangs from my face.
“I agree, you seem like you’ve learned that lesson. Now stand up. We’re not done yet.”
“What??” I struggled to my feet and looked at her in horror.
“You lied to me and to me that’s worse than cutting school in the first place. In fact, you lied easily and unashamedly to me, twice. To me that shows you have a seriously bad attitude about lying and I intend to correct that now. Now, bend over and touch your toes.”
“No mom, please!” I couldn’t take anymore!
“You’ll get more if you continue to argue with me because I’ll think that you don’t agree that lying to me was a bad thing to do that deserves to be punished.”
“I agree it’s bad, but I’ve been punished alr-“
“That was for the cutting school. Now bend over and wait while I fetch the paddle.”
In the following days my behaviour was impeccable. There was no way I wanted to find myself over the back of that couch any time soon! Unfortunately, my parents took this change in attitude as an indication that they were right, and that a good spanking was the only punishment that would get through to me and I heard them commenting about this more than once.
My parents had spanked me fairly regularly up until my teens and then they had kind of tailed out. The last one had been big and it had scared me into behaving myself for a long time after- and at some point during that time my parents had obviously decided I was getting too old for it. Now they seemed to have changed their mind on that point!
So I was behaving really well, respecting curfews, doing chores without arguing, not answering my parents back... a month went by without incident (although I was finding it a bit of a strain being constantly good!). It could only last so long though, and temptation got the better of me at school one day.
I had never liked history or french and I had them both that Wednesday afternoon. They bored me senseless and also I had found that I could pass them by studying out of the textbook or by copying up from more conscientious friends. So when my best friend Tina suggested we cut school that afternoon and go to the mall instead, I figured why not? We'd done it many times before and never gotten caught and I was feeling pretty cabin feverish after all the strict rules I had imposed upon myself.
We went to the mall and had a great time looking round the stores, trying on clothes and listening to CDs. We made sure we kept an eye on the time so we could make sure we returned home at the usual time. We walked home together as usual and parted ways at the end of my road. I waltzed into the house and said hi to my mom who was sat in the kitchen. I was about to breeze past her towards the stairs when she froze me in my tracks.
"How was school today?" she asked casually.
"Uh... ok. The usual."
"I had an interesting call from the principal this afternoon."
Uh-oh...
"Oh?" I said brightly, hoping to talk my way out of it.
"Yes. She said she did a spot check on attendance in class this afternoon and you were found to be missing from your history class. Would you like to explain why?"
My brain spun. Should I try and lie my way out of it or should I just come clean. I foolishly chose the former option.
"Oh yeah... I had a real bad headache, I went to find the nurse."
My mom stood up quickly. "Oh did you indeed?"
I felt suddenly nervous which was weird since I never thought I was afraid of my mom. Maybe I was remembering that conversation from a month ago! I realised she still towered over me, even though I was now seventeen.
"Um..."
"Amanda Logan, you are lying to me and I want you to tell me the truth! You are in a lot of trouble already, young lady, and you're only going to make it worse for yourself. Now. Tell me where you were this aftertoon."
I hung my head. "I went to the mall."
"I see. Who with?"
"Mom..!"
"WHO with?"
I stalled. I couldn't rat my friend out but chances were she knew already- the principal was bound to have let slip that the two of us were missing together.
"Tina," I whispered.
"I think you know what punishment's in store for you. Go to your room and wait for me."
Oh no! I trudged slowly to my room and sat on my bed nervously. I was going to get spanked, I knew it. Back when my parents had spanked me regularly, whereas my dad had always paddled me in the den, my mom had always sent me to my room to wait and “think about what I’d done”. Until a month ago, I hadn’t really thought much about those childhood spankings but they had been on my mind a lot recently (for some reason!) Each of my parents had their own routine and I had never decided which of the two of them I least wanted to get spanked by. My dad tended to favour the paddle and a set number of swats. My mom had always turned me over her knee and spanked with her hand until she felt I had had enough. One thing I had always been grateful for was that they had both tended to spank over panties. I doubt the thin cotton offers much by way of protection but it’s embarrassing enough having to present yourself for a spanking without having your parents see your bare, upturned butt… I remembered seeing my cousin getting spanked once. She had been fourteen at the time and my aunt, her mom, had flipped her over her knee, pulled down her pants and spanked her bare butt in front of a room full of people. I had felt so sorry for her, more for the humiliation than the pain itself. But right now it was myself I was feeling sorry for as I sat on my bed listening for my mother’s footsteps.
After what felt like both seconds and an eternity I heard the tread of her feet on the stairs. She entered my room and, as was expected, I stood up and she took my place sitting on the bed.
“Well Amanda. It’s been a long time since we’ve last done this but you know that your father and I have decided that this is what you need. I don’t need to begin to tell you how disappointed and angry I am that you’re cutting school and I bet this wasn’t the first time. Am I right?”
“Yes…”
“I’m glad you’re finally being honest. Although you’ll be getting spanked both for cutting school and for lying to me at the beginning. Now come here.”
I stepped towards her and lay gingerly across her knee. I felt the cool air on my thighs as she flipped my pleated skirt up.
“Hmm. You’re a bit bigger than you were last time. Lift your hips up a little.”
I did as she asked and I felt her slide a cushion underneath me, pushing my butt even further into the air. I felt incredibly exposed and I hung there, my arms flopping down in front of me and my legs straight, toes barely touching the carpet.
She placed her hand onto my butt and I felt myself quiver with anticipation. She began by rubbing my butt slowly and patting it occasionally. Both my parents like to warm up to a spanking my fondling my butt cheeks- I’ve never quite figured out why but they’ll rub and pat my butt as they finish off the lecture. It’s like they are trying to focus my attention on my buttocks and what is about to happen to them, as though I might have had my mind elsewhere at that point.
My mom was lecturing me about the importance of not cutting school, of being honest et cetera et cetera. To be honest, I never really take in the lecture because I’m too busy worrying about what’s about to happen! I made sure I offered up the appropriate responses of “I know… I’m sorry…yes…” though.
“Are you ready?” The dreaded words came all too soon.
“Yes mom.”
I felt her hand leave my butt and a split second later it began to rain down in fast, heavy slaps.
“Oh…ah!” I gasped, clenching my buttocks involuntarily.
Slap, slap, slap!
I clenched and unclenched, gritted my teeth, did everything I could to try and alleviate the burning that was tearing up my backside. After what felt like forever, there was a pause.
“Well Amanda. Do you think you’re likely to be cutting any classes in the future?”
“No!” I gasped out. Please be over! I thought to myself, lifting my head and shaking my sweaty bangs from my face.
“I agree, you seem like you’ve learned that lesson. Now stand up. We’re not done yet.”
“What??” I struggled to my feet and looked at her in horror.
“You lied to me and to me that’s worse than cutting school in the first place. In fact, you lied easily and unashamedly to me, twice. To me that shows you have a seriously bad attitude about lying and I intend to correct that now. Now, bend over and touch your toes.”
“No mom, please!” I couldn’t take anymore!
“You’ll get more if you continue to argue with me because I’ll think that you don’t agree that lying to me was a bad thing to do that deserves to be punished.”
“I agree it’s bad, but I’ve been punished alr-“
“That was for the cutting school. Now bend over and wait while I fetch the paddle.”