paulas schooling
Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 3:55 pm
For the most part Paula was a dream daughter for Sheri and I. She got good grades, didnt drink, smoke, or do drugs and never talked back to her parents.....ok that last statement was for the people who actually know paula.....and your welcome I hope you had a good laugh. The truth be told Paula is one of the most opinionated hard headed young ladies I have ever experienced. That includes the 50 billion friends she paraded in and out of our front door weekly. Well Paula has been known to have her share of run ins with Sheri; the love of my life and the mother of the stuborn one. Now the arguments and the fights varied from subject to subject but the out come was always the same; Paulas brown lil butt on top....of Sheris lap getting punished the old fashioned way. These run ins were rare, Paula always had a smart mouth but the chides and digs rarely warranted corporal punishment, ninety five percent of the time they were on the light hearted side and were met with snickers and sighs.
The "trouble" for lack of a better word, started when Paula turned eighteen. The young girl was now a young "lady" and was now expecting to be treated as such. The problem with that theory was; the young lady was still living at home and her post high school education funds were still coming from the bank of Mom and Dad. Curfews were for the children still going to high school and my dearest daughter was way beyond the menial rules she lived by so many years ago. Paula seemed to be making up for the lack of parties in high school with the new found freedom she discovered in college and even though we hadnt seen her grades yet there was no doubt that they were suffering. My little brown girls social life was on fire and little did she know her fanny was soon to follow suit. Sheris patience was at the end as one late night followed the next and the girl showed no signs of slowing down.
The apex of our story came on a Thursday night when once again Paula found the call of the night life irresistable. She was expected home every day between the hours of 4 and 6 oclock depending on which classes she had that particular day and Paula was no where to be seen. As the sun dipped behind the low laying hills of our bustling little town Sheri and I once again waited in anticipation for the return of our child. The first rule was simple, homework came first and then, time permitting, the social life came second. Apparently our little adult had a different plan of action and it didnt include studying, homework or anything of the like. Plans had to change and rules were going to be followed....one way or the other.
One a.m. came and the squeak and slam of the front door was the wake up call for the misses and I as we stretched out on the couch my feet on the coffee table and sheris head in my lap. Paula had decided to grace us with her presense as she strode by attempting a quick hi, night entrance and exit.
"Not so fast young lady!" Sheri sprang to her feet cutting paula off from her exit rout. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Out with friends." Paula blurted out avoiding eye contact while she attempted a side step to make her way to the stairs. Sheri, sleeping not 2 minutes ago, was wide awake now and ready for what ever the evasive young lady had to throw at her. Paula didnt make it to the first step when Sheri had her by elbow and in tow right for the couch.
"Heeeeyyyy what are you doing?!" Was all Paula could squeak out as she tripped and stumbled behind her determined mother. Sheri was not to be denied tonight, it was retribution time for the wayward girl and her neglected rear end. The couch was close by, handy and Sheri was soon parked on top with young paula flailing and kicking over her lap. "You cant do this....I'm in college noooowww!" Paulas voice cracked as she glared over her shoulder at her punisher. Paying no attention to the daggers coming from her daughter Sheri was looking down quizically at her daughters mini skirt that had crawled up and over the soon to be spanked cheeks revealing the T back panties she banned weeks ago, do to the revealing nature of both articles of clothing.
"Hey, didnt I tell you to get rid of this skirt and panties Paula?"
"Ummmm.....maybe!" Paulas head jerking forward realizing the error of not changing before she headed home. "I paid for it and I'm 18 now so you cant tell me what to do!" Paulas attempt at explaining her adulthood made her sound more like a child then ever.
"Oh right with the allowance your not going to get for the next two months." Sheri said with a smirk growing across her lips as she wrapped her left arm around Paulas waist in preperation for the punishment to come.
"Two months!" Paula squealed. "That is criminal...you wouldnt dare!"
"Oh I would, I would." Sheri calmly retorted as she turned her attention to the scantily clad bottom of her distraught daughter. "This skirt and panties are history young lady...do you understand me Paula?"....raising her hand, not waiting for an answer, Sheri brought it down hard, SMACK!, half on and half off the mini skirt that partially covered Paulas soon to be deep red derriere. You are going to...SWAT SLAP!..start following our rules...SLAP SMACK!..understand me missy?!"
Paula was already squirming and yelping at her mother swats, tears were forming in her humiliated eyes as she seemed to be realizing at that moment that she was indeed not too old for the old fashioned spanking.
"I'll throw them away right now...if you let me uuuuup!"...paula said desperately trying to find a way out of her precarious situation.
"You will throw them away after your punishment." was the response to the miserable young lady drapped over Sheris lap.....SWATSLAPSMACK...Sheris blood was up, Paula knew it, there was no stopping her now. "Push your butt up!" Sheri said sharply. With out hesitation Paula did what she was told and Sheri promptly escorted the skirt and undies down to the bent knees and up passed paulas dainty feet then tossed them to me for proper disposal in the trash.
Paulas light pink cheeks soon turned to a glowing red and Sheri was just getting warmed up. Sobs and pleas were soon to follow as paula was transformed from the young lady she so adamately claimed to be to the sobbing, insecure little girl of yesterday. Inevitably paula began reaching back in the attempt to ward off her mothers stinging blows, only prompting Sheri to pin the young "lady's" hand behind her back for better control. SWAT SMACK SLAP SWAT...the young pert butt was glowing, paula was sobbing and Sheri was going into overdrive....SWAT SMACK....please MOM I'm sorry I promise to obey your rules!.....SLAP...Stop spanking me....you...you....BITCH!......the word rang threw out the room then time seemed to stand still. Sheris hand froze just inches from paulas behind and the look on paulas face was worth a thousand words with every letter spelling out "MISTAKE." Now paula has said alot of things in the past during these sessions, some audible some not, but one thing is for sure none of them were the "B" word. Even I had the urge to run after that one but knew what the next course of actions was. The brush.....with one push the young rueful girl tumbled onto the floor while Sheri stood up towering above her.
" Get your ass in the bathroom young lady!" Sheri spat pointing at the door to the guest restroom. "you know the drill." Scrambling to her feet paula rubbed furiously as she ran to the bathroom without a word knowing anything else said would only make the remaining punishment worse. Tears coarsing down her cheeks she returned with the brush in hand and held it out to to the lady in waiting. Sheri was almost beyond her self and knew it...so looking up into paulas red pleading eyes, pointed across the room and said "NOW!" With that one word paula padded across the room with brush in hand hick up'd and stuck her nose in the corner.
I was proud of my wife, if she had proceeded with the brush at that point poor little paula wouldnt have been able to sit for a month. It was break time for the both of them.
The "trouble" for lack of a better word, started when Paula turned eighteen. The young girl was now a young "lady" and was now expecting to be treated as such. The problem with that theory was; the young lady was still living at home and her post high school education funds were still coming from the bank of Mom and Dad. Curfews were for the children still going to high school and my dearest daughter was way beyond the menial rules she lived by so many years ago. Paula seemed to be making up for the lack of parties in high school with the new found freedom she discovered in college and even though we hadnt seen her grades yet there was no doubt that they were suffering. My little brown girls social life was on fire and little did she know her fanny was soon to follow suit. Sheris patience was at the end as one late night followed the next and the girl showed no signs of slowing down.
The apex of our story came on a Thursday night when once again Paula found the call of the night life irresistable. She was expected home every day between the hours of 4 and 6 oclock depending on which classes she had that particular day and Paula was no where to be seen. As the sun dipped behind the low laying hills of our bustling little town Sheri and I once again waited in anticipation for the return of our child. The first rule was simple, homework came first and then, time permitting, the social life came second. Apparently our little adult had a different plan of action and it didnt include studying, homework or anything of the like. Plans had to change and rules were going to be followed....one way or the other.
One a.m. came and the squeak and slam of the front door was the wake up call for the misses and I as we stretched out on the couch my feet on the coffee table and sheris head in my lap. Paula had decided to grace us with her presense as she strode by attempting a quick hi, night entrance and exit.
"Not so fast young lady!" Sheri sprang to her feet cutting paula off from her exit rout. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Out with friends." Paula blurted out avoiding eye contact while she attempted a side step to make her way to the stairs. Sheri, sleeping not 2 minutes ago, was wide awake now and ready for what ever the evasive young lady had to throw at her. Paula didnt make it to the first step when Sheri had her by elbow and in tow right for the couch.
"Heeeeyyyy what are you doing?!" Was all Paula could squeak out as she tripped and stumbled behind her determined mother. Sheri was not to be denied tonight, it was retribution time for the wayward girl and her neglected rear end. The couch was close by, handy and Sheri was soon parked on top with young paula flailing and kicking over her lap. "You cant do this....I'm in college noooowww!" Paulas voice cracked as she glared over her shoulder at her punisher. Paying no attention to the daggers coming from her daughter Sheri was looking down quizically at her daughters mini skirt that had crawled up and over the soon to be spanked cheeks revealing the T back panties she banned weeks ago, do to the revealing nature of both articles of clothing.
"Hey, didnt I tell you to get rid of this skirt and panties Paula?"
"Ummmm.....maybe!" Paulas head jerking forward realizing the error of not changing before she headed home. "I paid for it and I'm 18 now so you cant tell me what to do!" Paulas attempt at explaining her adulthood made her sound more like a child then ever.
"Oh right with the allowance your not going to get for the next two months." Sheri said with a smirk growing across her lips as she wrapped her left arm around Paulas waist in preperation for the punishment to come.
"Two months!" Paula squealed. "That is criminal...you wouldnt dare!"
"Oh I would, I would." Sheri calmly retorted as she turned her attention to the scantily clad bottom of her distraught daughter. "This skirt and panties are history young lady...do you understand me Paula?"....raising her hand, not waiting for an answer, Sheri brought it down hard, SMACK!, half on and half off the mini skirt that partially covered Paulas soon to be deep red derriere. You are going to...SWAT SLAP!..start following our rules...SLAP SMACK!..understand me missy?!"
Paula was already squirming and yelping at her mother swats, tears were forming in her humiliated eyes as she seemed to be realizing at that moment that she was indeed not too old for the old fashioned spanking.
"I'll throw them away right now...if you let me uuuuup!"...paula said desperately trying to find a way out of her precarious situation.
"You will throw them away after your punishment." was the response to the miserable young lady drapped over Sheris lap.....SWATSLAPSMACK...Sheris blood was up, Paula knew it, there was no stopping her now. "Push your butt up!" Sheri said sharply. With out hesitation Paula did what she was told and Sheri promptly escorted the skirt and undies down to the bent knees and up passed paulas dainty feet then tossed them to me for proper disposal in the trash.
Paulas light pink cheeks soon turned to a glowing red and Sheri was just getting warmed up. Sobs and pleas were soon to follow as paula was transformed from the young lady she so adamately claimed to be to the sobbing, insecure little girl of yesterday. Inevitably paula began reaching back in the attempt to ward off her mothers stinging blows, only prompting Sheri to pin the young "lady's" hand behind her back for better control. SWAT SMACK SLAP SWAT...the young pert butt was glowing, paula was sobbing and Sheri was going into overdrive....SWAT SMACK....please MOM I'm sorry I promise to obey your rules!.....SLAP...Stop spanking me....you...you....BITCH!......the word rang threw out the room then time seemed to stand still. Sheris hand froze just inches from paulas behind and the look on paulas face was worth a thousand words with every letter spelling out "MISTAKE." Now paula has said alot of things in the past during these sessions, some audible some not, but one thing is for sure none of them were the "B" word. Even I had the urge to run after that one but knew what the next course of actions was. The brush.....with one push the young rueful girl tumbled onto the floor while Sheri stood up towering above her.
" Get your ass in the bathroom young lady!" Sheri spat pointing at the door to the guest restroom. "you know the drill." Scrambling to her feet paula rubbed furiously as she ran to the bathroom without a word knowing anything else said would only make the remaining punishment worse. Tears coarsing down her cheeks she returned with the brush in hand and held it out to to the lady in waiting. Sheri was almost beyond her self and knew it...so looking up into paulas red pleading eyes, pointed across the room and said "NOW!" With that one word paula padded across the room with brush in hand hick up'd and stuck her nose in the corner.
I was proud of my wife, if she had proceeded with the brush at that point poor little paula wouldnt have been able to sit for a month. It was break time for the both of them.