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 Mr and Mrs Williams have been married for 12 years. They couldn’t be happier since they have a lovely 8 year old girl named Jennifer. Their only child means the world to them. However, sometimes they had to be cruel to be kind in that they had to discipline their daughter occasionally, mainly through the punishment of a spanking.
 
Today, Jennifer had disobeyed her mother. Jennifer’s mother had requested that her daughter tidy her bedroom, but Jennifer had chosen to watch tv instead. This really upset her mother, and she had requested several times to Jennifer to do so. Finally she gave up and told Jennifer that she was going to get a spanking. Jennifer was upset and pleaded with her mother. “No, mummy. Please don’t spank me. I’ll start. See? I’m putting things away.” Mrs Williams suddenly felt a bit guilty. She wanted to let her daughter get on with tidying her room like she had asked. But she felt that her daughter had ignored her several times and that she would have to learn for future. “I’m sorry, Jennifer, but I asked you more than once to tidy your room and you ignored me. I’m afraid I can’t let this go unpunished.” She pulled out a chair and pulled her daughter towards her. Jennifer was starting to cry, but her mother did not back down. Mrs Williams pulled Jennifer over her knee. This was not the first spanking that Jennifer had. However, today there would be an unpleasant surprise for Jennifer. Her mother decided that she should spank Jennifer’s bare bottom. Jennifer felt her mother pull her knickers down. “What are you doing? No. Not a bare bottom spanking! Oh, no. My mum can see my bum. Oh, the embarrassment.” Jennifer’s mother started the spanking. Smack! Smack! Smack! Jennifer cried out. “Ow! My bottom!” More spanks came. Jennifer’s cries echoed the room.
 
Just then, Jennifer’s dad came in from work. Hearing the noise upstairs, he climbed the stairs to investigate. He noticed his daughter over his wife’s knee. Jennifer’s mother paused the spanking but would not allow Jennifer off her knee. “Oh, hi dear. I’m giving Jennifer a spanking. She would not obey me today.” “Right. Maybe I should give her a spanking too. “No!” Jennifer cried out. Her father would not listen. He helped Jennifer off her mother’s knee and her mother stood up to allow her dad to sit down. Then he placed Jennifer over his knee. Jennifer felt really embarrassed at her dad seeing her bare bottom. It was bad enough with her mum but not her dad as well. “Right, Jennifer. I’m going to make sure that you will not disobey us again.” Jennifer’s dad continued the spanking making Jennifer’s bottom even redder. Eventually, he stopped. Jennifer was bawling her eyes out by now. Her mother spoke: “So Jennifer, will you obey me in future?” Jennifer nodded. “I’m sorry we had to spank you. But sometimes, we have to be cruel to be kind. We had to punish you to make you a better person. Will you now tidy your room?” “Yes.”
 
Jennifer set to tidying her room, although it wasn’t easy with a very sore bottom. Yet she had learned a valuable lesson.

Taking baths are a part of life. How else can you get all the dirt and germs off without bathing? So I did bath that night, like every other night. I was 6 years old, still in the process of becoming a functional citizen of Life, and I had just finished the sanitizing routine of the bath. I sat in my room, without any clothes, as do most children my age do. Nothing to do, another part of life. Sitting on my bed waiting for mommy and daddy to put me in my pajamas and tuck me away, I saw nothing but an empty room full of fate. And as fate would have it, there appeared on the ground, for reasons unknown, a large wooden stick. Why a stick, I wonder to this day. Maybe fate wanted me to pick up that stick. So I did, I picked up that stick and began to play with it. Swinging it above my head, the boredom subsided with my new adventure of swinging that stick. And, as fate would have it, there rested a large ceiling light above my head. The purpose of the light was simple, to illuminate. But fate would have that light serve another purpose that night. As I swung that stick above my head, the sound of shattered glass echoed through the house. Tiny shards of glass snowed down onto my bed and floor. It was fate that my naked body did not get cut by that snow. And as fate would have it, I lodged in the second story of my house, with a large staircase leading to my room. And I heard, that night, the rushing of feet up those stairs, intimidating yet bringing a sense of normalty. I had just broken a light somehow, the best and worse thing to see walk through my door was my mommy and daddy. My mommy gasped, my daddy took action. He carefully pulled me away from the bed, away from the glass. My mommy observed the room, making sure the roof hadn't collapsed. They asked what happened, but as fate would have it, that stick still rested on my bed. They knew what had happened. Fate also had my mommy buy a vaccum cleaner, for instances such as this. My daddy went and retrieved the machine, and began cleaning up my floor and bed. My mommy told me to wait in the corner of the room. My room was square, four corners, fate seemed to enjoy corners. I watched from the corner as my daddy went about like a professional on a mission, removing the harmful glass from my room. After the bustle, it seemed my parents were done. My mommy called my daddy over to her, and they discussed in whispers somethning. I didn't know what it was, but fate did. I was the youngest of four kids, as fate would have it, I didn't get in trouble too often. But perhaps fate allowed this to happen in order to give my parents an excuse, in order to level out the kharmic balance that was my siblings and I. So it was my turn, I suppose. No escaping fate. My mommy left the room and my daddy pulled out a chair from my desk and grabbed me, taking me to the spot where it was destined to happen. I was turned over his knee, and, as fate had planned, my bottom was still bare from the bath. Fate decided that I needed a spanking that night. My daddy gave me several hard spanks on my little bottom, a crude awakening to the realities of life. The next thing I knew I was laying on my bed, safe from the painful glass, yet feeling a painful sensation in my bottom, much like glass had stuck itself in the skin. But it wasn't glass, it was my daddy's spanking he had given me. Later that night, as fate would have it, my mommy returned, got me dressed, and tucked me into bed. I guess it was fate that I was to be reminded that children make mistakes and that parents are the bringers of punishment, but it was also fate that told me even with punishment comes reconciliation, love.

Hello, my name is Julia, 9 years old.
I am a very sporty kid
In my classroom, I am the best in sports.
I practise athletism and tennis in clubs, and I have excellent results.
I am a champion.
My parents are great sporty too
 
I always need to move and to train myself.
Tomorrow, there is no school.
I play with my tennis racket and a ball out side , against a wall to train myself.
 
Unfortunately after 20 minutes, it starts raining.
I am very disappointed and I go back inside the house.
 
But I have a bad idea : i will continue to play tennis inside the house.
Mom has always strictly forbidden to play with a ball inside house.
At this time, Mom is in the kitchen and if I am careful, she will no hear me.
 
Mom sees me going back to home.
I tell her that I am putting away my tennis affairs and going to watch TV  because of rain.
 
So, I am in the TV room, and I play gently with my racket and a b allagainst a part of a wall.
But it is too slow for me.
I accelarate a bit, no problem.
I accelerate more, but this time I miss the ball , and ... oh no... , a wrong rebound and the ball is going toward the lamp, and the lamp is broken.
 
I am very embarassed and quickly I try to repair and hide the broken part of the lamp. I hope that Mom has not heard the noise.
 
But I hear my mother coming toward the TV room.
"What happens here ? every thing is OK julia ?"
 
When she opens the door, she has a fast look first on the broken lamp, secondly on the tennis racket and ball.
I see my mother's face becoming very very angry.
 
"What have you done ?" she shouts "I have forbidden one hundred of times to play tennis inside house !!!! You desobeid me !!!! this lamp was a present of your grandmother !!! This time you will get it !!! "
 
I am shattered and I have the eyes filled of tears.
I try to apologize , but I feel my mother pulling my arms strongly.
 
She sits on the sofa, and pull down my pants and panties.
Just after, she lays me on her knees and spanks me severely during a long time.
 
I have never been spanked so hard.
At a moment , I turn my head to my mother :
"sniff, I apologize sniff , it was only for training sniff"
 
Mom answers angry "it is forbidden to lay tennis inside and you know it. You have desobeid. You get what you deserve".
 
And she continues to spank me hard and my bottom hurts a lot.
 
After Mom sends me to my room and I think to what I do.
It is clear that I will not do it again. The lesson is learnt.

 20th March 1955.
Today is sunday.
As many sundays, my mother and me will go to visit Aunt Margaret, the sister of my mother.

I hate to spend sundays in her home, this is so boring.
There is nothing interestant to do for a eight years old girl as me.
Aunt Margaret is an old single woman and has never met the man of her life.
In our family, we are unlucky with men, because my father left us when I was a baby.
 
So I am not in a good mood to go one more time in Aunt Margaret's house.
During the lunch, I have been unpleasant, and I tells some naughty things to Aunt Margaret , about her relations ship with men.
 
Mom is very angry : "Shut up , Elisabeth!!! It is not the business of a little girl !!! "
Aunt Margaret is offensed but tells "Keep cool. She is right . Truth is often told by a kid"
Mom adds severely" I can't tolerate a such behaviour. She will get a spanking when we will be back to home"
 
After this sentence, there is a long silence during the lunch and I am very scared.
After long minutes, ambience becomes more cool.
I decide to become the most pretty possible to be forgiven.
 
I provide help to clear the table , wash the dish.
During all afternoon time, we never have spoken about my previous behaviour at lunch time.
 
I hope it has been definitively forgotten.
My mother is shoolmistress and is very strict with discipline.
She believes in spanking, and often gives sound spankings in the classroom.
She is feared and respected by all schoolboys and schoolgirls.
 
When travelling back to home, again we don't speak about the conflict which took place and Mom does not speak about the promised spanking.
I hope my plan has worked.
 
When we enters in home, I am a little bit worry.
Quickly, I request to go to make my homework.
Mom answers : "Of course, but before, we have  a problem to settle"
 
I am surprised and desesparate : my plan is fully broken.
But Mom, I say whinig : "I thought it was forgotten and forgiven"
 
"Promises are made to be realized, Elisabeth' She answers. "Now, come with me".
 
I follow without protesting.
I know, by experience, that if protesting, fighting or struggling at spanking time , she spanks more hard.
 
She sits on a chair, and lays me over her knees.
She raises my skirt and bares my bottom.
She spanks me during a long a long time.
The spanking is harder I thought and it remains only my two hands to dry my tears.
 
After several years, I have understood , how I have been naughty with my aunt and how this spanking was deserved