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"Susan, behave yourself!" Susan's mother, in her late 20's, tries desperately to get her daughter to stop trying to steal candy from the candy jar. Her mother is busying herself washing the windows of the house, which Susan uses as a diversion to sneak candy from the kitchen. "You'd better not take any more candy, Susan!" Susan laughs and runs off with another piece of candy. Susan's mother was a very soft mother, and could not bring herself to punish her daughter. But after hearing the mocking laughter of her daughter, she puts down her rag and marches over to Susan. "Susan! You're in trouble!" Susan laughs. "What are you going to do mom? I already ate the candy!" "No more candy Susan!" Susan runs off laughing, but turns back and says "You're not going to spank me so I can do what I want!" Susan runs off to play. Her mother sits down and begins to cry. Time passes, as well as tears, before the front door is heard. Her husband walks through the door, having just returned with some paint for their fence. "You know, I like the guy, but I swear that Lindon Johnson's leading us into war!" The husband stops as he reaches his wife. "What's wrong darling?" His wife looks up. "Its Susan. She is just being so naughty today. She won't listen to me, and she keeps taking candy, and she told me that I was powerless!" "What? That brat..." Her husband walks out to the living room and spots Susan. "Susan! Come over here!" Susan, full of sugar, laughs at her father. "No, daddy! You'll have to catch me!" "Susan! I mean it! You do not talk to your mother that way!" "What way?" "Susan! Get over here now!" Her father finally rushes into the room and grabs Susan by the arm. "Susan, you've gone too far with your behavior! You've crossed the line one hundred times over! I'm going to give you such a spanking!" Susan, now knowing her fate, begins to cry. "No, daddy! I was just having fun!" "The father talks as he pulls up a chair. "You cannot have fun and disrespect your parents at the same time. That is called insolence." Her father lifts up her dress and pulls down her panties, down to her ankles. Her daughter gives it one last shot. "Daddy! I'll be good! I'll help you and mommy clean the house!" "You will after you've had your spanking!" "Fine! Give me a spanking! Its not gonna hurt! I'm not scared!" The father is only encouraged more at this comment. He lays his daughter across his lap and lifts up her dress, exposing her bare bottom. He begins to spank, starting off with 3 very strong spanks. Her daughter yelps in pain and begins kicking her legs, not expecting the spanking to be so painful. Her father continues to spank, and the daughter continues to cry out and kick her legs, until her panties fly right off her. The mother watches from the other room as her husband administers the well-deserved spanking to their naughty child. Susan, in the middle of a very painful spanking, tries to get her father to stop by saying "Daddy! I'm sorry! It hurts! I will obey you now!" For most parents, this would be enough. But the father adds in another 5 smacks for emphasis. He stops, catching his breath. "Susan, I'm sorry I had to spank you so hard, but I needed to get through to you. You need to obey your mother and I, and respect us." It was a very hard spanking, but to be fair, Susan had deserved it.

Hello I am Sandra.

During my childhood, I lived in a house closed to Paris with Dad, Mom and Paul my brother who is 4 years younger as me.

With my brother, we have received a good education, not too strict, not too cool.

Like in the most part of families, it happened sometimes we received spankings from Dad or Mom.
Spankings were not the most used punishment. It was occasionnal,  it depended on gravity of the fault.
When it happened, it was an OTK spanking with hand . We received arond 10-12 smacks on skirt or pants. It hurted enought to make us cry.
 
I was 11 years old when I receive my worst and last spanking.
 
I have to told before , that the morning at school, we have a talking with some friends about  when we have received our last spanking.
For everybody, the last one seemed to be a long time ago.
We conclude that now we were no more kids and we were too old to get spanked.It was the last year in primary school, we felt ourself big girls.

 I was very proud to annouce that my last spanking was given to me whan I was 8. For my friends it was 9, so I was the champion.
At this moment, I had no doubt about the bad end of afternoon which will happen.
 
After school, my brother and me went back to home.

Mom did not work, and managed us for homework, bath, ...
The usual organization was always the same :
1) She helped my brother to do homework
2) During this time, I prepared my own homework
3)She came in my room to check my homework
4) Before bath, I was always allowed to watch on TV my favourite serie
 
So, my mother was in Paul's room and I was studying a lesson for the control tomorrow. I had mathematics exercises to do too.
I  heared through the walls Paul getting a telling-off from Mom.
There was a letter from schoolmistress which informed my parents that Paul had a bad behaviour since some days in school.

As usual Paul tried to justify with unreal explainations and more he tried , more Mom guessed he lied. My mother hates lyers.
Minutes after minutes, I heard the tone of the voice increasing, and I felt Mom more and more annoyed.
In my brain, I guessed what will happen to Paul.

From my room, I heard Paul getting the spanking.

I had fun to hear this scene but in the same time, it took more time as usual, and I started to be worry to watch my favourite serie on TV on time.
In any case, I was not concentrated to my work.

When finished, after leaving my brother crying, she entered in my room to check my homework.

I saw that Mom was very annoyed.
I made a first error by saying something stupid as : "At last !!!  When I was a little girl, spanking went faster"

Mom stopped to move at entrance of my room and glared (angry look) at me. After some seconds of silence, she firmly said : "Silence !!! Mind of your own business".

She started to get a look on my mathematical  exercises."On the four, two are wrongs. You've done too fast.You have to do it again", she said showing me the confusion. In my brain , I thought to my TV program which will start in a few minutes.

"Now, let's check your lesson of geography". She asked me several questions, all my answers were wrong. I saw anger growing up.
" Do you think I'm stupid ? You have learned nothing " she shouted.
" I come back in 30 minutes and you have better to work".

"But Mom, the TV serie will start in a few minutes. I promise to do it after"
"No, if you'd better worked, before, you would have finished.. You have first to work. When I will see your homework is well done, you can go downstairs".

I was furious, so furious , that I had a bad temper gesture : I throwed on floor my mathematic book.

Mom catched me by the arm, sat dow on my bed. She laid me over her knees and spanked me soundly.
SMACK You SMACK are SMACK not too old SMACK to receive SMACK spanking. SMACK SMACK SMACK. Now , I expect, you finish your work . SMACK SMACK SMACK.

I was more than suprised, it was unbelievable.I really thought , I was too old to receive spankings, but appearly Mom did not share this point of view. I hoped than Paul will not tell that to my friends.

The smacks hurted me a little and I succeeded to not cry. (Normal, I thought I was a big girl). And I was always angry to miss my TV serie.

When I standed up after the spanking,I was so angry, that I talked back  naughtyiy to Mom. I have never lacked of respect like that before.

I said something hugely stupid as "Have you finished your tantrum? I couln't care less, it doesn't hurt. I go to see my movie."

(Today, thirty years after, I sorrow and I apologize to my mother to have spoken like that)

So I turned my feet, avoided to look her eyes and started to go out the room.
I walked maybe 4 steps, Mom recaptured me and with strength took me towards the bed again, in a big silence.

Always in silence, she laid me again over her knees, but this time she raised my skirt and pulled my panties just over my knees.
I didn't realize exactly what happened.

Always in silence, she spanked me very hard with a strength I did'nt know to her.
It was short (maybe 2 minutes) but very intense. I am not able to tell how many smacks I received, but I remember , it was very hard on a very fast rythm.

This time, it was not possible to resist, and I have started to cry, just after the first smack. At a moment I have tried to hide my bottom with my hand, but she firmly phushed it away.(see 1st link)

I have tried to implore, to apologize, but it was as she heared nothing. And during all the spanking, she said no word.

She stopped the spanking, when she decided to stop.

After the spanking, she went out of the room, always without saying a word, leaving me crying.
I was aware that my behaviour had reached the limit of Mom's patience.

My bottom has never been so warm. (see 2nd link)

For the rest of the evening, Paul and me have obeid to all Mom's requirements (homework, bath, dinner, ..). We knew we have been in trouble. We didn't look Mom in their eyes, we were so shameful. Mom din'nt spoke us again of our behaviour.

When dinning, Dad came back from work (I dreaded this moment). He felt immediatly the tension always present in house. Mom explained him
what happened. I nervously look my plate and kept eyes down.

Dad was furious : the thing he hated the most was lack of respect. It was limit for me to receive another correction. My bottom warmed always and curiously seemed to warm more at this time. But Mom told him , she thought the lesson has been learnt.

I have been forbidden of TV watching, during 2 weeks.

The day after, Paul and decided to to speak of our both spankings to friens. I t was a secret.

I have been nice for days and weeks following this drama.
That was my last and worst spanking

1) Lived By  Mom


My name is Judith. I am 33 years old.
 
I am a business woman and I work hard, often late in my company.
I have comfortable salary, I have responsabilities.
 
I live alone with my daughter Jade, 6 years old. Her father left our family when she was born.
My daughter is like  an angel and she is what I love the most in the world.
 
Jade is usually pretty, but I have to confess , I give in all what she wants, so it is more easy.
In reality , when I rarely disagree to her requests, I  always finish to accept she wants.
It is my way to make up for the fact I go back to home late and I have not enough time with her during the week.

To summurize : I have no autority , but she is so pretty.
It is clear, she maybe sometimes deserves to be punished, but I don't do it by weakness.

When I was a kid, I received spankings when I was wrong and it always put me in right way, but I try to raise Jade without punishments.... until this friday evening.

It was Friday. At office it has been horrible with a lot of pressure. We had absolutely to send a proposal before the evening and we were late.

When finished, I was very tired, and happily , because now at least it was week end and I was hurry to have good cool week end with my little darling.

I came back to home around 8pm and I gave money to Jessie , the baby sitter who keeps Jade from monday to friday evenings.
Jade was already in pyjamas and has eaten her lunch made by Jessie.

Jade told me her day at school and I lovely listened.
8:30pm , it was close to bedtime, when Jade informed me "I forget to tell you something Mummy, I have invited Melissa to come to play and to eat here tomorrow. You just have to call her mother and confirm"

In my head : "Melissa!! Oh no!! I want to keep cool. Melissa is a kind of little evil, a real nightmare : she is never able to stay more than 5mn at the same place, yells all time long , able to transform a flat to a battle field, talk balk and obey to noting. I don't approve the influence of this girl on Jade"

I explained to Jade " I am tired and I want to have a cool week end alone with you. Tomorrow, we will go together to movies or to the zoo"
"I don't want go to movies or zoo. I only want to play with Melissa. Please Mummy" she answered with a nice smile that she always know to do in such cases.

If other cirumstances, I would have accepted, but I was too much tired. Without a word, I took the telephone and called Melissa's mother to cancel.
I heard Jade whining "Buut Moom!!!" and stamping her feet with rage

She became very angry, when she listened me cancelling, and threw a magazine on the floor. After she ran to her room and banged  the door very violently.

At this moment I thought that if there was a father in this house, this problem would have been closed since a long time.

After phone call, I decided to go with her in her room , to explain her calmly I was tired, I thought she will understand.
Through the door,  I heared her throwing objects on floor with rage. When I opened the door, she threw into my face a small rebounding ball. I received it just below the my right eye and it has hurted me. My anger grews again more when I have heard "well done".

How my little angel can become a such monster because I refuse her something ?

This time, I could not accept this tantrum and I had to use harsh measures. My point of view about education changed in a few seconds. I din't need to think a long time, to decide that a severe spanking was the appropriate punishment.

I walked determinedly towards her , cought her arm and brought her towards the first seat I found. I layed her over my knees and pulled down her pyjama pants until her feet. Her little bottom was exposed to me.
 
Before I started, I waited some seconds to calm down  just a few when I heard an afraid little voice "But, Mom what are you doing ?"
I prefered to say nothing to avoid to tell naughty things I'll sorrow later because I was too much angry.
 
I raised my my arm as high as possible and I gave her the first smack with the my hand as strong I could.
She yelled and struggled, but  I succeeded to give 3 other smacks in spite of her attemps to struggle. After I blocked her legs between mine, and her two hands with my left hand.
So , she was under full control, and I could continue the spanking on a good rythm. I have tried to close my ears to not hear implorements and yellings. I wanted to have no mercy.
 
After around 8-9 good smacks, I made a very short break and told her " and now this is for all other times , you deserved to be punished the last weeks"
And I gave 6-7  other firm smacks. She yelled and screamed.
 
A new short pause : "Now do you will be a good girl ?"
"Sniff, Y-y-y-es, sniff, I p-p-promise" she said screaming.

When  I was a kid, and received spankings, I remember my mother telling me that she stopped the spanking when the bottom will be fully red to be sure the lesson is teached.
And I did exactly the same thing with Jade.

"This is to be sure" I told her and and I gave around 6 last smacks.
 
When I finished the spanking, Jade standed up screaming and watched her red bottom.
With a firm voice, I expected : "Now brush your teeth and go to bed. You had think to what you did" And I added "Every next time, you will behave wrong, you will get the same punishment as today"
The day after, Jade apologized and we had a very good week end.
But I have changed my ideas to raise Jade.

 2) lived by little girl


My name is Jade. I am 6 years old.
I have no father and I live wih my pretty mother in a big flat.
 
I don't see a lot Mom during the week.
 But I love her a lot because she offers me a lot of presents and does all what I want. Sometimes, it happens she disagree but I always succeed to seduce her  or to negociate to get what I want.
 
At school, my friends have not a such pretty mother. They tell me they are sometimes punished, and the punishment they hate the most is a spanking.
I am lucky to have a mother who does not punish ... until this friday evening.
 
Mom was late as usual , and I ate with the babysitter.
I was happy, because I phoned to my best friend Melissa to invite her to spend saturday with us. I like Melissa, she is really funny.
Her mother told me, that my mother had to confirm. No problem
 
When Mom was back, I told her what I planned, but I was very surprised because she refused. I have tried to seduce her one more time but she called Melissa's mother to cancel.
 
It was the first time she really refused me something and I was very angry. I threw the magazine  which was on the table on the floor.
After I ran to my room; I was so annoyed that I banged the door.
I was very angry against my naughty Mom, and I threw all toys I saw on the floor.
 
I heard her come to room. I thought "I don't want to see you , naughty mother, I hate you" and I catch a rebounding ball. When She opened the door, I threw the ball and succeded to reach her. " Well done" , I thought, the next time she will have to accept my plans.
 
I saw Mom putting her hand some seconds on the impact and come quickly into my direction.
I was surprised, because it was an unusual behaviour, and I guessed anger on mother's face.
 
Without understanding what happened, in a few seconds I was over Mom knees.
I suddenly felt fear inside me . I thought in my head "What happen's ? I hope she doen't want to punish me. Oh no!!!  I hope she will not give me a spanking. Or maybe she wants to make me afraid?"
 
I felt my pyjama pants slide along my legs. I was really scared.
I asked : "But, Mom what are you doing ?"
 
No answer - that was more and more worrying .
 
Suddenly, I felt a terrible smack on my bottom with the palm of the hand of my mother . "Oh no!! I am really getting a spanking , I can't believed it". I panicked, I yelled.
I tried to defend and hide my bottom , she blocked hands. I tried to struggle and to run away, she blocked my legs between her knees.
I received smacks, and smacks and smacks.
 
Each new smack hurted me more than the precedent.I screamed and yelled.
"Oh it hurts so much"
I believed it was finished when she told me she now gave for all other times, I deserved.And smack, smack, ...."oh - my poor bottom"
 
A new time, I believed to the end, but she gave me again smacks and smacks. I felt my bottom very very hot.
 
When, really finished, I was screaming and screaming, I contemplated my bottom to see why it hurted so much.  I understood when I saw it so red.
 
I obeyed to Mom and went to bed. During night, I understood my mother angered because I had been very naughty. I wanted my mother became again pretty.
 
Because I knew now what is bare bottom spanking, I promised to always be a good girl

More than three years have passed since my first spanking. I am 9 years old  now.
 
Mom has not found a new man in her life and I live always with her in the same big flat.
She is always busy, maybe more than 3 years ago; because she worked now as the number two  in her company. I am always kept the evening by Jessie, the babysitter

I love Mom and Mom loves me.
Since my first spanking three years ago, Mom becomes more strict with me.
Now she does not hesitate to punish me (TV deprived, sent to my room, ...) and sometimes to spank me for a bad behavior.

I have been spanked four other times during the 3 years, and I have to confess it was deserved.

I now try to be a good girl, and I fear my mother reaction if I am wrong.
I have learned to respect her and obey to her.

This story starts a Monday morning at school.

Melissa, my best friend had a bad idea as often and elaborated a plan :
" I propose thet tomorrow , we don't eat at the canteen but outside in MacDonald restaurant closed to school"
" But Mel, how can wet go out of school ?"
"Easy !! We will write a wrong letter from our parents which authorize to eat outside. I have an example of letter. The hardest is to imitate the writing"
"And how to pay the restaurant ? I have no money"
"If you have no money,  steal a few money in mother's bag. If it is a few it is almost unvisible"

June and Karen , two other friends seemed to be really excited by this plan.
But , I was not convinced :
"Mel, are you aware of what can happen to to you if we are caught ? "
"Keep cool Jade. There are no risk. Are you a coward ?"

For my pride, I accepted to do it , but in my head I disagreed.

I spent my evening to imitate my mother's writing and succeeded after many attempts to get something acceptable.
Because I had no enough pocket money, I discretly,took a 5$ banknote in her bag.

On Tuesday, we gave our four wrong letters to the schoolmistress.
She was surprised but told nothing.I was very worry.

At 12:00 , we have been allowed to go out of school and we went to the Mac Donald Restaurant close to the school.All seemed to go successfull.

I started to be reassured, savouring my happy meal, when a terrible unplanned event happened.
Karen's father entered in the restaurant. Unluckily, we did not know , he eats sometimes in this restaurant with colleagues.
 
We tried to hide our faces and to go fastly out the restaurant, when a colleague asked him "Hey Jim, this little girl looks like your daughter".
 
We were caught. He was first surprised, and angry after he forced Karen whiming to confess what we did.
 
Immediatly, he brought us back to the school and expected to speak the headmistress.
 
The headmistress was furious and told us how unacceptable situation it was.
She maked us a lecture during at least 30 minutes.
We were frozen of terror.
 
Karen went back to home with her father.
After the headmistress called our parents to expect they had to bring us back to home as soon as possible and we were excluded from school for 2 days.
 
I prefered to avoid to imagine the facial expression of my mother.
Melissa's mother came first.
Mom came 15 minutes later, approximatively in same time as June's father.
I could not look in her eyes and turned the head.

I waited in the corridor, while mom had a talk in headmistress office.
The headmistress told her it was bad for the reputation of the establishment , because it is a strict private school.
I heard my mother answering "Be quiet, I will make the necessary to be sure she does not do it it again".
I imagined to get big trouble at home.

After I followed my mother in silence until the car. June's father was parked on next place. When going insode the car, I saw him giving a slap to June, before she climbed in the car.

Mom did not give a slap and kept silence. During driving back to home, Mom said nothing. Every time Mom keeps silence like that, it is no good for me.
I was aware I had to be punished, but I wanted to try to avoid a spanking,I I prefered other kinds of punishments.
With a trembled voice, I tried to tell "Mom, it was an idea from Mel...."

I had not no time to finish what I wanted to say, she interrupted me and said annoyed "Silence !!!! I don't want to hear you until home. You'd better prepare yourself to receive what you know"

I guessed that I could not escape to the spanking, and I imagined already how my bottom will hurt in a few hours.

When we arrived at home, I standed in the living room looking on the floor, and Mom said "I wanted first to check something"
She opened her bag and counted money. She counted a second time. I was terrified.
"it confirms what I thought. Now look in my eyes" she said angry.

With many dificulties, I raised my eyes already filled of tears.
She told severely :
" Jade, you have hugely disappointed me
   First, you wrote a false letter, imitating my writing
   Secondly, you escaped from school
   Thirdly, you have stold money in my bag
   Do you know what you deserve ?"
 
As usual, in such cases, the tone of her voice was loud and strict , but she did'nt shout.
But I felt a huge anger inside. Mom has always known placed her anger under control.
 
I looked again on the floor and answered timidly with a trembled voice
"y-y-yes , maybe a sp-sp-spanking"
 
She told severely :
" Look in my eyes, I've told you
  Separatly, any of these three reasons alone, is an enough important fault for getting a sound spanking.
 And you have cumulated the three in one time..
 You will receive the spanking of your life"
 
When I heard that, I started to cry.
She went towards the sofa which is in front of our big window, sate down and said firmly :
"Now, come here"
 
I approached slowly , crying and I tried a last desperate attempt to avoid a too hard spanking :
"Mo-om, sniff  it was a Melissa idea sniff"
 
She answered :
"Melissa idea or not, the fact is that the daughter of big company's manager has been caught out of school, excluded from school, and have  written  a false letter and stole money like a bandit.
You are responsible.
Now, come over my knees"
 
In my head , I hated me Melissa for putting me in this situation.
Because, I approached too much slowly, she took me the arm and pulled me strongly to lay me  over her knees to accelerate.
 
I felt my skirt raising up, and my panties sliding down.
As same for the other spankings I gotother times , she waited a few seconds before to start, probably to concentrate on the spanking.
 
I received the first hard smack. I screamed.
Opposite to the other spankings, the rythm was less fast , but she spanked me during a long time.
Because I knew my faults were important and because I have disappointed my mother, I decided to accept my punishment. I tried to not struggle, to not hide the bottom with my hand. That was not the case for the other spankings and  I hoped Mom noticed that.
I screamed during all the spanking. I caught the cushion which was on the sofa, and thightened it strongly in my arms. All my tears flew on the cushion.
 
She finished the spanking by a short serie of harder smacks on a fast rythm.
 
After the spanking, the cushion was fully wet.
My bottom has never been so hot, I was sent to my room.
I was informed I was  deprived of pocket money, TV , visit friends during 2 weeks.
 
In my head , I hoped Melissa got worst.

Lucy is a beautiful 16 year old girl with blonde hair and a curvy figure. She looks more like a young woman than a teenager. Lucy is fancied by most of the boys in her class, in particular a boy named Tommy. Lucy and Tommy would hang out together after school, much to the displeasure of Lucy’s parents. Lucy had been achieving poor grades at school, so her parents imposed a curfew on their daughter. She was supposed to come home directly after school. But Lucy would not listen.
 
One day, Lucy came home at 6.30 pm, later than usual. Lucy’s mom was waiting for her. “What time do you call this, young lady?” she asked her daughter. “It’s only half past six. Can’t you tell time?” replied Lucy sassily. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that! I’m your mother. I told you that to had to come straight home after school, and you’ve been arriving home late every day this week. Where were you?” asked her mother. “What business is that of yours?” retorted Lucy. Her mother was getting angrier. “You watch your tone or I’ll smack your bottom.” Lucy snorted. “I’d like to see you try.” Her mother growled, grabbed Lucy, turned her round and smacked her jean-clad bottom. Lucy squealed and rubbed her bottom. “For your information, I was with Tommy.” “I still don’t like your tone” said her mom in a warning tone. “If you don’t watch yourself, I’ll spank you properly. You know that you are not supposed to meet your friends until the weekend.” Lucy was getting brattier by the minute. “Shut up, mom. You’re not the boss of me. Besides, you can’t spank me. That smack you gave me didn’t even hurt.” Before her mom could reply, Lucy stormed upstairs to her room.
 
Her mom felt sad. She knew herself that she couldn’t bring herself to spank her daughter. Lucy had not been spanked in several years. However, her dad had secretly bought a paddle when Lucy turned 13, in case she became bratty during her teenage years. This paddle was about to see the light of day.
 
At 7pm, Lucy’s father came home from a busy day at work. He noticed his wife looked upset. “Hi, what’s the matter?” he asked his wife. “It’s Lucy. She’s been a total brat today. She arrived home at 6.30, after being out with Tommy, even though she is under a curfew. Then she was cheeky to me, saying it was none of my business, that I wasn’t the boss of her and then making fun of me for not being able to spank her.” “What?” said her husband, sounded outraged. “I’ll deal with her. Lucy! Get your butt down here!” he roared. Lucy ran down the stairs feeling worried. She was no longer angry, but scared because she knew there would be consequences for her actions.
 
“Well? Is it true?” demanded Lucy’s father. “Is what true?” asked Lucy innocently. “Is it true that you broke curfew this evening?” “Yes, I was only seeing Tommy.” “And is it true that you were cheeky to your mother?” “What, no!” pleaded Lucy. “Don’t lie to me, Lucy. Your mother has told me everything you said. I am very annoyed at you. Nothing gives you the right to talk to your mother in that insolent manner.” Lucy felt ashamed. “You are going to punished for this. You will either be grounded this weekend and every weekend until the end of term, or you will be paddled. Your mother may be unable to spank you, but I certainly will. So what’s it to be?”
Lucy considered her options. She didn’t like spankings because they made her bottom sore. But she didn’t like the idea of staying in all weekend. Lucy decided that the paddle was the lesser of two evils.
“OK, I’ll be paddled then.”
Lucy’s father went off to fetch his paddle. Lucy felt a little worried because she knew that the paddle was notorious for bruising. She hoped that her father would go easy on her.
 
“Right, Lucy. I want you to take your jeans and panties down and bend over.” Lucy felt embarrassed. She didn’t expect to be paddled on her bare bottom, but she obeyed her father and bared her bottom. “You will receive 5 swats. I hope this will teach you a lesson.” Lucy braced herself for her first smack, as her father held her in position. Whack! Lucy felt a strong stinging pain in her bottom. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow” repeated Lucy under her breath. The second swat came. This was sorer than the first. Lucy yelled. Then came the third swat on her unprotected buttocks. By the fourth swat, Lucy was starting to cry. The pain in her bottom was too much to bear. The fifth swat was the hardest and Lucy let out a full-blooded yell. Her hands went up to rub her poor bottom. Her father waited. “Now, Lucy. I want you to apologise to your mother.” “Sorry, mom” said Lucy, sniffling. “And I want you to promise that you will be back home every day after school. And that you will study hard. “Yes, Dad.” Lucy’s father then hugged his daughter and rubbed her back. “OK, I want you to go upstairs and study.”
 
Lucy found it hard to study, sitting on a sore bottom. What was worse, she didn’t know how to break it to Tommy that she wouldn’t be able to hang out with him and tell him that she had been spanked. Yet, she had learned to respect her parents.

 I am Michelle 72 years old.
I spent my chidhool during 40's.
 
I lived in a big house with my parents and my two brothers and two sisters.
Opposite to modern times, spankings were very common punishments in the 40's.
In our family, that was the way to be good children.
It was mainly Mom who gave us the spankings, we didn't see often our father because of war (40-45) or hard work.
 
I don't know how many spanking we received or I received.
During the time we were between 3 and 12 years old, and because we were 5 children, there was an average of one spanking per week in our family.
All the spankings we receive were alaways severe , and it hurted a lot.
 
The spanking , I best remember was when I was 8 years old.
I already had received a severe spanking 2 or 3 days before for a reason I don't remember, and my bottom just stopped to hurt me since one day.
 
This day my brothers and sisters played outside.
I spent time in the bathroom as often, and Mom wanted I helped her to bring clothes to wash.
I was annoyed, to get a new time an order from Mom and to interrupt my btahroom session for a non interestant work.
 
I saw her in the mirror , standing at the bathroom entrance waiting for me.
I stuck out my tongue at  the reflect of my mother in the mirror.
I didn't realise that if I can see her, she can see me
 
In the mirror , I saw her face becoming angry and saw her coming quickly close to me.
She returned me to be facing each other and gave me a slap
"You thought, I don't see you ?
  The last spanking was not a lesson ?
  Take that!!  And this is an overview" she shouted.
 
I cried.
She took firmly my hand and brought me with strength in the living room, where was the "spanking chair" (we called it like that, because she always spanked us at this place)
 
She sat down , and before to lay me dow over knees , she told me firmly :
"When do you we decide to be a good girl ? I am going to teach you respect!!!"
 
In a few seconds I was over knees and my bottom bared.
She gave me sound spanking, as always hard smacks on a fast rythm.
I cried the whole,duration of the spanking. As all other spankings, it hurted a lot.
 
Since this day, I take care to the mirror's reflects.