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This story was originally posted to alt.sex.spanking by Gary I have made some changes to the text and am now reposting for all the a.s.f.s'rs =============================================================== Mrs. Lewis was steaming as she drove home. She couldn't believe her daughter, Debbie, could find herself in trouble so soon after being soundly spanked a couple of weeks for cheating at school. She had just talked to a friend who had a daughter Debbie's age and who was in some of Debbie's classes. Her friend didn't like being a "squealer" but she was too good a friend of Mrs. Lewis to not let her know what was up with Debbie. The news that Debbie was hanging out with a bad crowd at school was bad enough, but the fact that her friend saw Debbie smoking a Marlboro was the icing on the cake. Debbie had already been punished for smoking men's cigarettes and Debbie knew how her parents felt about smoking, they approved of only ladylike cigarettes, and she knew that Marlboro's were not such a cigarette. Mrs. Lewis could only recall how strict her own parents had been with her about smoking like a lady, so much so that her behind smarted at the thought. The result of their discipline, was teaching Ann Marie, to be a superb smoker, and she was not about to let young Debbie become anything less. Opening the door, Mrs. Lewis called for Debbie. "Deborah, I want to talk to you." Shortly, Debbie appeared. The blonde sixteen year sophomore came down the stairs, wearing a white tee shirt and her customary tight jeans. "Yeah, mom, what's up?" "What's up? That's my question, not yours. What's happening to you, Deborah? I have been hearing some things that displease me greatly." "What things? I'm not doing anything wrong," Debbie responded defiantly. "Oh really? I have been told that you are hanging out with a bad group of kids. That's not in your interest, Debbie. You should know better." "Oh, mom! Who told you that? It's not true." "It doesn't matter who told me, but it's someone I trust. That wasn't the only thing I was told, however. I was also told you have been smoking Men's cigarettes again. What do you have to say about that?" "I only smoke Virginia Slims Mom!" Despite the emphasis of Debbie's words, her response was on the defensive side, leaving her credibility in question. "I would like to believe you, Debbie, especially since you know how I feel about your smoking. But I also know that you have been caught smoking Marlboro's before, and you lied about it then. I remember well how soundly I spanked you then. And, I have to admit, that your denial didn't seem very believable to me at all." "Sure, believe someone else, and not me. It's not fair!!" protested Debbie, "You are always picking on me!" "Unfortunately, Debbie, it's your behavior, or should I say, your misbehavior, that's at fault. If you behaved yourself, you wouldn't have spent as much time over my knees as you have. Speaking of which, I can see only one way to determine if you are telling the truth or not. Why don't I get your pocketbook and check it out?" "What, don't I have ANY privacy?" Debbie was getting alarmed, she knew what was in her pocketbook. "Deborah, watch your tone with me, unless you want your mouth washed out with soap too. Now, we can do it two different ways. I can go to your room and check out what's in your pocketbook. If the only cigarettes there are your Virginia Slims, then I won't punish you, although I want you to stop hanging around with a bad crowd. However, if I find those stinky Marlboro cigarettes- or any other Men's brand for that matter, you will be spanked soundly everyday this week, and since this is Monday, it will mean six spankings, and I know you won't like it one bit. On the other hand, if you have been smoking like a boy, and you tell me now before I go upstairs, it won't be six spankings you receive but two, one for ignoring all that I've taught you about smoking and one for lying. It's up to you." Mrs. Lewis began to walk toward the stairs, as Debbie fought within herself. Was her mother bluffing? She couldn't risk it and face getting spanked six times over the next six days. Two spankings would be bad enough. "Wait, mom! Yes, I have been smoking Marlboro's. But all the girls do it!" "Deborah, you know very well I don't care whether "all the other girls do, and that just proves further that you have been associating with a bad crowd. Young ladies don't smoke men's cigarettes, only trashy women do. My rule is that you don't do it and you know why. It may seem unfair to you, but that's the way it is. It is not open to discussion or debate and I will not put up with it at all. And I don't like your lying and trying to evade responsibility for your actions. All your lying does is get you into more trouble. You avoided six spankings by finally telling the truth, but you earned the second spanking by your lying about it originally. Now, you stay right here." As Debbie stood there, looking nervous, Mrs. Lewis walked upstairs for the hairbrush and returned promptly downstairs, and, after bringing a kitchen chair into the living room, she sat down and pulled Debbie over to her. Reaching for Debbie's jeans, she began to undo then in order to pull them down in preparation of her upcoming spanking. Mrs. Lewis was about to be shocked once again. "Deborah Lewis, where are your panties? What is the idea? I can't believe you at all, and you tell me you aren't hanging around a bad crowd? We are going to have to have a long discussion, young lady, but that will have to wait. Right now, you are going to get the spanking of your life!" "But Mom, the panty lines show..." Debbie pleaded. "Well we'll just see how a girdle shows for the next few days now won't we?" Debbie hated wearing her punishment girdle, but her mother knew from personal experience, that absolutely nothing would show a recalcitrant young miss discipline better than to be tightly girdled after a spanking. Looking at the hairbrush, which had seen plenty of use on poor Debbie's bare behind, Mrs. Lewis decided that the sternest of measures were called for. First, she continued with the lowering of Debbie's jeans until they rested at Debbie's ankles. Then she stood up and turned the kitchen chair around, facing away from them. Debbie, seeing that, knew what was about to happen, and pleaded with her mother. "Please, mom, not the paddle, I'm sorry, I won't do it again! The paddle hurts too much." Debbie didn't get any relief from her angry mother. "Good, I want this spanking to hurt. Maybe you will remember the pain when you get tempted to be naughty. I will be right back to paddle your behind good." Mrs. Lewis left to get the fraternity paddle that was in a drawer in the den. Unfortunately for Debbie, it didn't take very long for her mom to return. She took Debbie's arm and took her over to the chair and bent over the back of the chair. "I want you to keep your hands on the seat of the chair. If you reach back or try to evade the spanks, it will only prolong the spanking, and you won't want that." With that instruction, Mrs. Lewis drew the wooden frat paddle back and applied the first spank to the center of Debbie's bottom. "OOOOWWWW!!!" Debbie yelled out in pain. Still she kept her hands on the seat of the chair and gritted her teeth. The hard spanks continued, each spank leaving Debbie's bottom redder and redder. It wasn't long before years began trickling from Debbie's eyes, and with each additional spank, more and harder crying, creating tear tracks on her cheeks. She howled with pain, trying to somehow not make it worse by twisting or by reaching back with her hand to cover her burning behind. Mrs. Lewis, despite her never-ending love for her daughter, was nevertheless going to teach her daughter a hard lesson and didn't let Debbie's pleading or sobbing sway her from giving Debbie all the spanks she intended. When Debbie began to lift up from the pain of successive spanks of the paddle on her behind, Mrs. Lewis placed her left arm on Debbie's back to help Debbie stay in position. Soon, Debbie stopped pleading and simply sobbed her eyes out, as one spank after another was administered to her blazing red bottom. It really was the spanking of Debbie's 16 year life. A spanking that seemed to go on forever finally ended. Despite the spanking's end, Debbie continued to react as if still getting more paddle spanks, but she did stand up, not longer restrained by her mom's hand. Mrs. Lewis moved away from behind Debbie and went over to Debbie's left, so to make eye contact with her daughter. Mrs. Lewis went to her purse and extracted two Virginia Slims light cigarettes. Placing one on the table and the other in her mouth. She struck her lighter and brought the flame to the end of her cigarette with practiced ease. She took a deep, long drag and spoke as she exhaled, "I am sorry I had to spank you so hard with this paddle, Debbie, and I hope I don't have to use the paddle ever again. It isn't one bit pleasant for me to cause you so much pain. But, if I have to do it again, I will. I will do everything I can and use every tool I have to do what I feel is right." As Debbie got scolded, she still sobbed, chokingly, and rubbed her eyes. She even began to rub her bottom until she was warned to desist. "Debbie, keep your hands off your bottom. I don't want you rubbing your behind. I hope the pain will remind you that you better start behaving yourself. You will stop smoking those ugly men's cigarettes, you will stop hanging around hoodlums and you will act like a young lady, instead of a street person, or you won't be sitting down too much." She took a deep drag from her cigarette before going on, "I don't care if you are 16 years old, if you don't start behaving yourself, you will find yourself over my knees again and again, like a naughty little girl. Now, march yourself right over here and put on your girdle." Debbie's sobbing began to subside but as she slid the tight girldle over her hips, the burning and prickling in her young skin began again. "Now you can stand up, but I want to see you pull yourself together and smoke a cigarette with me," said her mother with her green eyes piercing Debbie's. Debbie knew that this moment was important as any had been so far today. Her mother would be watching her carefully to make sure that she smoked like she had been taught. There would be no double pump. No flicking of the cigarette butt. Debbie knew that the only reason her mother encouraged her to smoke was so that she would be a proper young lady. As Debbie put the cigarette to her lips, her mother brought the flame to it, and said "Your second spanking will be immediately after school tomorrow. You can think about that as well." |
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