Begging For A
Firm Feminine Hand!
A delightfully imaginative domestic
discipline ditty by C. Wilson!

"Do you have any spare change, Ma’am?"

Lenore Conrad heard the young voice ask as she was about to enter a downtown mall. She looked around to see a beautiful but bedraggled teenaged girl smiling at her hopefully. In most instances, she would have kept walking, but the pathetic looking girl tugged at her heartstrings.

"Come with me, honey," she said. "There’s a nice coffee shop inside & you look as if you could stand something to eat. Right?"

"Yes, Ma’am," the girl replied, her face immediately brightening. "I sure could!"

Once inside the restaurant & their orders having been taken, Lenore began questioning the girl.

"Since I’m buying your lunch," she said with motherly smile, "I think I have the right to know your name.  Mine is Mrs. Lenore Conrad."

"It’s Lisa... Lisa Carter," she replied. "I’m certainly grateful for this, Mrs. Conrad."

"You're certainly welcome," Lenore smiled. "But why is a pretty girl like you out on the street begging for money? Where are your parents?"

"I’m 18," the girl replied. "When I reached legal age, I decided to drop out of high-school & make it on my own."

"And how have you been doing?" Lenore asked with a knowing & understanding smile.

"Not so good so far," Lisa smiled back wryly. "Everything in this city is so expensive that I went through the money I had before I could find a job that paid more than minimum wage. When that wasn't enough for anything but a flea-bag hotel I wouldn't dare stay in for a minute, so I lost my job and... well..."

"Here you are," Lenore concluded sympathetically. Then, reaching over to pat the girl's somewhat grimy hand warmly, she asked, "I suppose going back home is out of the question?"

"I'll die first," Lisa spit venomously, "or peddle my ass on the street like everyone else around here!"

"You won't do either," Lenore said with a comforting squeeze on Lisa's hand. Then she asked gently, "Was there, um, abuse?"

"Not that I can remember," Lisa replied somewhat morosely. "My father died 9 years ago & my so-called mother never cared enough about me to take the time to talk to me, let alone spank me or anything."

The girl’s candid remark set off a light bulb in Lenore’s mind. It was at that point that the waitress brought their order, & the conversation ceased for a few minutes. Lenore noted how ravenous the girl was & gave her time to satisfy the worst of her hunger before speaking her mind.

"Since I bought you this meal, honey," she began, "I think I have also paid for the the right to butt into your life a little."

"Umm, sure," Lisa mumbled through a mouthful of french fries & sat back slightly to pay at least polite attention to the sermon she knew was coming. She'd heard it before from all sorts of do-gooders.

"Frankly, dear, I think you need a good spanking as much as any girl I’ve ever seen!"

The food Lisa was swallowing went down the wrong pipe & she began to choke. No one had ever said anything like that to her before! Lenore rose & went to pat the coughing girl's back until she'd cleared her airway. Then, as Lisa gulped down water & watched her with wide, suspicious eyes, she resumed her seat across the table.

"I am sorry to be so blunt,"   Lenore smiled apologetically. "But your mother’s failure to 'care enough' to straighten you out has obviously played a part in pushing you, & me, to where we are at this very minute."

"I doubt it," Lisa replied.

"Of course, you do," Lenore confidently stated. "You would rather blame your mother's neglect than accept responsibility for your own actions--"

"She was always too busy working to think about me!"

"Lisa," Lenore continued, "the problem is with you, not your mother. You say she is too busy working to care for you, but did you ever stop to think that her hard work was what put food on the table & clothes on your back?"

"Yeah, but--"

"You are headed for a very tough life, young lady," Lenore interrupted, "unless you admit to yourself that you have made some bad choices that need to be fixed. If you’re willing to do that, then I’m willing to help you?"

"Help me? How?" Lisa asked.

"I will agree to take you into my home until you can get you high-school diploma, find a job & make your own way in the world. In return, you will do chorse, housework & the like for me. My late husband left me well provided for, so I can easily afford to take you in. And I'm alone in a great big house now that my children are grown, so I would enjoy the company."

"Oh, I would appreciate that, Mrs. Conrad," Lisa exclaimed.

"Wait a minute. There’s more," Lenore said, "& you may not appreciate this so much. But, believe me, you will be grateful to me later on."

"What do you mean?" the girl asked.

"When we get home today," Lenore explained, "I am going to give you the spanking of your life, & you will be receiving more for misconduct during your stay with me

"At my age?" Lisa exclaimed. "I don't want to be spanked!"

Lenore smiled warmly. "It’s not a question of what you want, but what you need. Believe me, Lisa, it’s not something I want to do, either. But, at your point in life, I think that perhaps a spanking from a stranger would do you more good than one you might receive at home. Not that your mother shouldn’t have done that earlier. In fact, if you later decide to go home, I will suggest to her that she do just that in the future. No naughty girl is ever too old for a caring but firm spanking."

"But, if you don’t want to accept my offer," she added, "we will just say good-bye here & you can go on your way. But the world is cold without money or friends."

The teenager’s mind was going a mile a minute as she considered the options laid out by her benefactor. Actually, it boiled down to two... life on the streets with no means of support or a spanking. In her present state of mind, she wasn’t sure she would be welcome back home & might face a chilly reception.

"All right, Mrs. Conrad," she finally said. "I’ll do whatever you say."

"Good choice," Lenore replied with a smile of assurance. "I promise you will live through it & will, in fact, be a much better girl as a result. Now let’s go so we can stop at a couple stores along the way & buy you some new clothes. The ones you have on do look a bit tacky, you know."

"Yes, Ma’am," Lisa smiled back.

When Lenore arrived home with her new "daughter," they sat down in the living room & further discussed the events that would lead to Lisa’s after-dinner spanking.

"We will have dinner at 5:30, after which you will begin your household duties by clearing the table & washing the dishes," Lenore explained. "Then you will go up to your bedroom, put on your new pajamas & wait for me. And I assume you know that the spanking, & others that follow, will be administered to your bare buttocks."

The look on the girl’s face made it clear that she did not know. "Bare? Oh please, Mrs. Conrad, must it be bare?"

"Yes, my dear," Lenore calmly replied. "I used to be a teacher in a private girls’ school in which corporal punishment was a staple in the learning process. I believe that a spanking, to be effective & to assure that a repeat won’t be necessary very soon, must be hard & felt on bare skin. It also allows me to watch the progress of the punishment so that I do not cause serious injury."

"But ..." Lisa began.

"There will be no ‘buts’, Lisa," the woman said firmly, "except for your butt over my lap when I give the order. Is that understood?"

Feeling defeated, the girl bowed her head. "Yes, Mrs. Conrad," she said softly.

When dinner was put on the table, Lisa sat quietly for several minutes, merely picking at her food.

"For heaven’s sake, Lisa," Lenore said, "you’re going to get a spanking, not be executed. It’s something everyone should experience sometime in life. Yours is just coming later than it usually might for most young women."

"But, why does it have to be bare?" the girl whined.

"We’ve already gone over that," Lenore replied with a sigh. "As I explained, I’ve seen & spanked bare bottoms before & seeing yours will not shock me. It shouldn’t shock you either. This first spanking will be very important in our future relationship as mother & daughter, so I want to make it one that will remain in your memory."

Lenore then smiled warmly. "So, young lady, if you don’t want to go over my knees right here at the table, I would suggest you start eating like you mean it."

Giggling nervously, Lisa replied, "Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry I’ve acted like such a baby."

A little more than hour later, all the dishes having been washed & put away, Lisa found herself alone in her bedroom, where, after taking a bath, was donning the pajamas that had been laid out for her. Then she sat on the side of the bed awaiting the visit from her new mother.

Finally, she heard footsteps in the hall, then saw the bedroom door open & Lenore appear, carrying a straight-back chair from the dining room in one hand & a maple wood hairbrush in the other. The sight of the brush brought a gasp from the teenager & she started to protest, but thought better of it.

Lenore placed the chair alongside the bed & sat down. "All right, Lisa," she said, "let’s get this over with. Come bend over my knees."

Slowly, the girl got up from the bed, took the few steps over to the woman’s right side &, with Lenore’s guidance, surrendered into a position she had never before known. After being adjusted so that her bottom was more vulnerable, Lisa felt invading fingers into the waistband of her pajama pants. She closed her eyes as the pants were being lowered to expose her twin bottom globes.

Lenore’s left hand pressed firmly on the girl’s back, just above where the central crevice began & Lisa felt the woman’s right hand go into the pocket of her house dress. A dressing room mirror just a few feet away revealed a thermometer being pulled from the pocket.

"Oh, nooo," she moaned. "Mrs. Conrad, you’re not going to ....?"

"Relax your bottom, honey," came the calm response as the woman released her hold on Lisa’s back & began spreading apart the pretty half-moons. "I want to be sure you are well & able to withstand the spanking I plan for you. I have already lubricated this thermometer, so it should go in very easily."

Lisa did her best to comply with the order & the buttocks were spread sufficiently to enable the thin glass implement to slide into the rectal canal. Then Mrs. Conrad patted the rounded, soft, white ovals while checking her wristwatch.

While the three minutes ticked off, Lisa thought she would die of shame as she saw, through the mirror, the small cylinder peeking from between her bottom crack. She had been reduced from the status of a legal adult women to that of a baby lying over her mother’s lap to have her temperature checked.

Finally, that ordeal ended as the thermometer was removed & the announcement made that no fever was indicated. But that just meant that the more painful ordeal of a sound spanking was ready to begin.

This time, Lenore wrapped her left arm around Lisa’s waist, raised her right hand to shoulder level & sent it smacking down solidly onto the right buttock.

"OWWW!" the girl screamed in alarm as the sharp sting went deep into that cheek.

A second smack decorated the left nude buttock so that both showed the pink imprint of Lenore’s palm. It, too, brought an agonized cry from the pretty teenager’s lips.

"Please ... Ouuchh ... Please, Mrs. Conrad ... Owww ... That’s enough," Lisa pleaded as an unfamiliar warmth started to build in her seat muscles.

"Hardly enough, Lisa," Lenore replied. "All your early crying is doing is telling me that you have a tender bottom that is not used to corporal punishment. That will change while you are living with me."

SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK ... A volley of hand slaps fell on both buttocks & upper thighs, causing the twin targets to wiggle frantically over Lenore’s lap. The early pinkness that had spread over the entire area was quickly becoming a brighter shade.

"Ohhhh, my bottom ... Please stop ... Oweee ... That’s enough ... I’m sorreeeee ..."

Lenore paid no attention to the teenager’s pathetic cries but continued to bring her hand down sharply on each buttock & across the dividing cleft. She was intent on making Lisa’s initial journey into the world of corporal punishment one that would be long remembered.

Deciding that the bottom had been warmed sufficiently, Lenore took up the hairbrush &, with hardly a break in the action, began applying it with authority to the denuded, feminine backside.

"EEYOWW....... YOWWW... WOW... THAT’S TOO HARD ... OWWOOCHH!!!"

As expected, the hard maple wood landing on bare, soft flesh increased the volume of the girl’s screams & her bottom bounced with renewed vigor in futile attempts to avoid the punishing blows. But Lenore maintained her tight hold around Lisa’s waist, & each spank landed where it was intended.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! With hardly a pause between them, the hairbrush sent a volley of spanks crashing onto the burning mounds that were showing indications of blistering. And, with the non-stop attack, tears were cascading down the girl’s lovely frontal cheeks.

A final hard smack across the center of both ovals finally signaled the end of her punishment.

"There, there," Lenore said softly, rubbing the red-hot ovals while Lisa lay collapsed & sobbing incoherently over the corrective lap. "It’s all over, honey, & I’m proud of you."

Feeling the hold on her being released, Lisa struggled to her feet &, through tear-filled eyes smiled weakly at her spanker. "Oooohhh, my poor seat is on fire," she said, trying to choke back sobs.

"Believe me, baby, that spanking was long overdue," Lenore replied. "Now, I’ll get some cold cream that will help to cool your bottom." After the lotion had been applied, Lisa was lying alone, bare-bottomed & face down in her room with her hands back to console her still burning buttocks.

A few weeks & several spankings later, Lisa was convinced to call her mother, apologize & ask to return home. As they left, Lenore smiled, convinced that the cute teenage bottom had not experienced the last of corporal punishment...