The Morning After!
Another
delightful domestic discipline
ditty,
this time by T. O'Malley!
Hiding a yawn behind her small, delicate hand,
21-year-old Ashley Howard stumbled into the kitchen of the home she shared with her
parents & sisters. Pretty, petite & only five-foot-two, the young woman looked
more like a girl than the shapely, fully developed young woman she was under the oversized
football jersey she used as a nightshirt, especially with her long brown hair tousled
& her big brown eyes blurry from lack of sleep.
Ashley & her best friend Sue had decided to go
dancing the night before. Being Friday, the club was crowded with good looking guys &
they'd flirted & partied until the place closed. That was at 2:00 a.m., an hour after
the curfew her dinosaur of a mother had reminded her of before she left, which made her a
little nervous. But with couple of drinks & Sue's encouragement, Ashley had
courageously decided she was too old for a curfew the night before & that she would
show her mother that once & for all.
The alcohol had worked its way out Ashley's system while
she slept. And so had most of courage. She'd listened at the top of the stairs before
coming down & was grateful the house was empty so she could sip at a her cup of
instant coffee & prepare for the confrontation she knew would come when her mother got
home, which occurred about 10 minutes later when she heard her car crunch up the drive.
Fear almost made the girl go hide back upstairs. But she sucked up her waning courage
& sat her ground.
"I'm NOT a little girl anymore! I just turned 21 for
God's sakes! I'm an ADULT! And she's NOT the boss of me!" Ashley silently repeated to
psyche herself up as she heard, then saw her mother come through the side door into the
kitchen.
"Well, good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty," Nancy
Howard said sardonically. It was only a little after 11:30.
"Good morning, mother," Ashley
countered with an obvious hint of exasperation in her tone.
"Oh, my mistake," the attractive, 44-year-old
mother of four girls replied with a sarcastic chuckle. Ashley was the eldest, her next was
18, & the twins were 14. "I guess inability to tell time runs in the family?"
Ashley ground her teeth to keep from groaning out loud as
Nancy stood looking down at her as if expecting an answer to her stupid dig. Her mother
really thought she was cute sometimes. The daughter had inherited her mom's brown hair
& eyes, but some quirk of genetic fate, she had not inherited her size. Nancy Howard
stood five-foot-nine without heels &, while not heavy, was solidly built & strong.
"Or," Nancy said, now in a straight, stern
tone, "Did you just forget what time your curfew is?"
"No, I didn't forget," Ashley nervously
answered, brushing at her hair with one hand. "I-I just think I'm too old for it,
that's all."
"Oh, you do? Well, isn't that special," Nancy
chirped. "My little girl made a decision without bothering to discuss it with me or
to mention it when I reminded her to be home by 1:00! Hmmmm... Let's see... I guess that
means my independent little Miss had this brainstorm last night? And all on her own?
Maybe. But then, I don't think so. Not with spoiled brat Sue tagging along..."
"Cut it out, Mom!" Ashley interrupted with an
angry, impatient wave of her hand. "It wasn't Sue! It was me! And yes, I made the
decision last night after I left. I'm too old for a curfew, & that's that!"
"Oh, that's that, is it?" Nancy replied as her
own ire rose.
"Yes. I'm 21 now..." Ashley began.
"For a whole week even!" Nancy interjected.
"How long doesn't matter," the determined
daughter continued. "I'm 21! I'm a legal adult! And that means I'm too old for
curfew!!"
"Really?" Nancy Howard growled. "So I
suppose that now that you're such a mature, free thinking adult, you also believe you're
too old to go over my knee for the SPANKING OF YOUR LIFE?!"
"WHAT?!" Ashley gasped & instantaneously
blushed to the roots of her hair. "A-A SPANKING?! Momma, I’m NOT a child
anymore! Y-You CAN'T!!"
"No, & I haven't spanked you for a couple of
years now," Nancy replied. "But you can bet your cheeky, 21-year-old ass that I
am going to right here & now, young lady!!"
Ashley's eyes flew open as her bottom cheeks contracted
in a pucker. She immediately realized that challenging her mother the way she had was a
big, big mistake. And, knowing her mother as well as she did, she was also sure she was
NOT going to get out of paying the humiliatingly childish, positively painful penalty she
had just sentenced her to for her disobedience & disrespect.
"B-B-But Mommmmma! I'll just die of
shame," Ashley mewled, although she knew she would NOT be that lucky.
"No you won't, little girl," Nancy Howard
assured her daughter as she got right down to business & yanked a chair out from under
the table & carried it with her into the center of the kitchen.
"Oh momma, pleeeeeez d-don't," Ashley whined.
"Please punish me some other way!"
"Not a chance," Nancy announced as she sat
& glared at her rebellious daughter. "And if you don't get over my knee this
instant, little girl, I'll drag you to my bedroom & raise blisters on your saucy
little seat with my hairbrush!"
"Ohhhhh nooooooo!!" Ashley moaned &
shivered with fear. She knew that her mother didn’t bluff & was more than strong
enough to carry through with her threat, regardless of whether Ashley wanted her to or
not. A hand spanking was bad enough, but a hairbrushing was a truly agonizing ordeal!
"So you want the hairbrush then? Fine," Nancy
snarled & began to rise.
"NO!" Ashley barked & jumped to her feet.
The 21-year-old's bottom puckered & tingled as she baby-stepped the short distance to
her mother & tried to accept the fact that she was going over her lap for a spanking.
How could this be? Last night she had felt so
courageous. So mature. So confident & sure. Now, after just a few minute confrontation
with her loving but too strict nemesis, she was going to be spanked like a naughty little
girl!!!
Nancy reached out as soon as her daughter was near enough
& pulled her between her spread knees by the front of her football jersey. Then she
lifted the hem above her waist & ordered her daughter to hold it there while she
lowered her little, black bikini panties until they dropped around her ankles.
"This is sooooo humiliating!" Ashley's blush
deepened to a crimson hue as she stepped out of them & stood naked from waist to toes
waiting the order she now wanted as much as hated.
"Oh, don’t be so melodramatic!" Nancy
scoffed. "Your sisters won’t be back until after lunch & your Daddy is on
the golf course with his friends. And I’ve certainly seen you bare before! Who do you
think birthed you, bathed you, wiped your bottom & diapered you, & dressed you for
a good part of your life?"
Ashley winced at her mother’s words. It embarrassed
her to hear her mother say things like that, but she knew better than to ignore the
question. She whispered, "You did, Momma."
"That's right, little girl!" Nancy crowed. Then
she pointed at her lap, waited for her daughter to climb over, & flipped the jersey up
high on her back, exposing her daughter's sweet, heart-shaped seat. "And who do you
think spanked this naughty little bottom when it needed it?"
"You did, Momma," Ashley groaned as her
mother's hand cupped one of her bare bottom cheeks with familiarity. It had been about a
year & a half since Ashley had last been in this humbling position. But neither mother
nor daughter needed to tax their memories to remember it or what old-fashioned domestic
discipline was about.
In fact, with four healthy, rambunctious girls about,
spankings were a fairly common occurrence in the Howard household. All were administered
by Nancy, the family disciplinarian, & on the bare. Hand spankings in the kitchen were
the norm, for it was most used room in the house & Nancy needed little else to make a
tearful impression, even on Ashley's younger sisters, who were all bigger than she. But,
occasionally, when one of her girls was really bad, Nancy would take them to her bedroom
& employ the big, wooden hairbrush she kept there until loud heartfelt crying &
screams could be heard throughout the house.
Ashley was relieved that her mother hadn't chosen to use
the brush. But she was only a little less afraid of her big, hard hand & no less
embarrassed by the shameful, helpless, utterly childish position she was in. Ashley
didn’t resist as her mother adjusted her position with practiced ease, making sure
her pouting posterior pointed up at the ceiling & only her toes touched the floor.
The 21-year-old naughty girl knew she be drumming those
digits into the linoleum before her spanking was through, & that a pool of tears would
form on the floor at the other end. And, as Nancy gripped her daughter’s waist
tightly, she also knew she wasn't going to be able to escape or stop her pain until her
mother was through, regardless of how hard she bawled, begged, bucked or kicked.
"Young lady, I am going to spank this cheeky little
bottom of yours until there isn't a doubt in your silly little head that I am your mother,
you are my daughter, & that what I say goes as long as you live under this roof,"
Nancy declared.
"Yessss, Mommmma. I see that now. I'll never do it
again," Ashley mewled, foolishly hoping she could circumvent some of her punishment
with a submissive mien.
"No, I don't think you will," Nancy agreed as
she surveyed her daughter's derriere. The cheeks seemed to have lost some of the baby fat
they had the last time they lay spread over her knee. But the twin mounds were still
girlishly rounded & meaty enough to absorb the sound spanking she was about to give
them.
"Oh, pleeeeez, Momma, get on with it!" Ashley
pleaded as she nervously stared at the floor. Swallowing what little was left of her
pride, she gasped, "I-I was wrong. I-I deserve a good s-spanking. Please give it me
now!"
Nancy knew she was being played, but didn't care. Ashley
had already learned a part of her lesson, & there was no need to delay the rest.
Lifting her big hand, she stiffened the muscles in her wrist &, without further ado,
began raining down spanks across both bare, upturned, cheeks in a blur of motion &
scalding message of pain.
Ashley's body tensed into a bow at the sudden assault on
her seat & senses. Her eyes flew open & her mouth opened wide as if to scream, but
no sound emerged until each of her cringing cheeks blushed from 5 imprints of her mother's
rapidly rising & falling hand. Then, as if making up for lost time, loud squeals &
shouts of protest burst from her little body in one long torrent.
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"OWWW! OUCH! OWWWW! OOOOHHH, MOMMA NOT SO HARD!
OWW-WOW-OWWW! OUCH! OUCH!..."
Ashley wiggled & squirmed around on her mother’s
lap as much as she could as scalding waves of pain burned deep into her butt cheeks. She
began bucking her hips & kicking her legs up & down as additional, stinging slaps
landed, intensifying the heat & pain.
"...YEEEOOOWW! OWWWW-YOW! MOMMA STOP! OUCH!
THAT’S ENOUGH! OWWWW!"
"I’ll decide when you’ve had enough!"
Nancy barked & kept slapping away. Her arm was a blur of motion. She slapped from the
tippy top of Ashley’s butt cheeks down to the base, & then back up again.
"You just lay there & think about what deliberately disobeying me is getting
you!"
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!
"OWWEEEE! I'M SORRREEEEE MOMMA! I'M
SORREEEEEE!!" Ashley shrieked at the top of her lungs, & with enough sincerity to
cover any & every crime she had ever committed! Although her spanking had barely just
begun, the rebellious 21-year-old was a sorry, very sore-bottomed daughter. Sorry for what
she'd done. Sorry she was being punished for it. And hell... which was where it felt her
ass was right now... She was even sorry she'd ever been born!!
SMACK! SLAP! WHACK!
Nancy never took her eye off her daughters' heaving,
reddening hindquarters. Every slap was aimed & looked in to make sure it struck
exactly where she wanted it, which ensured even coverage of stinging, burning pain &
the resultant hues of pink & red that blossomed in the wake of every white impact.
"AAA-IIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEE!" Ashley shrieked as
the scalding sting of each hard smack merged into a raging, roaring firestorm of pain.
Each slap was a fiery brand on top of already flaming agony. The tears that she'd been
able to bat back with fluttering eyelashes begin to drip forth. Then, as if a cloud had
burst, they spilled from her eyes like rain as she began to bawl like a baby, with all
heart, soul & suffering... "BOOO-HOOO-HOOOO!! OHHHH!! BOOO-HOOOO-HOOOO!!"
Nancy held her squirming womanchild in place & landed
slap after scalding slap to her bare, bouncing, jiggling, clenching, twitching,
tumultuously tossing twin hills. She’d watched them go from milky white to pink &
red. But they had some more coloring to do before they matched the glowing scarlet she was
looking for.
"BOOO-HOOO-HOOOO!! WAAAA-WAAAA-WAAAAAAA!!"
"Having fun party girl?" Nancy scolded between
cracking smacks.
"N-NOOOOOOO!!" Ashley bawled.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!"
"Want another spanking tomorrow?" SLAP! SMACK!
SLAP! "And the day after that?" SWAT! CRACK! WHACK! "An the one after that,
too?" The determined maternal disciplinarian asked as revisited every inch of her
naughty daughter's scorched bottom flesh with hard, stinging slaps yet again.
"N-NOOO!! WA-WAA-WAAAAA!! OH, LORD....
NOOOOOOO!!!!" Ashley wailed as best she could between gulps of air & wracking
sobs that began to build in her young, suffering body.
"Then you'd better..." SLAP! SLAPP! SLAPP!!
"Learn to mind me little girl..." SMACK! SLAP! SLAPPPP! "Or you WILL
be!!"
"WAA-WAAA-WAAAA! I-I'll NEVERRR BEEEE NAWWWTEEEE
A-A-AGAINNNN! BOO-HOO-HOOOO!!" Ashley blubbered as she flailed her legs through the
air & scissored them open & closed. The biting, burning pain in her butt cheeks
had reached & passed the point where she cared if & what her mother could see. No
matter how much she wiggled & squirmed, she couldn’t avoid the remorseless slaps.
Nancy knew her big bad baby was ready to really burst.
Her naughty bottom was the color of ripe red tomatoes & radiating more than enough
heat to feel over the heat in her own spanking hand as she allowed it to come to rest on
one rounded, rosy rump cheek.
Ashley collapsed over her mother's lap but continued to
ballyhoo... "WAAAA-WAAAA-WAAAAAAA!!" She knew the respite would be short-lived
& the worst was yet to come.
"Like it or not, little girl, you have a
curfew!" Nancy barked. When I tell you to be home at 1:00 a.m., I mean 1:00! NOT
1:15! NOT 1:30!! And definitely NOT 2:30!!"
"I KNOW, MOMMMMMAAAA," Ashley bellowed between
her tears & sobs. "I-I'M SORREEEE, MOMMAAAA!! S-S-SOOOO SORREEEEEEE!!!"
"I know you are NOW, Missy," Nancy snorted
loudly enough to be heard over her naughty little girl's histrionics. "But what about
the next time you get too big for your britches? What's going to happen then?"
"BOO-HOO-HOOOO!! WAAA-WAAAA-WAAAAA!!
OWWWWWWW!!!" Ashley wailed in response to the painful squeeze her mother administered
to her flaming fanny cheek & the shameful declaration she knew she had to make.
Sucking up air & resolve at the same time, she lifted her tear-streaked face &
howled, "I-I'M GONNA GET MY BARE BOTTOM SPANKED!!!"
"That's right," Nancy agreed. "You'll
NEVER be too old to go over Momma's knee, little girl. And you'll NEVER be too old to cry
like a little bitty baby by the time Momma finishes spanking you, now will you? Not now.
Not 10 years from now. Not a hundred years from now! Is that crystal clear, little
girl?"
"BOO-HOO-HOOOO!! WAAAAA-WAAAAAA-WAAAAAAA!!"
Ashley cried even harder as she realized her mother expected a response & that it had
better be the one she was looking for. Being bare bottom spanked at 21 was horrible
enough. But agreeing to be spanked like a little girl over her mother's knee for the rest
of her life was too humiliating to contemplate, especially since she knew her mother would
NOT forget!
"Don't make me repeat myself, Ashley Anne
Howard," Nancy gritted as she gave her daughter's damaged derriere another good
squeeze.
"OWWWW!! NOOOOOO!!" The suffering woman-child
squirmed & squealed, "N-NOOOO MOMMMMA! NEVER!! I-I'LL NEVER BE TOO OLD TO BAWL
LIKE A BABY OVER YOUR KNEEEEE!!"
"All right then," Nancy said with a smile.
Gazing down at her daughter, she felt proud of the somewhat incongruous sight of her
mature, young womanly body & the bright-red, freshly flushed bottom cheeks that she'd
spanked since Ashley was a child. And, the mother was determined, would spank again &
yet again as long as she had breath in her body & the strength to lift her arm!
"OHHH PLEEEEZ, MOMMMMMA!!" Ashley let out a
pitiful wail. She knew her mother wasn't finished spanking her yet, & only wanted it
to end. "PLEEEEZ GET IT OVER WITH!!!"
"Since you asked so politely," Nancy replied
& got back to the matter at hand. To end the spanking, she administered a long barrage
of slaps across the base of Ashley’s bottom, right along that supersensitive crease
where butt cheeks & thighs merge. She also added some snap to her wrist & put a
lot of force into each slap, making each seem like the strike of a fiery snake that was
being used as a whip to strike & bite the tender flesh at one & the same time.
"OHHHHHH! ARRRRGH! AAA-IIIII-EEEEE!
WAAAA-WAAAA-WAAAAAAA!!"
Trying to prepare for the pain was impossible, Ashley
knew, though she tried & failed yet again to do just that. She couldn't help it.
Neither could she control the heartfelt, total body belching blubbering that burst from
her when her mother had slapped each lower slope of her sizzling seat a mere 5 times.
There was no use trying to hold in her anguish, or to resist the instinctive impulse to
collapse over her merciless mother's knees & wail like a wounded animal as she
continued to spank her & for many minutes after she had stopped.
"WAAAA-WAAAA-WAAAAAAA!!
BOOO-HOOO-HOOO-HOOOOOO!"
"It's alright, sweet girl. It's over now,"
Nancy began to croon when she judged her well-punished daughter would be coming back from
the deaf depths of despair she had spanked her to. Ashley's full, fleshly fanny &
thigh tops were the color of the setting sun on a hot Summer's day & nearly as hot to
the touch. And, although the young woman lay limply over her mother’s lap for a
couple of minutes after her spanking was over, her bottom & thighs wriggled &
winked as if they had a mind & life of their own that wanted nothing more than to work
out some of the anguish visited upon them.
"Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo... Sniffle... Snort... I'll NEVER
be bad again, Momma! I SWEAR I won't," Ashley mewled when she was finally able to
climb off her mother's lap. She wiped wet tendrils of hair from her face & her nose
& eyes with one hand, & gently tried to ease the burning throb in her hindquarters
with the other, but her bottom & thighs were still too sore to touch without adding to
the pain.
"I know, sweet girl," Nancy soothed, although
she suspected the odds were against her daughter being able to honor her vow. The
punishment was over & the time for truth would come in its own time. Right now, it was
time for mother to comfort daughter, which Nancy did. Rising, she wrapped Ashley in a big,
warm hug & whispered words of love against her hair as the girl buried her face in her
mother's shoulder & continued to sniffle softly.
"I-I'm sorry I worried you so much, Momma,"
Ashley eventually whispered into her mother's now damp blouse. "I-I won't do it
again. I-I really won't. I-I deserved that spanking."
"I know, sweet girl," Nancy soothed yet again.
Then she reached down to raise her daughter's quivering chin & look into her red,
swollen eyes. "I love you more than life itself, Ashley. I truly do."
"I know, Momma," Ashley whispered. She knew her
mother was telling the truth & that she only punished her for her own good, although
the pain of the thorough spanking she'd just endured was still so fresh that it made that
fact harder to believe. Even so, the properly punished 19-year-old looked into her
mother's eyes & shyly whispered, "A-And I know I deserved what I got. Thank you
for spanking me, Momma."
Nancy smiled gently. "You're welcome," she
purred. "Now, let's go get you cleaned up. But first..."
Ashley's bright red blush returned as her mother bent to
retrieve her panties & hang them on the key rack in the kitchen for display. It was
the last of the elegantly emotional rituals Nancy demanded in her domestic discipline
ceremony. It would add to Ashley's lesson & linger nearly as long as the
tenderness in her well-spanked seat, for now, when her Daddy & sisters came home, they
would all see the surrogate spanking flag & know Ashley had been spanked like a little
girl, despite her age & status as eldest child. Her sisters would tease her for the
rest of the day & night, of course. And her father a little, too.
But then, except for the tenderness in her bottom that
would take days to fade, all would return to normal in the Howard home, Ashley knew. And,
for some strange reason, that made her feel as safe & protected as a pampered little
girl she padded along to the bathroom behind the woman who loved her enough to spank her
so hard when she needed it... Yesterday, today & for many tomorrows to come, too.
The Brightly
Blushing End!
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