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Aimee's First Spanking
Illustrations by George Jackson Churchward
"Aimee, I'm concerned about the way you've been behaving lately," declared Janet Miller as she hung up the telephone.
"What do you mean Mommy?" asked Aimee, looking up from her coloring book on the kitchen table.
"Well, you simply haven't been doing what you are told. I was just on the phone with your teacher and she says you've only been handing in your homework about half the time. But whenever I ask if you have done your homework you always say that you have. What's more, you're room is always a mess. And when I ask you to clean it, or to do something around the house, all you say is 'I will' or 'in a minute,' and then you still never do it."
"Um… I'm sorry Mommy" Aimee replied.
"And that's another thing. Whenever you don't obey me, you say you are sorry, but then you do it again. Is anything the matter, Dear?
"I'm fine Mommy," chirped Aimee, thinking that this might end the conversation and allow her to return to her coloring book.
"Well, everything isn't fine with me!" snapped Mrs. Miller, placing her hands on her hips and regarding her little daughter sternly. "I'm at my wit's end trying to keep my job while raising you all by myself. But when I was your age, If I'd acted the way you've been acting, there is one thing I know Grandmamma would have done – and it's the one thing I still haven't tried yet with you!"
The way Mommy was glaring at her made Aimee uneasy, and the little girl didn't feel comfortable with the direction this conversation was taking, although she wasn't sure why. After several seconds of awkward silence, Aimee asked uneasily, "Um… what are bygone do, Mommy?"
"Quite frankly, Aimee, I think its time I gave you a good, old-fashioned spanking!"
"No Mommy!" cried the suddenly distraught Aimee, hopping out of her chair and looking up at her mother with wide eyes. "Please don't spank me Mommy!" Aimee had never been spanked before, but most of her friends had, and they were all afraid to be spanked. So on one level, Aimee was certain she didn't want a spanking either. At the same time, she knew that Grandmamma had spanked Mommy when she was little, and that Grand mama's mother had spanked her when she was little. So a small part of Aimee was curious about this unfamiliar facet of family life, and wondered what getting a spanking would be like. But the rest of her preferred not to find out first hand.
"I promise I'll be good!" exclaimed Aimee earnestly, reaching her arms around her mother's waist and looking up at her with imploringly. "I'll do all my homework and… and… I'll clean my room right now!" Janet felt an ache in her heart as she looked down into the pretty face of the daughter she loved so dearly. Part of her wanted to believe this promise and give Aimee another chance. But the child had been getting one "another chance" after another all month long – ever since her father had walked out on them. No. Janet was not going to be put off so easily this time, for she had already made up her mind that a good spanking was just what her daughter needed.
"Honey," she told Aimee as she gently unfastened the child's arms from around her waist, "go up to your room now and I'll be up in a minute."
Aimee, not wishing to further upset her mother, obeyed. In her room she waited in anxious anticipation. Aimee knew that she really hadn't been a very good girl lately. But she just couldn't seem to help it. Everything was sad and wrong and different now that Daddy was gone. But she had never imagined that her mother might spank her! First Daddy goes away (with someone named "That Hussy" according to Mommy) and now this. How much was her spanking going to hurt? Would Mommy pull her panties down and spank her bare bottom the way she said Grandmamma used to do? But… maybe Mommy wasn't really serious, thought Aimee. Maybe Mommy just said all that stuff just to see if it would make Aimee behave. Aimee was soon to learn just how serious her mother was.
Janet entered Aimee's room. "A-Are you really going to spank me, Mommy?" blurted Aimee in a frightened little voice.
"Yes Aimee… I am really going to spank you."
"But… will it hurt?"
"Yes honey, it will hurt – very much. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you won't like it one bit." With that Aimee's mother took her daughter by the arm, lead her over to the bed and sat down. "Aimee," said her mother, in a tone of calm authority, "lay across my lap. It is time for your spanking now."
Aimee hesitated, hoping that if she stalled for time her mother might have second thoughts. "Please Mommy! Please give me a second chance!"
"Young Lady, I told you to do something and I meant it!" said Janet. Taking a firm hold of Aimee's left arm, and placing her other hand on Aimee's waist, she tried to gently guide her daughter over her lap.
"NO!" cried Aimee frantically, pushing back on her mother's shoulder with her right hand.
"I've had quite enough of your disobedience, young lady!" snapped Janet sternly, and forcefully swept Aimee face down across her lap.
"I'm sorry Mommy! I'm ss-o-orry-y-y! Please don't spank me!!" Aimee whimpered anxiously. Aimee's anxiety increased as she felt her mother lifting her skirt and slip, and even more anxious as her mother positioned her bottom to make a better target.
"You've had this coming for a long time, young lady!"
Janet Miller paused for a moment. Across her lap lay her own beloved Aimee, looking back at her with wide, moist eyes; her lavender floral print skirt and white lace-trimmed slip in disarray across her slender back, the seat of her panties stretched snugly across the soft mounds of her tender bottom – awaiting their first spanking. Once again, she fought back the urge to let Aimee off with a warning. She had come this far. There could be no turning back now. Ruefully, Janet remembered the many times that her own mother – Aimee's "Grandmamma" – had marched her up to her room as a child, sat down on the side of her bed, and placed her in this very same position before pulling down her panties and administering a stinging spanking to young Janet's little bare bottom. How she had hated those spankings.. and feared them!
艾米第一次被揍屁股
"艾米,我很担心你最近的行为."吉耐特.米勒一边挂上电话,一边说道.
"什么意思啊,妈妈?"艾米问道,从正在看着的画书上抬起头来.
"哼,你不仅仅是没有做到你被要求做到的.我刚刚和你老师通话,她告诉我你只有一半的作业交了.无论我什么时候问你作业是否做完了你总是说已经做完了.还有,你的房间总是一团糟.当我让你整理一下,你所说的就是'我会的'或者是'等一会',然后你仍然什么也不做."
"唔…对不起,妈妈."
"这又是另一点,无论什么时候你不听我的话犯了错,你总是说对不起,但是然后你又再犯.是这回事吗,亲爱的?"
"我很好,妈妈."艾米小声的说,认为这样可以结束这次对话而继续看她的画书.
"是的,但是我每件事感觉都不好!"米勒太太猛地说道,将手放在艾米的屁股上,严厉地盯着她."在我独自抚养你的过程中,我一直试图保持理智.但是我像你这么大的时候,如果我像你这样表现的话,我只知道你外婆会做一件事-这事我还没有在你身上试过的!"
妈妈瞪着艾米使她很不安,小女孩也对对话进行的姿势感到很不舒服,尽管她还不明白为什么要这样.在几秒可怕的安静后,艾米忐忑地问道:"恩…,过去会发生什么,妈妈?"
"我很诚恳地告诉你,艾米,我认为是时候好好地给你一顿老式的屁股揍了!"
"不,妈妈!"突然像发狂一样的艾米叫道,瞪大了眼睛望着她的妈妈,希望能从椅子上逃离."请不要打我屁股,妈妈!"艾米以前从未被打过屁股,但是她的大多数同学尝到过滋味,他们都很害怕被打.所以艾米也不希望被打.同时,他也知道妈妈在小的时候外婆打过她,当外婆小的时候,外婆的妈妈也打过她.所以艾米怀着对家庭生活不熟悉的一面的好奇,也想知道被打屁股是怎样一回事.但是剩下的就是对挨揍的恐惧.
"我发誓我会变好的!"艾米诚恳地叫道,用胳膊抱着她***腰,哀求地望着她."我会做完我的所有作业的,并且…并且…我会马上打扫我的房间的!"吉耐特低头看着她深爱着的女儿那张漂亮的脸蛋,感觉心里一阵刺痛.她想相信她的誓言并且再给艾米一次机会.但是这孩子在一个月之后又会再得到一次这样的机会的-自从她的父亲离开了她们后.不.吉耐特这次不准备再轻易地延迟了,她已经告诉自己她女儿所需要的就是要被好好地揍一顿屁股.
"亲爱的,"她温柔地说道,并慢慢地拿掉了围着她腰的胳膊,"去你的房间,我一会就到."
艾米不希望使妈妈更生气,走进了房间,在房间不安的等待着.艾米知道她在最近确实没有做一个好的女孩.但是她忍不住自己.每件事都是悲伤的,错误的,不同的是爸爸已经走了.但是她从未想过妈妈会打她屁股.第一件是爸爸走了,然后便是这件事.打屁股伤的会有多重呢?妈妈会把她的内裤脱掉打在她裸露的光屁股上吗,就像妈妈说的外婆过去做的那样?但是…可能妈妈并不是认真的,艾米想到.可能妈妈只是说这些为了看看是否能使艾米变好.艾米很快就知道她的妈妈是多认真了.
吉耐特进了艾米的房间."您,您真的要打我屁股吗,妈妈?"艾米突然恐惧地小声说道.
"是的,艾米…我确实准备打你的屁股."
"但是…会使我受伤吗?"
"是的,亲爱的,它会使你伤的非常严重.对不起,恐怕你一点也不会喜欢它的."说完她一把抓起艾米的胳膊,把她拖到了床前,自己坐了下来."艾米,"米勒太太用一种平静却又威严的语调说道,"趴在我的大腿上,现在是时间揍你的屁股了."
艾米犹豫着,希望假如自己延迟一会,妈妈会有另外的想法."妈妈,请给我一次机会!"
"年轻的女孩,我告诉了你做某一件事并且我就是那个意思!"吉耐特说.她紧紧地抓住艾米的左胳膊并且将另一只手放在了艾米的腰上,她试图温柔地将女儿引导到她的大腿上.
"不!"艾米疯狂地叫道,用右手推开她***肩膀.
我已经受够了你的违抗,年轻的女孩!"吉耐特严厉地猛喝道,强有力的将艾米的脸压了下去.
"对不起,妈妈!,我很抱…抱…抱歉…歉!请不要打我屁股!!"艾米害怕地呜咽着.当她感觉到妈妈掀起了她的裙子,正了正她的屁股以便更好地下手时,她更害怕了.
"你早就应该得到即将到来的了,年轻的女孩!"
吉耐特停了一会.趴在她大腿上的是她自己深爱着的艾米,正用那双湿润的大眼睛望着她.她的淡紫色花裙子在她纤细的背部凌乱地搭着,她内裤所遮住的就是是她娇嫩的屁股,正等待着第一次责罚.她再一次的与不给艾米一个警告就让她走的错误想法作了斗争.她已经走到这步了.现在不可能回头了,吉耐特忧伤的想起许多次她自己的母亲–艾米的外婆–带着她走进她孩时的房间,坐在床边,把她放在同样的位置,然后脱掉她的内裤给她的光屁股一顿痛打.她是多么恨被打屁股啊,更多的是害怕!
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