"I Don't Have To Do What You Say"
by: Paris Annette Morreau
email: parisamorreau@hotmail.com

A F/f spanking fantasy



   Cassie watched her mother finish her make up with a trace of pale pink lipstick. The pre-teen's mouth formed an "o" as she watched the wand go around her mother's lips.  Carine smiled at her daughter, who frowned and looked away.

     "Did you forget you were pouting?" Carine asked.


    
"I'm not pouting," Cassie mumbled with a frown and folded her arms across her chest.

    "My mistake," Carine murmured with a smile.

    "Why can't I go with you?" Cassie asked.

    "On a date?  Would you like it if I went on a date with you?"  Carine tossed her lipstick into her purse and looked at her twelve year old daughter.  "That is, when you are old enough to date."

     "Yes," Cassie sincerely agreed.

     Carine smiled and chuckled softly.  She lifted her daughter's chin.

    "Well, then, I will go on every date with you if that is what you want."  Carine lightly kissed her daughter's forehead. "But you may not go with me on mine.  Now, I know that you are not getting your way this time and I know that's hard. Life is
just like that sometimes.  Nevertheless, I want you to be a good girl for Mommy tonight and for your sister, too.  Okay?"

     Cassie scowled again.  "I don't want to stay with Rianna," she whined.

     "You don't want to stay with Rianna?  She can hardly take a shower without you and tonight you don't want to stay with her? "

     Cassie offered her mother her best pout.  Carine pointed a well manicured finger at her daughter.

     "Don't, Cassie," Carine ordered, her voice low and firm. "I'm going out with my friend tonight and you are staying with your sister.  I know you are disappointed that you can't go with me," she said gently, "but I expect you to behave like the good
girl you are. Do you understand?"

     Cassie slowly nodded.  Carine pulled her daughter into her arms and hugged her.

     "I'll tell Rianna that you may stay up until eleven tonight. Okay?" Carine offered.

     Cassie looked up at her mother with a broad smile and nodded happily.

"Oh, Mom!" Rianna said as she entered the bedroom, "You look beautiful!"

      Carine smiled, held out her arms and turned in a small circle, showing off her ivory silk dress.  "It boasts a large shirt-like collar with long crisp points and slightly padded shoulders," she began as she modeled her outfit, "with long sleeves that form oversize cuffs that fold back and also have sharp points, but are still very feminine without being frou frou."


    
Rianna and Cassie giggled.

     "It's gathered and belted snugly at still trim my waist, despite having given birth twice, and it buttons all the way down the swirly skirt that falls gracefully to just below my knees." Carine extended a foot to show off her high heel, ivory pumps.

     "How come there's a hole in your shoe?" Cassie asked, pointing to her mother's exposed toe.

     "That's the way it was designed," Carine explained.  "It's a sort of retro look, isn't it?"

     "It's perfect!" exclaimed Rianna.  "He'll die when he sees you."

     "Well, that might be bit extreme.  Let's just hope he loses his breath for a moment," Carine laughed.

     When the doorbell rang, Carine took one last look at herself in the mirror and ran her fingers through her wavy chestnut hair. She tucked a few strands behind her ears and perked up the ends that touched her neck.

     "Okay," she announced.  "I'm ready.  Let's answer the door." She took Cassie's hand and reached for Rianna's.  "What have you got there?"

     Rianna held up her book.  "It's on child psy, .. um, child development," she gave her mother a knowing look while inclining her head slightly toward her younger sister.

     "Rianna," Carine began, shaking her head, "not tonight, please.  We can discuss the book another time.  Please, just follow my instructions and you'll be fine."

     "But, Mom, this is good," the seventeen year old insisted. "I just want to see ..."

     "Indulge me," Carine coaxed.  "Just for tonight."

     Rianna looked down at the book and shrugged.  "Okay," she said, clearly disappointed.

     "We'll talk about it, Ri, I promise," Carine said.

     "Okay," Rianna agreed and nodded.

     Cassie looked from her mother, to the book, to her sister and back again in rapt attention.

     "What book?" she asked.

     "It's for one of my classes, mi Cassie," Rianna explained as they walked out of the bedroom.  "It's not for you."

     "I can read your books," Cassie said.  "I'm a good reader. I'm in the advanced class, you know."

    "I know," Rianna said with a smile.  "I am very proud of your accomplishments." She glanced at her mother.  "See?" she whispered.  "That's what it says," Rianna continued, indicating the book.

     Carine nodded.  "Not tonight, Ri," she said heading for the front door.

     Rianna sighed.  "Okay," she reluctantly agreed.  "Wait! Mom, let me answer the door."

     Rianna loudly fumbled with the chain and twisted the lock several times before opening the door just enough to peek out warily.

     "Yes?"

"Hi!" the man greeted with an uncertain smile.  "Is Carine home?"

     "Carine, who?" she asked.

     "Rianna!" Carine whispered urgently behind her daughter. "Stop that!" she said with a laugh.

     Cassie smiled up at her mother.  She stepped in next to her sister and peered at her mother's date.

     "Is she expecting you?" Rianna asked without missing a beat.

     "Yes, I think she is," he said with a nod.  "I'm Ian."

     Rianna looked behind her.  "Do you know anyone named Ian?" she asked her mother.

     Cassie giggled.

   
Carine used her hip to push her daughter out of the way before throwing the door open.

     "Hi Ian," she greeted her date.  "My daughter is doing her stand up routine tonight."

     "Your daughter?  Why, I thought that was your sister," he said.

     Carine's smile faded.  "Why would you think that?" she asked.

     "Because this is our first date and I'm nervous and rather than just tell you how nice you look, I tried an old and stupid line," he frankly confessed .

     Carine smiled.  "Oh, I like that much better.  Come in. This is Rianna, the comedian."

     "She looks just like you.  Hi, Rianna."

     "And this is Cassie, my younger daughter."

     "Hi, Cassie.  Wow!  Where did you get all those blond curls?"

     Cassie stepped closer to her mother, who put her arm around her.  The pre-teen nestled into her mother's shoulder.  Her head down, she raised only her blue eyes to look at Ian.

     "Shy," Carine mouthed to her date, who nodded.

     "All right you two," Carine said extricating herself from her younger daughter's grip, "I'm going to leave now.  Ri," she murmured to her daughter, "just go along with what I said and you'll be fine. You have the number of the restaurant just in
case.  I told Cassie she can stay up until eleven."  Carine turned to her pre-teen.  "Cassie, be a good girl for Rianna, okay?"

     Cassie nodded with a sulk.

     "I mean it," Carine warned sternly.

     "I will, Mommy," Cassie agreed in her small voice.

     Carine kissed each of her daughters.  "I'll see you later tonight."

     "Goodnight," Ian said to the girls.

     Cassie stepped closer to her sister and stared back at Ian.

     "Bye. Have a good time," Rianna said, and closed the door behind them.

     Cassie went over to the window, parted the curtains slightly, and watched her mother until Ian's car drove off.  She turned to Rianna.

     "I don't have to do what you say."

     Rianna looked back at her sister and sighed.  She never gets tired of saying that, she thought.  Her mother had instructed her not to argue with Cassie or give her any orders.  She was simply to begin everything Cassie was expected to do with "Mom
said."  Mom said to put your pajamas on at nine.  Mom said you could have ice cream if you ate your dinner.  That usually worked but, failing that, the only other thing Rianna was told she could do was threaten to call their mother.  Although Rianna had to admit that the threat never failed, tonight she had the book. She wanted Cassie to understand that making her own decision to behave well was more satisfying than being forced by the Call Mommy threat.

     Rianna squeezed her book and shrugged.  "Suit yourself.  You know the rules."

     Cassie stared back at her sister.  "I don't have to do what you say?" she asked doubtfully.

     "I am confident you will make the right choices.  Now, what would you like to do?  Want to play a video game or something?" she asked, suggesting her sister's favorite thing.

     "No," Cassie said clearly disappointed she would now have to choose something else.  "I want to watch a movie."  She pulled out a video from the stacked that belonged to her and pushed it into the VCR.

     Rianna smiled as she watched her sister choose a film.  Well done, she congratulated herself.  Now you don't have to play one of those stupid video games.

     When the movie was over, Rianna stood up and stretched.

     "I feel hungry," she carefully informed her sister.  "I am going to make spaghetti for dinner."  She tossed her book onto the dining room table and headed for the kitchen.

     "I hate spaghetti," Cassie said, following her sister into the kitchen and daring her to believe she detested her favorite food.

     Rianna whirled around and opened her mouth to contradict her sister.  When she saw the twinkle in the young girl's eye and the smirk that played on her pouting lips, Rianna clamped down on her teeth and took a deep breath.

     "Well, that's what I am having."

     "What am I supposed to eat? Cassie asked.

     "I trust you to make your own choice.  Although I am confident in your ability to prepare a meal for yourself, I would be glad to help you if you would like me to."

     "What's wrong with you?" Cassie asked.  "Why are you talking like a weirdo?"

     "I am just letting you know that you have the right to make your own choices and that I believe that you will make the choices that are right for you," Rianna explained.  "Would you rather I just gave you orders?"

     "I don't have to do what you say," Cassie replied.

Rianna turned to a cupboard and opened it, hiding the grimace she knew she wore from her sister.  The book didn't mention the reactions she was getting from Cassie.  It just kept giving suggestions on how to phrase things so a child would make choices and take responsibility for them.  Maybe it just takes a couple of hours, Rianna thought.  She retrieved a large pot and closed the cupboard.  She turned to the sink to find Cassie standing in front of it.

     "Excuse me, Cassie.  I need to fill this pot with water for the spaghetti I am going to cook."

     "Go ahead," Cassie allowed.  "Who's stopping you?"

     "Well, actually, you are.  I can't reach the faucet because you are standing in front of it.  I would appreciate your moving so that I can turn the water on and fill this pot."

     "You mean fill it with water?" Cassie asked vapidly.  "So. That. You. Can. Cook. Spa.ghett. i?"

     "Yes, Cassie," Rianna said between her teeth.

     "See?  I told you I was smart."  Cassie moved her body precisely two inches to the left.

     "I need more room," Rianna said.

     Cassie moved another two inches.

     "Cassie, move away from the sink," Rianna demanded.

     "I don't have to do what you say."

     Rianna held her breath for a moment before exhaling slowly.

     "But I'll move anyway because I know how to make good choices."

     Cassie stepped away and Rianna filled the pot.  When she turned to the stove, her sister was standing in front of it.

     "Cassie," Rianna said, closing her eyes.

     "Oh! I am in your way," she said looking at where she was standing.  "Hmmm.  I know!  I will move.  Gee, I am making so many good choices for myself tonight," she said, stepping away from the stove.  "I feel proud," she said patting herself on the back as she left the kitchen.

     Rianna placed the pot on one of the burners, turned on the gas and then gripped each side of the stove, holding on tightly. Maybe I should have just stuck with the Mom said routine, Rianna thought.  But how is Cassie going to figure out how to make her own decisions if I just keep saying Mom said?  She put the lid on the pot of hot water. The book is right, Rianna thought.  I know it is.  It was written by experts in child psychology.  Rianna moved to the cupboard and pulled out a package of spaghetti. Of course, none of those experts had studied Cassie, she thought. She shook her head. Who would have thought she had it in her to be so obnoxious?  Outside of the house, Cassie would not so much as say "hi" to someone she didn't know and not much more than that to someone she did.  Even at home, she was quiet and compliant.  Rianna picked up the lid and saw that the water was
just simmering.  Once she realizes there is nothing to fight about, she'll settle down.  When she sees that I am not going to rise to the bait, she'll make her own choice to behave.  And then I'll tell Mom what I did and she'll be so surprised and so pleased.  Rianna smiled and picked up the lid again.  She emptied the package of spaghetti into the boiling water just as Cassie walked into the kitchen.

     "Have you decided what you are going to have for dinner?" Rianna asked.

     Cassie opened a cupboard and pulled out a jar of peanut butter.

     "Yep."

     She opened a drawer and took out a spoon.  She twisted the lid of the jar.  Rianna watched her sister.  Don't rise to the bait, she warned herself.

     "Peanut butter is very nutritious," Rianna said and turned to stir the spaghetti.

     Cassie dropped the spoon back into the drawer and dipped a finger into the jar. She filled her mouth with peanut butter and dipped her finger again.

     Rianna sucked in her breath and held it.  Bait, bait, bait, bait, she thought.  Don't do it.  Don't do it, she ordered herself.

     "I'm going to watch TV while I eat my dinner," Cassie announced, leaving the kitchen.

     Moments later, Rianna walked into the living room with her own dinner and sat down on a chair across from the sofa where her sister was sitting.

"This spaghetti is really good, Cassie.  Are you sure you don't want any?  Mom made the sauce."

     Cassie held up the jar of peanut butter while she stared at the television.  "I'm happy."

     "This looks like an interesting show," Rianna said.

     "I don't like it," Cassie said and picked up the remote.

     "Oh, Cassie, no!" Rianna cried.  "You'll get peanut butter all over the remote."

     "So?" she asked.

     "So," Rianna replied with determined calm, "I think you are capable of making a better choice."

     "Oh yeah?  Is that what this says?" Cassie asked, holding up her sister's book.

     "Cassie, that is my book and I would appreciate your returning it to me now."

     "Hmmm.  Let's see," Cassie began.  "What does it say about peanut butter on the remote?  I guess it doesn't say anything about it," she said as she flipped through the pages.  "This isn't a very good book, is it?" she asked with a frown.  "Oh, wait. Here's something.  'If a child is bouncing a ball off the television screen and you tell him to stop, allow him to bounce the ball one or two more times so that he will have made his own decision to cease the activity,'" Cassie quoted.  "I don't feel like bouncing a ball off the television, so I think I'll just put some more peanut butter on the remote before I make a decision to cease the activity."  Cassie dipped her finger
into the jar.

    "No!" Rianna shouted.  "No, you will not.  Give me that remote!" she demanded, getting up from the sofa and bounding over to her sister.

     Cassie quickly smeared a dollop of peanut butter on the remote before Rianna took it from her.

     "Get something to clean this, Cassie," Rianna ordered.

     "I don't have to do what you say," Cassie retorted.  "The book said something about a television."

     Cassie stood up and rushed over to the television.  Rianna, her hand covered with peanut butter, dropped the remote onto the chair and lunged toward her sister. Cassie dodged her and smeared her fingers over the screen.  Rianna took hold of her sister's arm and turned her around.  Cassie wiped her fingers on one side of Rianna's face.

     "That's it!" Rianna cried.  "I've had it with you!  I tried to allow you the dignity to make your own choices instead have having someone order you around, but you are too childish to appreciate it."

     Cassie stuck her peanut butter covered tongue out at her sister.  Rianna stared at Cassie openmouthed . Cassie giggled and licked her sister's face.  Rianna jerked her head back.

     "Uuugggghhh!" she cried.  She tugged on her sister's arm and began pulling her across the room.

     Cassie pulled back.  "Let go!  You can't put your hands on me.  Mom said."

     "It's too late for 'Mom said,' Cassie."

     When Rianna reached the front door, she opened it, swung Cassie around, and pushed her outside onto the porch.

     "If you want to act like an animal, you have to stay outside like one."

     Rianna slammed the door and locked it.

     "I don't have to do what you say!" she shouted.

     Standing on the dark porch, Cassie stared at the door and waited. She turned around and glanced down the street.  On a cul de sac, her house was the one that faced the length of road to the stop sign on the corner.  Cassie started to turn back to the door when she noticed something moving at the end of the street.  She saw the headlights of a car as it turned the corner and headed toward her.

     "Rianna! Let me in!" she shouted.  "Someone is coming!" Cassie pounded her fist on the door as she turned to face the headlights again.  "Open the door!" she pleaded, watching the car pull into the curb in front of her house.  "Rianna!" she cried, taking hold of the doorknob and pulling it.  She turned around and saw her mother get out of the car.  "Oh no," she breathed. "Ri, let me in," she shrieked.  "Hurry, please," she begged, pulling the knob, kicking the door and turning to face her mother as the woman approached.

     "Cassie?" Carine called.  "Honey, it's Mommy.  It's okay. It's me.  Don't be afraid."

     "Riiiiiiii!" Cassie screeched.  She glanced back at her mother before turning to bang on the door again.

     "Cassie, honey, it's Mommy.  Don't worry," Carine soothed as she cautiously approached her daughter.

     Cassie pressed herself against the door just as Rianna opened it.  She stumbled in, just managing to keep her balance, at the same moment her mother reached the porch.

     "Cassie, it's Mommy, see?  I'm with Ian," Carine said, gesturing to her date.

     Cassie grabbed her sister's arm and got behind her.  Rianna flailed her arm to loosen her sister's grip.

     "Let go!" Rianna demanded.

     Carine stepped into the house.  "What is going on here?" she asked, holding her arms open to her younger daughter and giving a worried look to Rianna.

     Cassie hid herself behind her sister.

     "What have you got all over your face? Carine asked her older daughter while she extended a hand to Cassie.

     "It's peanut butter!" Rianna exclaimed in exasperation. "She did it!"

     Rianna reached behind her and pulled Cassie, propelling her into Carine's arms. Carine embraced her daughter, who nestled her head close to her mother's shoulder.

     "Why was Cassie locked out of the house?" Carine demanded to know.

     "Because she was a brat, that's why.  She didn't behave for a second while you were gone.  I tried everything.  She smeared peanut butter on my face and then she licked me!  Like a dog! So, I pushed her outside."

     Ian turned his head and softly chuckled.

     "And you locked the door," Carine reminded her daughter sternly.  "You pushed her outside, left her in the dark and then you locked the door.  How could you have done such a thing when you know she is afr... how she feels about the dark?" she
scolded.

     Rianna stared at her mother in disbelief.

     "Aside from the lack of light issue," Carine continued, "you handled whatever her misbehavior might have been by throwing her out of the house.  Have I ever treated you that way? "

     "No, but, she..." Rianna began, pointing at her sister.

     "No.  That is correct.  I have never treated you that way despite the number of times you have misbehaved," Carine chided. "Furthermore, if you had 'tried everything,' you would have called me at the restaurant before you ended up with peanut butter on your face."

     Rianna looked away.

     "While I'm at it, I'll hazard another guess.  Look at me Rianna!" Carine demanded.  "You didn't follow my instructions, did you?"

     Rianna looked away again.

     "Did you hear me?" Carine asked.

     Rianna looked back at her mother and shook her head.

     "No, you didn't follow my instructions.  Despite the fact that I specifically told you not to do it, you decided to try the methods outlined in that book of yours, didn't you?"

     Rianna nodded again and glanced at Ian, who looked back sympathetically.

     "And because of that, you have peanut butter on your face," she chided.

     "But, Mom, you don't understand," Rianna pleaded, "that's not all she did.  She was awful."

      "Yes, after your deliberate disobedience, Cassie misbehaved and you pushed her out of the house and locked the door," she scolded.  "As far as I am concerned, you are as naughty as she is.  I ought to turn you over my knee and spank your bottom right now."

     Rianna gasped and blushed.  She glanced at Ian, who looked back in surprise.
Tears stung in her eyes as she looked at the floor.

     "She was reading that book, Mommy," Cassie said.  "I ..."

     "Don't. You. Dare, Cassandra Elizabeth!" Carine warned, holding her daughter at arm's length.  "Whatever mistakes your sister may have made, her intentions were honorable.  Yours, on the other hand, were anything but." Carine rebuked.  "You were just plain naughty and I am going to give your bare bottom a good
spanking."

     Now it was Cassie's turn to look at Ian, gasp and blush to the roots of her blond hair.

     "Mommy, no!" she pleaded, looking into her mother's dark eyes

     In response, Carine turned her daughter around and gave the girl's shorts-covered bottom a single, sharp smack.   "Go to your room right now, put your jammies on, and wait for me," Carine instructed.

     Weeping softly, and blushing furiously, Cassie trotted up the stairs.

     "Rianna, you followed the suggestions in that book instead of my instructions. Your disobedience caused both you and your sister harm, didn't it?"

     Rianna nodded.

     "You can't expect to read a few chapters of a book, even one written by experts, and successfully change the behavior of a twelve year old in just a couple of hours," Carine gently chided. If you will give it some thought, I think you will realize that I
have always allowed both you and your sister to make choices and decisions appropriate to age and level of maturity. Each of you take whatever the consequence of each decision may be. Eventually, you will make all of your own decisions.  Tonight, however, you should have done what I told you to do," she
admonished.  "However, based on your experience with Cassie this evening, I think the consequence of your bad choice is enough of a punishment."

     Rianna nodded.  "I'm sorry, Mom."

     "Because I am certain you learned a very valuable lesson," Carine said with a penetrating look that made her daughter blink, "I'm not going to spank you."

     Rianna gave another blushing glance at Ian, who offered her a small smile.

     "Thank you, Mom," Rianna said, her eyes filling with fresh tears.

     Carine gathered her daughter into her arms and hugged her tightly.

     "Go on to bed now," Carine directed.

     "Okay.  Goodnight.  Goodnight, Ian," she mumbled.

     "Goodnight, Rianna," Ian responded with a broad grin as the teenager turned to walk up the stairs.

     Carine turned to her date with a blush and shook her head.

     "I guess this is where I say thank you for a lovely evening." She gave him a wry smile.  "I only wish it had not ended on this note."

     "Well, there will be other dates," he said.  "I hope."  Ian smiled at her.

     "Yes.  There will be," Carine murmured with a smile.  "But, right now, I have a naughty and plump little bottom that is waiting to be spanked."

     Ian frowned. He turned Carine around and looked at her derriere.  "Well, I don't know how naughty it is, but it appears to be plump enough."

     "Oh!" she cried and pulled away from him.  She turned back with a blushing smile.  "It just so happens it is just exactly plump enough and I'm plenty proud of it.  As for how naughty it is, well, you will just have to find out.  She lightly kissed his
mouth.  "Goodnight."

     Ian kissed her back.  "Goodnight," he said with a grin and left.

     Carine closed and locked the door behind him.  She turned and looked up the stairs.  With a sigh, she took the first step.

     In her room, Cassie sat on her bed wearing the Power Puff Girl pajamas her mother had bought for her.  She looked at her hands folded in her lap. Her tummy was doing somersaults.  Excuse after excuse for her behavior ran through her mind, but no one of them made sense, even to her.  She thought of an explanation, but each time she tried one, she reached the conclusion that she had smeared peanut butter on the remote, the television and her sister's face. The whole evening
played out like a movie in her mind and it was about to have an unhappy ending.  Maybe, she thought, if I look really angry and let Mommy know how unfair this is, she won't spank me.  She knows Rianna did something wrong, too.  In fact, if Rianna had obeyed Mommy, then I wouldn't have done anything wrong, either.  That's what I'll do, she decided.  She frowned so hard her eyebrows hurt and she stared at the door.

     Outside her daughter's bedroom, Carine took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She put her hand on the door knob and took a moment to steel herself to carry out the promised discipline. She walked in and gave her daughter a stern look.  Cassie's face fell.  Her tummy started doing flip flops again, and her heart began to pound.  Carine sat down on her daughter's bed.  Cassie's chin began to quiver.

"Did I tell you to be a good girl for Rianna, as well as for me, tonight?" Carine asked.

     Cassie nodded, her blue eyes troubled.

     "And do you think you were?"

     Cassie shook her head.

     "You didn't behave, did you?"

     Cassie shook her head.

     "And when you don't behave, what happens?"

     Cassie stared at the Power Puff Girls.

     "Look at me, Cassie," Carine demanded.

     Cassie looked up at her mother.

     "Now answer me."

     Cassie's chin began to quiver again.  "A spanking," she squeaked.

     "That's right," Carine nodded, "and a spanking is exactly what I'm going to give you," she said.  "Now, over my knee." Carine reached out and took hold of her daughter's arms and helped her over her lap.

     "You knew that when you were being naughty tonight, didn't you?"  Carine asked as she tugged her daughter's pajamas down, uncovering her panty-covered bottom and then her bare legs.

     Cassie nodded again, spilling the tears in her eyes.  "But I wasn't thinking about that," she whimpered.

     "You should have been," Carine gently admonished.

     She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of Cassie's flower-printed, cotton panties.  The pre-teen gathered a handful of her bedspread and closed her eyes.

     "You need to learn to always think of the consequences before you do something," Carine scolded while pulling her daughter's panties down.

     "I will, Mommy," Cassie promised.  "The next time, I will," she promised with a blush and a shiver as the smooth bare flesh of her bottom was uncovered.

     "I'm glad to hear that.  However, this time you were naughty and you need to take the consequence."

     Carine settled her daughter's panties just below the tops of her thighs.  With the full flat of her palm, she patted the firm flesh where bottom curved under to meet leg. Cassie quivered. Her mother would spank there and the soft, cotton panties would not be in her way.  Carine placed her hand at Cassie's waist and held her firmly.  Cassie clenched her cheeks and, for the first time in eight months, waited for the first spank to sting her bottom.

     Carine raised her hand and looked at the pale, pudgy target before her.  She closed her eyes and stiffened her resolve.

     Spank!  Carine's palm smacked the fleshy arch of her daughter's firm bottom. Cassie jumped, though the smack was a light.

     Spank!  Cassie had braced herself for this one, though she realized that the sting was still missing.  She lay still and quiet over her mother's lap.

     Spank!  The pre-teen flinched a second before the smack landed, her bottom relaxed when it came.

     Spank!  Cassie tightened her bottom cheeks again and looked back at her mother.  Carine resisted her daughter's imploring gaze and spanked the middle of her pre-teen's bottom again, over the slim line that divided her chubs.  The girl's pale flesh had hardly begun to pinken and there was not yet any warmth against Carine's hand.  She spanked again watching the firm, bare flesh bounce slightly in response.

     Six, Cassie thought, counting the spanks to herself and feeling a slight sting.  After ten, the warm up would be over and the real spanking would begin.  She let go of the bedspread and placed her hands flatly on top of it.

     Spank! Although the spanks were light, each one landed on top of the one before it and the faint sting concentrated in one small spot.

     Spank!  Cassie's bottom twitched.

     Spank!  A tiny bite prickled Carine's hand as she again raised her palm over the flushed, pudgy cheeks.

     Spank!  Carine rested her hand on her daughter's blushing bottom.

     "Cassie, I don't know what you could have been thinking tonight," Carine began.

     Cassie took a deep breath and closed her eyes.  She quicklygathered the bedspread into her fists again and held it tightly. Her mother raised her hand and brought it down sharply on one cheek.

     "Did you think Rianna wouldn't tell me?  Carine asked spanking her daughter's other firm, chubby cheek.

     "Uh!  I don't know," Cassie squealed.

     "Did you think she would just continue putting up with your misbehavior?"  Carine asked landing another sharp spank on each bare chub.

     "Owwww!  Nooo?"

     "The last thing I told you before I left was to be a good girl for me and for Rianna, didn't I?"  Carine spanked down to the tops of her daughter's thighs.

     "Ummmmm, Yes!" Cassie squeaked, wiggling her bottom.

     "You promised you would behave," Carine reminded her daughter, spanking back and forth across the tender flesh of the pre-teen's thighs.

     "Uhhhhowwww!"

     "I even allowed you to stay up way past your bedtime.  And, yet, as soon as I left, Naughty Cassie came out," Carine scolded, spanking her way up to her daughter's fleshy arch once more, landing a hot spank on each side as she went.

     "No.  No, Mommy!" Cassie denied, squirming on her mother's lap.  "Not as soon as you left.  I watched a whole movie first and I was gooooood," she wailed.

     "Well, then, I'll only spank you for the second half of the evening when you were naughty." Carine spanked over the division of her daughter's full chubs, each smack biting some of each stinging cheek.

     " Ooooooooh!" Cassie wailed.  "Mommyyyyy, Rianna read that booooook."

     "That's what she did, but you are the one being spanked," Carine unnecessarily informed her daughter, delivering rapid spanks all over the pre-teen's bottom.

     Cassie kicked her legs and dug her fists into her bed.

     "Owwwww!  I'm sorryyyy," Cassie whined before bursting into tears.

     "Your sister may have been wrong, but at least her intentions were honorable. You, on the other hand, went out of your way to be naughty," Carine scolded.  "Tell me what you did." she demanded.  She pulled Cassie's panties down a
bit more and began spanking again across the tops of her
daughter's thighs.

     "Ohhhhhh!  I got peanut butter on the remooooote," she screeched.  "Owwww!  And on the televisionnnnn. Ooooooh!  And on her faaaaaace!  Uhhhhh!" she shrieked between sobs.

     "Rianna didn't lock you outside until after the peanut butter episode.  That tells me that must have been the last straw," Carine calmly reasoned as she turned her attention back to her daughter's cherry red chubs and continued to spank.  "You
did other naughty things, too.  Tell Mommy what you did while I spank," she demanded, her hand traveling in hearty smacks down her daughter's glowing bottom up and over the arch and back to the girl's upper thighs, where she again struck the delicate skin.

     "Oh, nooooo Mommyyyy!  Pleaaaase!" Cassie shrieked and wiggled her burning chubs.

     "Is your bottom stinging?" Carine asked, continuing to spank her daughter's sit spot.  "My hand is.  I may have to use the hairbrush."

     "Noooo, please mommyyyy, not thaaaat!"

     "Cassie, I can see that your bottom is very red. I can feel how hot it is, too.  I want you to feel this sting while you tell me.  Maybe you'll remember to behave the next time."

     Carine began another series of spanks in the well padded middle of her pre-teen's plump bottom, spanked down the tender bottom to the part that curved under at the top of her thighs and started up the glowing chubs again.

     "Uhhhhooooh!  I stood in her way in the kitchen ohhhhhh!" Cassie wailed, her legs kicking, "so she couldn't cook dinnerrrrrr.  Eeeeeee!  I took her booooook!  Ohhhhmmmm!  I wouldn't do anything she asked me to dooooo. I'm sorryyyy."

     "Okay.  Mommy will be going out again next week and Rianna will stay home with you.  What are you going to do?" Carine asked, slowing the spanks.

     "Be goooood.  I promiiiiiise.  Mommyyyyyy," Cassie vowed.

     "All right, Cassie," Carine murmured, her hand resting on her daughter's hot and crimson bottom.  "I think you mean it this time."  Carine glided her hand over the plump fiery flesh of her daughter's bottom, soothing out the heat.  "You may be tempted to misbehave, but I believe you will be able to overcome whatever
temptation you feel.  If you cannot, you'll have an appointment with the hairbrush," Carine promised.  "Do you understand?"

     "Yes, Mommy," Cassie agreed through sobs.

     Carine held her daughter off her lap.  Standing in front of her mother, Cassie reached back and vigorously rubbed her bottom. Carine reached down and took hold of her daughter's panties.

     "Move your hands, Cassie," Carine quietly demanded.

     Cassie put her hands at her side and wiggled her bottom. Carine pulled her daughter's panties up, then reached for her pajamas, gliding them up until they, too, were in place.  Carine wrapped her arms around her daughter and took her onto her lap, holding her closely while the pre-teen softly wept.

     "It's been a long time since your last spanking, hasn't it?" Carine asked.

     "Yes," Cassie whimpered, her bottom throbbing.

     "That's because you are usually so well behaved.  And that is because I've spanked you when you were naughty and you learned to do the right thing."  Carine kissed her daughter's forehead and held her closely.  "That was a hard spanking, I know, and Mommy doesn't like to have to spank you.  I also know that, because of it, you will not be naughty with Rianna again."

     "I won't, Mommy," Cassie promised, turning her teary blue eyes to her mother.

     Carine smiled and kissed each of her daughter's tear-stained cheeks.  She moved back and forth, rocking gently until Cassie's tears subsided and she was nearly asleep.  Carine then helped her daughter into bed, pulled the covers up and gave her a final kiss on her forehead before leaving her room.

     After checking on Rianna, who was sleeping soundly, Carine went into her own room.  As she lay on her back under cool, cotton sheets, she smiled.  At twelve, she had been much like Cassie: Quiet and almost too well behaved usually, but able to
unleash a wild rebel at other times.  One day her daughter would find a good balance. At seventeen, Carine had been quite like Rianna.  Bright, affectionate, usually reasonable, with a bit of an I know everything attitude in which teenagers have an unshakable belief.  It saddened her a little to know that eventually Rianna's steadfast convictions would falter from time to time.

     As her eyes closed and her body relaxed, Carine remembered that at both her girls' ages, and for the same reasons she spanked her own daughters, Carine had taken a fair share of trips across her mother's sturdy lap and felt the lingering sting from her strong hand.  Her eyes popped open.

     "Oh God! I've become my mother," she moaned.  She turned onto her stomach with a giggle and continued to smile as she drifted off to sleep.