Shannon's Story |
1998, Paris Annette Morreau All rights reserved. This story, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission ******************************************************** Shannon walked into the living room after school and directly to her mother sitting on the sofa. The 12-year old girl sat down on her mother's lap and snuggled close as she did every day after school. Mrs. Parker wrapped her arms around her daughter and lightly kissed her forehead, nose and lips as she did every day. "How was your day, baby angel?" "Okay," Shannon replied and snuggled closer. Just okay? Mrs. Parker thought and knew something was wrong. Although her daughter always cuddled with her for a few seconds when she came home from school each day, it was only long enough to receive her three kisses and give her mother a warm hug and then she was off doing all the things active girls do. For her to stay in her mother's lap meant something wasn't right. Mrs. Parker knew that Shannon would tell her what the trouble was when she was ready, so she held the girl in her arms and waited. Shannon was not a big girl but she hardly fit in her mother's lap anymore. She folded her body nearly in half, her legs drawn up, bottom sticking out. Her short skirt barely covered her in this position. Mrs. Parker absently patted her child's protruding bottom while waiting for the girl to talk to her. I can't believe she's 12 already, she thought and reflected back to when Shannon was born. The nurse had handed the bundled pink baby to Mrs. Parker. The child's blond fuzzy hair stood up in a circle around her head. "Oh, look." Mrs. Parker remembered saying, still dazed, "I've given birth to a baby angel." She smiled at the memory and hugged her daughter. "Mommy?" At last, Mrs. Parker thought. Here it comes. "Yes, sweetheart?" "Something happened at school today. Something bad." "Bad? What do you mean, honey?" Mrs. Parker asked, concerned. "Did someone hurt you?" "No. I think I did something, um, wrong. Maybe." Mrs. Parker relaxed. No one had harmed her child, so how bad could it be? "Tell Mommy, baby. Tell me what happened." "Well, I, that is, my friend Gina and I, took some money from a girl in our class. Her lunch money," Shannon whispered the last part. "You what!? You stole her lunch money?" Mrs. Parker was stunned. Shannon had always been a good little girl with only occasional moments of naughtiness. She'd never done anything like this, nor had her mother ever expected she would. "Yes," Shannon squeaked. "Why, Shannie? Why did you do that?" "I don't know. I'm so sorry, Mommy," The child began to weep. "That was a very naughty thing to do, Shannon," Mrs. Parker said. "I'm glad that you are being honest about it, though. I'm very proud of you for having the courage to tell Mommy what happened," she continued, hugging her child. "However, You know, of course, what the consequence is for such a naughty thing, don't you?" "Yes, Mommy. And one more thing, Miss Evans from school is going to call you about what happened." "It's not 'what happened, honey, It's what you did. You are responsible, aren't you?" "Yes. And I'll never do it again. I'll be really g...." Shannon was interrupted by the ringing telephone. Mrs. Parker picked up the phone and Shannon listened to her mother's responses. "Yes. Yes, I know. Shannon just told me. I'm shocked that she would do such a thing and,... excuse me? She did what? Are you sure? Oh my. Yes, of course. I will and please rest assured, I will discipline her. Her bare bottom will smart for days and she will never do anything like that again. Thank you for telling me. Goodbye." "Well, Shannon, according to Miss Evans, you told your friend Gina to help you hold the girl down while you took her lunch money. Is that true? Look at me, young lady." "Yes, Mommy," Shannon's face held fear and shame. "Not telling me the whole truth is the same as telling a lie." "No, it isn't. But, I , I was going to tell you, Mommy. I was getting ready to tell you." "Shannon? That sounds like another lie. Were you going to tell me?" Mrs. Parker asked, her voice gentle. Shannon hung her head. "No." "Oh, sweetie. You did a very naughty thing and then told Mommy two lies. Tell me, baby, what the consequence is." "A spanking," Shannon rasped. "Tell me, Shannie. Tell me what you know is going to happen," Mrs. Parker insisted. As part of the discipline, Shannon always had to describe the consequence of her bad behavior in detail so that her mother could assure herself that the child knew what she had done was wrong and what the punishment was going to be. "You're gonna to put me over your lap," Shannon recited in a soft voice. "And then you're gonna lift my skirt. And then you're gonna pull my panties down," Shannon choked, "and you're gonna spank me on my bare bottom." "Yes, baby, I am. I am going to spank you, but I think you know there's more than that. Besides the naughty thing you did, you told Mommy two lies. Do you know what that means?" "Yes, Mommy. You're gonna spank me with the paddle? " "Are you asking me, honey?" "No. I know you're gonna to do that." "All right, baby," Mrs. Parker said, convinced her daughter knew she was responsible for what she had done. "Stand up now. I'm going to take you upstairs to Mommy's room and give you your spanking there in front of the mirror. I want you to see what happens when you've done something so naughty and then told lies on top of it." "Mommy, please don't spank me with the paddle. It hurts so much and I'm really sorry I lied and I never lied to you before and I'll never do it again and please give me a chance. Please, Mommy. Just this once," Shannon pleaded, crying. Mrs. Parker hugged her daughter. "I'm sorry, baby, but I am going to spank you with the paddle, after I've spanked you with my hand. I would believe myself to be a terrible mother if I let you get away with lying. Even once. Come on now, sweetie. Let's get this spanking over with." Mrs. Parker took her daughter's hand and together they walked up the stairs and down the corridor to Mrs. Parker's room. Shannon's knees were weak, her heart pounding. "Stand by the bed, honey. I'm going to move the mirror in front of the bed." Mrs. Parker walked over to the oak framed cheval mirror and, with difficulty, moved it close to the bed. She sat down on her bed and looked at her daughter. "All right, baby. I'm ready. Let's get you over Mommy's knee. Oh, I almost forgot. Open Mommy's bedside table drawer, take out the paddle and give it to me." Shannon was reluctant, but quickly obeyed. "Thank you, honey. Come here now." She helped place her daughter over her knees. She lifted Shannon's skirt and put her hand on the child's bottom. She looked into the mirror. She could see that Shannon was watching. She used both hands to peel the thin cotton panties down the child's bottom and continued sliding them to the girl's knees. "I know I sometimes take your panties off altogether, but today I want you to see them at your knees to remind you that that if you had behaved, that's not where your panties would be." She raised her right foot up onto the footstool by the bed. Now Shannon's bottom was a high arch and in perfect spanking position. "I'm going to start your spanking now, Shannie." Mrs. Parker raised her hand and clapped it down in a sting. She could never bear to begin a spanking with hard smacks. She always did a little "warm up" first. She stung Shannon's bottom with the flat of her hand, up and down the chubs and on all sides. Shannon winced and jumped at each little spank and her mother continued spanking until her child's creamy white bottom was completely pink. "Very good, baby. You're taking your spanking very well. I'm going to spank harder now, honey. Be sure to keep your bottom still. And watch me, sweetie." Mrs. Parker raised her hand a little higher and brought it down in a smarting spank that bit before it burned. "I want you to think about the naughty thing you did while I spank you, honey. I want you to associate the heat you feel in your bottom with the bad thing you did." Shannon responded with yelps and ooohs as she watched her mother raise her hand and smack it down onto her hot bottom. Spank! Spank! Spank! "Oooh! Ow! Ow!" Mrs. Parker held Shannon firmly at her waist and raised her hand as high as she could and spanked with all the strength and speed she could muster. Sharp claps that thundered in the room. Again and again Mrs. Parker's strong hand slapped the pudgy bottom while it hopped and danced in response. Shannon kicked. And cried. And her mother spanked hard. And spanked again. Shannon began screaming in a keening wail. And still her mother spanked. "Uh, uh, uh, Shannon. Keep your bottom still for Mommy. And watch." Her bottom was a glowing ruby. The fire burned and spread in a constant heat and her mother spanked and spanked. "Owwww. Mommy, please stop. Pleeeease." "No, baby. You know I can't do that. You need this spanking and you know that. Now, instead of asking me to stop, I want to hear you ask me to spank you some more." "Noooo! Owwwww! I caaaaannn't. Please. Mommmmyyyy!" "Shannon Angela Parker, did you hear me? Obey me. Now." Mrs. Parker spanked even harder. "Owwww! Spa, spa, owwww! Ple, owww! Spank me, owww! More." "That's better. I'm going to give you a few more hard spanks, baby." And she spanked with strength and force, loud smacks and splats rained down on the pre-teen's crimson bottom as she wailed. Mrs. Parker stopped when the child's bottom looked like two burning coals. She let the heat spread out across the girl's cheeks and into the hot flesh for a minute or two. "Okay, sweetie," Mrs. Parker said when her daughter's cries had subsided. "Hand Mommy the paddle now. Thank you. I'm going to give you ten hard spanks on your bottom with this paddle for the first lie you told. Now, while I'm spanking you, I want you to think about the lie you told. I want you to feel the spanking while you're thinking about the lie. Perhaps if you do that, you'll remember the paddle and that you must always tell the truth." Mrs. Parker raised the paddle WHACK! And the first of the ten spanks landed on Shannon's tender, defenseless muffins. "If you lie, sweetie," WHACK, "Mommy can't trust you." WHACK! "It may be" WHACK "very important one day" WHACK "that I believe what" WHACK "you say, but if" WHACK "you start lying to me" WHACK "now, I won't know whether to" WHACK "believe you when it really" WHACK "counts. There. Now I'm going to wait a moment to spank you for the second lie. Shannon sobbed, her body convulsing, her red eyes puffy. She wiggled her bottom from side to side. Mrs. Parker smiled sympathetically. "I know it hurts to be spanked, honey. I don't want to hurt you but I must teach you to do the right thing. Okay, baby. I'm going to give you ten more hard spanks on your bottom with the paddle and, again, I want you to think very hard about the second lie you told Mommy while I'm spanking you." WHACK! And the next set of ten slapped Shannon's pert buns. "Girls who get away with" WHACK "naughty behavior live a very" WHACK "sad life, baby. You see them" WHACK "on the news every night." WHACK! "They end up in prison because" WHACK "they were never taught that there" WHACK "were consequences to bad behavior" WHACK. "I couldn't bear to let that" WHACK "happen to you. You need to be" WHACK "spanked when you've done something naughty. There. It's all over now. Lie still, sweetie." Shannon sobs slowly faded into soft crying with an occasional hiccup. Mrs. Parker put down the paddle and placed her hand on her daughter's thighs and held her while the heat burned across the child's bottom. After a moment or two she helped the child to her feet. "Lie across Mommy's bed, honey, on your tummy." Shannon, her crying having subsided, lay tummy down on her mother's bed. Mrs. Parker again lifted her child's skirt. She lay down next to the 12-year old and took her into her arms. She stroked the child's burning bottom. "There, baby angel. Your spanking is all over with. I know you'll never do such a naughty thing again and that you will never again lie to mommy." "I never will, Mommy. Never," Shannon promised through teary eyes. "I believe you, honey. I know that spanking hurt your bottom, sweetie, but I want you to know that when you do naughty things, it hurts Mommy. It's like a heartache. It's painful for me to have to spank you, but I love you too much not to discipline you. You have to learn that there are consequences to naughty behavior." "I learned Mommy. I'm going to be so good!" And she raised her head and covered her mother's face with light kisses. Mrs. Parker smiled. That's my baby angel. |