I Get Spanked
It's not very often that I'm caught off guard by a spanking. I can almost always tell when I've broken a rule, or when I've been caught. And even if I don't realize this right away, I'm generally informed that I'm going to be spanked for whatever I've done wrong. That didn't happen this time.
I haven't gotten a "real" spanking from my Mom for a while. But on Sunday I was in the living room, playing some game with my brother (Who is 15, and I’ll call Sylv for the sake of this story) and our dog (Raider). It wasn't anything too loud or annoying, especially since we were alone in the living room. I would tap the dog, and then when he turned around to look at me, my brother would do the same. Eventually, our Husky would get excited and jump on one of us, and we'd wrestle with him.
At some point, my Mom came out of her bedroom to watch us. She was leaning against the wall in the hallway. Even though I wasn't paying much attention to her, since I had no reason to believe I was in trouble, I had made a mental note that she was watching us. She didn't look upset at all. She never told us to stop messing with the dog, or to quiet down. She was actually smiling as she watched us play, and she didn't say anything until my brother and I had both stopped messing with the dog, and were sitting on the couch.
She spoke to Sylv first. He was told to take the dog for a run to the park. I thought that this was a little strange, since both Sylv and I had already taken our dog for a run that day. But since he's a hyper husky, I decided that it made sense that she would want Raider to go outside. The little bit of snow that was still on the ground was melting quickly, and I thought that she just wanted him to be able to play in it as much as possible before that happened. Sylv whined a little bit, but he was walking out the door pretty quickly.
My Mom went back into her bedroom as soon as Sylv and Raider left. At this point, I went back to my bedroom, not thinking much of the exchange. It was probably only about five minutes later that my Mom called me into her bedroom. I didn't even stop to think that I was maybe about to be spanked. I assumed that she would just want me to do a chore, or get something from her car. I walked into her room, but paused when I saw where she was sitting on the bed. It was the same spot that she sits to put us over her lap for spankings. My eyes flew from her face to the wooden spoon that was next to her on the bed. I started to back towards the door.
"Come here, Lexi". I stopped backing away but made no effort to move closer. I shook my head, asking, "What did I do?" She sighed leaning back a little bit as she looked at me. "Just come here, please. You already know that I wouldn't spank you without explaining why first. So I need you to follow directions, please." For a second I stayed in place, rocking on my feet a little bit as I tried to decide how I was going to respond. Could I make it out of her bedroom and to my own room before she caught up? I would have to make it through the bathroom and down the hallway. Was there even any point? I would have to leave my bedroom eventually, and the spanking would be much worse if I tried to run. Still, the idea of getting spanked later rather than immediately was tempting. I glanced at the door behind me again, and my Mom's voice hardened immediately as she realized what I was thinking.
"Alexis, don't you dare. Come here right now". Shoot. Shoot, shoot, shoot! I slowly turned my head back to her and finally began to walk towards her. My Mom watched me approach, and then grabbed my wrist to pull me closer once I was within her reach. "Good choice," she told me. Looking up at my face, she told me to stop biting my lip before I made it bleed. As soon as I stopped, she continued, "You're not in trouble, okay? That's not what this is about." I stayed quiet, wanting her to get to the point. I was confused. All of the signs suggested I was about to get spanked. But what sense did that make if I wasn't in trouble. With how confused I was, silence seemed like my best option.
Once my Mom realized that I wasn't going to respond, she repeated, "Okay?" I nodded, frustrated that she still expected me to agree before she even explained to me why I was about to be spanked if I hadn't done anything wrong.
"Alright, baby. So here's what's happening. Things have been different since I got back from Spain, haven't they?" Oh. Spain. Though I was still confused, some pieces began to fall into place. My Mom had unexpectedly had to leave for several weeks to visit her Father in Spain after he had been gotten sick. While she was gone, my brother and I had drastically changed how we behaved. We waited until the last minute to do our chores, we made a bunch of our own food for dinner rather than eating the healthier options that our Dad prepared, and we had even come up with new rules since the house was "ours". Though our Dad generally avoids confrontation and hadn't said anything to Sylv and I about our behavior, I figured he must have told our Mom. Maybe she was mad at us for it. Maybe this spanking was a punishment for collective misbehavior while she was away.
But that hadn't been her question. She had asked me if I had noticed that things were different since she came home from Spain. Though I hadn't realized it before, there was a notably different rhythm and atmosphere to the energy in our house. I couldn't quite place it, but I could feel it. I think we all could. When I once again didn't answer, my Mom swatted my thigh once, her grip on my wrist keeping me from pulling away. "You need to start answering when I ask you questions." I nodded, deciding that "Yes, Mom" was the best thing to say.
Seeing the look on my face, my Mom clarified, "You and Sylv have gotten quite a bit more... aggressive, since I've gotten back. Haven't you?" I shrugged, though I knew she was right. She squeezed my wrist at my silent response. It didn't hurt at all, but it was enough to let me know that it was a warning.
"You know what I'm talking about." Her prompting was getting a little more firm now, demanding a real answer from me. "Not doing things when you're told, arguing, being rude in general for absolutely no reason. That's been happening a lot since I got back. Hasn't it?" No longer able to meet her eyes, I looked away and nodded. Not okay with this, my Mom grabbed my chin gently, bringing my eyes back to hers. "Hasn't it?" She asked again. All I could do was sigh and say, "Yes, Mom."
Despite agreeing that all of those things had been happening, I still didn't know exactly what her point was. She hadn't spanked me for any of these things, and spankings were almost always given on the spot when we misbehaved at home. And even if there was a situation where we couldn't be spanked right away, she would still lean down and quietly tell us that we had earned a spanking. It just didn't make sense that she had waited so long to suddenly decide to punish me for these things.
Before I could point any of this out, her hands were at my waist, pulling my leggings down. I tried to back up, but she put one hand on my lower back to keep me from moving away. My underwear was pulled down a little bit with my leggings, but they only slid a few inches out of place. My Mom pulled me over her lap, and before she even started spanking I was already pleading with her to stop. "Mom, please don't. I don't want a spanking."
Wow. I was trying to form an argument to get out of a spanking, and that was the best I could up with? It sounded pathetic and childish, even to me. My Mom rubbed my back for a second. "I know you don't, Lexi. That's the whole point of a spanking, isn't it?" I didn't answer, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what I could say to get out of this.
After a few seconds of neither of us speaking, I reached back to try and fix my underwear. My Mom batted my hand away and told me not to bother as she pulled my underwear down, too. I reached down to hold onto her leg, trying one last time to get out of the spanking I knew was coming. My nervousness was growing, and the argument I came up with was even more childish than my first. All I did was cry, "No, Mama!" She smacked my sit-spots with her hand a few times. I whimpered, even though it hadn't really hurt that much. The smacks had just surprised me. After spanking me with her hand a few more times, she stopped, and said, "Don't you 'no, Mama' me, little girl." She spanked me with her hand a couple more times before asking, "Are you ready to be quiet and listen, or should I keep going?"
Finally, I gave in, letting myself hang over her lap as I went quiet. There was silence between us for a few seconds, and I wondered if she actually expected an answer. Before I could verbally tell her that I was going to listen, she smacked my thigh one more time and said, "Good. Now here is what is going to happen. You are going to get spanked. It's not necessarily a punishment. None of the small things that you've done have warranted a real spanking. But they're adding up very, very quickly, Alexis. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
Thankfully, my nod was enough of an answer for my Mom. "If there isn't a shift in your attitude very, very soon, I can guarantee you will do something that earns you a real spanking. And I don't mean with a hairbrush or spoon, little girl. I mean you will be bending over your bed for some smacks from my belt."
Usually, spankings were with her wooden hairbrush. It was a flat, square shape that she had basically bought specifically for spanking us with. But she had recently told us that spankings from now on would be more severe, with her hairbrush being used as a warm-up followed by smacks with a belt. I hadn't really taken her threat seriously. Now I was realizing that she had meant it.
Still, she kept talking. It was awkward, laying over her lap like this as she spoke to me. Maybe even worse than when she would yank down my pants and lecture me as I stood in front of her.
"Just so I am very clear," She picked up the wooden spoon and tapped it against my butt. I flinched each time, not exactly sure of when she would land the first real spank. "This is not a punishment spanking. That's why I am not using the belt, or even the hairbrush. Consider it... preventative measures. And it's not just you. Sylv will be getting one, too. I considered spanking you both at the same time, like I used to. It would definitely be more convenient for me. But I don't want to embarrass you. That's the only reason I decided against it. Okay, baby?"
I nodded again, even though I wasn't really paying attention. I was focused on two things. The first was my overwhelming relief at not getting spanked in front of Sylv. When we were really little we would have our pants and underwear pulled down right in front of each other, and we would see each other get spanked (which still happens when my sister and I get spanked together). As I got older, my Mom would send Sylv to the corner and then spank me. After, she would pull up my pants and underwear and have me face the corner before doing the same to him. Though I was sure my Mom had only considered the latter option, I was still glad she had decided against it. It was bad enough when Sylv could hear my spanking from another room. It would have been humiliating to have him in the same room as I got spanked, even if he was facing the corner and waiting for his own spanking the whole time.
Aside from relief, there was a strange sense of irony. I had just been introduced to the topic of "maintenance spankings" from someone completely different. What were the odds that my Mother was now approaching the exact same topic? My whole life, the only spankings I had received from my Mother were as an immediate form of punishment. And yet here I was. It would have been laughable had the situation been different.
"Okay," my Mom said, finally ready to start the spanking, "Since this isn't a real spanking, I'm not using the belt. At all, okay? I might send you to get the hairbrush, too. I haven't decided. Other than that, this is just like a normal spanking. I'm going to spank until I think I've gotten my point across and you're going to stay over my lap and take the spanking until I'm done. Do you understand?" I nodded, which earned me another smack with the spoon. I yelped and grabbed onto her leg tighter, somehow surprised by the spank, even as I was anticipating a spanking.
"Do. You. Understand?" My Mom spanked between each word, something she rarely did. She paused to wait for my reply. I caught my breath and answered, "Yes, Mom". I waited for her next question. For a moment she was quiet, and then she said, "Good. And do you understand why I'm spanking you?" Once again, I nodded. Catching myself, I quickly said out loud, "I do! Yes, Mama. It's so I... um... behave. And stop having an attitude." I flinched as she spanked me two more times with the wooden spoon. "Not exactly," she told me, "I need to see a shift in attitude, not a loss of attitude. You've heard the expression, 'too big for your breeches?'"
Her question caught me off guard at first. The last thing I had been expecting during a spanking was such an... American quote from my British Mother. I've always noted that my Mom's accent seems to come out more during spankings, or whenever she's correcting or scolding us in any way. It's like she consciously filters her accent, but stops doing so when she's focused on something else. Maybe it was a joke. Maybe she was ironically using an American term. The thought irritated me a little bit. I found no humor in me receiving a spanking. Still, knowing that I was in too vulnerable of a position to argue, I answered, "Yes, Mom".
"Well..." She said, spanking me a few times, "That's what happened. Apparently you and Sylv forgot that you do not own this house, since I wasn't here to remind you. And since you've gotten 'too big for your breeches', I thought that taking them off for a spanking would be a good reminder". Even as she spanked me more I found myself rolling my eyes at her continuous use of that dumb phrase. It was strange, to be receiving a spanking that wasn't entirely a punishment. It was more... informal. She was cracking jokes. Bad jokes, but jokes nonetheless. I contemplated telling her that her jokes were dumb, but decided that it wasn't in my best interest to make her angry while I was over her lap. But as if she could sense me rolling me eyes, she suddenly started spanking me harder. Though I didn't notice at the time, I must have started squirming and flinching with each smack around this point, because she placed her free hand on my lower back to keep me in place more firmly.
Her joking mood seemed to go away as the spanking really started to pick up. Even though the wooden spoon was smaller and lighter than the hairbrush my Mom usually uses for spankings, it seemed to hurt just as much. Each smack only covered a small area, but the sting from each spank seemed to linger into the next. And she was going much faster than usual. The wooden spoon was bouncing between my butt, thighs, and sit spots with no real pattern. I could never anticipate where the next spank would land, so I couldn't brace myself for it. This made it hard to hold still when she landed a particularly hard smack on the middle of my thigh. After she spanked the same spot on my thigh three times in a row, my hand flew back, trying to block another blow.
My Mom paused, probably trying to decide what she was going to do next. It's rare for me to reach back during a spanking. Usually I only do it if I'm being spanked with a belt. When I do that, my Mom usually holds my hand open and smacks it with the belt a few times. But she wasn't holding the belt now. I guess she could have just smacked my hand with the wooden spoon. But instead, she landed more than a dozen really hard spanks to my thighs. I grabbed onto her leg tightly as I tried to stop myself from reaching back again, and I finally started to actually cry.
"What happens when you reach back during a spanking?" I tried to slow down my breathing so I could respond. Thankfully, my Mom knew that I needed to catch my breath, and she stopped spanking me for a minute. She repeated her question, and I completely blanked. "Um...I... I get into more trouble." She hummed in agreement, spanking me a few times. "Yes. And you get spanked harder, don't you?" My tears picked up speed again, and I kept holding onto her leg as she started spanking me again. I didn't reach back again, but I was squirming more than I probably should have been. I could tell when I was moving too much, because my Mom would start spanking my thighs and sit-spots exclusively until I stopped struggling. This happened a few times before she stopped smacking me with the spoon. I stayed over her lap for a minute as I calmed down, assuming the spanking was over.
I was wrong. As soon as I had calmed down enough, my Mom helped me stand up. My leggings and underwear had slipped off of my ankles during the spanking, which is always embarrassing since it means I was kicking at least a little bit. I leaned down to pull my clothes back on, but my Mom stopped me. "Go and get the hairbrush, Lexi". I froze. The hairbrush? I thought the spanking was over. I thought that she was just using the wooden spoon. I pulled my shirt down as far as it would go as I said, "Mom, please, I'll be good. Please don't..." I trailed off as she met my eyes. She was getting upset. I was making it worse. My Mom raised her eyebrows at me, daring me to argue. Without another word, I turned and walked out of the room.
My Mom's hairbrush was in my bedroom. For most of the time we've had it, my brother and I haven't been allowed to touch it. But I tend to get spanked more than Sylv, so a few weeks ago, my Mom gave me the hairbrush, telling me to hold onto it. She said that she would expect me to bring it to her when I earned a spanking. It was more embarrassing than I had thought it would be. To carry the hairbrush to my Mom while I was naked from the waist down and anticipating a spanking bordered on humiliating.
Once in my bedroom, I considering locking my door and staying there. But I knew that it wouldn't help. I would still get spanked eventually, and when it happened, it would be a whole new spanking with the belt. So I forced myself to carry the hairbrush into my Mom's bedroom and hand it to her. She didn't say anything as she took it from me and pulled me over her lap again. My Mom didn't say anything as she tapped the hairbrush against my butt a few times. I knew what she was doing. She's always told me that the anticipation of the spanking is half of the punishment. She was making me wait and think about the position I was in.
Finally, she said, "When you first came into the bedroom and realized you were going to get a spanking you didn't come over when I told you to. I told you that needed to take the spanking until it was over, and you still tried to reach back. And even after you had already gotten spanked, you tried to argue when I told you to go and get the hairbrush. All of this shows me that the spanking you just got clearly didn’t reach you. So let's make sure this one does, yeah?" I nodded, not sure if that actually required an answer. Instead of insisting that I respond verbally, my Mom continued, "Your spanking would be over right now if you had followed directions. You bring it on yourself, Lexi".
Since I was already sore from the first part of the spanking, I started crying almost immediately. At first I tried to hide that I was crying by covering my mouth, but eventually I dropped my hand and just cried openly as my Mom spanked. I was still holding onto her leg, but now it was more like I was hugging it rather tha
I haven't gotten a "real" spanking from my Mom for a while. But on Sunday I was in the living room, playing some game with my brother (Who is 15, and I’ll call Sylv for the sake of this story) and our dog (Raider). It wasn't anything too loud or annoying, especially since we were alone in the living room. I would tap the dog, and then when he turned around to look at me, my brother would do the same. Eventually, our Husky would get excited and jump on one of us, and we'd wrestle with him.
At some point, my Mom came out of her bedroom to watch us. She was leaning against the wall in the hallway. Even though I wasn't paying much attention to her, since I had no reason to believe I was in trouble, I had made a mental note that she was watching us. She didn't look upset at all. She never told us to stop messing with the dog, or to quiet down. She was actually smiling as she watched us play, and she didn't say anything until my brother and I had both stopped messing with the dog, and were sitting on the couch.
She spoke to Sylv first. He was told to take the dog for a run to the park. I thought that this was a little strange, since both Sylv and I had already taken our dog for a run that day. But since he's a hyper husky, I decided that it made sense that she would want Raider to go outside. The little bit of snow that was still on the ground was melting quickly, and I thought that she just wanted him to be able to play in it as much as possible before that happened. Sylv whined a little bit, but he was walking out the door pretty quickly.
My Mom went back into her bedroom as soon as Sylv and Raider left. At this point, I went back to my bedroom, not thinking much of the exchange. It was probably only about five minutes later that my Mom called me into her bedroom. I didn't even stop to think that I was maybe about to be spanked. I assumed that she would just want me to do a chore, or get something from her car. I walked into her room, but paused when I saw where she was sitting on the bed. It was the same spot that she sits to put us over her lap for spankings. My eyes flew from her face to the wooden spoon that was next to her on the bed. I started to back towards the door.
"Come here, Lexi". I stopped backing away but made no effort to move closer. I shook my head, asking, "What did I do?" She sighed leaning back a little bit as she looked at me. "Just come here, please. You already know that I wouldn't spank you without explaining why first. So I need you to follow directions, please." For a second I stayed in place, rocking on my feet a little bit as I tried to decide how I was going to respond. Could I make it out of her bedroom and to my own room before she caught up? I would have to make it through the bathroom and down the hallway. Was there even any point? I would have to leave my bedroom eventually, and the spanking would be much worse if I tried to run. Still, the idea of getting spanked later rather than immediately was tempting. I glanced at the door behind me again, and my Mom's voice hardened immediately as she realized what I was thinking.
"Alexis, don't you dare. Come here right now". Shoot. Shoot, shoot, shoot! I slowly turned my head back to her and finally began to walk towards her. My Mom watched me approach, and then grabbed my wrist to pull me closer once I was within her reach. "Good choice," she told me. Looking up at my face, she told me to stop biting my lip before I made it bleed. As soon as I stopped, she continued, "You're not in trouble, okay? That's not what this is about." I stayed quiet, wanting her to get to the point. I was confused. All of the signs suggested I was about to get spanked. But what sense did that make if I wasn't in trouble. With how confused I was, silence seemed like my best option.
Once my Mom realized that I wasn't going to respond, she repeated, "Okay?" I nodded, frustrated that she still expected me to agree before she even explained to me why I was about to be spanked if I hadn't done anything wrong.
"Alright, baby. So here's what's happening. Things have been different since I got back from Spain, haven't they?" Oh. Spain. Though I was still confused, some pieces began to fall into place. My Mom had unexpectedly had to leave for several weeks to visit her Father in Spain after he had been gotten sick. While she was gone, my brother and I had drastically changed how we behaved. We waited until the last minute to do our chores, we made a bunch of our own food for dinner rather than eating the healthier options that our Dad prepared, and we had even come up with new rules since the house was "ours". Though our Dad generally avoids confrontation and hadn't said anything to Sylv and I about our behavior, I figured he must have told our Mom. Maybe she was mad at us for it. Maybe this spanking was a punishment for collective misbehavior while she was away.
But that hadn't been her question. She had asked me if I had noticed that things were different since she came home from Spain. Though I hadn't realized it before, there was a notably different rhythm and atmosphere to the energy in our house. I couldn't quite place it, but I could feel it. I think we all could. When I once again didn't answer, my Mom swatted my thigh once, her grip on my wrist keeping me from pulling away. "You need to start answering when I ask you questions." I nodded, deciding that "Yes, Mom" was the best thing to say.
Seeing the look on my face, my Mom clarified, "You and Sylv have gotten quite a bit more... aggressive, since I've gotten back. Haven't you?" I shrugged, though I knew she was right. She squeezed my wrist at my silent response. It didn't hurt at all, but it was enough to let me know that it was a warning.
"You know what I'm talking about." Her prompting was getting a little more firm now, demanding a real answer from me. "Not doing things when you're told, arguing, being rude in general for absolutely no reason. That's been happening a lot since I got back. Hasn't it?" No longer able to meet her eyes, I looked away and nodded. Not okay with this, my Mom grabbed my chin gently, bringing my eyes back to hers. "Hasn't it?" She asked again. All I could do was sigh and say, "Yes, Mom."
Despite agreeing that all of those things had been happening, I still didn't know exactly what her point was. She hadn't spanked me for any of these things, and spankings were almost always given on the spot when we misbehaved at home. And even if there was a situation where we couldn't be spanked right away, she would still lean down and quietly tell us that we had earned a spanking. It just didn't make sense that she had waited so long to suddenly decide to punish me for these things.
Before I could point any of this out, her hands were at my waist, pulling my leggings down. I tried to back up, but she put one hand on my lower back to keep me from moving away. My underwear was pulled down a little bit with my leggings, but they only slid a few inches out of place. My Mom pulled me over her lap, and before she even started spanking I was already pleading with her to stop. "Mom, please don't. I don't want a spanking."
Wow. I was trying to form an argument to get out of a spanking, and that was the best I could up with? It sounded pathetic and childish, even to me. My Mom rubbed my back for a second. "I know you don't, Lexi. That's the whole point of a spanking, isn't it?" I didn't answer, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what I could say to get out of this.
After a few seconds of neither of us speaking, I reached back to try and fix my underwear. My Mom batted my hand away and told me not to bother as she pulled my underwear down, too. I reached down to hold onto her leg, trying one last time to get out of the spanking I knew was coming. My nervousness was growing, and the argument I came up with was even more childish than my first. All I did was cry, "No, Mama!" She smacked my sit-spots with her hand a few times. I whimpered, even though it hadn't really hurt that much. The smacks had just surprised me. After spanking me with her hand a few more times, she stopped, and said, "Don't you 'no, Mama' me, little girl." She spanked me with her hand a couple more times before asking, "Are you ready to be quiet and listen, or should I keep going?"
Finally, I gave in, letting myself hang over her lap as I went quiet. There was silence between us for a few seconds, and I wondered if she actually expected an answer. Before I could verbally tell her that I was going to listen, she smacked my thigh one more time and said, "Good. Now here is what is going to happen. You are going to get spanked. It's not necessarily a punishment. None of the small things that you've done have warranted a real spanking. But they're adding up very, very quickly, Alexis. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
Thankfully, my nod was enough of an answer for my Mom. "If there isn't a shift in your attitude very, very soon, I can guarantee you will do something that earns you a real spanking. And I don't mean with a hairbrush or spoon, little girl. I mean you will be bending over your bed for some smacks from my belt."
Usually, spankings were with her wooden hairbrush. It was a flat, square shape that she had basically bought specifically for spanking us with. But she had recently told us that spankings from now on would be more severe, with her hairbrush being used as a warm-up followed by smacks with a belt. I hadn't really taken her threat seriously. Now I was realizing that she had meant it.
Still, she kept talking. It was awkward, laying over her lap like this as she spoke to me. Maybe even worse than when she would yank down my pants and lecture me as I stood in front of her.
"Just so I am very clear," She picked up the wooden spoon and tapped it against my butt. I flinched each time, not exactly sure of when she would land the first real spank. "This is not a punishment spanking. That's why I am not using the belt, or even the hairbrush. Consider it... preventative measures. And it's not just you. Sylv will be getting one, too. I considered spanking you both at the same time, like I used to. It would definitely be more convenient for me. But I don't want to embarrass you. That's the only reason I decided against it. Okay, baby?"
I nodded again, even though I wasn't really paying attention. I was focused on two things. The first was my overwhelming relief at not getting spanked in front of Sylv. When we were really little we would have our pants and underwear pulled down right in front of each other, and we would see each other get spanked (which still happens when my sister and I get spanked together). As I got older, my Mom would send Sylv to the corner and then spank me. After, she would pull up my pants and underwear and have me face the corner before doing the same to him. Though I was sure my Mom had only considered the latter option, I was still glad she had decided against it. It was bad enough when Sylv could hear my spanking from another room. It would have been humiliating to have him in the same room as I got spanked, even if he was facing the corner and waiting for his own spanking the whole time.
Aside from relief, there was a strange sense of irony. I had just been introduced to the topic of "maintenance spankings" from someone completely different. What were the odds that my Mother was now approaching the exact same topic? My whole life, the only spankings I had received from my Mother were as an immediate form of punishment. And yet here I was. It would have been laughable had the situation been different.
"Okay," my Mom said, finally ready to start the spanking, "Since this isn't a real spanking, I'm not using the belt. At all, okay? I might send you to get the hairbrush, too. I haven't decided. Other than that, this is just like a normal spanking. I'm going to spank until I think I've gotten my point across and you're going to stay over my lap and take the spanking until I'm done. Do you understand?" I nodded, which earned me another smack with the spoon. I yelped and grabbed onto her leg tighter, somehow surprised by the spank, even as I was anticipating a spanking.
"Do. You. Understand?" My Mom spanked between each word, something she rarely did. She paused to wait for my reply. I caught my breath and answered, "Yes, Mom". I waited for her next question. For a moment she was quiet, and then she said, "Good. And do you understand why I'm spanking you?" Once again, I nodded. Catching myself, I quickly said out loud, "I do! Yes, Mama. It's so I... um... behave. And stop having an attitude." I flinched as she spanked me two more times with the wooden spoon. "Not exactly," she told me, "I need to see a shift in attitude, not a loss of attitude. You've heard the expression, 'too big for your breeches?'"
Her question caught me off guard at first. The last thing I had been expecting during a spanking was such an... American quote from my British Mother. I've always noted that my Mom's accent seems to come out more during spankings, or whenever she's correcting or scolding us in any way. It's like she consciously filters her accent, but stops doing so when she's focused on something else. Maybe it was a joke. Maybe she was ironically using an American term. The thought irritated me a little bit. I found no humor in me receiving a spanking. Still, knowing that I was in too vulnerable of a position to argue, I answered, "Yes, Mom".
"Well..." She said, spanking me a few times, "That's what happened. Apparently you and Sylv forgot that you do not own this house, since I wasn't here to remind you. And since you've gotten 'too big for your breeches', I thought that taking them off for a spanking would be a good reminder". Even as she spanked me more I found myself rolling my eyes at her continuous use of that dumb phrase. It was strange, to be receiving a spanking that wasn't entirely a punishment. It was more... informal. She was cracking jokes. Bad jokes, but jokes nonetheless. I contemplated telling her that her jokes were dumb, but decided that it wasn't in my best interest to make her angry while I was over her lap. But as if she could sense me rolling me eyes, she suddenly started spanking me harder. Though I didn't notice at the time, I must have started squirming and flinching with each smack around this point, because she placed her free hand on my lower back to keep me in place more firmly.
Her joking mood seemed to go away as the spanking really started to pick up. Even though the wooden spoon was smaller and lighter than the hairbrush my Mom usually uses for spankings, it seemed to hurt just as much. Each smack only covered a small area, but the sting from each spank seemed to linger into the next. And she was going much faster than usual. The wooden spoon was bouncing between my butt, thighs, and sit spots with no real pattern. I could never anticipate where the next spank would land, so I couldn't brace myself for it. This made it hard to hold still when she landed a particularly hard smack on the middle of my thigh. After she spanked the same spot on my thigh three times in a row, my hand flew back, trying to block another blow.
My Mom paused, probably trying to decide what she was going to do next. It's rare for me to reach back during a spanking. Usually I only do it if I'm being spanked with a belt. When I do that, my Mom usually holds my hand open and smacks it with the belt a few times. But she wasn't holding the belt now. I guess she could have just smacked my hand with the wooden spoon. But instead, she landed more than a dozen really hard spanks to my thighs. I grabbed onto her leg tightly as I tried to stop myself from reaching back again, and I finally started to actually cry.
"What happens when you reach back during a spanking?" I tried to slow down my breathing so I could respond. Thankfully, my Mom knew that I needed to catch my breath, and she stopped spanking me for a minute. She repeated her question, and I completely blanked. "Um...I... I get into more trouble." She hummed in agreement, spanking me a few times. "Yes. And you get spanked harder, don't you?" My tears picked up speed again, and I kept holding onto her leg as she started spanking me again. I didn't reach back again, but I was squirming more than I probably should have been. I could tell when I was moving too much, because my Mom would start spanking my thighs and sit-spots exclusively until I stopped struggling. This happened a few times before she stopped smacking me with the spoon. I stayed over her lap for a minute as I calmed down, assuming the spanking was over.
I was wrong. As soon as I had calmed down enough, my Mom helped me stand up. My leggings and underwear had slipped off of my ankles during the spanking, which is always embarrassing since it means I was kicking at least a little bit. I leaned down to pull my clothes back on, but my Mom stopped me. "Go and get the hairbrush, Lexi". I froze. The hairbrush? I thought the spanking was over. I thought that she was just using the wooden spoon. I pulled my shirt down as far as it would go as I said, "Mom, please, I'll be good. Please don't..." I trailed off as she met my eyes. She was getting upset. I was making it worse. My Mom raised her eyebrows at me, daring me to argue. Without another word, I turned and walked out of the room.
My Mom's hairbrush was in my bedroom. For most of the time we've had it, my brother and I haven't been allowed to touch it. But I tend to get spanked more than Sylv, so a few weeks ago, my Mom gave me the hairbrush, telling me to hold onto it. She said that she would expect me to bring it to her when I earned a spanking. It was more embarrassing than I had thought it would be. To carry the hairbrush to my Mom while I was naked from the waist down and anticipating a spanking bordered on humiliating.
Once in my bedroom, I considering locking my door and staying there. But I knew that it wouldn't help. I would still get spanked eventually, and when it happened, it would be a whole new spanking with the belt. So I forced myself to carry the hairbrush into my Mom's bedroom and hand it to her. She didn't say anything as she took it from me and pulled me over her lap again. My Mom didn't say anything as she tapped the hairbrush against my butt a few times. I knew what she was doing. She's always told me that the anticipation of the spanking is half of the punishment. She was making me wait and think about the position I was in.
Finally, she said, "When you first came into the bedroom and realized you were going to get a spanking you didn't come over when I told you to. I told you that needed to take the spanking until it was over, and you still tried to reach back. And even after you had already gotten spanked, you tried to argue when I told you to go and get the hairbrush. All of this shows me that the spanking you just got clearly didn’t reach you. So let's make sure this one does, yeah?" I nodded, not sure if that actually required an answer. Instead of insisting that I respond verbally, my Mom continued, "Your spanking would be over right now if you had followed directions. You bring it on yourself, Lexi".
Since I was already sore from the first part of the spanking, I started crying almost immediately. At first I tried to hide that I was crying by covering my mouth, but eventually I dropped my hand and just cried openly as my Mom spanked. I was still holding onto her leg, but now it was more like I was hugging it rather tha
