I Mothers Spanking Daughters
How to become a non-smoker in fifteen minutes.-
Some people try very hard to stop smoking, and they fail miserably. I may be one of the few examples where the entire process of quitting tobacco consumption altogether took less than 15 minutes; I feel it might be helpful to report on this, to encourage others.
(Prelude.-) I was caught smoking by my mother when I was a sixteen-year-old girl. I had taken the dog for a walk about the lake, and I was on my own. I had practiced smoking cigarrettes for some time because I wanted to impress some peer group guys at school and I tried hard to get the smoke into my lungs without coughing. So I was having a cigarrette, between my lips, when it started to rain. My mom, always concerned for my health, showed up with my rain coat, catching me in the act. I was speechless. I just stared at her. She said nothing. She grabbed my bag and found a near-empty pack of Marlboro cigarrettes, and a lighter. There was no point in denying anything.
(First five minutes of smoking cessation.-) One hour later I stood at attention in our living-room, as my mother sat in her chair. I removed my blue skirt, took of my shoes and socks and pulled my knickers down to my knees, leaving only my undershirt on. My baring from the waist down implied a very hard spanking. Her lecture was short, she explained to me that I would be going to experience a very serious and painful punishment. Not only had I deeply disappointed her, but I had also damaged my young body for the stupidest of reasons.
(Next three minutes.-) I had been under the paddle before, but this time it was on another level. She spanked my bottom cheeks, and my upper thighs, at a very brisk pace, smack after smack, very fast and hard. I had always been a good dancer under the paddle but this time I kicked and screamed like there is no tomorrow. I really went trough the roof. My knickers must have swirled through the air, landing on the sofa at the opposite side of the room. I was unable to beg her to stop, I was just blubbering with a gargling sound and howling in a very high pitch. Her paddle went on my naked bottom, smack after smack, left, right, center, again and again. I was only saliva and snot and tears.
(Last five minutes.-) I was doing nose'n'toes, and it was more difficult than ever to press the coin to the wall with my nose, still crying and tempted to dance and hop with my bare feet. When nose time was over I made it through the room, fetching my knickers, and off I went to my bedroom. I was so contrite and ashamed.
This method of helping a girl quit smoking is thorough and extremely successful, as I have never smoked again in my life. The pain was immense, and I had difficulties to sleep the following night. The scarlet color of my thighs and bottom cheeks lasted for a week, but it was well worth the price, because cigarrettes will never again threaten my health, or my life.
Some people try very hard to stop smoking, and they fail miserably. I may be one of the few examples where the entire process of quitting tobacco consumption altogether took less than 15 minutes; I feel it might be helpful to report on this, to encourage others.
(Prelude.-) I was caught smoking by my mother when I was a sixteen-year-old girl. I had taken the dog for a walk about the lake, and I was on my own. I had practiced smoking cigarrettes for some time because I wanted to impress some peer group guys at school and I tried hard to get the smoke into my lungs without coughing. So I was having a cigarrette, between my lips, when it started to rain. My mom, always concerned for my health, showed up with my rain coat, catching me in the act. I was speechless. I just stared at her. She said nothing. She grabbed my bag and found a near-empty pack of Marlboro cigarrettes, and a lighter. There was no point in denying anything.
(First five minutes of smoking cessation.-) One hour later I stood at attention in our living-room, as my mother sat in her chair. I removed my blue skirt, took of my shoes and socks and pulled my knickers down to my knees, leaving only my undershirt on. My baring from the waist down implied a very hard spanking. Her lecture was short, she explained to me that I would be going to experience a very serious and painful punishment. Not only had I deeply disappointed her, but I had also damaged my young body for the stupidest of reasons.
(Next three minutes.-) I had been under the paddle before, but this time it was on another level. She spanked my bottom cheeks, and my upper thighs, at a very brisk pace, smack after smack, very fast and hard. I had always been a good dancer under the paddle but this time I kicked and screamed like there is no tomorrow. I really went trough the roof. My knickers must have swirled through the air, landing on the sofa at the opposite side of the room. I was unable to beg her to stop, I was just blubbering with a gargling sound and howling in a very high pitch. Her paddle went on my naked bottom, smack after smack, left, right, center, again and again. I was only saliva and snot and tears.
(Last five minutes.-) I was doing nose'n'toes, and it was more difficult than ever to press the coin to the wall with my nose, still crying and tempted to dance and hop with my bare feet. When nose time was over I made it through the room, fetching my knickers, and off I went to my bedroom. I was so contrite and ashamed.
This method of helping a girl quit smoking is thorough and extremely successful, as I have never smoked again in my life. The pain was immense, and I had difficulties to sleep the following night. The scarlet color of my thighs and bottom cheeks lasted for a week, but it was well worth the price, because cigarrettes will never again threaten my health, or my life.
