Am I Getting Spanked?

 

There I sat on Mama's porch step waiting for her return. I knew deep down that I had really done it this time. She would soon be back from dropping Lorna off at a friend’s house. The house would be empty, completely, and utterly empty. There was no way I was getting out of this one. Since the moment of my fit, I saw the plotting behind her eyes. I had embarrassed her for the last time. My attitude was going to change and it was going to change as soon as Mama returned. I shuttered as I thought about what she might have in store for my naughty disrespectful bottom. I could see the car in the distance. The closer the car got the more nervous I was becoming. Mama pulled into the laneway, parked the car, and headed for the stairs. Somewhere, I found the smallest amount of courage to speak.


"Mama? Am I getting spanked?"


She looked at me with a shocked, 'are you really asking me that' question. I answered my own question.


"Now?"


"In the house, Sunshine," Mama ordered.


I scrambled to my feet and entered the house first. Mama trailed in behind me. I stood wringing my hands in the middle of the living room waiting for some kind of instruction.


"Sunshine! You can stop that right now."


My hands immediately found their place at my sides. But as fast as they found their proper place they were returned to wringing.


"Sunshine, why are you doing that again?"


"Cause, I'm nervous," I confessed.


"I don't care if you are nervous. You know where they are supposed to be."


"Yes, Ma'am," I returned my hands to me side. 


"If I have to tell you again, I'll strap your hands."


"Please, don't Mama," I pleaded.


"Then prove to me that I don't need to."


My hands found my sides where they would be forced to remain during yet another lecture. There they soon remembered what it was like to stand at attention. My stomach flip-flopped as I watched Mama trying to turn her rage into a controlled discipline session. I had disrespected Mama and embarrassed her in front of all her friends. I knew I was in for one hell of a lesson in respect and who was in charge. I couldn't take the silence anymore.


"I am sorry, Mama."


"I'm tired of the constant public disrespect!"


"I didn't mean to," I answered. 

"Well for not meaning to you seem to do it all the time. This WILL BE the last time. Now bare your bottom!"


Too afraid to worsen my punishment I immediately obeyed the order. Within seconds I stood bare like a naughty little six-year-old in front of my Mama. The butterflies that had been growing since Mama told me that Lorna was going to a sleepover, now were complete knots.


"Mama, I love you."


"And I love you but you are still getting a spanking so stop trying to charm your way out of it. Now into your bedroom."


I almost could have cried at that order alone. Being sent to the bedroom for punishment meant no skin-to-skin contact; no over the knee; something I always longed for. I found myself placed over the side of the bed once again with my poor naked defenseless bottom on display. I had no idea what was coming but I was sure I wasn't going to like it. Before I had time to recognize the SWOOSH sound Mama's belt landed biting into my very being. The force pushed my body forward; my hands landed over my stinging bottom; and my feet found themselves over my hands, a farther mistake on top of one huge mistake. Mama was not happy nor was she playing.


"PUT YOUR FEET DOWN!" Mama ordered.


My feet found the floor quickly but my hands stayed where they were.


"MOVE YOUR HANDS, SUNSHINE!"


"Please, Mommy I don't need this. I said I was sorry," I cried.


"Sorry isn't good enough. You are going to be punished for your behaviour this week. You embarrassed me as well as disrespected me. How do you think that made me feel?"

"Not good, Mama."

"You are going to be punished. Now move your hands."


I swear my heart skipped a beat as I forced myself to place my hands back where they belonged. With a fast SWOOSH, a second lick landed across my tender flesh. This time instead of my hands finding my bottom, my bottom found the floor. I wasn't going to take this spanking without a fight. I really can't explain the inner workings of my mind. My refusal to submit at this point wasn't because I felt I didn't deserve it or that Mama was being unfair. Sometimes I just get stubborn. Something Mama knew all too well how to deal with.

"Sunshine, I'm not going to fight with you. You know you deserve this. You know this will happen one way or another. Your behaviour so far this week has been uncalled for, cruel, and just plain mean. I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. You know better. And you are grounded the rest of the week."


"But, Mama."


"But Mama nothing! And Sunshine!"


"Yes, Ma'am."


"You can stay in this room until you are ready to submit to your punishment."


"No, Mama."


"I am NOT going to wrestle with you. You know I am disappointed in you. You know I love you no matter what. But you will not defy me."


Mama exited the bedroom closing the door behind her. My heart broke tears of shame started rolling down my cheeks. Again, I was a disappointment to Mama, something I never wanted to be. I heard Mama starting the dishes as I cried my guilty broken heart away. But I still was not ready to admit that Mama knew what was best. You see I was mad at her a little bit. I didn't want to go to the party but she made me. You see after all it was Mama's fault, she put me in the position. Right? Just as soon as I thought about blaming Mama my heart ripped farther open with guilt. I'm not four! I should have been able to control myself. OH! NO! Mama is right and I just made things worst by refusing to listen. Quietly without a speck of attitude, I cracked the door open a hair, and then an inch, and then a little more. Mama was standing at the sink with her back to me. I took a deep breath and meekly spoke.


"Mommy?"


"Yes, little girl," Mama responded.


"I'm ready to listen now, Mama."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, Ma'am."


"Then back into the bedroom and wait for me," Mama ordered.


"I don't like being sent to the bedroom."


"GO!"

Defeated I returned to the bedroom to wait. I did really hate being sent to my room or left there till I decided to listen. Mama sure knew how to use this tool against me. Alone with nothing to do but think about my wrongdoings, my refusal to admit it, and my doom to come. After what seemed like a dogs’ age, I finally heard the sink emptying. I felt my heart jump a beat as I waited for Mama's footsteps to get closer and closer and closer. The door opened and there was Mama holding the belt once again.


"I will not give you another chance to listen, Sunshine. So, you better be good and ready or you'll be listening to the paddle instead."


"I promise, Mama," I meant it. 


"Then into position."


Obediently and very submissively I placed myself over the bed. Over the bed just like Mama had placed me about twenty minutes before. It wasn't long before the house was filled with the constant SWOOSH of the belt, followed by a cry of pain as it landed across my bottom. Lick after lick landed as Mama taught me yet again what happens to disrespectful little girls. My bottom now red and raw was coming to the end of its pain threshold. I soon found it harder to maintain my position. In front of me was a pool of guilty tears that escaped so freely for once in my life. I felt Mama slowing as I started sliding off the bed a little. A girl can only concentrate on so many things when her bare bottom is being lit on fire. I knew why she was slowing. I readjusted myself back on the bed tears still flowing.


"I'm sorry Mama. I wasn't trying to move."


"I don't want to have this conversation again this week."

"We won't," I assured her. 

Crack!! The belt landed again taking me by surprise.

"We better not because next time it will be the paddle. Have I made myself clear?"

Mama followed her question with a series of fast and furious strokes. Each additional lick that landed made my cry out farther. The house was soon filled with:

"Yes, Ma'am.....Mama, I promise.......Mommy, please stop.....I'll be good"

Anything to get her to stop. Something I knew she wouldn't do until I was silent and the begging stopped. I forced myself to quiet down and accept this final assault to my bottom. Finally, the rain of stingy lashes stopped.

"I think I have now made myself clear."

"Yes, Mama. I sorry I was mean," I apologized.


"You need to start thinking before acting."


"Yes, Ma'am."


There was an awkward silence as I thought about how to word the next question. I was still in position and really didn't want to feel the belt again so soon.

"Mama?"


"Yes, Sunshine?"

"Am I really grounded the rest of the week?"

"What do you think?"

"I guess so," I answered.


"You guess so?"

"Okay I know so!.......Mama?"

"Yes?"


"Do you still love me?"

"How could I not love you?"

"I don't know? Cause you spanked me?"

"Sunshine, you know I spank you because I love you."


"I guess?"

"Would you rather I not care what you did," Mama questioned?

"No, Ma'am."


"Would you rather I not spank you?"


"No!!!...... I don't feel good when I don't get spanked."


"Well, then don't ask that question again."


"Mama???"


"Sunshine??"


"Can I have a cuddle?"

"Of course, you can have a cuddle."


Seconds later I was safe and loved in Mama's arms. I hoped we could stay this way for the rest of the night. Knowing that it wasn't possible I tried to hold onto every second Mama allowed me to have.


"Mama?"

"Yes, Babygirl."


"Please, don't make me go to bed!?"


"Sunshine! You are going to bed. And why is that?"

"Cause I had to be punished."


"And where do well punished little girls belong?"


"In bed..."

Mama forced me out of her embrace and firmly placed me in bed. Tucking me in, she allowed me one brief kiss.

"I don't want to go to bed, Mama."

"You are going to bed!"


Mama kissed my forehead one final time and exited the room. There I was left to ponder my tender bottom. As I laid there thinking about how I was going to be a good girl I couldn't help but feel like Mama really didn't want me in bed already. It was so rare that we ever had the house to ourselves in the summertime. An hour had passed since I was placed into bed for reflection time. I did truly reflect on things and came up with a plan to help me control my temper in public. I knew Mama wouldn't be mad if I got up this one time. Quietly, I climbed out of bed and headed to the door. Timidly I poked my head around the door frame so I could see Mama in the living room. For the second time that night, my meek self came out.


"Mama?"


"Come here to me, Sunshine"

Crying I ran to her, flopping myself beside her, I lowered my head into her lap.

"I'm sorry, Mama. I do love you."


A quiet and gentle shhhh is all I received as mama stroked my tears away.