Camping With Mama

Sitting on the counter; looking at how empty the cabin looked with all the campers gone home I waited. It had been a relatively good week; campers that is. However, the weather and the power struggle between staff was something else altogether. Let’s start with the fact that I spent Thursday to a week Friday wet; I swear it rained every day. And every time something needed doing it was me and these other two staff that were always out in the rain helping. On top of all the rain and the stress with that, there was a major power struggle between the Kitchen Manager and Camp Director; which pretty much meant that there was constant stress among the campsite staff for no apparent reason. It felt like we were being pulled in two different directions.

So after nearly a week of this constant pulling, I had a complete freak-out. My morning started with not having the correct food for breakfast, so here I am in the rain hiking up to the Main House to get pancake mix and syrup. I ended up having to get it from yet another site. The campsite where my Mama was. It was eight in the morning and she already could see the temper flaring behind my eyes. I couldn’t hide it no matter how hard I tried to calm down on the way over. I was stressed.


“Come here, Sunny,” she said as she held open the side door to the building.


Of course, I obeyed. I know better not to.


“You need to take a step back, take a breath, and calm yourself down before you do something you are going to regret.”


“I’m fine.”


“Don’t give me that,” pulling me into a hug.


“I’m sorry.”


“Then do as you’re told and calm yourself down.”


“I will.”


“Before you get back to your site.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“I’m not going to warn you again, you understand.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


With that last snuggle, I headed back down to my site trying desperately to calm myself for the sake of the girls and for the sake of a good weekend in between camps. But it seemed that the day was going to end up going from bad to worse. It started raining again flooding my site, forcing me to move my girls to the Main House, the House of constant tension. Well, you can imagine my reaction to this. Can you say annoyed; one hundred percent annoyed. (Like I wasn’t angry enough, to begin with) This annoyed state was followed by the maintenance guy telling me that I wasn’t standing in ankle-deep water outside; the reason my site was flooding was due to the windows being open. I was ready to hit him in the face. I was not impressed at all. I allowed myself to get so angry so fast that I didn’t take the few seconds it would have taken to step back and calm myself down. Instead, I stormed out of the Main House down to my site and started beating the crap out of the walls of the building. Bad idea; really bad idea. Unannounced to me Mama had stolen time away from her site and was heading to me to see if I was okay. She arrived just as I was kicking the walls in. Well, you can guess what happened next. She swung the door open and stepped in.


“What exactly do you think you are doing, little girl?”


I froze in my very tracks. Every muscle, every breath, every thought stopped dead. I knew I was in serious trouble. I had broken the number one rule I had agreed to. Temper flares of any kind for any reason were not going to be tolerated. I wasn’t going to be the adult that turn to childish temper tantrums every time things get stressful.


“Throwing a temper tantrum,” is all I could mutter looking at the floor.


“As soon as all the campers leave Saturday your butt is mine. Corner! Now!”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“You can stay there till it’s time for the pool.”


With that, she left me to think about the position I had put myself into. Pressing my forehead against the wall I allowed all the anger and rage I had to dissipate away. All that was left was the embarrassment I had caused myself and the future embarrassment I was going to feel.



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Now here I am, sitting on the counter watching my doom ticking closer and closer; listening for every sound on the road. Praying it wasn’t Mama coming but deep down hoping it was. I’ve always hated waiting for punishment. I would rather have it done and over with. It always feels like an extra punishment waiting. It’s my worst nightmare. Finally, I heard the gravel on the road coming closer and closer. My heart jumped and I tried to force myself to take one last deep breath. The door opens.


“You can get your butt off that counter and out the back door, now.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“I am not impressed with your behaviour.”


“I know.”


“Belt and drop them.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“Over the picnic table, you go, right now.”


Obediently, I went over the table. Too afraid of what might happen if I refused. Very rarely have I ever seen Mama so upset with me that it radiated through her very veins. I was scared as I heard her raise her arm. I took a long deep breath holding it in waiting for the first stroke. When it finally came it came down hard; the long deep breath was exhaled in one long cry. Mama strapped me over and over and over again; until I was pleading for her to stop. But just like every other punishment spanking my many pleas fell on deaf ears. There was no way I was going to get out of the position I had got myself into. I knew at that moment the best thing I could do to save any amount of skin on my hot sore red bottom was to stop fighting the pain and just submit to it. I needed to allow myself to accept every stroke of the punishment I so childishly earned and deserved. I allowed each stroke to melt away my guilt and just maybe melt away the disappointment Mama was feeling in her very soul. With every stroke, my body jerked forward and I forced it back into position praying for the spanking to end. Hoping that if I submitted one hundred percent there might be a slim chance that Mama would decide to end the spanking early. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt the spanks becoming softer and fewer. I started to try and breathe normally again through my tears. They weren’t really tears of physical pain more emotional pain. I hate when people are disappointed in me it is worse than them being mad at me. At least anger usually has an open reaction; disappointment can just be a look. It crushes my heart every time.


“Come here to Mama, Sunny,” she said pulling me into her open forgiving arms.


“I’m sorry,” came through my tear-soaked voice.


“I know you are. You’ve been behaving like this because you’re overtired. Am I right?”


“I guess so.”


“Sunny?”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“You’re going to take a nap till we’re ready to go into town.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“And tonight you are going to bed by eleven.”


"But…”


“And you can expect another spanking before bed.”


”Yes, Ma’am.”


“And you better behave when we are in town if you know what’s good for you.”


“I will. I promise.”


“Off to the tent, you go then. I’ll come to get you when we are ready.”


‘Yes, Ma’am.”


As I climbed into the tent and into my sleeping bag with my hot red bottom, I felt safe; sore but safe. Even though I knew that the reins were going to be very tight on me for the next while I still felt safe, loved, wanted, and home. I felt at home in Mama’s arms even if it was for discipline at times. Deep down I knew I deserved and longed for the discipline she was always willing to give. To hold me accountable for my childish actions that never were corrected as a child. I dosed into a nice warm sleep thinking of the upcoming spanking she had promised me before bed that night. I hoped my already hot red sore bottom would allow me to submit to the end of my well-deserved punishment.

A Christmas Production

As I have stated many times before, I was really involved in my high school theatre productions. I was in charge of the props you see. Which meant most times I had Miss’s keys to the props room. In my second to last year of high school, my drama class put on a Christmas Production. Again, I was in charge of the props. After jumping through many hoops, we were allowed to have a real (but non-firing) BB gun in our props collection. There was one major condition. The BB gun was to be locked in the props room at all times except rehearsal. Me being props keeper, locking the props room was my responsibility. It shouldn't have been that hard right??

 

Two weeks before show time I was summoned to Miss’s classroom. I couldn't figure out what I could have done wrong. I had all my schoolwork completed on time. I had been in every class. I didn't understand why Miss summoned me during lunch. I knew what a meeting at lunch meant. I just couldn't figure out what I had done to earn myself a spanking. Miss was waiting for me at the door as I turned the corner. I could tell she wasn't impressed with me.

 

"Get in the studio."

 

"Yes, Miss," Miss followed me spanking me along the way, "What did I do, Miss?"

 

"Do you want to tell me what this is?"

 

"Oh, shit!"

 

"Oh, shit is right!"

 

"It's the BB gun," I admitted!

 

"The BB gun that you swore to me you would lock up every night."

 

"Crap."

 

"You swore you could be trusted with this responsibility."

 

"I'm sorry," I stammered out guiltily.  

"No, sorry isn't going to cut it. You are about to learn a hard lesson in responsibility over my knee."

 

"Why are you so mad at me?"

 

"Because Mr Pfeiffer just returned this to me."

 

"Mr Pfeiffer?"

 

"And where did he get it from, Sunshine?"

 

"I don't know, Miss."

 

"From the hands of our now suspended lead actor!"

 

"Suspended?"

 

"Yes, suspended! James thought it appropriate to walk around the school with this gun."

 

"That's not my fault," I tried to reason with. 

 

"Why was it out of the props room?"

 

"Because I forgot to shut up the props room last night."

 

"Is it still not your fault?"

 

"No, Miss."

 

"You are going to learn what happens when you don't take your responsibilities seriously."

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"You're getting the hairbrush and it's going to be bare."

 

"Please, Miss?"

 

"Yes, Sunshine the hairbrush. Bare your bottom."

 

"Not bare?"

 

"If I have to do it for you it's going to be worst!"

 

"No; I'll do it but I didn't make him walk around the school with it."

 

"That's not the point and you know it."

 

Shifting from foot to foot I stood bare in front of my disciplinarian waiting for her to lower herself in the chair. I after all had no real argument to save me from this punishment. It was true that I should have made sure things were locked up the night before. It was just as true that it was my responsibility I had neglected. I was just in such a rush to get out of rehearsal I didn't think. I had the house to myself the night before and I wanted to take full advantage of every minute.

 

"Over my knee, now!"

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

This being our fourth year together I knew what was expected of me. I climbed obediently over Miss’s knee. Perfectly positioned just the way she liked my naughty bottom to be.

 

"I'm sorry, Miss."

 

"Two weeks before opening. I don't know who I'm more disappointed in. You or James?"

 

Crack! Crack! The hairbrush landed before I had a chance to form any kind of response. Hard and swift the hairbrush came down. Miss was spanking me harder than she had ever spanked me before. I was scared I was going to be bruised forever. I knew responsibility was a huge rule in Miss’s books. The crack of the hairbrush was only interrupted by my brief I'm sorry, ouches, and tears. I was soon begging for mercy.

 

"Please, Miss. I promise I'll be more responsible."

 

"Sunshine, you are grounded until after the play. Do you understand me?"

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"And if you ever leave that door unlocked again you will lose the right to have the keys."

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"That is after you get spanked twice as long and twice as hard with the paddle."

 

"Not the paddle," I sobbed.

 

"Do I make myself clear?"

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

"Get up and into the corner. After which we will discuss what you are and are not allowed to do for the next three weeks!"

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

In the corner, I found myself again. I hated when Miss grounded me. It was always worse than "regular grounding." Fifteen minutes I stood in the corner wondering what torturous grounding Miss had in mind this time.

 

"Sunshine?"

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

"I don't ever want to have to talk to you about this again."

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

"You're grounded, which means lunch hour in the corner. Lines every day until after the play."

 

"How many?"

 

"100 a day. I will be more responsible with my responsibilities."

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

"And you are restricted to your room. No computer except for homework. Am I understood?"

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

"If you break this grounding, you will be back over my knee again."

 

"I understand, Miss."

 

"It won't be the hairbrush."

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

"Now fix yourself up and get to class."

 

"I'm so sorry, Miss."

 

"I will see you at rehearsal."

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

Miss held open the door as I returned into the hallway a well-punished and balanced little girl.

 

"Thank you, Miss."

Bedtime Is Bedtime

Curled up in my bed with all the lights off in the house. I was so busy checking my Twitter feed on my phone I didn't notice that Mama had entered the bedroom. She was leaning over me before I looked up and realized I was in so much trouble.

"I'll take that!"


"How was work, Mama?"


"What part of bedtime is bedtime are you not understanding?"


"I am in bed."


"Okay, let me rephrase that question. What part of no computer, no iPod, and NO phone in bed do you not understand?"


"I won't do it again."


"We've talked about this before, haven't we?"


"Yes, Ma'am."


"What were you told?"


"That I'd be in trouble."


"What kind of trouble?"


"Big trouble."


"Sunshine?!"

"You said you'd spank me."

"How many times have we talked about this?"

"Too many."

"Out of that bed right now."

"Mama, no!"

"You are getting a spanking. One!"

"Okay, Mama," I said rolling my eyes.


"Watch your tone."

"I wasn't trying to have a tone."

"Over my knee!"


Obediently, I climbed over Mama's knee yet again. It was very true that we had this conversation over and over but this was the first time it was ending in a spanking. Mama always tried talking first. It was also true that the last time I was caught in bed with an electronic device Mama had promised me a spanking. Lastly, it was very true that I knew this when I climbed into bed with my phone that evening. I just didn't think I was going to get caught. I guess I was really wrong on a number of things that night.


Mama's firm hand connected with my bare bottom causing me to remember where I was. Spank after spank landed over and over again until my bottom was blazing. My apologies and my, ‘I'll never do it again,’ fell on very deaf ears. I was to receive every second of my 5-minute hand spanking; whether I did it with dignity was up to me. It wasn't long before Mama had a crying Little Girl on her hands. Finally, I was allowed to kneel in front of my disciplinarian feeling like I was six again.


"Now Little Girl. Get back into that bed."


"Yes, Mama."


"You're grounded until further notice."


"Yes, Ma'am."


Crying, sore, and bare-bottomed I stood and climbed into bed. Looking up at Mama, I couldn't help but feel both guilty and relieved that I was properly punished for my poor behaviour. Mama kissed my forehead as she always did after punishment.


"Good night, my now good girl."


"Good night, Mama."

I was again left alone in my darkroom to think about the good behaviour Mama always rewarded me for and what I needed to do to earn that reward.

Ken and Liz's House

It had been so very long since I had time to visit my best friend. We had attended college together and ended up in different cities after graduation. I was really excited as Mama drove me to the airport. Mama had to work and couldn't come with me. She warned me to be good while I was a guest in Ken's home. I assured her I'd try my very best. She assured me that there would be consequences if I didn't.

Ken, Victoria’s daddy had volunteered to pick me up at the airport. I settled nicely in Ken's spare room knowing their house rules about neat rooms I made sure I unpacked and put everything away neatly. Ken's wife Liz was impressed, my last visit I had trouble with this rule and Mama had to be called. Thank God that I got off with a firm chewing out by both Mama and Liz. I was determined to have an uneventful visit; well on the discipline side of things. Ken and Liz were well aware of my need for 'me' time. When I need 'me' time I need it now! If I don't get it attitude, meltdowns, and all kinds of punishable behaviours come out. They knew the signs and were always sure that I got my 'me' time when I visited.

The first week went off without a hitch. Victoria and I were both well-behaved. After all, we could have fun without breaking the rules. Week two was completely different. I found myself easily annoyed. I was upset that Victoria had to work a couple shifts that week; this was supposed to be our time. Ken had sensed that I was at my breaking point, I needed 'me' time. It was just Ken and I in the house. Both Liz and Victoria were working. I started being completely obnoxious. Ken lowered the paper he was reading to look at me.

 

"Why are you acting like a bored seven-year-old?"

 

"I'm not!"

 

"Stop!"

 

Ken went back to his reading. Seconds later his paper was lowered again.

 

"Sunshine!"

 

"I'm not doing anything."

 

"Sunshine, you are."

 

"Not!"

 

"Enough! Victoria will be home soon."

 

Mocking what Ken just said pushed the line a little farther.

 

"Okay! Enough! You need some alone time. Go to your room and balance yourself out."

 

"No!"

 

"One!"

 

I crossed my arms determined not to move.

 

"Two!"

 

I dug my heels in a little more, and Ken noticed.

 

"Sunshine? You really want to go down this road?"

 

Reverting back to being seven I jumped up off the couch. Waving my arms like an idiot I stormed off to my room, yelling about everything under the sun, a very mature moment which ended with me nearly taking the door off its hinges when I slammed it shut. To Ken's credit, he didn't immediately follow me but I knew he would eventually. Thirty minutes later my cell phone rang. Oh no, I thought when I saw Mama's number on the screen.

 

"Hi?” I said meekly.

 

"How dare you?"

 

I didn't have anything to say. Clearly, Ken had called her. If I said it didn't happen, I would be lying; if I admitted to it, I'm sure my ear would still be ringing today. I decided silence was best.

 

"Are you listening to me?"

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"YOU DO NOT BEHAVE LIKE THAT EVER!!"

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"YOU KNOW THIS!"

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"I am beyond upset and disappointed in you."

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"Do I need to have Ken put you on a plane home tomorrow?"

 

"Please, Mama. Don't do that."

 

"You think you deserve to stay after behaviour like that?"

 

"I can be better."

 

"Oh, you will be better after a severe spanking."

 

'Mama, no?"

 

"YES! And you will do everything Ken tells you to do."

 

"But..."

 

"No buts. You take your punishment there or you come home tomorrow and take your punishment here. Those are your choices."

 

"I want to stay."

 

"Then you do as Ken says and NO MORE of that behaviour."

 

"I didn't mean it."

 

"You know better than that."

 

"I'm sorry, Mama."

 

"Now say goodbye and get in the corner."

 

"Goodbye, Mama."

 

"Goodbye."

 

Placing my phone on the dresser I submitted to the corner. I was freaking Ken had never spanked me. One hour later I heard Ken open my bedroom door. Taking hold of my wrist Ken directed me to sit for a 'chat'.

 

"Your Mama and I spent the last half hour talking about your 'little' tantrum."

 

"I'm sorry, Ken."

 

"Well Sunshine, I'm sorry isn't good enough."

 

"I won't do it again."

 

"I'm going to make sure of that."

 

"Please, don't spank me."

 

"Let me tell you what is going to happen to you. You were told to pack your hairbrush."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"You're getting 100 with that brush. And it's bare bottom."

 

"Please?"

 

"You're getting your mouth washed out for the cussing too."

 

"No, Ken?"

 

"YES! You're getting your hands strapped as well"

 

"Why?"

 

"Why? Why?! For almost taking the bedroom door off its hinges."

 

"I didn't mean to."

 

"You get your brush."

 

"I don't want to."

 

"Do you want to call your, Mama? You know what she'll say?"

 

Knowing Mama would make me come home I submitted to retrieving my hairbrush. Meanwhile, Ken sat on the bed preparing to put me over his knee. Returning to his side Ken took the brush from my hand. Tears were escaping from my eyes. I did feel guilty about my behaviour but I was scared of Ken's spankings. I'd seen him spank Victoria before; I didn't know how she handled it. She once told me that Ken's hands felt like they were made of steel. I couldn't imagine what it felt like when he was reeling an implement. I didn't want to find out.

 

"I wasn't trying to act up."

 

"I gave you a number of chances to balance yourself out. Didn't I?"

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"You should have listened."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Take your jeans down, please."

 

"I don't want to."

 

"What would happen if you said that to your Mama?"

 

"I'd get more."

 

"Do you want more?"

 

"No, Sir."

 

"I'm going to ask you one more time to take your jeans down."

 

I was up against a wall. I had no choice. I made my bed I had to lie in it now. Obediently, I undid my button, unzipped my fly, and wiggled out of my jeans. Ken pointed to my panties. Biting the bullet and with my last bit of courage, I pulled them to my knees. Clumsily, I found myself over Ken's knee for the first time.

 

"I'm scared."

 

"We're going to get this over with."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

The first stroke connected with the centre of my right cheek. The sting was incredible; ninety-nine to go. Ken wasn't joking when he said we were going to get it over with. No breaks in between strokes just 100% discipline. Left, right, left, right, lower, upper, lower, upper. At stroke fifty Ken lowered the brush long enough to have a short talk with me.

 

"I don't ever want to see this type of behaviour again."

 

"You won't, Sir," I forced out through a stream of tears.

 

"You're grounded for the rest of today."

 

I dropped my head, Victoria and I had plans to go shopping when she got home.

 

"Was it worth it?"

 

"No, Sir."

 

"There will be an assignment for you to complete after we are done."

 

"But you're spanking me already. Why do I have to be grounded too?"

 

Ken's bare hand connected with my bare bottom full force twenty times. Victoria was right Ken's hand was made of steel.

 

"Because your Mama said so!"

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Let's get this over with."

 

"Please, Ken? No more?"

 

"Fifty more!"

 

"Please?"

 

The spanking continued, stroke after stroke teaching me to behave in Ken's home. By the time the last stroke landed, I was a complete pool of sobs with a bruising bottom. Ken lowered me to my knees and cuddled me close as I calmed myself down.

 

"Now isn't it easier to just do as you are told in the first place?"

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Go get the strap off the dresser."

 

"Do you have to strap my hands?"

 

"Yes!"

 

"How many times?"

 

"Five each."

 

Just wanting it to be over I fetched the strap. Not sure if I could pull my panties and jeans up I stumbled back to Ken's side.

 

"You know better to slam or throw things around."

 

"I'm sorry, Ken,"

 

"Hands out together."

 

Five strokes were to remind me not to slam doors in any kind of rage. The sting in my hands was going to be staying for a long time into the evening.

 

"Let's go into the bathroom."

 

"Can I pull my jeans up?"

 

"Yes, Sunshine"

 

Entering the attached bathroom I knew what was next. Ken was working up a nice lather on the bar of soap that was soon to enter my mouth.

 

"Open, little girl."

 

"I don't want to."

 

"Do you have a choice?"

 

"No, Sir."

 

"Do as you're told or do we need more of the brush?"

 

My mouth immediately opened. Five minutes of eternity went by as I forced myself to keep the soap in my mouth. I didn't want another dose of the brush. Ken re-entered the bathroom to reprieve me from my own inflicted torture.

 

"I'm sorry, Ken."

 

"I know you are and I know you won't do this again."

 

"I won't, Sir."

 

"Your assignment is on the bed. It's to be completed before your Mama calls you at 8 tonight. Understand?"

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Any questions?"

 

"Can I come out for dinner?"

 

"Yes, you can if you feel balanced!"

 

"Yes, Sir. What are you going to tell Victoria about the shopping trip?"

 

"The truth of course. No phone. No computer. No iPod."

 

"I understand, Sir."

 

Walking past Ken out of the bathroom I headed to the bed. There laid my assignment just as Ken said next to it was the hairbrush that just warmed my bottom. Ken's voice startled me as I went to pick it up.

 

"It stays there, Sunshine."

 

"Pardon?"

 

"Your Mama says it stays there until she is sure you have completely learned your lesson."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

With that, I was left in my room to reflect on the last few hours. My assignment was a list of apology letters I was to write. Lowering myself gently I took up residence on the floor. I wanted to be done before dinner. As I went to work I had no idea that my behaviour today was going to affect the house for the rest of the week. I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten as I completed my assignment. I didn't even hear Victoria open my bedroom door. She completely startled me as she started talking.

 

"Sunshine?"

 

"Hey, Victoria."

 

"Don't hey me. Daddy told me we can't go out because of ‘your’ behaviour."

 

Her tone told me she was pissed.

 

"I'm sorry I ruined our night, Victoria."

 

"Well, I'm sorry you even came."

 

Slamming the door she exited the bedroom. She was really upset about the mall. I felt bad, I really did but I couldn't help but think Victoria's behaviour was a little childish. Actually, I was really hurt by her behaviour. Did she really not want me here anymore? I started thinking that I should have just had Ken put me on a plane home. I was pretty down by the time Liz entered the room.

 

"Sunshine."

 

"Please, not you too?"

 

"Hey, why are you so upset? I just came to get you for dinner."

 

"Can I please just stay in here?"

 

"Why do you want to stay here?"

 

"Victoria hates me. She doesn't want me here."

 

"You don't know that."

 

"I do. She told me so."

 

"She told you when?"

 

"A little while ago she said I ruined everything and shouldn't have come."

 

"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry she's behaving like that. She was told to leave you alone."

 

"Maybe Ken should put me on a plane tomorrow?"

 

"No, Sunshine. Now come out for dinner."

 

Obediently I allowed Liz to take my hand and lead me to the table. I sat in my spot at the table waiting. Dinner was barely plated when Victoria started with her tantrum. I felt like I was in the schoolyard with a bully.

 

"How come SHE gets to sit at the dinner table?"

 

"Baby Girl, that’s not your decision and drop that tone," Ken ordered.

 

"Oh sure, take Little Miss Ruiner's side."

 

"Victoria, you do not speak to Daddy like that," Liz piped in.

 

"Ken, she does have a reason to be mad at me," I interrupted.

 

"I don't need you sticking up for me," Victoria hollered.

 

"Victoria, that’s enough," Liz warned.

 

In what seemed like one huge stride Ken leaped from his chair, took a hold of Victoria, and removed her from the room. Liz and I soon heard a whole lot of lecturing, spanking, and pleading.

 

"Liz, can I go back to my room now."

 

"Sunshine, you need to eat."

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

Both Liz and I jumped as we heard Ken’s stern voice fill the house again.

 

“You take those pants down right now.”

 

“Daddy no,” was followed by the loud ring of bare flesh on bare flesh. We could hear Victoria’s pleading and crying from miles away. Ten minutes later a red-faced Ken returned to the table to finish his meal.

 

An hour later the house was finally quiet. Victoria was restricted to her room and me to mine. Ken and Liz were downstairs watching a movie. I was so upset and stressed about things I decided that I just had to have a smoke. Something I promised Mama I wouldn't do. I was better than that. I wasn't a smoker anymore.

 

Quietly and quickly I slipped out of my room to where Victoria had left her smokes. Taking one I ran back to my room. With the window open I quickly consumed that one cigarette. Five minutes later I felt instant regret I knew better. Ken has always had this habit of checking the whole house before turning in. When he peered into my room he noticed the bedside table light on. He entered to turn it off.

 

"Ken?"

 

Jumping he asked, "What are you still doing up?"

 

"I can't sleep, Sir."

 

"Victoria had no right to treat you that way."

 

"I know, Sir."

 

"Then, why are you still up crying?"

 

"Please, can you just spank me and not tell Mama?"

 

"What are you talking about?"

 

"I took one of Victoria's cigarettes."

 

"Did you smoke it?"

 

Looking into his eyes I shook my head yes as tears started to flow again.

 

"It was so stupid. Mama's going to be so disappointed. She's going to make me come home."

 

"Here's what I'm going to do. If you can tell me exactly how your Mama would punish you; not leaving one tiny thing out, I will discipline you and leave it up to you if you tell her."

 

"Thank you, Ken."

 

"But so help me God if you smoke one more time in my house this trip, next trip, a trip a year down the road I will tell her about that one and this one."

 

"There won't be a next time."

 

"There better not. Well!?"

 

"She'd spank me....hard....with the hairbrush."

 

"And?"

 

"She'd strap my hands, a lot of times."

 

"How many?"

 

"Maybe ten? Mama just does it I never know how many."

 

"What else?"

 

"She'd wash my mouth out."

 

"Well, there's no time like the present, out of that bed."

 

Ken took up position at the end of the bed as I climbed out from under the covers.

 

"Get me the hairbrush."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

I was again by Ken's side about to get a blistering. Remembering our deal I bared my bottom. Mama would insist on a bare-bottom spanking. I lowered myself over Ken's knee.

 

"Hard you say?"

 

"Very hard, I know I'm not allowed to smoke."

 

"I suggest you prepare yourself."

 

The brush connected with its target; over and over again. Having been spanking earlier my bottom wore out far faster. Ken soon had a pinned, crying, and sorry little girl on his hands. Ken had just let me up when Liz walked in wondering the reason for all the noise. Ken forced me to tell her what I had done.

 

"Ken, I would like to finish her spanking off."

 

"I'll leave you to it, Liz."

 

Now this was something I was used to. Liz usually handled my discipline when I visited.

 

"Did we not talk about this at length the last time you visited?"

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"You told me you didn't want to smoke any more."

 

"I know; I'm sorry."

 

"Well, Ken looked after your butt. I'm going to deal with your hands."

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"What hand did you light it with?"

 

"My right one."

 

"Get it out."

 

I found myself very obedient.

 

"10! And you do not move."

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

Ten strokes landed across my hand. I was crying and begging by stroke number four.

 

"If you ever touch a cigarette in this house again…"

 

"I won't."

 

"I want you back in bed."

 

"Aren't you washing my mouth out?"

 

"Do I need to?"

 

"No, Liz."

 

"Is it going to happen again?"

 

"No, Liz."

 

"Get into that bed."

 

I wasn't in bed ten minutes and my bedroom door opened. I thought Liz had changed her mind. I rolled over to see Victoria standing over me. I had nothing to say to her.

 

"Sunshine?"

 

"What?"

 

"Can I talk to you?"

 

"I guess."

 

"I'm sorry, Sunshine. I didn't mean what I said."

 

"Yes, you did."

 

"Okay, I did a little at the time but I'm sorry. Please don't stop being my friend."

 

"Did he whip you hard?"

 

"Yeah, big time; you too?"

 

"Oh yeah, twice."

 

"I'm sorry I stressed you into smoking."

 

"It was my choice."

 

"I shouldn't have behaved like that."

 

"We're going to get caught."

 

"Goodnight, Sunshine."

 

"Goodnight, Victoria."

 

"Do you forgive me?"

 

"I guess."

 

"Still friends?"

 

"Yes, we're still friends now get out of here before Ken and Liz hear us."

 

Victoria exited leaving me to soothe myself to sleep. It didn't take long. 

 

It was going into my final week visiting Victoria, Ken, and Liz. Victoria and I had long since patched up our hard feelings about having our shopping trip taken away. In fact, we had been so well-behaved together that both Mama and Ken agreed to let us go out on the town that Thursday evening. We were excited; it was wing and karaoke night, both our favourites.

 

Ken and Mama had quite a conversation about rules and consequences for the evening. I think both our heads started to spin as Ken listed them off before we were allowed to go:

 

·        We were to be dressed appropriately.

·        There was to be NO excessive drinking. Four drinks was our limit.

·        There had better not be ANY smoking of any kind! (Sunshine)

·        We were NOT taking a car! We were to take a taxi with the cab money Ken gave us.

·        Curfew was 1am. And he and Liz would be waiting up for us.

 

Released from our lecture we hurriedly dressed appropriately for both the club and Ken’s approval. Ken reminded us one more time when curfew was as we climbed into our cab. Five times that evening we promised to be good. I think we had every intention of keeping that promise but…the alcohol took our brains.

 

It was 3am when the bus let us off in front of the laneway. It didn’t take a genius to figure out from looking at us that we had way more than four drinks. Ken and Liz must have been pacing at the door. We were barely halfway up the laneway when we noticed them on the porch. I’m still not sure how long it took us to get up that laneway but man when we did. It’s never a good thing when Liz speaks first.

 

“Get in the living room, now!” Liz demanded.

 

Very tipsily we obeyed.

 

“Did I tell you two to sit?” Liz continued.

 

We wobbled our way around the coffee table. Ken and Liz took our places on the couch. It was a sight of two teenage daughters looking down at their unimpressed parents. Ken was too quiet. It was never a good sign when Ken was this quiet. Finally, Ken found his voice and it wasn’t going to be good.

 

“3 in the morning? 3am GIRLS? Are you kidding? I thought you were dead.” Ken hollered.

 

“Sorry, Daddy,” Victoria nervously whispered.

 

“And why, exactly, did I, see you two getting off the city bus?”

 

“It was cheaper,” I blurted out.

 

“Cheaper?! I gave you money for a taxi. Didn’t I, Sunshine?”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

“And just where is that money?”

 

“We…um…spent it at the bar, Sir,” lowering my voice.

 

“On what, Sunshine?”

 

Softly I whispered, “Drinks.”

 

“Pardon? I didn’t hear you.”

 

“Drinks!”

 

“Victoria! You spent the taxi money on drinks?!”

 

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Please tell me that the drinks were more money than you thought? I know you had enough money for what you were allowed to drink tonight! Tell me they were fifteen-dollar drinks?”

 

“I can’t, Daddy.”

 

“Because it would be a lie? Wouldn’t, Sunshine?”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

I found myself looking at the floor; trying to sink into it.

 

“How many, Sunshine? How many drinks did you and my ‘well behaved obedient’ little girl have? I want to know how many times I was disobeyed tonight.”

 

“I lost count after seven,” I answered towards the floor.

 

“Ken, I have a question,” Liz interrupted. Ken nodded at Liz to continue.

 

“Just at what point did you two decide it was a SAFE idea to spend your taxi money and take the bus?”

 

“I’m sorry, Momma. We weren’t thinking,” Victoria whispered.

 

“You put yourself at risk. You knew better! You should have called,” Liz lectured.

 

“We didn’t want to get in trouble,” I blurted out.

 

“You are in trouble. More so now,” Liz yelled.

 

“Ken, please don’t call Mama.”

 

“Sunshine, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning, you disobeyed her and you smell like a carton of cigarettes! What did you think I would do?”

 

“Ken, I’m sorry,” tears started to fall through my drunken haze.

 

Ken had enough. Victoria and I were left standing in front of Liz as Ken headed to bed shaking his head. Liz was left alone to deal with us, something that was scary on a tame day. Our drunken haze was quickly disappearing.

 

“I want you two showered, changed into your little girl jammies, and in bed in 15 minutes. You are not to talk to each other, enter each other’s rooms, or try texting each other. Am I understood?”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“I will be checking in on you! 15 minutes!”

 

“Yes, Mama.”

 

“Sunshine?”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“Get going! We will finish this conversation tomorrow when you are sober and Ken is calmer.”

 

Obediently, Victoria and I quietly headed to our rooms. I was showered, dressed, and lying in bed when Liz knocked on my door.

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

The door popped open. I could hardly look Liz in the eye as she walked to beside my bed.

 

“You are not to get out of this bed tonight.”

 

“Yes, Liz.”

 

“I mean it!”

 

“Liz?”

 

“What?”

 

“Is Ken really super angry with us?”

 

“He thought you were missing, in serious trouble, and maybe even dead. Do you think he shouldn’t be angry?”

 

“No, Ma’am. I wasn’t thinking about you two. Please don’t tell Mama, please? I don’t want to disappoint her too.”

 

“I will not hide this kind of behaviour from her. You were unsafe and you know it.”

 

“Yes, Liz.”

 

“Goodnight.”

 

Liz left me locked in my room, too worried about punishment to attempt to sleep. I was petrified of the punishment to come. I don’t know what thought scared me more; being punished by Ken, being punished by Liz, being punished by both together, or being sent home so Mama could deal with me. Fear, regret, and remorse kept me up most of the night. I was so relieved to see Liz enter the bedroom just as the sun was hitting its high peak of the day.

 

“Ken and I have talked. We’ve decided that I will punish you and he will punish Victoria.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“As far as telling your Mama or not, that choice is up to you. You know what she expects of you. If we force you to obey then you’re not really obeying.”

 

“Thank you, Liz for not telling her.”

 

“We have some talking to do, don’t we?”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“You realize how upset we get when you two don't do as you are supposed to?”

 

“I'm sorry, Liz.”

 

“Ken was ready to call the police last night, do you get that?”

 

“We didn't mean to worry you.”

 

“Well, you did. Do you think that was fair?”

 

“No, Ma'am.”

 

“Do you think Ken and I should just let that go?”

 

“No, Ma'am.”

 

“What's going on behind those tears? ...... Talk to me? .......Come on now, you know you don't get disciplined without us talking first.”

 

“I feel really guilty. I didn't think about how much you'd worry..... I just thought of me..... Selfish me.”

 

“That's something you and Mama are working on, isn't it.”

 

“Yes, Ma'am.”

 

“What else? .... There's more going on in there.”

 

“I promised Mama I wouldn't disobey you two and I did. I did like four times over.”

 

“Ken and I don't expect you two to be perfect all the time, you know that. We never have. But I think you agree that last night was way over the line?”

 

“I put myself at risk over something stupid.”

 

“You both did and you're both going to be severely punished for it.”

 

“Yes, Liz.”

 

“And it had better never happen again.”

 

“It won't, I promise........ Liz? I'm sorry about the smoking.”

 

“You're getting your mouth washed out for that. It's a dirty habit that I've punished you once for already.”

 

“Please, anything but that?”

 

“Oh, no, you, don't. Did you not promise me it wouldn't happen again only a week ago?”

 

“Yes, Ma'am.”

 

“I thought you didn't want to be a smoker anymore?”

 

“I don't.”

 

“Then you need correction. Right?”

 

Timidly I shook my head yes as tears flowed faster. I couldn't really say no after all she was right. I needed correction on a whole different level. Putting myself at risk, due to disobedience, was never acceptable in Mama's eyes and I knew it. Doing it while I was in someone else's charge was even worse.

 

“Now you march to the bathroom, pick out a bar of soap, and bring it to me.”

 

Submissively, I did as I was instructed, returning with the worst brand of soap I could find. The implement line along the dresser made me want to run away.

 

“Hand me that soap and bare that naughty bottom of yours!”

 

Liz's voice pulled me back to reality but I hesitated in obeying. A loud crack from down the hall made me jump into action. I guess Victoria's spanking was starting. Bare I stood in front of Liz waiting for more direction. Soon, I was manhandled into position over Liz's knee. The hairbrush was to be the implement of choice. No hand spanking, no warm-up, just 100% punishment, and I had better hold on.

 

The hairbrush left its mark immediately; I was fire red with bruises forming before Liz's arm tired. Sobbing and fighting for a calm breath I knelt in front of Liz. I could still hear Victoria's pleas followed by cracking from down the hall. I had a feeling that my spanking was tame compared to hers'. I knew Liz wasn't close to through with me yet. I looked up at the hairbrush in my face.

 

“Put that on the dresser and bring me back a strap.”

 

Knowing I deserved every lick of this punishment I followed her directions. Returning with the heaviest strap that was laid out I soon found myself tummy down on the bed. Feet kicking, pillow grabbing, and screams of pain filled that bedroom with a good ten-minute strapping. I knew I was going to be severely bruised, marked, and sore but I also knew that in order for me to forgive myself I needed this amount of punishment. I knew it and so did Liz. This caused Liz to adopt a do it right the first time philosophy when punishing me early on. I was one submissive well-punished sobbing exhausted little girl by the time Liz was ready to lower that horrible strap. I tried to listen to Liz through all my tears.

 

“Sunshine? ..... Look at me.”

 

I pushed my hair out of my soaked swollen red eyes as I turned my head to look at Liz.

 

“You are to spend the next 30 minutes in the corner. Up you get.”

 

Slowly trying not to sit on my sore behind I rose. Crying I looked into Liz's eyes once again.

 

“Open!”

 

Any hope that Liz had forgotten about the soap was chased away as Liz placed the soap in my awaiting mouth.

 

“If you spit that out accidentally or not, you WILL find yourself back over my knee”

 

Shaking my head yes I tried to make Liz understand that I had no want to try that trick ever again. Leading me to the corner I was left alone to think about how I could grow from this punishment. Thirty minutes later Liz allowed me to rinse my foaming mouth. I had a feeling there was to be more to Victoria and my punishment.

 

“Go get your phone and laptop, Sunshine.”

 

I obeyed handing over the only two electronics Mama had allowed me to bring with me.

 

“Both you and Victoria are grounded for the rest of today.”

 

“Yes, Ma'am”

 

“You are not allowed out of this room without permission. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes, Liz.”

 

“This had better never happen again.”

 

“I promise, never again.”

 

“Time will tell.”

 

There was to be no more conversation about it. I knew what I was expected to do. Stay in my room and think about things. I thought and thought, after about two hours I knew I had to be 100% honest about everything. I took a chance that Liz would listen to my reason; not excuse for being out of my room. Timidly, I walked up behind Liz's chair as she was watching her TV show. I think I made her jump as I spoke.

 

“Liz?”

 

“Sunshine? What are you doing? Get yourself around here so I can see you.”

 

I obeyed nervous thinking that Liz was just going to reach up and pull me over her knee. When this didn't happen I started picking my fingernails.

 

“Speak up, Sunshine.”

 

“Can I please have my phone just for a bit?”

 

“Why?”

 

“I need to call, Mama.”

 

Deciding that my REASON was a worthy one my phone was briefly released to me. I could feel that I was being watched with interest as I fumbled through dialing Mama's number. I slowly walked back to my bedroom as I listened to the ringing.

 

“Hi, Mama”

              

Closing the door behind me, I threw myself on the bed, tummy down as I prepared to confess.