“Hi Alicia,” her mother, Mina Phillipson called from the kitchen. “Got home made lemonade for you.”

Mina heard the sound of school bags being dropped on the hall floor and, by the time Alicia appeared in the kitchen, two tall glasses of the lemonade were on the kitchen table. Mina’s smiling face dropped when she saw her red-faced, daughter appear.

“Hey, hon’, what’s the matter? You look dreadful.”

Alicia stood in the doorway. Her face was flushed and her eyes showed she had clearly been crying.

“You want to sit down, hon’? Come on, now. Have some lemonade and tell me all about it. Is this about some boy? Have you broken up with Wayne?”

“I can’t!”

“Sure, you can. You can tell me anything. That’s what mothers are for.”

Alicia came across to the table where her mother was now seated. She picked up her glass of lemonade and took a few sips, but remained standing.

“Come on, sit down and tell me all about it,” Mina said, somewhat condescendingly.

“It hurts too much!”

“I know, hon’, but you’ll feel better if you just sit down, take your time and tell me what’s been happening.”

“No, I mean it hurts too much to sit down.”

“What? How did that come about? Have you had some kind of accident? No need to feel embarrassed, I’m your mother.”

“No accident, mom. I got paddled.”

“Paddled? At school, you mean?”

“Where else would I get paddled, mom?”

“Sorry, I guess that was a stupid remark. So, what were you paddled for?”

“Okay, so four of us went off-campus during the lunch break, and maybe we were a little late back to start our afternoon classes. We all picked up referral slips to Mr Almanaz. He’s our vice-principal who deals with disciplinary stuff. He sent us out to the hall for five minutes and told us we could choose between five days in-school detention or five licks with the paddle.”

“Right. Does that mean you all had to agree to accept the same punishment?”

“No, I guess we could all choose whichever alternative suited us. That’s what he said anyhow.”

“Okay, so you four went outside his office and talked it over. What then?”

“Five days of in-school detention would mean five boring days, missing grades, and missing our friends. The others seemed to think taking the swats was the best idea, so I kind of went along with their decision. I mean, we didn’t have paddling back in California before we moved out here, so I didn’t have any real experience to base my judgement on. Also, it might have looked bad if they got paddled and I got detention.”

“Yes, I see that, although I guess if you were all allowed your own choice, maybe that shouldn’t have mattered. So, what happened then?”

“Mr Almanaz went to the secretaries’ counter and came back with Mrs Jacobs. They went into his office and then she called us in one at a time to get our swats. Apparently, it’s school policy to have a witness of the same sex as the student, and for spankings to be carried out in private and not in front of other students.”

“So, he followed procedure?”

“Yes.”

“So what happened when you were called in?”

“I was third. I’d seen the first two go in and heard the swats as they got spanked, then seen them come out with damp eyes and clutching their backsides. That got me worried. I mean I was really nervous anyhow, but that made it worse. Mr Almanaz told me to check my back pockets were empty, then to bend over the back of a chair he’d placed to one side of his desk. I did all that, then he slammed the paddle across my behind five times. Mom, it was so hard! I don’t know how I managed to stay bent over. He signed my referral slip and I was allowed to leave. Then the final girl went in.”

“Okay, so what did you do after you’d been spanked?”

“I went along to the rest room and found the other three washing their faces and reapplying their make-up, and stuff. Then, when the fourth girl joined us and cleaned herself up, we went back to our classes. Sitting on those hard plastic chairs was awful, mom, really awful. I could hardly concentrate.”

“I understand how you must have felt. How is your butt feeling now?”

“Terrible. I don’t know how I’ll be able to sit for dinner.”

“Okay, here’s what we’ll do. First, let’s get some antiseptic lotion on your bottom. That’ll help with the pain.”

“Okay,” Alicia answered apprehensively. It was a long time since her mother had seen her backside, and she was especially self-conscious about showing it to her after she’d been spanked.

“Come on, drop your jeans and panties and lean over the table.”

“Mom!”

“Come on, I need to see the damage, and I can’t apply lotion through your pants, now can I?”

With a deep sigh, Alicia unfastened her jeans and pushed them down to her knees along with her very brief black panties. Her mother, having found some antiseptic lotion in a drawer, was amazed when she saw the bruises across her daughter’s bottom.

“Wow! That was certainly some spanking!”

“Believe me, mom, I know! Now are you going to apply that lotion?”

“This might smart some.”

“Ouch! It does!”

Despite much vocal protest, Mrs Phillipson managed to spread some lotion across her daughter’s bottom cheeks.

“There, give it a few minutes and you’ll feel the benefit.”

“Can I pull my pants up now?”

“Give it a few minutes for the lotion to dry. Besides, I need to take a couple photos.”

“Mom! No!”

Alicia saw the room light up with several camera flashes as her mother used her cellphone to record the bruising to her daughter’s bottom.

“Okay, guess you can pull your pants up now.”

“Mom, can I go to my room and lie down for a bit?”

Alone in her kitchen, Mina Phillipson called a near neighbor, Jean Matthews, on her cellphone.

“Jean? Mina. You got a moment? I need your advice on something.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Jean, my Alicia came home from school and she’s told me she got paddled. Her backside is really marked with bruises. What should I do about it?”

“Antiseptic lotion? That’s what I’ve given my Karen.”

“Wait, did she also get paddled?”

“Yes, apparently four of them went off-campus and were late back. Your Alicia too, huh?”

“Yes. But what I mean is, should the school be paddling them that hard? Alicia’s bottom is very bruised and sore looking. I feel I should complain or something.”

“I hear they got it from Mr Almanaz. He does paddle hard. I guess his idea is that way they’ll be less inclined to break the rules in future and have to go back for a second dose.”

“You don’t sound too concerned, Jean.”

“I’m not. Why should I be?”

“You think it’s okay for this guy to spank them so hard he leaves bruises?”

“Oh Mina, they’ll only last a day or two. They’ll soon get over it. I usually leave it three days before I spank my daughter after she got it at school.”

“Do what?”

“Er, I have a strict policy; get punished at school, get a second dose at home. Don’t you do that?”

“You mean you’re going to paddle her a second time?”

“Sure. Something like that. That’s the deal we have. You’ll find most parents around here follow that kind of practice.”

“I’ve never spanked Alicia. I don’t think I’ll be doing that.”

“No problem. Your choice.”

****

Four days later, Alicia came home from school and found her mother in the front room lounge.

“Hi mom.”

“Hi sweety. How was school?”

“Okay, I guess,” Alicia said, sounding doubtful.

“You haven’t been paddled again, I hope,” Mina Phillipson said with half a smile.

Alicia returned the smile. “No, I’ve been a good girl after that session with Mr Almanaz. But, since you mention it, there is something we kind of need to discuss, and it’s difficult.”

“About your paddling? Honey, I talked it over with the other girls’ mothers. It seems your friends thought their treatment by Mr Almanaz was fair. They had no complaints. If I’d have spoken out about it, I’d have been wasting my breath.”

“I get that, mom. That’s not a problem.”

“Okay. So, what do we need to discuss?”

“You see, I’ve been talking to the others and they all got spanked yesterday.”

“What? Not another paddling? So soon after the last one?”

“No mom, not a school spanking. Their moms have this idea that if you get punished at school then you get something similar at home. Take Kayley, for example. If she gets a detention at school then she has to spend an hour standing in their front room with her nose to the wall.”

“You haven’t been given a detention, have you?”

Alicia smiled again. “No mom, no detention.”

“Am I missing the point here?”

“The point is, it’s kind of the practice around these parts; if you get punished at school then you get punished at home.”

“Yes, I got that from when I spoke to the other moms.”

“So, maybe there’s something you need to do.”

Mina Phillipson took time to think before she responded tentatively, “Alicia, are you suggesting I punish you for the paddling you got off Mr Almanaz?”

“It would bring me into line with the other girls, mom.”

“And you want that? You want me to send you to the wall for an hour?”

“If I ever got a detention then maybe you should. But I didn’t get a detention, did I?”

“No, you got paddled.” Mina Phillipson hesitated again. “You want me to spank you, is that what you’re saying?”

“It kind of is, mom,” Alicia responded self-consciously. “Then I could tell the others I got the same as them.”

“You could always lie.”

“I don’t tell lies, mom, and I don’t want to start, especially with my friends. Besides, they might check.”

“No, I see that. That you shouldn’t tell lies, I mean. I shouldn’t have suggested it. But do you really want me to spank you? Seriously? And how would your friends check?”

“Like in the shower room?” Alicia replied quickly. “And yes, I think it would help if you did spank me, mom. With my friends and that.”

“I’ve never spanked you, Alicia.”

“No, but we were in California back then. It wasn’t much talked about.”

“True, although I kind of think it went on more than people know. Okay, if you want me to spank you then so be it. How about you go to your room and let me think about how I’m going to do it?”

Alicia grinned. “Sent to my room, eh? Okay, but one thing mom. Please don’t let me off. This needs to be a proper punishment, okay?”

“It will be. Now scat!”

****

Minutes later, Alicia kicked her shoes off and lay down on her bed, wondering just what her mom would do to her. More to the point, she worried that her mom would simply be grossly over-lenient. Was there anything she could do to persuade her mom to a proper punishment? Yes! She could strip to her underwear. Excitedly, Alicia leapt off her bed and pulled off her T-shirt, followed by her faded denim jeans. Wearing just her black bra and black thong, she lay on her bed again. Now her thoughts moved to wondering whether the thong was going too far. It meant her buttocks would be totally bare, totally unprotected. Was that a good thing?

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, it was too late to change her underwear, or indeed to pull on some clothes. Alicia’s mother tapped twice on her bedroom door and entered. She was clearly astonished to see her daughter lying on her bed wearing just her bra and a thong.

“Wow! You’re sure keen on getting your backside tanned, aren’t you just?”

“Um, no! I was just thinking what I should wear. We’ve never done anything like this before.”

“No, I guess not.”

“So mom, have you figured out how you’re going to do it?”

“I think I have. The other mothers told me they usually follow up a school paddling with a hand spanking at home, so that’s what I think we should do.”

“That’s cool.”

“Perhaps if I sit on the edge of your bed, you could come across my lap?”

“Before I do, maybe I could change into different underwear? Maybe get my jeans back on?”

“Why?”

“To cover my bottom better?”

“Don’t be silly. I’m your mother, I’ve seen your bare bottom cheeks before, and it’ll be easier to make your bottom smart good the way you are.”

“Mom!”

“Honey, you asked me to spank you, and you asked me to make it a proper spanking. Let me do it on your bare butt so I can do a good job of it. Okay?”

“You’re really getting into this ‘strict mom’ idea, aren’t you?”

“Just because I haven’t spanked before doesn’t mean I can’t.” Mina Phillipson sat on the edge of Alicia’s bed. “Okay, get yourself across my lap, young lady.”

Alicia swung off her bed and laid across her mom’s lap, her legs dangling in mid-air and her head resting on her folded arms at the foot of the bed. Her mom wrapped her left arm around Alicia’s waist to hold her secure.

“You ready?”

“Okay mom, go for it!”

Mina began the spanking, applying rapid hand spanks to Alicia’s left buttock, her right buttock and the center of her backside.

“Steady mom! This is hurting!”

“That’s what a spanking does, honey.”

“Ow! Are you enjoying this, mom?”

“That’s for me to know, hon’, and you to worry about.”

“Mom!”

The spanking continued for several more minutes, and Mina Phillipson could see her daughter’s bottom getting really quite red and sore.

“Okay hon’, guess that will do. What do you think?”

“Yeesh! That feels like it will more than do, thanks mom!”

“Okay, so do you want to do some corner time? Kind of reinforce the message?”

“No thank you. I’m fine.”

Alicia clambered awkwardly off her mom’s lap and stood rubbing her bottom.

“Will that square things with your friends, honey?”

“I do believe so, thanks mom.”

“You’re welcome. Hey, maybe we should introduce this into your home discipline.”

“That’s okay, mom. Groundings work for me.”

The End

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