I’ve long looked for pictures taken from the spankee’s point of view. I finally found this one.
“Ashley” Mommy hollered, “This is your last warning! If you don’t get up and get ready for school in time you’re going to be in big trouble!” Ashley had developed a habit of dawdling in the mornings before school. She slept late, took forever to get dressed and often didn’t even have time to eat her breakfast before she had to run to catch the bus. Her parents had nagged and scolded her to no avail. Her poor daddy had been late to work many times because she had missed the bus and he had to drive her to school.
But last night mommy and daddy had made a decision, things were going to be different from now on.
Ashley finally came shuffling into the kitchen just as the bus pulled past her house. “Well, dear, I’m afraid your daddy’s going to have to take you to school again today. You know that always makes him late. Hurry up and get your shoes on. He’s almost ready to go now.
“But I’m hungry!” Ashley whined, taking a bite of the pancake that was sitting cold on her plate.
“You can eat once you’re all ready to go; if you have time before daddy’s ready. Get your shoes on and your hair done!” Mom ordered.
“Harrumph” Ashley muttered. She preferred to ride with Daddy anyway. It was a much shorter ride than having to ride the whole bus route. Slowly Ashley put on her shoes, and made her hair into a pony tail.
She had just sat down to eat her pancake when her daddy said, “Let’s go Ashley, I’m going to be late!”
“In a minute, I’m almost done Daddy,” She said unconcerned with his time.
“No, NOW!” Mommy said taking her by the hand and dragging her into the garage. Daddy grabbed her backpack and got into the driver’s seat.
Mommy opened the back seat and shoved her in. Then, to Ashley’s surprise, as daddy opened the garage door and started the engine, Mommy got in the back seat with her!
“Mommy! What’r you doing?”
“Daddy and I told you that we will no longer tolerate you being late again. Well, you are about to regret not to heeding our warning!”
Mommy scooted into the middle seat and buckled her seat belt. “Ok dear,” she called to daddy, “We’re ready to go!” Daddy immediately began pulling out of the driveway.
“Wait!” Ashley yelled, “I’m not buckled yet!”
“I’m afraid you won’t be needing a seat belt today” Mommy replied pulling her hairbrush out of her purse.
“B-b-but, you always have be buckled, its not safe…” She began to argue. But before she could finish, Mommy pulled her face down over her lap right there in the back seat.
“Ashley June, we are fed up with you dawdling around in the morning then making daddy late. From now on, if you have to ride with daddy, it’ll be a very unpleasant trip!” Mommy scolded as she lifted Ashley’s uniform skirt and pulled her panties down.
“Noooo you can’t <WHACK> ouch!” Ashley’s protest was interrupted with a sharp swat on her bare bottom. Ashley screamed, as much in surprise as pain. But mommy didn’t stop. Before she could collect her breath for another scream mommy’s hairbrush cracked down on her other bottom cheek. <SMACK> “Yeaaaaoowwwww!!!!” she bawled, drumming her feat against the car door.
Mommy went to work raining fire down on poor Ashley’s lazy bottom. And it seemed to work, for those legs that had moved so slowly as she was getting ready to go to school now drummed vigorously against the car door locking and unlocking the door each time her toes hit the button.
After about 6 hard swats, Ashley was writhing around in pain from the spanking. Mommy lightened up a bit, after all, this spanking had to last for the full 15 minute car ride. But Ashley hardly noticed. With her bottom on fire, the lighter and slower spanks were just hard enough to prevent the burning in her hindquarters from subsiding and she continued to wail and kick and flail around over her mommy’s lap.
Fortunately for Ashley, there were no traffic jams on the way to school, for her parents had decided that, no matter what, this spanking would not end until they got to school.
As she wailed her way through this terrible ride to school, Ashley didn’t notice her daddy make the last turn onto the road her school was on, but she did notice that Mommy suddenly resumed the fast hard swats she had begun with. <WHACK, SMACK, SWAT> “Whaaaahaaaaahaaaaa” Ashley answered, letting out a new, more earnest wail of protest. She had thought it couldn’t get any worse, but now she knew it could.
As daddy pulled up under the awning at the front door. Mommy gave her one last extra hard swat on her sit spot, pulled her panties up, and opened the car door. She could just barely hear her mommy’s voice over her loud wailing, “We’ll Ashley dear, we’re here at school, now be a good girl and run along to class!” Mommy said, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Ashley was crying so hard that she didn’t even notice her mommy lift her out of the car and set her on the sidewalk, allowing her skirt to fall and hide her well spanked bottom, and hand her her backpack.
As daddy drove off, Ashley stood on the sidewalk bawling and rubbing her sore fanny as best she could with her large backpack in the way. In a few seconds she regained her bearings and suddenly a new feeling overwhelmed her, embarrassment! Not only was her bottom on fire but she’d been spanked right in front of the school. She looked around, her hand still unable to avoid rubbing her stinging behind. She was glad she’d gotten there before the bus. If her friends had seen this she’d never hear the last of it. She saw Mrs. Teal, the carline attendant, walk over toward her. Desperately she tried to stop crying.
“<hiccup, hiccup> Nothin'” Ashley muttered her hand still desperately rubbing her well spanked bottom.
“Why are you crying, Ashley?” Mrs. Teal insisted sympathetically.
<hiccup, hiccup> “I-I’m n-not crying” Ashley insisted, unconvincingly. Just then the bus came into view. Ashley gasped.
Mrs. Teal understood fully, taking her hand she led the still sobbing girl into the school. “Mrs Lidel,” she addressed the pretty, young, lady who sat at the front desk. “It seems Ms, Ashley has been an naughty little girl and just got her poor little fanny soundly spanked. I’ve gotta go meet the bus. Will you please take Ashley into the staff bathroom and help her clean up before the other kids get here?”
“Sure, Mrs. Teal” Mrs. Lidel said sweetly taking Ashley’s hand and leading her into a quiet room. She sat down on one of the teacher’s lounge chairs and lifted Ashley into her lap. “Now, Ashley dear, tell me what happened?” She said in a kind, sympathetic tone. A sudden torrent of tears coursed out of the little girl as she sobbed out the whole matter, including the fact that she had been making her daddy late for a while.
Mrs. Lidel held the little girl and comforted her, knowing that she needed to get all her tears out. “I know it’s been a rough morning, dear, but your mommy and daddy really do love you. They wouldn’t spank you like that if they didn’t. It shows they love you too much to let you keep such a bad habit.”
“I know, I know, it hurts, I’ve been spanked too, you know. Spankings are supposed to hurt. That will make you not want to do anything to earn another one. But after a spanking I always am a lot better and I always feel very loved by the person who spanked me!”
Ashley cried a little longer then her tears began to subside. “Mrs. Lidel?” Ashley asked hesitantly.
“Yes?” Mrs. Lidel encouraged softly.
“D-did you get spankings too, when you were little?”
“Not when I was little… I wasn’t as lucky as you, My parents didn’t care enough about me to spank me.” she replied.
“But, you said you’ve been spanked too? Who spanked you?” Ashley asked.
Mrs. Lidel blushed a deep pink. “Umm…” She fidgeted nervously. Then looking at her watch she quickly replied. “Oh, look at the time, we’d better get you cleaned up or you’ll be late for class!”
Taking the little girl by the hand she led her to the staff bathroom, relieved that Ashley didn’t press her question. As soon as they entered the bathroom Ashley needed to go potty. Having shared all with Mrs. Lidel she didn’t think twice about it, as she lowered her panties and lifted her skirt to sit on the potty. Mrs. Lidel blushed again as she noticed that the girl had indeed gotten a very sound spanking. When she was done, Mrs Lidel helped Ashley wash her face and redo her hair (which was rather wild from her ordeal.)
Even after washing her face, the girls’ face still looked red and puffy from crying. “They’ll see that I’ve been crying, they’ll know!” Ashley cried mortified as she looked into the mirror.
“Ah, I have just the trick for that!” Mrs. Lidel said riffling through her purse. She pulled out a makeup package and expertly covered all the redness and puffiness on the little girl’s face. “There, Ashley, all pretty again!” Mrs, Lidel pronounced as the girl looked at herself in the mirror. Ashley smiled for the first time that morning. “Now, you’d better get to class. I don’t think your bottom wants to find out what your parents will think of you getting a tardy!”
As a renewed Ashley ran off toward her classroom, Mrs. Lidel closed the door of the bathroom once again. She flipped her own skirt up and lowered her panties then blushed deeply at the sight of her own pink bottom. Her’s was larger than Ashley’s but they both carried the same glow.
Pulling her panties back up, she checked her own makeup in the mirror to ensure that there was no evidence on her face, then returned to her post at the front desk.
Many housewives say they don’t work. But indeed we do work. Our job is to keep the home clean, tidy and in order, and be a help meet for our husbands. Unfortunately many women don’t see this as a job, and don’t make job performance the priority they would if they went to an office for 8 hours a day.
Part of this may come from the fact that there’s incredible job security as a housewife. If she doesn’t do her work at an office, she will be reprimanded then fired. But if she doesn’t do her job at home, she cannot be fired. and if her husband complains he is called a bigoted chauvinist. So she is lacking bother the dignity and discipline of her work.
But while housewives cannot be fired, their husbands can fire them up on their bottoms. When a couple practices domestic discipline, the wife’s job at home is valued and she had consequences if she doesn’t do her work.
The message has taken on a new meaning for them. As every Domestic Discipline wife knows the sorrow and guilt of not being under his discipline is worse than the soreness of your bottom after he spanks you.
When she’s at home she must wear nothing but the shirt. She feels very vulnerable wearing it around the house waiting for him to come home and deal with her.
Of course when she goes out, he lets her wear jeans, but no panties. Even still she feels embarrassed, even though she knows anyone who sees just think she works out, she feels like every woman around her knows the real meaning…
Bruce gazed out over the water, searching for Lindy. Where had she gone? He’d told her that he’d be right back and to wait for him. But now she was gone. He loved this girl a lot. But she was rather stubborn and free spirited. He wanted her to be his. He wanted to put a ring on her finger and marry this girl but she always said, “maybe someday, but not now, I’m not ready to settle down yet. I want to be free!”
Suddenly he spotter her, out in the water, past the sign that warned of a dangerous current. She was struggling against the water with all her strength. Bruce RAN as fast as he could to the ocean and swam powerfully toward her. Grabbing her and pulling her to safety.
“Lindy!” he shouted as he carried her over his shoulder back toward the beach. “What in the world are you doing here? Didn’t you see the sign?”
“I s-saw it, B-but I thought I could handle it, I wanted to see what it was like, I wanted to be free!”
Bruce planted a hard <SLAP> on Lindy’s bottom. Lindy screamed, “What did you do that for? You can’t hit me! Let me down.”
Bruce swatted her again, “I Intend <SLAP> to teach you <SLAP>that freedom <SLAP> doesn’t mean<SLAP> you can do whatever you want. <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>” Bruce scolded as he spannked.
“Hey!” Lindy screamed back resisting his spannking, “how dare you!<SLAP> oww. Let me down! <SLAP> oww. You have no right to <SLAP> owwwwww hit me! <SLAP> Whaaaa. I’m gonna call the <SLAP> owwww cops, I don’t ever want to <SLAP> owwww see you <SLAP> agaiiinnnn whaaaaaa!”
“Lindy, <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP> I love you <SLAP>too much <SLAP> to not get this important message <SLAP>through to you. <SLAP>your disobedient, free spirit almost <SLAP>got you killed! <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>. I don’t care <SLAP> if I go to jail, <SLAP> you’re worth it <SLAP> to me if I could just <SLAP> help <SLAP> you <SLAP> to <SLAP> learn<SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>!”
Bruce Spannked and Lindy fought until all her fight was gone. Finally submitting to Bruce she lay limply over his shoulder and wailed. Bruce suddenly realized what he had done. Now he’d really blown it. If he didn’t end up in jail, she’d certainly never see him again. But he did have to admit, it’d felt good. His sassy girl had needed a good tanning for a long time. And now that she was crying submissively over his shoulder, he felt a great sense of love and protectiveness well up inside him toward her, as he carried her limp sobbing body to a sand bar.
He put Lindy up on the safe sand bar and braced for her on-slot of wrath. Instead she sat there on the sand deep in thought. Finally she smiled meekly at him, “Thank you for saving me, hon!” She said softly, “I-I guess I was pretty stupid huh?”
Bruce was shocked at her change of attitude. “I-I’m sorry I Spannked you, Lindy, I was just so, so–”
“Don’t be,” Lindy interrupted, “I deserved it, In fact I’ve realized I’ve deserved a lot of spannkinggs since we met. I like a man who is strong enough to put me in my place….” Lindy’s voice trailed off and she looked down at the water. “I guess what I’m saying,” Lindy continued very deliberately, “is that I’ve realized that I can’t do it all on my own, I do need a man, and I want that man to be you. I want you to love me, guide me, protect me and discipline me. I am ready to settle down and only then will I be really free.”
Lindy moved in for a long kiss, “Bruce, will you marry me?”
“Hey, I’m supposed to ask that question!” Bruce laughed.
“Well then hurry up and ask, ’cause I’m ready to say yes!” Lindy smiled.
Bruce got down on one knee in the water, gazed up into Lindy’s bright eyes. He saw a peace and joy there that he’d never seen before. “Lindy Ann, Will you marry me?”
“YES!!!” Lindy screeched, leaping into Bruce’s strong arms. “Yes, Yes, Yes a thousand times yes. I want to be yours, I want to submit to you and obey you. I need your strong arms to protect me. YES, YES I’ll marry you!”
They had an incredible moment there by the sand bar. Finally Bruce said, “I think we should get back to shore now.”
“Oh Bruce,” Lindy said helplessly, “I’m scared to go through all that water by myself, I need a strong man to get me safely to shore, please carry me.”
Bruce Chuckled, “Ok Hon,” Bruce turned his back to Lindy, “Hop on!”
And Bruce carried his sweet Fiancee, on his back all the way to shore. When they were safely back on shore, Bruce put her down and put his arm around her tenderly as the walked slowly toward their hotel, each silently lost in their own thoughts.
Finally Lindy broke the silence, “Bruce?”
“I-Meant what I said back there in the sea, About needing a strong man to care for me, guide me and discipline me. And I know that I can be a stubborn and free spirited. But I don’t want that anymore, I want to submit to you, and please you, and obey you. B-but I don’t think I can do that on my own. I need your help. Promise me that you will not let me get by with disobedience or stubbornness or any of that stuff. I don’t wants to do that but I know I will–and–and if I do… Promise me, Bruce, I mean this with all my heart, Promise me that you will put my over your knee and spannk me soundly just like you did out there in the ocean, ok?” Lindy looked at Bruce with pleading eyes.
“Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?” Bruce asked, “If I were to spank you every time you acted up you’d be over my knee constantly!”
“I-I know, and I d-don’t really want to be spannked, b-but I NEED to be. So yes, every time I act up I want you to spankk me and do it soundly, Even if I protest or resist, spaank me anyway! ok? Promise.”
“Ok, Lindy, I promise,” Bruce said giving her a playful swat on her bottom. Lindy smiled and they walked together in comfortable silence back to their hotel.
Epilogue: Bruce had been right about Lindy’s need for discipline, Her life long bad habits came naturally. In fact, They had not been back in the hotel for an hour before Lindy found herself crying over Bruce’s knee. The next morning started with a sound spannking and didn’t end until she’d made the trip over his knee 3 more times. She begged and pleaded with him not to spannk her so hard, but he just reminded her that she was the naugghty girl and he was her disciplinarian, it was his job to decide how hard she needed to be spaanked, not hers. and after each spankking, as Bruce held her in his strong arms, Lindy would look admiringly into Bruce’s eyes and whisper, “Thank you, dear, that was exactly what I needed.”