Monday, May 13, 2013

Girl, Get Ready!

© Guyspencer 2013

                                                                 Girl, Get Ready!

Tears ran down Anna’s face.  The tears didn’t seem to faze her mother.  Neither had Anna’s excuses.  Neither had Anna’s begging for a second chance and earnest promises for future perfect behavior.  In fact Cindy, Anna’s mother, had quickly ordered Anna to stop begging.  Such manipulation was something that Cindy had little tolerance for.

It was time for Anna to pay the price for her behavior at school. “A seventeen year-old girl shouldn’t be spanked at all, especially not in front of her kid brother and sister” thought Anna morosely as she kicked off her shoes and lowered her slacks.

Moments earlier, Anna had heard those dreaded words, “Girl, get ready!”  The only variation on that phrase that Anna could remember was when it was her brother in trouble.   Then it became, “Boy, get ready!”.  When her mother spoke those words, a spanking always ensued.

Most parents have a set routine that they use to inform one their charges that they are about to be spanked.  There is the old “rolling up the sleeve” act, some parents just quietly leave the room and return with a hairbrush, some might pat their laps; and there’s the ever-popular unbuckling of the belt with the snake-like noise it makes being withdrawn from the loops.  But Anna’s mother, Cindy Bowman, simply says “Girl, (or boy) get ready!

Cindy Bowman had to be tough.  Her husband, who worked for a contractor on primarily foreign jobs, was almost never home.  Yes, the money was good, but poor Cindy was left to do 95% of the parenting herself.  That meant she had to be both father and mother combined.  Sometimes she felt like she had a dual personality, because at any given moment, she might be pressed into either the “good cop” or the “bad cop” mode.  Unfortunately, for the next two days Cindy would be forced to play the “bad cop” role with her oldest daughter. 

She felt really bad for Anna right now.  The note was still there on the coffee table, and Cindy was forced to deal with it.  Anna really hadn’t meant to get into trouble at school.  It was a prank that went horribly wrong.  Fortunately nobody was hurt, but there was damage to school property and to a teacher’s clothing. 

Anna had been the ringleader.  To her credit, she took full responsibility for the farce.  Rigid School Board “zero tolerance” rules left the Principal with no alternative except to suspend Anna for two days.  The paddle had been retired at this school, so that wasn’t an option.  Anna would be assigned schoolwork so she wouldn’t get behind her class, but this would still sully her permanent record.  Today was Monday, Anna would return to school Thursday morning.      

Cindy drove to school to collect her daughter, her books, and her assignments.  Cindy was just mad enough at her daughter to get a bit of pleasure watching her face turn bright red as she told the Principal, “I assure you that these next two days will be no vacation for Anna.  Since you aren’t allowed to use the paddle any more, that will be my job.  My her bare bottom will become well acquainted with my hairbrush.  She’ll still be squirming when she returns to school.”

That pleased the Principal,“I appreciate your support and I can see that you’re quite capable of dealing with the situation.” he enthused as he escorted them from his office.

Seldom used, the hairbrush was the Bowman family’s ultimate punishment.  Cindy had only felt it once before.  On hearing her mother’s plans she burst into tears, informing the Principal that this was no idle threat. 

On the way home, Cindy avoided yelling at her daughter, but did say, “I meant everything I said to the Principal.  Don’t blame me or make this harder than necessary because this is all your doing, not mine.  You’ll get that spanking, and you’ll be on strict restriction until you return to school.  You will work all day at schoolwork.  Your brother and sister see that your suspension is no vacation.  Understand?

Meekly, yet still slightly grudgingly, Anna agreed.     

At home, they had a long “talk”in the living room.  Anna tried everything to soften her mother’s plans for her.  First minimizing what she had done, then making excuses, and finally begging for respite.  Meanwhile her younger siblings, Bill and Sherry, arrived from school.  Sensing trouble, they quickly made themselves scarce.   When the begging started, Cindy decided to end the conversation with those feared words, “Girl, get ready!”

Anna knew what to do, but that didn’t stop a new flood of tears as she obeyed orders by kicking off her shoes, removing her pants, and then her blouse.  All too soon for her, she stood before her mother clad only in bra, panties and tears.  As per family rule for spanking attire, she had pulled the panties down in the rear to display her white bottom.

Cindy looked at her developing daughter with a critical eye.  Today Anna happened to be wearing filmy French-cut panties that Cindy had reluctantly purchased for her.  Even though the material doubled across her sex, the panties left little to the imagination.  This wouldn’t do!  “Go put on more modest panties, find your brother and sister and tell them to come, and then fetch me the hairbrush.

Stomach roiling with that special “about to be spanked” feeling, Anna obediently left.  In her bedroom, she looked in the mirror and saw why her mother suggested she change panties.  She had to admit, that was a good call!  Then she knocked on her brother’s & sister’s bedroom doors, and choked out the words that they were to come downstairs.  After a quick bathroom break, she retrieved the hairbrush from her mother’s dresser, and crept into the living room to find everybody waiting.

If Bill and Sherry harbored doubts about the purpose of this meeting, they were dispelled when they saw their big sister dressed only in bra and panties, and with the back of her panties pulled down to expose her bare bottom.         

As Anna put the hairbrush into her mother’s outstretched hand, she scrunched her gluteal muscles in unhappy anticipation of what she expected next.

As it turned out, Cindy had a surprise up her sleeve.  Although Anna couldn’t decide if is was a good or bad surprise.  Cindy placed the hairbrush in the center of the coffee table.  Then she explained to Bill and Sherry what Anna had done, about her school suspension, and about her plans for Anna’s 2-day suspension period. 

“Anna will remain dressed just as you see her now.  Naturally, she will be on full restriction.  During the day, we will roughly follow Anna’s school schedule.  She will study her books and do  exercises as if she were in class.  Also, just like in a normal class day, she will do her homework after school hours.  I will check all of her work.  I won’t be harsh, but she will work hard and display a good attitude, or her outfit will make her bottom very convenient. Understand?”

Since Anna was hearing this for the first time, all three children nodded, wide-eyed.

Cindy continued, “I have promised Anna a good hard hairbrush spanking for her behavior at school.  I know she expects that right now, but she’ll actually get it Wednesday afternoon.  That gives her plenty of time to look at this hairbrush and think.”

“One more thing!  Don’t tease Anna or you will share that hairbrush with her.  Understand?”

Bill and Sherry nodded solemnly.

On realizing her reprieve from the severe spanking she had expected momentarily, Anna felt a curious mixture of relief and trepidation.    


The next day was among the worst of Anna’s life.  Mother roused her from bed at the usual time.  It felt funny to sit at the breakfast table, with Bill and Sherry dressed for school, but with her in her spanking outfit; which was bra and panties only with the panties lowered in back.  As they bustled around preparing for school, Anna sat as much as possible to hide her bare bottom.

Soon they left and the house became deathly quiet.  Mother told her to get her books and to work at the kitchen table.  Obligingly, mother cleared half the table for Anna.  When Anna sat, she found herself looking straight through the door into the dining room.  Framed in the door was the coffee table.  In “pride of place” on that coffee table was that dammed hairbrush!

School periods always felt long to Anna, but today they felt ten times longer!  Using the example questions at the end of each assigned chapter, mother assigned study questions for Anna to answer.  Mother made a demanding teacher, insisting her work be correct and neat, and making her redo whatever failed to please. 

This was supposed to be a day of punishment, but also Cindy wanted her daughter to learn those chapters so she wouldn’t find herself behind in school.  So Cindy carefully modulated her “good cop, bad cop” routine in favor of productivity.  Regardless, tension still built up in the girl and resentment began to show.  Anna felt trapped, bored, and abused.  Not allowed to disappear into her room, she guzzled water for an excuse to go to the bathroom often.  There, she would stay as long as she dared.  As Anna’s mood darkened, her responses to her mother became less respectful.  There was one small incident where Anna accidentally returned from the bathroom with her panties pulled full up in back.  Her mother’s response was firm and not shrill, but still it rankled Anna to be told to expose her bottom.  “You know what my bottom looks like mom!”

Showing amazing patience, Cindy didn’t allow herself to be baited into yelling at Anna.  During the math lesson, Anna finally blew.  She had gotten the same problem wrong three times in a row, in spite of Cindy’s repeated explanation.  Suddenly Anna threw down her pencil and stalked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.  She expected her mother to angrily bang on the door, but heard only silence.

Five minutes later, Anna slunk out of the bathroom.  Her mother wasn’t in the kitchen, but wasn’t hard to find.  She was sitting on the couch, her usual spanking spot.  When she saw Anna, she spoke those hated words, “Girl, get ready!”  Wearing her punishment outfit, “getting ready” simply involved laying herself across her mother’s lap. 

Cindy lowered Anna’s panties to the hollow of her knees.  Stroking her back, she reminded her that she would rather not be acting as her daughter’s combination teacher and jailer.  This wasn’t mother’s fault, but entirely her (Anna’s) fault.  “Under the circumstances, have I done anything to you that’s harsh or unfair?” Cindy asked.  Tears flowing from her eyes, Anna conceded that she was being treated fairly. 

Cindy used only her hand.  Using the same restraint that she had shown all morning, she spanked only enough to make her daughter’s nether cheeks pink, and (more importantly) to trigger a cleansing torrent of tears.

She put the bawling girl on her feet, and pulled her panties back into place before speaking,  “Now you have a simple choice.”

“Wha...what?” Anna blubbered.

“If you’re still mad at me, go do some corner time to get a break from me.  Or if you’re over being mad, we could take a break from your studies to do some cuddling and talking.”

Anna’s answer was to crawl into her mother’s lap.  It was the best talk they had enjoyed together for a long time.

The combination of tears, talking, cuddling and lunch greatly improved Anna’s disposition.  The afternoon was still drudgery for Anna, but her disposition was far improved. 

That evening, Cathy allowed Anna the solitude of her bedroom to do her homework assignments, but was allowed no phone calls or entertainment, as per the family’s usual restriction rules.  There was one small punishment that Anna still had to endure that evening; she had to describe her day to Bill and Sherry.

Just before their bedtime, Cindy called everyone down to the living room.  Anna arrived, blushing in her spanking outfit.  Normally there were no private punishments in this house, so Cindy had given Anna the choice of describing her spanking or repeating it.  After describing her boring and work-filled day, Anna described her spanking and how she had earned it.  To Cindy’s satisfaction, she even enhanced it a bit.

Exactly as Cindy wished, Bill and Sherry went to bed thoroughly convinced that they never wanted to be suspended from school.

The second day went much like the first, except this was to be the day of Anna hairbrush spanking!  The first day, the prospect of that impending spanking had been like a monkey sitting on Anna’s back, today it more like a gorilla. 

After Bill and Sherry left for school, Anna haltingly, tearfully, and fearfully asked for her spanking.  Cindy quickly refused.  For their own good, Cindy wanted Bill and Sherry to witness that spanking.  Besides, Anna would hardly feel like studying with the sore bottom Cindy intended to give her, so the entire study day would be wasted if she spanked Anna now. 

There was a third reason, actually Cindy’s main reason for delaying Anna’s spanking:  Cindy wanted Anna to take a sore, visibly-spanked bottom back to school so that the school’s staff and Anna’s friends would know that Anna had suffered punishment, rather than enjoying an impromptu two-day vacation.  The sooner she spanked Anna, the harder that spanking must be to ensure that she was still visibly sore on Thursday morning.  Cindy wouldn’t admit it, but  delaying Anna’s spanking was actually a kindness.          Anna requested to sit in another chair today, so she wouldn’t have to look at the hairbrush.  Cindy had purposely faced Anna towards the hairbrush, but her inner “good cop” won that argument.  Cindy allowed Anna to sit with her back towards the waiting hairbrush. 
Unlike yesterday, this morning went well.  Anna did well in her studies, with none yesterday’s bad temper.  Cindy’s “good cop” suggested a reward, perhaps a nice restaurant lunch, but the “bad cop” reluctantly vetoed the idea.  Rewards simply don’t fit into a punishment day.  Besides, Bill and Sherry would be sure to hear of it, making Anna’s suspension seem more vacation-like to them.  They had sandwiches for lunch.

Unsurprisingly, Anna became more distracted as the afternoon progressed.  She desperately wished that her mother hadn’t delayed her paddling, because now it would be over!  Cindy saw the signs, saw Anna peeking at the hairbrush despite her resolve not to, and felt sorry for her.  Still, hard as it was for both of them, and painful as it would be for Anna, Anna had an important lesson to learn.  Further, Bill and Sherry would painlessly learn an important lesson by witnessing Anna’s punishment.  And then there was the larger matter; the school staff and students needed to know that Anna had really been punished.  So Cindy intended to use that hairbrush to deliver a memorable spanking.  A spanking nothing at all like yesterday’s little ass-warming.

In spite of Anna’s distraction, she finished her studies early.  This had been quietly planned by Cindy.  Since working with a freshly hairbrushed bottom would be difficult for Anna, Cindy allowed Anna to do her homework early.  This put Anna in a better mood, and distracted her thoughts from that nasty hairbrush that leered at her from the coffee table.

When Anna heard Bill and Sherry arrive, she put her head down on the table and sobbed.  Cindy greeted them, and then went to Anna.  “Anna?  We could do this later, but I think now is best.  Don’t you?”

Head still down, Anna nodded almost imperceptibly.

“Girl, get ready!”

Cindy had arranged the scene carefully.  Bill must witness his sister’s punishment, but not get any gratuitous female anatomy lessons in the process.  She was OK with him seeing Anna’s bare bottom, because a buttock is a buttock, but she would keep Anna’s groin area hidden and not give him a rear view of Anna’s charms as her legs kicked.  She pointed him to a chair directly across from her.

Then she turned her attention to Anna.  She hugged her, futilely wiped away tears, told her she loved her, but then told her why she must be spanked and what she should learn from it.  Then, addressing Bill and Sherry, she repeated the reasons for Anna’s spanking and reminded them what they should learn from their big sister’s punishment. 

Unwillingly, Anna took one last look at that nasty hairbrush that had sat waiting for the last two days.  Then, sobbing openly, she put herself across her mother’s lap.  She knew what would happen next, so she cooperated a bit by raising her bottom so Cindy could slip off her panties.  Cindy placed them on the couch next to her.        

She started off with a hand spanking, a serious one.

Bill and Sherry watched soberly as their big sister writhed, kicked and squealed through an unusually long and hard hand spanking. Their mother didn’t seem to discriminate between buttock and thigh, but simply placed spanks randomly over the area until her hand prints merged together and Anna’s bottom miraculously turned first pink, then red., and finally bright red..

At first, Anna tried to be “good” for her punishment.  She had several motives for this:  First, it seemed smart to appease her mother.  Second, she didn’t want to disgrace herself in front of her siblings, although that was inevitable.  Third, opening her legs, even momentarily to kick, gave her mother access to spank her inner thighs, one of Anna’s least favorite spanking sites.

Inevitably, Anna’s attempts to be “good” were wasted.  All too soon she was uncontrollably kicking, screeching, begging, and twisting her way through her punishment as her bottom cheeks flattened with each spank, and then jiggled back into shape.  Her struggles inevitably wore her out.  With exhaustion creeping in, the girl gradually gave up the struggle until she was limp and simply wailing in response to her final spanks.

There was a pause as Cindy reached for the hairbrush.  Addled as she was, Anna figured out what was happening and piteously begged, “Nooooooooo.”    

Anna became increasingly frantic as she felt herself being adjusted over her mother’s lap.  She found herself over only one leg, with the other pinning her legs down.  Then she felt her mother  firmly pin her wrist into her back and push hard to pin her into place so her unwillingly presented bottom couldn’t escape the bite of  that hairbrush.

. “Nooooooooo mommy, noooooooo.”        

Cindy steeled herself, putting the “bad cop” firmly in charge.  Decades later, this might be called child abuse, but in the 1970s it passed as something a loving parent must occasionally do.  She would prefer to call it “marking” or “branding” but Cindy meant to deliberately bruise her daughter’s bare bottom.

She raised the hairbrush high.  Bill’s eyes got big.  Sherry, already damp-eyed from viewing her sister’s suffering, closed her eyes tightly.  The brush crashed down into teenaged buttflesh with a loud “POP” sound.  Anna jerked, bucked, and then threw her head back and howled.

Cindy’s eyes filled with tears, distorting her view of Anna’s bottom.  She gritted her teeth, spanking with fast, moderately hard strokes.  In Cindy’s mind, Anna was already 90% spanked, this was just the “finishing touch”, so she didn’t prolong it.  She gave Anna only enough swats to produce a particular mottled appearance.  Those mottled areas would become moderate bruises to make sitting temporarily uncomfortable and to provide visual evidence of Anna’s punishment for Anna’s female classmates to see.
Cindy stopped to wipe the tears from her eyes so that she could critically check her work.  In the process, she smeared her mascara.  She held the bawling girl in position as she examined the still-cringing spanked bottom.  Finally, she decided the job was done.  Softly, she told Anna that her punishment was over and that she had taken it well.
The punishment was done, but Anna still lay across her lap sans panties.  Cindy dealt with that little problem by sending Bill and Sherry off to their homework.  “Stay in your rooms until I call you for supper.  I’ll take care of Anna.”

Finally she allowed the spanked girl to her feet.  She gave Anna a quick hug, and then released her.  With her brother and sister gone, Anna was able to rub, do a “spank dance,” and then cry her last tears into her mother’s shoulder in relative privacy.

When Anna seemed somewhat recovered, Cindy asked, “Do you want these panties back on? 
Anna shook her head, “No mom, I never want to wear anything tight again.”

Recognizing an early sign of recovery, Cindy smiled at her daughter’s wry little joke.  With a flourish, Cindy produced a nightgown that she had stashed for the occasion.  She pulled the loose garment over Anna, fully restoring her modesty for the first time in two days.  Anna’s punishment was over.

The spanking marked the end of Anna’s restriction.  Cindy would offer affection, but nothing for Anna’s sore bottom; no ice, lotion, or even aspirin.  Her bottom’s hurt was intended to reinforce Anna’s lesson.

Cindy pulled a quick supper together.  Meanwhile, Anna returned the hairbrush and fetched herself a pillow to sit on.  Supper was quiet.   Anna still had damp eyes, but there was relief in the air.  Finally, Bowman family life could return to normal.


Anna was to have one more fairly bad day.  She looked forward to her return to school, but not to the prospect of putting her sore bottom in those hard chairs.  She would either squirm or stand all day.  Either way, she would make a spectacle of herself and advertise that she had been spanked.  However, to hide her spanked bottom, she hoped to somehow escape gym class.

Cindy walked to school with Anna.  At the entrance, they parted with a quick non-embarrassing hug.  Anna went to her first class while Cindy went to see the Principal.  There, she told him that Anna’s schoolwork was up to date and warned him that Anna’s bottom was freshly spanked. 

“She will be squirmy today and might even need to stand some, but I wanted her ‘partners-in-crime’ to see that she received a real consequence, not a two-day vacation.  Also, see that Anna doesn’t talk her way out of gym class.  We need the other girls to see what happened to her bottom.”

To Cindy’s amusement, the tough old man blushed as that mental image registered in the reptilian part of his male brain,  “Consider it done!  I can only agree.  Often suspensions look suspiciously like rewards.  Thanks to you, word will quickly get around that Anna’s suspension was no picnic.  Parents like you make my job easy.”

The Principal’s praise ringing in her ears, Cindy celebrated by treating herself to a coffee and a sweet roll on the way home.  Now she could give her internal “bad cop” a rest, at least until her next parenting crisis!

© Guyspencer 2013


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