-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Hash: SHA1 Disclaimer: The following story contains spanking themes. If you are under age, or offended by such matter, read no further. This story is Copyright (c) 1996 by Don A. Landhill (DAL). All rights reserved. Do not copy, transimit, or repost this story without permission from the author. This story was originally posted as part of the A.S.S 1996 short story contest. ********************** The Scolding “You’ve been a very bad little girl, Mary. I don’t know when I’ve seen such naughtiness from you. Sometimes I think you’re *trying* to drive me crazy, or see just how bad you can be. Well, you’ve certainly gone too far this time.” “So you’re sorry, are you? Well, don’t think that pleading looks and downcast eyes are going to have any effect on *me*, Young Lady. When I get done with you, you’re going to be the sorriest little girl ever. You’re going to get the spanking of your young life, Bad Girl, and we’ll see if that teaches you to mend your ways. “ “You let a check bounce, Missy, because you were too lazy to make a deposit. That’s twenty dollars for the check, fifteen more to the bank, and ten more to the store. Maybe forty-five good hard swats with the paddle will teach you to be responsible about money. In fact, I think we’ll make it an even fifty, to make sure the lesson sticks.” “Did you think that I wouldn’t find out how rude you were to my friend Michael? What did you mean by telling him to ‘Butt out!’ when he offered you kindly meant -- and I might add quite wise -- advice? What’s that? ‘Just a joke.’? We’ll see how funny you think it is when you go over my knee for a hard hand-spanking, before you sit down, bare bottomed of course, on the wicker chair to write a note of apology to Michael. If you *ever* do anything like this again, I have a good mind to invite him over to *see* you get spanked - - - and maybe lend a hand himself. Perhaps that will teach you to mind your manners.” “The living room you were supposed to have vacuumed and dusted is *filthy*. The bathroom you are supposed to clean is actually *moldy*. The shopping you were to do isn’t done. And when I asked you said that your chores were all done. *That*, was an out-and-out *lie*, Missy. What? You ‘meant to’? You’re ‘going to’? Indeed you are, with a sore bottom from three dozen with the 18 inch ruler. Maybe that will teach you about organization.” “As for your lies, another dozen with the ruler on your palms, and a good mouthsoaping, may remind you to tell the truth in future.” “And last night you came home three hours late and *DRUNK*! You *Drove*! You’re grounded for two weeks; no car for a month. For breaking curfew, two dozen with the strap. For drinking we’ll wear out a pair of switches on your thighs. And for Drunk Driving -- thirty-six with the heavy cane. Perhaps that will change your ways.” “Now stand in the corner, skirts up, until I’m ready to deal with you. And think!” While Mary stood in the corner, she thought hard. She wished she had a boyfriend who would spank her good. Scolding yourself just wasn’t the same. - -D.A.L. July 1996 -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: PGPfreeware 6.5.8 for non-commercial use <http://www.pgp.com> iQA/AwUBPd5Fc0A9ED4O4pfAEQJx/wCdHfyA1D3K6vYCfon2JgoV4w21nfoAoIGu TCcFhbCP5adM7XTzWIjMFHDT =mMKz -----END PGP SIGNATURE-----