PlanningI’m Facetiming with Melissa…“Um, Mrs. Hunter?” I say – that&r
PlanningI’m Facetiming with Melissa…“Um, Mrs. Hunter?” I say – that’s our signal that she needs to ‘take charge’ – and that I need a spanking…“Yes, sweetie? What have you done?” She says this without a trace of disapproval.“Um… stayed up too late?” I say as if I didn’t know for sure.“Oh, honey – I thought we were past that! What do you need?”“Um, a Six, maybe?”“Wow, that was late! What happened? Just couldn’t sleep? Or?”“No, just thinkin’… stuff…” There are plenty of ways I can get in even more trouble staying up late, but a ‘Six’ is plenty bad enough.“Okay, well, when you come over we’ll get it taken care of.” It’s always so simple with her… unless it’s something between us… but for something like this she’s just ‘you did it, you get it.’ Which doesn’t mean that she doesn’t lay down a heck of a spanking…“And…” I blurt out – and stop. I do this because I might lose my nerve, but once she hears ‘and’ she knows I have some to say – none of this ‘never mind’ or ‘forget it’ for her…“A two?” A ‘Two’ isn’t much… hardly worth mentioning…“Oh, I’m sorry! A Two, too? Are you sure?”“Uh huh…”“Nicole… tell me…”“Just, got a little angry… tore something up that I was working on…”“Nicole Michelle! And you’ve been doing so well! Are you sure it was just a Two?”“Uh huh, I got right over it, and it didn’t take long to re-do, and turned out better.” I’ve learned that spankings can always get worse if it’s the least bit merited.“Well, we’ll have a busy afternoon, won’t we? I’ll just bet you’ll want to be good after that!”“Um… and…”“And? Is there more?”“Kinda…”“Okay then, go ahead…”“I wasn’t nice to my mom…”“You weren’t!” she says, her cheery face becoming serious for the first time. “How could you?” We try to treat my relationship with my mom, in some ways, like it reflects on my treatment of her – or maybe vice versa.“No, no – not like that!” If I yell at my mom, for instance, I’m in really big trouble – so I’ve stopped! “I just, she was trying to be nice, and I was kind of ignoring her… but not really…”“You could have been more enthusiastic?” she prompts.“Yeah – that’s it.”“So what – a Four?” I’d been hoping for a three, but not sure I can justify it. We take ‘mom’ stuff really seriously (and it’s helped around here a lot.)“I guess…”“Have you apologized?”“Um, no… I wanted to talk with you first…” I hold my breath – like I said, spankings can get worse, in a hurry.“But you will… right away… won’t you, Nicole?”“Yes, ma’am – right away.” For some reason it’s easier when I’ve been told to. And I know my mom will just think I’m being silly. “She’s probably forgotten about it,” I say, before realizing that may be a mistake.“I think ‘probably’ she hasn’t,” Mrs. Hunter says, and I tremble as I wait to hear that my spanking has ‘gone up’. But she goes on.“Whew – that’s a lot of spanking, sweetie. I’d better have an extra box of tissues on hand.” Again, she says all this with the breezy acceptance of someone being told there’ll be an extra person for dinner. “I wish I could pick you up and drop you off – I don’t like you driving with your bottom so sore,” she says, which doesn’t make me feel any less anxious. But she can’t – we’re not really ready to ‘go public’ with all this.“Now, Nicole – what have you got on? Pants? And panties?”“Uh huh…” I tell her - she knows I don’t wear many skirts.“Let’s have them down and you can kneel by your bed and think… I’ll beep you in half an hour…”“Okay,” I say kind of sullenly. (Why sullen? Didn’t I ask for this?)“And when you get here Thursday we’ll get this all sorted out!”Seriously, the hardest part about kneeling for half an hour is clasping my hands so they don’t go get me in more trouble… -- source link