justamomma123:squaremarguerite: Évidemment Chloé que nous allons descendre la culotte
justamomma123:squaremarguerite: Évidemment Chloé que nous allons descendre la culotte ! Vos parents ne vous ont jamais fessée ? La correction est beaucoup plus efficace quand on la donne sur des petites fesses toutes nues ! Momma is about to teach this girl a lesson. Grades The original caption:Of course Chloe we’re going to get the panties down! Did your parents ever spank you? The correction is much more effective when it is applied to bare buttocks!***‘La mama’ is completely in charge ‘within the four corners of this house!’ as she likes to say, and whether she really spanks her own kids – and her husband! (I can’t imagine) – I don’t know. But I do know that she doesn’t mind help keeping me on the straight and narrow!When I get this help, my grades – along with other aspects of my life – go along pretty well. But that doesn’t mean we can’t play a game now and then! I, personally, dislike the idea of intentionally misbehaving – even ‘bratting’ – I prefer to try my best all the time and get ‘encouragement’ spankings that keep me from doing something – skipping class, or snacking excessively, for example. So, really, ‘with a little help from my friend’, my report card was excellent! And I could have lied about it, gotten spanked, and then admitted I’d been faking – but I wanted her to be able to be as proud of my achievement as I was! What I’m saying is, we were both in the know when the game started – and I didn’t expect that to ‘keep me out of trouble’! These games sort of rock between me trying to stay out of trouble and me still making sure I get a good spanking!“But… but… why are you taking those down?” I beg – as if I didn’t know.“Over you go, Lauren…” She folds me over her lap, her hand searching my small, narrow, and very tender bottom. “Just when do report cards come out, young lady?”“Um… Monday?” I say. Will I be spanked for lying, as well? (Remember, we’re making this up as we go along).“Next Monday?”Suddenly the hand on my bottom seems all the more dangerous – as if it wasn’t already! “Umm… no,” I admit.“No.” Her hand stops and I brace for a smack. “Last Monday.”“Oh… right,” I confess.“And have I seen it?”“Um, no?”“No – I have not. And what am I to conclude from that?” Her hand is now resting on my back – but seems no less threatening. I’m beginning to suspect that this might not be a hand spanking at all. “I dunno…” is all I can say.“I take it it is not what we expected?”Okay, well that’s not good… “Better than last time,” I insist.“Let’s hope so!” she says in a menacing tone. “We don’t want a repeat of last summer, do we?”This image makes me shudder – though those aren’t the only shivers I’m feeling. I’m wishing her hand was back wandering over my bottom, maybe getting interested in other things? I arch my back.“It was… it was good!” I tell her, sending us in a little different direction. “I mean, maybe not…”“Not your best effort?” As in, not good enough – as in spanking.“Well, sort of my best effort…”smack! smack!“In what way ‘sort of’?” she demands in a wary voice.“Well, mostly – and maybe I couldn’t have tried any harder?”“But?”smack! smack!“I, um, sometimes… when you said I should study, I went out and had fun, instead?”smack! smack! smack! smack!“When I said you should?”smack! smack! smack! smack!“When you… told me to?”smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack!“So!”smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack!“You disobeyed me!”smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack!“Deliberately?”Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!“Um… uh huh…” I’m wincing and kicking at this point – concerning because she’s just getting started!Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!“What was that?” she asks.Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!“Yes! I did…”Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!“Deliberately,” I admit.Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!“So I had told you to study… and you were ‘out having fun’.”Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!“Ow! Sorta…” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! “I mean, it wasn’t always” Smack! Smack! “Ow! all that fun… and all…”“And what were you doing?” She kept on spanking me, slowly, with plenty of sting and hard enough to hurt, and the fire was really starting to build. Meanwhile, we were still on the ‘lecture’, if even!“Um, well…” I try to take a deep breath, which is hard, “a slumber party, for one… but…”“BUT?”“OW! OW! that wasn’t even ‘out’!”“WHAT?”“It was… OW! GAA! it was… here? OW! OW! OH! AHH!”“So when I was in Portland…” - another barrage on my bottom – “AND told you to study…” – her spanks move lower and get harder, by now I am shamelessly flutter kicking, frog-kicking, everything… - “you decided to have a slumber party… HERE!”All I can do is nod my head, hard, fast, jerky nods as she angrily assaults my bottom.“Well then…” This seems to be a conclusion, since she says nothing more and I take over the conversation with apologies and promises and just plain begging – and a whole lot of tears.At some point we are both exhausted and she stops. My God! She really set my butt on fire with just her hand – I’m going to be sore tomorrow and maybe longer. I start to get up but she holds me in place. “Here’s what we’ll do,” she announces. “We’ll go in the bedroom and finish this spanking.” That means the hairbrush on top of my battered bottom! “This weekend, we’ll have chores – the whole time. And when I think you need another spanking, you’ll get one! If you’re really good – and watch that smart mouth of yours – you might get yourself out of a few of them! Now up! And git!” -- source link