Attitude Adjustment 2:
A Spanking Vignette
By Don A. Landhill and Sampast
Copyright © 2002, All rights reserved.

    

She is writing one of her little vignettes. She lets me see the draft. It includes a passage where she was “so relaxed” that she “floated right up to the ceiling”.

“Cute, but not practical,” I say. “You may be slim, but not that light.”

She stomps her foot.  “You're not supposed to read it that literally. Hrrrmmmmmpphhh!” she snorts.

“But that's the fun part.”  I pause.  “And, young lady, haven't we spoken about foot stomping and snorting before, under the heading of ‘lack of respect’? What do you have to say for yourself, Missy?

“Awwwwww, geez, I's sorrrrrrry. Hmmmmph!” Again she ends her comment with a snort, which she knew perfectly well I took as a sign of disrespect.

“I see that you need a lesson.  You just sit yourself down, young lady, and write ‘I will always show respect by word and deed’ 50 times, neatly.”

“Awwwwwwww,” she complains.  But then she writes it 50 times and hands it to me.  I notice that she has written the entire thing backwards, quite a feat but clearly defiant.  She giggles uncontrollably and waits to see what I will do.

“Very cute, but deliberately sassy,” I say.  “If you are going to be so backwards, then I will teach my lesson from the back – via your backside, that is.  Get your naughty little butt bare and over my lap, young lady, right now.”

“NOOOOOOOOOO, I don't wannnnnnnna spankin!  I was just funnnning ya.” She pouts as if she were a little kid. It is one of her more endearing expressions, but I am not distracted.

“It’s too late for that excuse, young lady.  You persisted in disrespect after I called you on it once.  Now take what you have coming. One... Two...”

She knows that if I get to “five” she is in even bigger trouble.  She immediately runs over to my side and puts herself over my lap, pushing her pants and panties down, too.  She stares at the rug, muttering “How do I get myself into these situations?” I don’t bother to answer her.

I pick up the hairbrush and start to spank her bare bottom, good and hard. {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}

{Whack!} “You will not {Whack!} sass me!. {Whack!} {Whack!} You will not {Whack!} disobey me. {Whack!} {Whack!} When I give you lines {Whack!}  you will write them {Whack!} neatly {Whack!} and properly {Whack!} front {Whack!} way {Whack!} round!” {Whack!} {Whack!}

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}  I end the spanking, with her rear nice and red. She is yelling quite a bit, and promising to be good.

I stand her up, and continue to scold her, “All right, sit yourself back down, young lady, bare bottom, and re-do your lines, properly this time, and 100 times, just to make sure that the lesson sticks. Then you may spend some time in the corner, and then we'll see if you can behave for a bit.”

“Owwwwwwwwwww!”  She is crying hard.  When she sits on the hard chair, it hurts so much that she jumps back up.  I frown and look at her sharply; she puts herself right back in the chair.  She sits down gently, sobbing a little, and starts to write. 

After writing 43 lines, she pauses to shake her hand. I’ve heard her complain about writing lines before; she claims that it feels like her hand is falling off.

She says, “Can I take a break? I need to use the bathroom.  Pleeeeaaasse, sir? I'm so sorrrrrrrrry I was sassy.”

“All right, but in five minutes I want to see you right back here and writing again.  No longer, understand, Missy? I should hope that you are sorry, young lady. I expect better behavior out of you.”

She uses the bathroom, trying to dawdle a little. After several minutes I open the door to check on her, but she comes right out and gently sits down again.  She continues her lines without a sound. I shake my finger at her for dawdling, but I decide that she is not quite over the line, so I don't do anything more.

When she is finished, she presents her lines to me.  They are neatly done, and I say; “Now that's my good girl.  You are back on track, I think.  Corner time, now, and if you behave there, you will be fully forgiven, and this will be over.  Remember, stand quietly with your nose right in the corner and your hands on your head.”

She walks primly to the corner, and puts her hands on her head.  I watch her for perhaps five minutes, and then I leave the room. Perhaps 25 minutes later I return, only to find that she has sat down in the corner and fallen asleep. 

I shake her shoulder just enough to wake her. “Young Lady! How dare you?! I told you to *stand* in the corner. I did not tell you to lie down and go to sleep.” {This is a bit of an exaggeration, but she has sort of sprawled from a sitting position in her sleep.} “I see that your idea of obedience is very different from mine.   Well, if you are so tired, you may go to bed early tonight -- without any supper.  But first, I have a little reminder for you about doing as you are told, and then you will start your corner time all over again.”

I take her by the earlobe and haul her across the room. On the way, I pick up a ruler.  I sit in a straight chair and take her over my knees.  I start to paddle her, good and hard. {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}

“You will not {Crack!} disobey me! {Crack!}  When you are sent {Crack!} to the corner {Crack!} you will stand there {Crack!} properly {Crack!} {Crack!} until I let you out. {Crack!} {Crack!}  You will not {Crack!} sit down! {Crack!}  {Crack!} You will not {Crack!} go to sleep! {Crack!} {Crack!} You will not {Crack!} even {Crack!}  rub {Crack!} your naughty little bottom! {Crack!} {Crack!} What do you have to say {Crack!} for yourself, {Crack!} {Crack!}   Missy?” {Crack!} {Crack!}

“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww,  yessssssssssssssirrrrrrrrrr! I'm soooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrry! I didn't mean to sit down, I, I, I, I'm sorry, sir.  It won't happen again,” she wails. She puts her head down and sobbbbbbbbbbs.

“I'm sure it won't.  I know you can behave if you'll only try a bit harder. Your spanking is over. There.” I let her recover for a bit, then invite her into a big, forgiving hug.

She lets me hold her tight as though she were a young child.  After she finishes sobbing and sniffing, she looks over at the corner and then up at me.  “I gotta go back there?” she asks in a pleading tone.

“Yes, you do.  I told you would have to re-do your corner time, and I meant it.  But if you behave, then maybe you can be out of trouble.  Now scoot to the corner, and this time stay there, properly, young lady. Understand?”  I give her a light smack to speed her on her way to the corner. She runs to the corner, and puts her hands on her head and stands there very quietly. I suspect that she is dying to rub, but she does as she is told and keeps her hands still on her head.

I check on her from time to time. After about forty minutes, I call her out of the corner.  “What do you have to say for yourself now, young lady?” I ask her.

“I'm sorry, sir, I'll be good,” she says in a sincere and humble tone.

“That's my good girl.  I'm pleased to see you like this.  Tell you what.  If you behave yourself for the rest of the afternoon, I will cancel your early bedtime. And you won’t have to go to bed without supper, either.”

“REALLY? OH THANK YOU, SIR.”  She kisses my cheek. 

“That's my good girl. See, it does pay to behave yourself. Now you may go on about your chores – you are forgiven.“ I give her a hug to show that I’m not holding any grudges.

As soon as I give her the go ahead, she starts on her chores around the house.  She behaves herself until dinnertime, so I cancel the early bedtime without supper. Instead we enjoy a nice meal together. Afterwards I head upstairs. I had cooked supper, so it is her task to clear up the supper things and wash the dishes. I am working upstairs, but things seem strangely silent down below. After this has gone on for more than half an hour, I go down to check.  The dishes are still stacked in the kitchen, nothing has been done except the food has been put away.  I go into the den and there she is, on the computer.

“Is this what you call behaving yourself, Missy? You know the rule, no computer fun until after your evening chores are done.  The dishes are still all over the kitchen, getting hard, and nothing is put away.  Log off right now, young lady! No computer for you for the rest of tonight or tomorrow.   You have a sound spanking coming, young lady, and then you will do the dishes and go straight to bed.”

“NOOOOOOO, sir, no, I'm sorrry, I just was, uh, was looking for a recipe, and uh --“

“Don't you dare make it worse by lying to me, young lady.  I saw you. You were reading email and had a chat room open.  I want you to bare your bottom, and bend yourself over the back of that chair, young lady,” I say, pointing at her computer chair, “and do it right now.  I'm surprised at you, you know far better than this.”

She sniffles and gulps, doing as I say.  She looks strange bending over the computer chair this way. “It hurts,” she complains, but she doesn’t dare move.  “I'm s-s-sorry, sir,” she cries.

“You should be, young lady. You know much better than this. Chores come first, fun later, and you agreed to these. And then you tried to lie your way out of things.” I step over to the desk, and pick up a wooden ruler. I step back and start to paddle her rear. {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}

“You will {Crack!} {Crack!} finish your chores {Crack!} before you play {Crack!}  on the computer {Crack!} or anywhere else!” {Crack!} {Crack!}

{Crack!} {Crack!}  “I am very {Crack!} {Crack!} disappointed in you, {Crack!} {Crack!} young lady, {Crack!} and after I canceled {Crack!} your early bedtime {Crack!} {Crack!} too.” {Crack!}

“Well, {Crack!} you *will* go to bed {Crack!} just as soon {Crack!} {Crack!} as you do {Crack!} the dishes {Crack!} and the other chores {Crack!} that you neglected. {Crack!}  And tomorrow {Crack!} there will be {Crack!} no computer for you {Crack!} all day, {Crack!} and you will certainly {Crack!} have {Crack!} an early bedtime {Crack!} {Crack!} with no dessert {Crack!} or maybe no dinner at all!” {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}

“OWWWWWWWWWWWW!” she cries after each slap with that dreadful ruler.  She hates the ruler so much.  “I am so sorry, sir.  I am ready to behave, please stop.  Please!” she pleads.

After a bit I stop paddling her. “I am ready to be a good girl again,” she sobs.

“All right then,” I tell her.  “You may get up; your spanking is over.  I'm sorry I had to be so strict with you, but I will not tolerate this kind of misbehavior.  Take a few minutes to get yourself in order.  Here.” I give her a supportive hug. Then, when she is ready I say, “Now off to the kitchen and take care of everything, as you were supposed to.”

“Yes, sir, I'm so sorrrrrrrrrry!”  She embraces me in a big hug and then sets off to do her chores.”

I go back upstairs, but after a while I come down to check on her, and she is doing a fine job.   When everything in the kitchen is taken care of, I compliment her on the job, and tell her to head for bed now.  I remind her that there is to be no more computer time tonight, and none tomorrow, but after that her privileges will be restored.

She is very contrite, and I am confident that I have once again adjusted her attitude and corrected her behavior successfully – at least for the time being.

The end (for now)