Attitude Adjustment:
A Spanking Vignette
By Don A. Landhill and Sampast
Copyright © 2002, All rights reserved.
She is sitting at her desk. I am sitting at
mine. I watch her from across the room as she works. I notice she starts
playing with her pencil. She looks off into space.
I remind her that she
can finish her work in a timely fashion, or face the consequences of
it being undone; the choice is hers.
She laughs, and says, "You are so
funny. I was going to say you were so fucking funny, but then you might wash my
mouth out with soap."
"Indeed, that is what happens to young
ladies who can't remember not to curse. Perhaps a brief reminder is in order,” I tell her.
She looks at me as though I cannot be
serious. I stand up and head toward the bathroom. I point my finger and she
follows me. She takes her position on the closed toilet lid. I fetch a bar of
hotel soap from the cabinet, and wet it down at the tap. "Now open
up," I tell her. I swipe the soap
over her tongue two or three times briefly.
"Now let that be a lesson to you,
Missy, or next time it will be a *real* mouth soaping."
"Hmmmmph!" she snorts at me.
"Watch that attitude, young lady!"
"I'm watching, I'm watching.
Geeez!"
"You still sound a bit sassy to me,
young lady. Now go back to your desk, sit yourself right down, and write 'I
promise to always be polite to others' ten times. Carefully and neatly. And
there will be no more backtalk from you, or you will be in real trouble, young
lady."
She mumbles under her breath, "stupid
lines" but I can hear her. She takes out several crayons from her desk and
writes her assigned sentence ten times but purposely does it in a sloppy
fashion, as a little kid would do it. Then she flings it on my desk.
"Here! Sir!" she says facetiously.
"Hmmph! Lines!" she snorts under her breath again.
I can see that she has a bad case of
attitude today, and that I have been too easy on her.
"Young lady, I said 'Neatly'! Is this
what you call neat? And flinging things around is hardly the best way to show
me that your attitude has improved." I turn her around and {swat}
give her one crisp smack to her rear.
"Now sit back down and do your lines
over, *properly*, in ink, neatly. Do them twenty
times this time. And if there is any more
attitude or misbehavior out of you, you will be getting a
real spanking, not just one swat. Do I make
myself clear?"
"Owwww, fine!" She sits down at
her desk and neatly does her lines. When she's done, she puts them on my desk.
I smile at her because she has done what I asked and did not hmmph or act up in
any way. Maybe she has learned her lesson for now, I think.
"Good girl," I say, "now run
along and behave."
She turns to go into her room and out of the
corner of her eye she sees the freshly made bed. Always feeling like a little
kid, she goes in and climbs up, looks around to make sure no one is watching,
and just jumps and jumps and jumps.... "Wow, this is great fun!", she
thinks.
I come along and see her jumping.
"Young lady! You know much better than that. Stop that at once!"
She stops and climbs down from the bed. She
stands still, eyes downcast.
I scold her, "Well if you are going to
act like a little girl, I will punish you like one. Come here!"
I sit and take her over my lap. I lift her
skirt and lower her panties. I give her a good, hard, hand-spanking.
{Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} "You will
not {Smack!} {Smack!} jump on the bed {Smack!} {Smack!} young lady. {Smack!}
{Smack!} You will treat the furniture {Smack!} and our other things {Smack!}
properly {Smack!} You will behave {Smack!} in a manner {Smack!} appropriate
{Smack!} to your age {Smack!} {Smack!}. Is that clear {Smack!} young lady?
{Smack!}{Smack!}"
I stop scolding her but
continue the spanking until I think she has learned her lesson.
{Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
She cries out and tries to reach back to rub,
but I push her hand out of the way. Eventually I am done. I stand her up, and
tuck her skirt into her waist so her bare spanked bottom
is on display. I point her at the corner of
her room. "You stand right there, nose right in the corner for at least half
an hour, Missy, hands on head, no rubbing, and no talking. Then we'll see if
you are ready to behave yourself."
She stomps over to the corner and goes
"Hmmmph" a half-dozen times, and stares at the wall. "I HATE
THIS!" she shouts to no one in particular. And she kicks the wall!
"This sucks!" she calls out. Then she reaches her hand back to rub
her bottom.
"How dare you!" I shout.
"Young lady, get yourself over here, right now!"
She comes out of the corner and stands in
front of me.
"I told you to stand still, be quiet,
and keep your hands on your head. You saw fit to yell, curse, kick, and rub.
That is direct disobedience and defiance. Clearly a hand-spanking is
not enough to get through to you."
I pull up a chair with a ladder-back.
"Bend over that chair, with your hands on the seat, and *your* seat up in
the air," I tell her. I pick up the 18-inch wooden ruler, and start to
paddle her bare bottom with it. Each whack is fairly hard, although I am not
spanking at full force.
{Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
She cries hysterically from the first whack
on.
{Whack!} "You will not {Whack!} disobey
me, {Whack!} young lady! {Whack!} {Whack!} When I send you to the corner,
{Whack!} you will behave! {Whack!} {Whack!} You will not
{Whack!} talk, {Whack!} yell, {Whack!} or
curse! {Whack!} You will not {Whack!} kick the walls. {Whack!} You will not
{Whack!} rub your bottom! {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} You will stand {Whack!}
quietly, {Whack!} hands on your head, {Whack!} until you are given permission
{Whack!} to move. {Whack!} {Whack!} Is that clear, {Whack!} Missy?"
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
"Yes, sir, crystal clear," she
manages to say through her tears.
I stop the paddling. "Now what do you
have to say for yourself?" I ask her sharply.
"Owwww, owwwwieee, that hurts, Owwwww,
I'm sorry, I'm sorrry, I'll be good, I promise. I won't be disrespectful
anymore." She sobs and sniffles and begs for forgiveness.
"Well, I'm glad to
hear that. Now, I think you have a proper mouth washing coming, and then it's
back to the corner. If you can stand still and quiet and behave for 45 minutes,
you
will be out of trouble. But first you are
due for a proper mouth wash, since you have resorted to bad language a second
time today, and after I warned you once."
"Yes, sir," she responds meekly. I
lead her to the bathroom. She follows me slowly. I point and she sits down on
the toilet lid and waits for instructions.
I lather up a washcloth and tell her to open
up. I scrub down her mouth, particularly her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Then I get the wet bar of soap, and tell her to bite down on
it and hold it in her mouth.
I wait several minutes before I tell her
that she may take out the soap and rinse. I limit her to a single rinse, and
wait to hear what she has to say, if anything, before ordering her back to the
corner to start her corner time over, with an extra 15 minutes added to her
sentence, for a total of three-quarters of an hour.
After she rinses, she looks up at me. She
says, "I'm very sorry, sir. I won't be so disrespectful again. I guess
having a bad day is no excuse, huh?"
"Not for the way you have been acting, young
lady. You know much better. I do try to cut you a little slack when you need
it, but there are limits, as you know perfectly well. Now back
to the corner, and if you can behave
yourself there, perhaps we can be done with this incident. You have an extra
quarter-hour since this is your second try."
She walks over to the corner and stands
there quietly, waiting for me to say something. I watch her carefully to see if
she will stand quietly and properly. She does. I let her serve the full time I
have sentenced her to -- though her acceptance tempts me to let her off a bit
early.
After the 45 minutes are over I say,
"Very well, you took that much better. Are you ready to come out of the
corner and behave yourself properly from now on? Have you fully
learned your lesson, and got rid of your
sassy attitude?"
She thinks a minute, obviously she is being
careful in what she says: "I think so, sir."
"I'm glad to hear it. Now I hope you'll
behave yourself. But be warned, if there is any more sassiness or bad behavior
today, I will get out the paddle. But first...come right here to get what you
have coming."
She runs over to me with her arms open wide.
I hug her tight and hold her close and let her know that all is forgiven. After
the hug, I am quite sure that I have carried out a successful
attitude adjustment -- at least for today.
The End.
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