by Peter Martin
Amelia was nervous as she came downstairs first thing in the morning. She had got home last night much later than she had been told to be by her mum, but it didn't really matter as she knew that there was no real retribution. Well, except for being told off, and she came down expecting exactly that.
Amelia was seventeen, in her first year at college, and liked to dress like a girl a little younger, wearing very tight vest tops showing off her flat midriff, tight shorts, or a very short miniskirt, with bare legs whenever she could. That was how she was dressed this morning, with her long dark brown hair flowing over her shoulders.
Maxine looked up as her daughter came into the kitchen and made it clear from the look on her face that she didn't like the way that her daughter was dressed. She then scolded Amelia, trying to discuss her coming home so late as though she were an adult but knowing that she didn't seem to be able to stop herself from misbehaving.
Maxine was thirty-eight and a single mum who struggled with her home life because her daughter could be so trying.
As a final weary question, Maxine asked, "What has to happen to make you grow up, young lady?"
Amelia knew she couldn't help misbehaving because there was no retribution. She knew her best friend, Summer, had had the same problem, but since starting college she had certainly focused on her work and was getting far better results. She had asked Summer what had caused the change and the reason shocked Amelia.
Summer had explained that she'd got into the habit of misbehaving and couldn't stop herself. Her mum also realised it and knew from her own experience that Summer needed to grow up and focus on her school and college work. So, for the last year whenever she misbehaved (which was getting rarer and rarer) Summer said her mum gave her a good hard spanking, and that had got her back on track to focus on her work. However, Summer acknowledged that if the threat and reality of a spanking was removed that she would revert to her old ways quickly, and so had agreed with her mum that being spanked would remain as the consequence of her misbehaviour for years to come.
Amelia found it hard to get her head around that. It meant that for over a year now Summer had been spanked but hadn't been before then. So, her mum was dealing with her in a way younger girls were dealt with, but Summer said it worked. Thinking about it though, and wanting to do better herself at college, Amelia wondered if the same might work for her. However, her own mum wanted to treat her like an adult, so how would she get her mum to at least try spanking her? It took some thinking about, but she was working out a game plan.
Now, with exactly the question she needed to be asked, she put the plan into play.
Amelia said, "I know it seems strange, Mum, but the one thing that I always hated was sitting a detention. It only happened a few times, but I hated every single one."
Maxine thought for a moment and then asked, "Are you saying it would help if I grounded you?"
Amelia looked like she was thinking but already knew the answer that she was going to give. "Not that, Mum, but something that I suppose is similar. I think what would really work would be the equivalent of a double detention. That would be me writing lines and then making a visit to the headmistress, for the cane. You set a number of lines and what I have to write, and it is up to me to complete it. You just get on with whatever you are doing. I will come and find you, but not say anything and just stand there, waiting for you to deal with me, as though waiting to be told to go into the headmistress's study. That leaves you as free as possible. You would be the headmistress, and I think the equivalent implement here at home would be a bare-bottom spanking with your hand and a paddle hairbrush."
Maxine didn't think Amelia was serious and reminded her, "I seem to recall that when I was your age whenever I got a detention I got a spanking when I got home. I suppose the equivalent would be a bedtime spanking."
Amelia thought her mum was making a very valid point and replied, "I'm up for that as well, Mum. I just think that form of discipline would work for me."
Maxine looked at her daughter and thought that maybe she was being serious after all. "So you are saying that even now you are seventeen you want me to set you lines and spank you?" she asked.
"I know it's strange, but I've given serious thought to what I do need to correct my lack of appreciation of what you do for me, and I really do think this is the answer," responded Amelia.
Maxine decided to test her daughter and asked, "So do you agree that because you came home later than I said last night should be dealt with by the punishment you have just described?"
Amelia knew that wasn't really fair because the punishment wasn't in place then, but on the other hand, she did do it on purpose, hoping to have this exact discussion. She made sure she looked surprised at the question although again knew what her answer would be. Blushing, she replied, "I will agree to your decisions every time, Mum, and definitely agree that that should happen now. I really do want to change and I know you will only punish me when deserved. I want you to be strict with me as I take advantage of being given second and third chances."
Maxine was happy with that response and, giving a maternal smile but making sure her tone of voice was strict, she ordered, "Right then, so a spanking it is, and I will use my wooden-backed hairbrush. First things first, though. You are to write out fifty times, 'I broke my curfew and deserve to be spanked.' Get a pen and paper and sit at the dining table and write out your lines. When you have finished come and find me so I can check them over. I do not expect you to take more than fifteen minutes. Bring the hairbrush to me at the same time. I will expect you to remove your skirt and knickers before going across my lap. Is all of that understood, young lady?"
Amelia was tense because she had talked herself into getting a spanking, but if it worked for Summer she really hoped that it would work for her as well. She listened intently and as soon as her mum had finished, she stood up and said, "Yes, Mum, all understood."
Maxine smiled as she watched Amelia go to the sideboard and take out a pad of paper and a pen, and immediately go and sit at the dining table and start to write her lines. She decided to go into the kitchen where she would wait and see whether her daughter complied with her instructions.
Amelia was anxious as she went and sat at the dining table, and quickly wrote out the first line to make sure she got that right. She continued to write line after line, although as she did, she was wondering whether she had done the right thing in asking her mum to introduce spanking, particularly as she had given her mum full disciplinary rights over her without giving herself the ability to question the decision.
Maxine decided that she should not just be quiet when in the kitchen, and so deliberately moved plates and pans and pots around, making a noise as though she was in the middle of cooking. Throughout, though, she kept a careful ear open to check for any untoward sounds from Amelia coming from the dining area. In the event, none did come and Amelia was quiet.
When Amelia finished writing the lines she got up and went into the hallway and then went upstairs to collect the wooden-backed hairbrush that her mum used to brush her hair. She then went back downstairs and stood at the kitchen door. She saw that Mum had her back to her at the time but remembered that she mustn't make any sound whatsoever.
Maxine was cutting up vegetables for that evening's supper when she saw out of the corner of her eye that Amelia was standing at the doorway. She didn't immediately acknowledge her, and deliberately waited about thirty seconds before doing so. Then she looked directly at her daughter and said, "So you have finished writing your lines, young lady? Come here and give them to me so I can check them."
Amelia immediately went over, holding out the three pages of lines and watched as her mum checked them over. She had already done so herself and couldn't find any errors and hoped that her mum wouldn't either.
Maxine deliberately read every single line to make sure there were no spelling mistakes and was satisfied there were none. She knew that being so correct was unusual for Amelia but reckoned that this time her daughter had carefully checked every line. Well, that was a good sign.
Once she was happy with all of the lines, Maxine looked again at her daughter and saw the hairbrush in her hand, and instructed, "Go into the dining area, turn one of the chairs into the room, put the hairbrush on the table next to the chair, then take off your skirt and knickers and stand by the chair and wait for me to come in."
Amelia looked tense and worried as she again listened to the instructions and immediately turned and walked out of the kitchen and back through the hallway, into the living room, going straight to the dining area and doing as she was told.
Maxine listened and could hear the dining chair being turned around, and heard the hairbrush put on the table. She thought she could also hear her taking her clothes off as instructed. She left it about a minute before following her daughter into the living room and, as she looked towards the dining area, she could see that her daughter was standing with her hands clasped in front of herself, clearly covering her very private area, but was naked below her tummy, given how short the vest top was.
As Amelia got undressed and stood back up waiting for her mum, she felt embarrassed as her mum hadn't actually seen her naked for some time. She would go to the gym or for a swim and change in the ladies' changing room with other women and girls seeing her naked, and didn't worry then, so couldn't understand why she felt so embarrassed standing naked in front of her mum now. Still, she kept her hands clasped in front of her, even when her mum came into the room.
Maxim could see that her daughter was embarrassed at having to stand naked below her tummy in front of her. However, this was a punishment and to reinforce her position of control she ordered, "Put your hands on your head, you naughty young girl. A spanking is not the only form of punishment you need to suffer - a dose of humiliation is also part of it. Of course, being across my lap and having your bare bottom spanked will be humiliating as well, so get used to it."
To Amelia, her mum scolding her actually pointed out the reality of having spanking as her method of discipline.
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