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Subject: {ASSM} My Children mmmmf/f spanking NC
Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2001 21:10:01 -0400
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Hello,

I've been watching this group for quite a while and finally decided to tell 
you about an incident at my house.  I'm a mother of six children.  The large 
number is the result of mixing families when I remarried.  The two youngest 
boys are five and seven, one daughter is fourteen, one is sixteen and the 
older boys are fifteen and seventeen respectively.

I suffer from Fibromyalgia.  This disease always flares up whenever I have 
to do something I don't want to do but allows me to feel fit and healthy 
when I'm doing something I like.  My darling children understand my disease 
and are always willing to help me since it always brings me to the brink of 
death.  They're so good about cleaning the house, preparing meals and 
waiting on me hand and foot.

Well, one day my eldest daughter, Jenny, got into a lot of trouble and 
definitely needed to be punished but I really hate to see my little angel 
cry.  Fortunately for her my Fibromyalgia made me unable to provide my 
daughter the guidance she needed.  As I was moaning and groaning and 
stretched out on the recliner my eldest son, Chad, came to my aid.  First 
with a cool glass of water and then he sat and listened to my woes.  He 
perked right up and said, "No need to worry a bit Mom.  I'll take care of 
Jenny."

I held up one weak hand and stroked his face.  "You're a good boy Brad."

He disappeared and shortly thereafter I heard the most awful screeching 
coming from the girls' bedroom.  Martha, the fifteen year old, came running 
out to tell me that Chad was spanking Jenny.  I sighed and said, "Go tell 
him to bring her here."

She ran back and when she returned it was following Jenny who was following 
Chad.  Actually, not exactly following.  She was at his side and he was 
dragging her by the ear and she was stumbling quite a bit.  I guess having 
her shorts and panties wrapped around her ankles hindered her ability to 
walk as fast as he expected her to.  She was carrying on as if the world was 
about to end.  She saw me and pleaded, "Mother.  Tell him to let me go.  He 
was spanking me and he has no right."

A wave a weakness swept over me.  I was barely able to speak.  I said, 
"Chad, did you really spank her?  Never mind, I can see her bottom already 
has a few red marks so I guess you did but I'm too tired to tell if she's 
learned her lesson.  She's the one who called my fatal disease 
Fibro-my-ass-ia.  All of my other children realize the extent of my illness 
and I find sympathy for her hard to come by.  You go ahead and spank her 
some more so she can learn to mind her manners and show proper respect for 
her poor ailing mother.  Use that chair so I can see that you're doing it 
right.  Martha, carry the chair to where I can see and then get me a damp 
washcloth.  My head needs something cool on it."

The sounds of Jenny crying and protesting were giving me a headache and as 
soon as Chad was settled and continued warming her backside it got worse.  
But even if I wanted it to stop I didn't have the strength to rise and 
interfere.  The two younger boys arrived and were overjoyed to see their 
sister getting punished in that manner.  They pulled up some chairs to get a 
ringside seat.  Of course, being the adorable little boys that they were I 
didn't get upset that they didn't notice me on my death-bed.  I was mildly 
surprised that they recognized a spanking since they had never felt any form 
of corporal discipline.  They were such angels that their father and I never 
punished them for anything they did and they didn't whine very much when I 
asked them to move as they were blocking my view.

Chad took a short break when I asked if her bottom was a warm as it looked.  
She struggle and then screamed, "Mother!  Did you see where he put his 
finger?"

I cringed.  "There's no reason to scream so loud.  Remember my headache.  
And wherever he put his finger I'm sure it was for your own good."

Her younger sister added, "If it's where I think he put it I'm sure his 
wasn't the first one there.  I've watched her get into bed after her dates 
and she almost never has her panties on.  But what can you expect, she 
doesn't have much on top to interest boys."

In spite of her embarrassment at being over her brother's lap she felt her 
sister's insult deserved refutation.  "At least I have a real bra and I can 
give you the names of at least three boys that said my breasts were just the 
right size to fit into their hands."

I swooned at this news.  What was my daughter turning into?  A voice behind 
me said, "If she's so willing to let her dates get their hands on her 
breasts about if she shows them to us so we can get a better idea of why 
they want to get her blouse off."

It was my other son, Dustin, and he turned to me.  "How are you feeling Mom? 
  Can I get a pillow for you or anything?"

"No", I croaked.  My voice was barely above a whisper.  "But you have a good 
idea.  Tell Chad to let her up so she can take her top off.  If she refuses 
you and Martha can help him."

He related my comments and as I expected, Jenny was against the idea.  
Little good it did her as all my other children descended on her.  If I 
wasn't so sickly I would've laughed at their efforts.  They kept getting in 
each other's way and the two little boys were wrapped around her ankles to 
get the clothes gathered there completely off.  Eventually success was 
achieved and a shameful girl was sobbing and trying to cover her privates as 
she was repositioned on Chad's lap.

Her ineffectual pleas fell on deaf ears and his hand continued imparting a 
much needed lesson.  I was torn between the shame of my daughter's actions 
and pride in Chad.  He was not only willing to help her become a better 
person, he was doing an excellent job.  When he finally decided she had had 
enough physical punishment he took it upon himself to add that extra bit of 
humiliation she so richly deserved.  He made her stand with her arms at her 
side and apologize to all of us.  Then he sent her to a corner where she was 
to remain until supper.  Isn't he a fine boy.  He thinks of everything.

We all sat and watched her for a while and then the little boys got bored.  
They said, "This is no fun anymore.  Let's go ride our bikes.  Wanna come 
with us Mom?"

There's nothing better than a bit of exercise and I love riding with them.  
Amazingly enough, I felt much better and jumped out of the recliner as I 
said, "Sure.  I'll race you to the park."

Martha went to her room and I left Jenny in the care of the two older boys.  
They assured me she would not sneak into her room or otherwise attempt to 
avoid her display time.  To make sure they were standing right next to her.  
They're such good boys.






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