Fifteen-year-old Anna Hartford woke up to her mother Laura's gentle touch on her shoulder. The teenager opened her eyes, gave a smile, and closed them again.

“s'it sev'n thirty ‘lready?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Do I hafta go to school?”

“Yes, baby.”

“... am I going to get a spankin'?”

Laura smiled. “Yes, baby.”

And so Anna made herself sit up and pushed away the covers. Laura sat in the middle of the bed and welcomed her daughter's body as it stretched across her thighs. Anna soon relaxed in the familiar position, and sighed contentedly as her mother's hand patted her pert backside under the pink pyjama pants.

“What do you have today?”

“Umm...” Anna mumbled. “Biology... Gym... Literature... all boring stuff.”

“Oh, I liked Literature.”

Laura's hand rose and fell on Anna's right bottom cheek with a mild swat. The teen took a deep breath and wiggled her bum in response.

“I hate it. All that poetry makes me nervous.”

“Why?”

Another spank landed, on the other buttock, and then two more. Laura paused and rubbed in slow circles as Anna shrugged.

“Dunno. I like it better when things aren't so... unclear.”

“That's the beauty in poetry.” Laura's hand spanked on both cheeks again, making Anna wiggle and wince a bit at the slight sting now forming in her backside. “If you look closer, it says very clear things. And if you don't, you can still assume; get what you want out of it.”

Anna frowned, but did think about it. Finally she rolled over and gently kneaded her backside as Laura stopped spanking. “You know, I'd never thought of it that way.”

Laura shrugged. “Teacher will want you to learn what the poet meant to say, but that doesn't matter. Poetry feels good in your heart, not in your mind.”

The teenager knelt by her mother, nodding and still absorbed in thought. Her hand slipped inside her pyjama pants and rubbed at her well-rounded bare behind. It wasn't really stinging, but felt good to rub it. She shrugged, pulled her pants down in the back and draped herself across her mother's lap again.

“I guess you're right... thanks...”

“No problem, sweetie.”

Laura got to spanking Anna right away this time, keeping her palm cupped and not really imparting much of a sting. Still, the teen's derriere was soon turning a slight pink. Anna rested her head on her hands, closed her eyes and sighed as her bare rump was mildly stung by the many, soft spanks.

“We... Mum, I...” she hesitated.

“What is it?” ... spank... swat... slap...

Anna sighed. “We've actually got an essay on poetry... due tomorrow...”

Laura stopped spanking. “On poetry in general?” Anna nodded. “Oh. That's interesting.” Anna shrugged. “But I suppose you didn't even start on it?” Anna shook her head no. “I see...”

“I... I just don't seem to get it.” The teen sighed dramatically, and wriggled her bum to indicate that she wanted more attention.

Her mother ignored her, though. “Well, you've got volley practice with Ginny this afternoon. When do you think you'll write that, hmm?”

“Dunno. This evening? If you help me...”

“Of course. But I don't like it when you do things at the last minute.” Laura rested her hand on Anna's bottom as she spoke. “We'll get to it at 4, as soon as you're back. Okay?”

Anna sighed and shook her head, but agreed. “Yes, ma'am.”

“Good.”

“Will I get a stinger if I do it right?”

Laura rolled her eyes. “No.”

“But muu-uuum!”

“I said no, Anna Elisabeth Hartford. You don't deserve a stinging spanking even if you get good grades, for you waited too long before getting started.”

The teen pouted and let out a frustrated sigh and kicked her feet a little; had she been standing, she would be stomping. “But it's not fair. I had other things on my mind. You don't understand.”

There she goes with the ‘you don't understand' part , Laura mused to herself. She always had a hard time figuring out why it was that teens thoughts their parents didn't understand. They'd been teens too!

“Maybe, but that's that.” She aimed two more half-hearted spanks to her daughter's naked pink bottom, then patted it softly. “Up you get. You're running late.”

“Okay...” Anna said, and didn't sound too happy about it.

But she didn't want to begin the morning in a sulky mood, so she made herself relax as she stood. She kneaded the slightly tender flesh of her backside before replacing her pyjama pants, then leaned forward and gave her mother a hug.

“I'm sorry, Mummy. I'll try to focus more.”

Laura smiled and kissed her daughter's flushed upper cheeks and forehead. “Good. Make sure that you do, or else,” she shook her finger.

Anna sighed. “Yeah... spanking privileges revoked for a week... I know the drill.”

Just then Terry Hartford walked in the room and saw his daughter rubbing her backside. He crossed his arms and tried to conceal a smile. He cocked an eyebrow. “Seven thirty-five and already in trouble? Shall I have the torture master prepare the dungeon?”

The girl rolled her eyes and gave him the ‘L' sign. “Don't you knock anyway?”

The man shrugged. “Heard you two talking...”

“It's okay,” Laura said. She stood and patted her husband's arm on the way out. “Breakfast ready?”

“Yep.”

“Good morning, Daddy,” Anna said. She rose on tip-toes to reach for his cheek, she was so short and he was so tall.

“Morning minx.”

“Where's Max?”

“Living room. Major Kellogg's overdose.”

Anna giggled. She bounced out in the corridor and soon the smell of coffee got to her nostrils. She wasn't always allowed to drink coffee, but on certain school days when she hadn't had much sleep her parents deemed it fine.

“Hey squirt,” she teased Max as she saw him.

Her younger brother gave her the middle finger from the couch where he was sitting, a bowl of cereal in his hands, a comic sprawled out on his thighs and MTV on. Anna rolled her eyes and shook her head, thinking that sometimes Max needed a major attitude adjustment! But he was a good kid.

“I left some cake for you,” he said as he chewed loudly.

She checked the plate and only saw a tiny slice of chocolate cream cake. “Aww how sweet,” she mocked. “Where do you buy new brothers?”

He shrugged. “Dunno. You're the Internet wiz. Find me a sister, since you're at it.”

“Yeah, yeah...” She helped herself to bread and butter instead.

“Pretty, helpful, big tits... for a change...” he snickered.

Anna blushed and growled. “Daddyyyyy! Max is being gross!” How she hated being teased about her lack of chest attributes!

“Will you two stop bickering?” came Terry's reply from the bathroom.

“This is a madhouse, that's what,” Anna muttered under her breath.

But she didn't mean it. Her family was the best thing that could happen to her. Sure, things might've been a bit rough at times, but overall there was really no reason to complain.

The way her mother and father had accepted her need for spankings was exceptional. No other parents in the whole world would be so understanding, she knew it. But they had listened, and overcome prejudices, and with the help of a counsellor the whole family had been able to adapt to the changes.

Anna did feel weird to be spanked by her parents almost on a daily basis, especially bare, but she needed it. Spankings made her feel safe, loved, sometimes even aroused... not towards her own parents, just in general. The counsellor was mainly helping with that.

Sometimes spankings were part of a reward system, and sometimes they were punitive. It was up to Laura and Terry to decide. They knew Anna cherished the so-called “stingers” that would have her want to sit on a pillow at dinner but never leave any marks or cause real pain, or even tears.

But harder spankings, when the teenager was *forced* to go over her mother's or father's lap, were used to bring Anna out of a reverie, or to break a negative habit or a surly mood. That had been Lucy Rosenberg's original suggestion, and was still being followed, albeit very rarely – as it should be.

The young teen had lost count of all the spankings she'd received from her parents... but the real ones, the punishment ones, oh she remembered alright. Only thrice Laura had needed to spank a disruptive mood out of her, and on one occasion Terry had been called in too. The memory of those spankings was vivid in Anna's mind, and never brought up anything but sorrow and faint embarrassment.

Anna wouldn't change anything in her life...

– to be continued... –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction . The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The author does in no way endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and / or teenagers.

Copyright © 2005 Haley Brimley . Contact for information and / or feedback.