«Mooo-oooom!» Alice whined as she walked upstairs.

Behind her, Mrs. Jenkins slapped her bottom to get her going. «Enough of that. Move it.»

«Ouch! Mom it’s 2004! You need to modernize yourself. No one spanks for bad report cards anymore!»

«Alas, that’s true. How lucky to have been born in a good family, huh?»

Alice glared. They got to the top of the stairs and Mrs. Jenkins walked to her large walk-in closet. Alice followed sullenly, hands nervously reaching back to rub her bottom through her jeans.

«Can we *please* talk about it??»

«Nonsense, Alice.» Mrs. Jenkins delved in her clothes and produced a long, thick wooden paddle that made Alice shiver. «I haven’t paddled you since you were fourteen and I regret it.»

Alice wanted to argue it was just a couple of years, but she bit her lip and jumped up and down on the spot, whimpering. «Pretty please?... mmmmm?»

Mrs. Jenkins groaned. «Save the Daddy’s Princess thing for your father. If he can’t take a paddle to your butt anymore, for Heavens’ sake I will.»

«Awwwww Mooooom!»

«Enough, Alice Marie. Bend over and grab your ankles.»

The teenager sighed and whined but did as told. It couldn’t be that bad after all. Still better than having her ears talked off for days... but a spanking is still a spanking!

When Alice was positioned, Mrs. Jenkins grabbed the belt of her jeans and pulled it up, stretching the denim tissue even more on her daughter’s backside. She took a step back, raised the paddle and laid it hard across Alice’s cheeks.

«Aiiiieeeee!» The girl yelled and jumped up, grabbing her bum. The tremendous sting was burning and rapidly turning to numbing pain.

Mrs. Jenkins didn’t scold her, just pressed down on the small of her back to get her in position again, and the paddle found its target a second time. Alice cried out in pain but remained bent as her mother kept paddling her, hard blows to her lower bottom cheeks, overlapping the spots she would sit upon. By the sixth smack Alice had tears in her eyes, and the eighth set her howling.

«Owwwww!! Please Moooom!... okay, I’m sorry!»

«You don’t want to be paddled again, then?» Another sound spank.

«Owieeee! Nooooo!»

«Then get back on track, Alice Marie... WHACK!... and focus on your studies. Do you understand?»

Alice sobbed, the first fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She nodded. «Y-yes Mom.»

«Good.» Mrs. Jenkins paddled her one last time, and as Alice shot up and rubbed her offended backside furiously, the woman replaced the paddle among her clothing. She then opened her arms and hugged the quietly weeping teen.

«I... I’m sorry Mom,» Alice sniffled as she returned the hug.

«Aww, it’s okay. See how modern I am? An old-fashioned Mom would spank your bare little fanny.»

Alice’s face blush almost matched that of her bottom.

– The End –

I actually had some fun trying to extrapolate a light-hearted story from a meaningless pic. I dare you to do better! ;)

Like all stories in this section, this was inspired by the picture above. The photograph is an original snapshot from Trip’s collection, that he / she posted to the web and on several newsgroups. All rights reserved. If the owner of said photo would want it removed, please e-mail me , and it shall be taken down.

Please also note that the people depicted in the picture actually exist, somewhere in the world, and are probably not aware of this and other snapshots being posted on the Net by their photographer. By no means this story is meant as a personal offence to them, and ALL names, situations and events are completely fictitious to the best of the author’s knowledge. I am not a stalker and I am not sick with voyeurism, but merely taking a photo found on the Net for everyone’s access as an inspiration for an original work; whether said photo in itself is infringing any copyrights, or violating anyone’s rights just by being on the Internet, does not concern me (unless, as said, the copyright owner contacts me).

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.

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