Attitude Adjustment 2:A Spanking Vignette (M/F)

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(Another of Don's old stories, posted with permission. -Marcy)

Attitude Adjustment 2:
A Spanking Vignette
By Don A. Landhill and Sampast
Copyright c 2002, All rights reserved.



She is writing one of her little vignettes. She lets me see
the draft. It includes a passage where she was "so relaxed"
that she "floated right up to the ceiling".

"Cute, but not practical," I say. "You may be slim, but not
that light."

She stomps her foot. "You're not supposed to read it that
literally. Hrrrmmmmmpphhh!" she snorts.

"But that's the fun part." I pause. "And, young lady,
haven't we spoken about foot stomping and snorting before,
under the heading of 'lack of respect'? What do you have to
say for yourself, Missy?

"Awwwwww, geez, I's sorrrrrrry. Hmmmmph!" Again she
ends her comment with a snort, which she knew perfectly well I
took as a sign of disrespect.

"I see that you need a lesson. You just sit yourself down,
young lady, and write 'I will always show respect by word and
deed' 50 times, neatly."

"Awwwwwwww," she complains. But then she writes it 50
times and hands it to me. I notice that she has written the
entire thing backwards, quite a feat but clearly defiant. She
giggles uncontrollably and waits to see what I will do.

"Very cute, but deliberately sassy," I say. "If you are going
to be so backwards, then I will teach my lesson from the back -
via your backside, that is. Get your naughty little butt bare and
over my lap, young lady, right now."

"NOOOOOOOOOO, I don't wannnnnnnna spankin! I was
just funnnning ya." She pouts as if she were a little kid. It is
one of her more endearing expressions, but I am not distracted.

"It's too late for that excuse, young lady. You persisted in
disrespect after I called you on it once. Now take what you
have coming. One... Two..."

She knows that if I get to "five" she is in even bigger
trouble. She immediately runs over to my side and puts herself
over my lap, pushing her pants and panties down, too. She
stares at the rug, muttering "How do I get myself into these
situations?" I don't bother to answer her.

I pick up the hairbrush and start to spank her bare bottom,
good and hard. {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!}

{Whack!} "You will not {Whack!} sass me!. {Whack!} {Whack!}
You will not {Whack!} disobey me. {Whack!} {Whack!} When I
give you lines {Whack!} you will write them {Whack!} neatly
{Whack!} and properly {Whack!} front {Whack!} way {Whack!}
round!" {Whack!} {Whack!}

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} I end the spanking, with her rear nice and
red. She is yelling quite a bit, and promising to be good.

I stand her up, and continue to scold her, "All right, sit
yourself back down, young lady, bare bottom, and re-do your
lines, properly this time, and 100 times, just to make sure that
the lesson sticks. Then you may spend some time in the corner,
and then we'll see if you can behave for a bit."

"Owwwwwwwwwww!" She is crying hard. When she sits on
the hard chair, it hurts so much that she jumps back up. I
frown and look at her sharply; she puts herself right back in
the chair. She sits down gently, sobbing a little, and starts to
write.

After writing 43 lines, she pauses to shake her hand. I've
heard her complain about writing lines before; she claims that it
feels like her hand is falling off.

She says, "Can I take a break? I need to use the bathroom.
Pleeeeaaasse, sir? I'm so sorrrrrrrrry I was sassy."

"All right, but in five minutes I want to see you right back
here and writing again. No longer, understand, Missy? I should
hope that you are sorry, young lady. I expect better behavior
out of you."

She uses the bathroom, trying to dawdle a little. After
several minutes I open the door to check on her, but she comes
right out and gently sits down again. She continues her lines
without a sound. I shake my finger at her for dawdling, but I
decide that she is not quite over the line, so I don't do anything
more.

When she is finished, she presents her lines to me. They
are neatly done, and I say; "Now that's my good girl. You are
back on track, I think. Corner time, now, and if you behave
there, you will be fully forgiven, and this will be over.
Remember, stand quietly with your nose right in the corner and
your hands on your head."

She walks primly to the corner, and puts her hands on her
head. I watch her for perhaps five minutes, and then I leave
the room. Perhaps 25 minutes later I return, only to find that
she has sat down in the corner and fallen asleep.

I shake her shoulder just enough to wake her. "Young Lady!
How dare you?! I told you to *stand* in the corner. I did not
tell you to lie down and go to sleep." {This is a bit of an
exaggeration, but she has sort of sprawled from a sitting
position in her sleep.} "I see that your idea of obedience is very
different from mine. Well, if you are so tired, you may go to
bed early tonight -- without any supper. But first, I have a
little reminder for you about doing as you are told, and then you
will start your corner time all over again."

I take her by the earlobe and haul her across the room. On
the way, I pick up a ruler. I sit in a straight chair and take her
over my knees. I start to paddle her, good and hard. {Crack!}
{Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}
{Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}
{Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}

"You will not {Crack!} disobey me! {Crack!} When you are
sent {Crack!} to the corner {Crack!} you will stand there {Crack!}
properly {Crack!} {Crack!} until I let you out. {Crack!} {Crack!}
You will not {Crack!} sit down! {Crack!} {Crack!} You will not
{Crack!} go to sleep! {Crack!} {Crack!} You will not {Crack!} even
{Crack!} rub {Crack!} your naughty little bottom! {Crack!}
{Crack!} What do you have to say {Crack!} for yourself, {Crack!}
{Crack!} Missy?" {Crack!} {Crack!}

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, yessssssssssssssirrrrrrrrrr!
I'm soooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrry! I didn't mean to sit down, I,
I, I, I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again," she wails. She puts
her head down and sobbbbbbbbbbs.

"I'm sure it won't. I know you can behave if you'll only try a
bit harder. Your spanking is over. There." I let her recover for
a bit, then invite her into a big, forgiving hug.

She lets me hold her tight as though she were a young child.
After she finishes sobbing and sniffing, she looks over at the
corner and then up at me. "I gotta go back there?" she asks in
a pleading tone.

"Yes, you do. I told you would have to re-do your corner
time, and I meant it. But if you behave, then maybe you can be
out of trouble. Now scoot to the corner, and this time stay
there, properly, young lady. Understand?" I give her a light
smack to speed her on her way to the corner. She runs to the
corner, and puts her hands on her head and stands there very
quietly. I suspect that she is dying to rub, but she does as she
is told and keeps her hands still on her head.

I check on her from time to time. After about forty
minutes, I call her out of the corner. "What do you have to say
for yourself now, young lady?" I ask her.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'll be good," she says in a sincere and
humble tone.

"That's my good girl. I'm pleased to see you like this. Tell
you what. If you behave yourself for the rest of the
afternoon, I will cancel your early bedtime. And you won't have
to go to bed without supper, either."

"REALLY? OH THANK YOU, SIR." She kisses my cheek.

"That's my good girl. See, it does pay to behave yourself.
Now you may go on about your chores - you are forgiven." I give
her a hug to show that I'm not holding any grudges.

As soon as I give her the go ahead, she starts on her chores
around the house. She behaves herself until dinnertime, so I
cancel the early bedtime without supper. Instead we enjoy a
nice meal together. Afterwards I head upstairs. I had cooked
supper, so it is her task to clear up the supper things and wash
the dishes. I am working upstairs, but things seem strangely
silent down below. After this has gone on for more than half an
hour, I go down to check. The dishes are still stacked in the
kitchen, nothing has been done except the food has been put
away. I go into the den and there she is, on the computer.

"Is this what you call behaving yourself, Missy? You know
the rule, no computer fun until after your evening chores are
done. The dishes are still all over the kitchen, getting hard, and
nothing is put away. Log off right now, young lady! No computer
for you for the rest of tonight or tomorrow. You have a sound
spanking coming, young lady, and then you will do the dishes and
go straight to bed."

"NOOOOOOO, sir, no, I'm sorrry, I just was, uh, was
looking for a recipe, and uh --"

"Don't you dare make it worse by lying to me, young lady. I
saw you. You were reading email and had a chat room open. I
want you to bare your bottom, and bend yourself over the back
of that chair, young lady," I say, pointing at her computer chair,
"and do it right now. I'm surprised at you, you know far better
than this."

She sniffles and gulps, doing as I say. She looks strange
bending over the computer chair this way. "It hurts," she
complains, but she doesn't dare move. "I'm s-s-sorry, sir," she
cries.

"You should be, young lady. You know much better than this.
Chores come first, fun later, and you agreed to these. And then
you tried to lie your way out of things." I step over to the desk,
and pick up a wooden ruler. I step back and start to paddle her
rear. {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}
{Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}
{Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}

"You will {Crack!} {Crack!} finish your chores {Crack!} before
you play {Crack!} on the computer {Crack!} or anywhere else!"
{Crack!} {Crack!}

{Crack!} {Crack!} "I am very {Crack!} {Crack!} disappointed in
you, {Crack!} {Crack!} young lady, {Crack!} and after I canceled
{Crack!} your early bedtime {Crack!} {Crack!} too." {Crack!}

"Well, {Crack!} you *will* go to bed {Crack!} just as soon
{Crack!} {Crack!} as you do {Crack!} the dishes {Crack!} and the
other chores {Crack!} that you neglected. {Crack!} And
tomorrow {Crack!} there will be {Crack!} no computer for you
{Crack!} all day, {Crack!} and you will certainly {Crack!} have
{Crack!} an early bedtime {Crack!} {Crack!} with no dessert
{Crack!} or maybe no dinner at all!" {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}
{Crack!}


"OWWWWWWWWWWWW!" she cries after each slap
with that dreadful ruler. She hates the ruler so much. "I am
so sorry, sir. I am ready to behave, please stop. Please!" she
pleads.

After a bit I stop paddling her. "I am ready to be a good girl
again," she sobs.

"All right then," I tell her. "You may get up; your spanking is
over. I'm sorry I had to be so strict with you, but I will not
tolerate this kind of misbehavior. Take a few minutes to get
yourself in order. Here." I give her a supportive hug. Then,
when she is ready I say, "Now off to the kitchen and take care
of everything, as you were supposed to."

"Yes, sir, I'm so sorrrrrrrrrry!" She embraces me in a big
hug and then sets off to do her chores."

I go back upstairs, but after a while I come down to check
on her, and she is doing a fine job. When everything in the
kitchen is taken care of, I compliment her on the job, and tell
her to head for bed now. I remind her that there is to be no
more computer time tonight, and none tomorrow, but after that
her privileges will be restored.

She is very contrite, and I am confident that I have once
again adjusted her attitude and corrected her behavior
successfully - at least for the time being.

The end (for now)