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Rascal (Ff, spanking)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1994
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It was a hot muggy day and Ellen Bludsoue felt as if she had al-
ready put in a full day of work. It still was only 8:17 in the
morning. By this time she hadput on the usual breakfast feast
for her husband, Liz (14), Brad (16), Dave (10) and Allison (4).
Everyone was now on their way to work or school except for Allis-
on. She was busy playing something only she knew what in the liv-
ing room. Ellen decided it was time to make the beds and
straighten up the house before doing any "Suzy home maker" ac-
tivities.
Ellen was about to go upstairs but then decided to look in on
Allison. She was drawing, or scribbling the master piece that
all four year olds dream at some time. Later she would talk for
ever explaining to Ellen just what all the colors, lines, and
shapes meant. She did this because she somehow understood that
all grownups lose their skill at interpreting kid art. This
could be true as far as Ellen knew because this childs explana-
tion and this piece of work seemed miles apart. But Ellen would
listen and smile. Ellens face went stone cold. Allison was
gone. That little rascal.
Allison was told not to go beyond the front yard, but the big ad-
venture was much to great for her. She would sneak away when her
mother was not looking. This was getting to be old news to El-
len. Her little girl thought this was a game. Her mother took
one look out the window and then moments later came bursting out
the front door as mad as she has ever been. She did not want to
go through life chasing down Allison every where. The door
slammed so hard behind her that for a brief moment she thought
she broke it. Ellen would show her that this was no game.
She quickly stepped down the front porch and looked south, then
north, up the street. There she was. Playing with some creature
near the curb, four houses away. She did not see, nor hear her
mother calling her. She was too busy in her activity. Now that
was a mistake.
Her mother first went to a near by bush and selected a long
switch from among several branches laying on the ground. Then
she quickly pounced on her five year old daughter picking her up
and pushing her shorts and underpants down to her ankles before
she could protest. Then grasping Allisons left wrist she
stretched her out and gave her bottom several good solid whacks.
Tears came instantly and poor Allison started dancing around to
avoid that stinging switch. Her mother scolded her for leaving
the yard. She then released her arm and told her to march home
right now.
Allison bent over to pull up her shorts and her mother attacked
her bottom with a barrage of quick flicks with the switch.
Allison jumped upright to avoid more sting blows. Allison start-
ed shuffling home with her exposed striped behind on display.
When ever she would stop and try to pull her shorts up her mother
would start switching her bottom again. When Allison would stum-
ble and fall forward exposing her bottom to her mother, Ellen
would give her daughter a couple more flicks just above the
thighs and middle of her bottom. By the time poor Allison could
get back on her feet she had received an additional six or seven
stinging swats with that horrible switch. Ellen spanked Allisons
bare bottom with that switch all the way home. All Allison could
do was shuffle her feet because of her shorts were restricting
her leg movement around her ankles.
As Allison struggled to hop up the porch stairs to the house her
mother gave her encouragement with two stinging swats at the ex-
posed bottom for each step.After the third step Ellen scooped her
little girl in her arms and carried her into the house discarding
the switch as she picked Allison up. In the house Allisons or-
deal was not over until her mother gave her a solid OTK spanking.
Her response to all of this was a teary screaming, kicking, wig-
gling in an attempt to escape. But she finally got the message
to stay in the yard.
After Ellen let her daughter off her lap with a well spanked and
switched behind she was prevy to one of the most entertaing jigs
ever performed by a spanked child. Allison while rubbing her
tender bottom strutted around the living room with a water fall
of tears. Her legs were abnormally apart so as one spanked bot-
tom cheek did not rub against the other. She was crying "it
hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Over and over. Ellen could not help
herself. It was a sight. She just broke out in a laugh and
picked up her enjured daughter and gave her a mother's love.