From: hammersmith@aol.com (Adrian Hammersmith)
Subject: Ellen [MF/f]
Date: 20 Jun 1995 17:05:47 -0400
I think I wrote this one (seems familiar)... but I might be wrong.
Ellen was always getting a spanking for one reason or another. She really thought this was unfair since she was 16 now and a sophomore in high school. But some spankings were worse than others. Like this one.
OK, so she took her dad's car while he was away. OK, so she didn't tell her mom she was going to, her mom just would have said no anyway. And a bunch of her friends had decided that after school they would meet downtown to hang out. And that new foreign exchange student she had her eye on was going to be there too. She had to get there, and at least talk to him, before some other girl beat her to the punch. He was so cute!
When she got home and saw the car was gone, her mother was out shopping or something, she just did what she had to do, and damn the consequences. She took the keys to her dad's car and headed off.
She had a great time with her friends and did manage to talk to Eamon, the exchange student, a little bit. She liked him more than ever now, a real heavy duty crush. It seemed like he liked her but maybe he was just a very polite and friendly person to everyone. Still it was a good start.
She left after only an hour, her mission accomplished. With any luck she'd get home before her mother did and there'd be no consequences for borrowing the car.
Well, she would have made it. Except for the traffic ticket for not coming to a complete stop at the 4-way stop only a block from their house. She looked both ways and slowed down a lot, but was in such a hurry she didn't stop completely, just rolled through since there wasn't any traffic. Never saw the cop car parked a hundred feet away. But he saw her. And then the whole neighborhood was treated to the flashing lights behind her dad's car, right there a few houses away, while the policeman made her wait forever while he checked the car's plates out and everything. And after 15 minutes, here comes her mother. Ellen was very embarassed by the whole scene. And she knew she was in big trouble. She was so frustrated, if only she had completely stopped at that stop sign!
So eventually she got her ticket and pulled up in her driveway. All the neighborhood kids yelled and taunted her, "Ell-en's in trou-ble! Ell-en's in trou-ble!" when she got out; they had been riding their bikes around her the whole time out there on the street. Well, they're sure right about that, Ellen thought, as she saw her mother in the doorway.
Her mother demanded an explanation. Ellen told her the truth, with maybe a slant in her favor about how she really did slow down so much at the stop sign it was really the same as a stop, and there were no other cars even near the intersection. But it wasn't just the ticket, it was that she took her father's car without permission too. She was made to explain that one, too, and she pleaded with her mother how important it was for her to be there with her friends earlier.
Ellen's mother was secretly sympathetic with her daughter wanting to meet a nice new boy at the school, but she also knew this was direct disobedience and had to be punished no matter what. It was also dangerous driving. The ticket alone for running a stop sign was worth a spanking. And as she said this to Ellen in a very stern voice, Ellen had to agree, however reluctantly. Ellen knew the whole reason she rushed at the 4-way stop was that she knew she'd get spanked if her mother found out she had taken the car.
Her mother told her to go up to her room and wait for her. Ellen gulped, she knew what this meant. A spanking right now from her mother. And worse, she knew that when her father got home from his trip later that night, he'd be pretty mad about her taking his car, and he might well give her another spanking.
It wasn't long after she got to her room that she heard her mother's footsteps on the stairs. She found Ellen sitting on the bed, head down, when she came into the room. Ellen had on the simple white blouse and snug jeans she'd worn to school that day. Ellen looked up when her mother walked into the room and gulped when she saw the hairbrush in her mother's hand.
The scolding was expected. Her mother was pretty angry, and told her no boy was worth racing all over town in her father's new car, she had only just gotten her license and it could have been much worse than a traffic ticket. Not to mention the pure disobedience of what she had done. Ellen listened shamefacedly to the lecture, answering with "Yes, ma'am"s and "No, ma'am"s and promising it wouldn't happen again, and that she was sorry. She knew better than to argue or try to get out of a spanking from her mother.
Finally her mother sat down on the bed and stood Ellen up next to her. Down came the jeans to Ellen's ankles, and her mother took her by the left arm and pulled her over her lap. The hairbrush started to smack her panty-clad bottom immediately, it stung so much, Ellen twisted and squirmed her bottom around on her mother's lap trying to relieve the sting. For a good five minutes the crisp smacks of the brush on her bottom and Ellen's repeated Ow's and Please!s and No's filled the house. Her mother was relentless and possessed a strong right arm. Finally she stopped and Ellen just lay there, promising to be good in between broken sobs, hoping it was all over. Oh please let it be over, please don't take them down, please mom, that's enough, no more, oh please please she thought to herself, hoping her mother would tell her to get off her lap.
But no. To her horror Ellen felt her mother's fingers inside the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. Oh no, mother, not that, no more, it really hurts, please no, she said, but to no avail. Her panties were tugged down off her crimson backside to join her jeans bunched around her knees. Her bare rear stuck up in blazing technicolor red over her mother's right knee. Her mother patted her bottom with the awful hairbrush to warn her she was about to start again. Oh god, Ellen thought, how am I going to stand this? then SMACK -Yowch! and she knew she didn't have any choice but to stand it...
It was another 3 minutes of agony, she was openly crying after 30 seconds of the wicked brush on her bare skin. She twisted and bucked over her mother's knee in desperate attempts to relieve the ache and sting. Ellen's mother had to hold her down hard with her left arm. Oh how that brush stang on the bare skin! Her mother was determined to teach Ellen a good lesson, and to make this a memorable spanking. Ellen's bottom was a dull red all over, puffy and sore, with circular dark red marks of the brush covering it. Ellen herself was limp and distraught, her face wet with tears, her hair dishevelled, when her mother finally finished. She held her there, over her knee, to lecture her further and extract fervent promises of obedience in the future, before finally telling Ellen she could get up. As Ellen stood there in front of her, rubbing her blistered bottom furiously, her mother told her she was to stay in her room the rest of the evening with no supper. As she left the room, Ellen threw herself on the bed, still trying to rub away the burning sting of the long hairbrushing.
Ellen heard her father come home about 7pm. She heard the sounds of dinner being made, conversation and the clinking of glasses and silverware as it was being eaten by her parents and younger brother Jimmy, and the sounds of the table being cleared and the dishwasher running. By then it was 9 and Ellen started to undress for bed. She checked out her bottom in the mirror, it was still a dullish red, not as bright as right after her spanking but still noticeable, and there were faint purplish circular marks from the brush all over it. It was incredibly sore and very tender to the touch. She knew she'd be sleeping on her stomach tonight.
At 10 o'clock she got into bed to read for a bit. Just then there was a knock on her door. Ellen's stomach filled with butterflies, please let it not be Dad, she thought. Her heart was pounding as she saw the door open. She got up off the bed to answer the door. It was her father. She stood there in her pyjamas, she saw the look on his face, and then... the slipper in his hand. Her face expressed the despair she felt, her eyes were wide, her mouth in a round O of dread and expectation. "Daddy, no, mom already spanked me, hard with the brush. I'm really sorry and I promise I won't borrow your car again, don't give me another spanking, please Daddy!"
But her father was in no mood to argue with her. He sat down on the bed, where her mother had sat just 5 hours before. Ellen blushed furiously as he told her to pull down her pyjama bottoms and get over his knee. She was crying even before the first atrocious smart of the leather slipper smacked across her already well-spanked bare bottom. Her father's right arm rose and fell a good 100 times before he set down the slipper and allowed his howling and very thoroughly chastised daughter to cry herself to sleep.