Subject: Story: Class Of 1969
From: Carolina Jim <carolinajim@greenvillenc.com>
Date: Sun, 23 Feb 1997 22:23:54 -0500
Once again, it was Fran Easterling and her youngest daughter, Brenda, seated at the table eating breakfast. The third chair was empty. This was turning into a habit, one which Fran wasn't particularly pleased with. It seemed that ever since her graduation a month ago, oldest daughter Linda had taken to staying out late at night and not getting up the next day until nearly noon. "Was your sister up when you came downstairs?", she asked Brenda. The perky 14-year-old gave Fran her best "don't be ridiculous" look, although she did say she heard Linda come home about three in the morning.
Fran shook her head in disgust. It hadn't always been like that, not by a longshot. Up until graduation, Linda had been the perfect daughter. She went to church every Sunday, always did more than her share of chores around the house without complaint or being told, and studied hard. So hard, in fact, that the 18-year-old finished first in her class. Her Valedictorian speech was received with a standing ovation. Linda didn't drink, smoke, or use drugs like so many of her generation - her main vice was her mother's strawberry shortcake. She had gone through her teen years without a curfew. Fran trusted her completely, and not once had her daughter let her down. Now, Fran was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake. And there were those new "friends" that Linda had made...
When a still half-asleep Linda finally made an appearance nearly four hours later, her mother and sister were sitting down to lunch. "Good grief!", Brenda gasped when she saw what her sister was wearing. The tall, leggy teenager had on a mini-skirt that barely covered her buttocks. Two dark nipples pointed through a white tee-shirt, making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Linda's brown hair hung limply about her shoulders, and there were circles under her eyes. A pair of leather sandals completed the outfit.
"Leave me alone.", the recent grad grunted as she sat down. That was another thing that was different. Linda's ever-cheery disposition had evaporated along with her appearance.
Fran bit her lip. Whatever happened to her little girl, the one who always dressed so conservatively and took pride in the way she looked? The one who always asked mom what to do when she wasn't sure about something? "Linda, we need to talk."
"Oh, Mom...not again.", she said with a deep sigh. "Besides, I don't have time. I'm meeting Lisa and Crystal at one. That's less than an hour."
"Dressed like that? Good Lord, girl! You can see your breasts under that shirt! And that skirt is way too short!"
Fran's words went in one ear and out the other. "Come on, Mother. Give it a break! For crying out loud, I'm 18 years old and out of high school! I'll be in college in the fall! I think I'm old enough to decide what to wear! Besides, everyone dresses like this!"
"No they don't.", Fran replied calmly. "What about Barbara next door? She's supposed to be your best friend, and she doesn't go around dressed like a hippie."
Linda rolled her eyes. "Barbara? She's such a square! I'm sorry, but I can't stand her anymore!"
Fran sat back in her chair. "You mean she's not like Lisa and Crystal..."
"That's right!", Linda shot back.
"By the way, that's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. Are you sure you're doing the right thing by hanging around those two? I've heard from some of the ladies at church that they don't have the best reputations, and from the way you've been behaving lately it looks like they're starting to rub off on you. I think you need to find some new friends."
"Now you're telling me who my friends should be!", Linda almost screamed. "I don't give a damn what those old farts at church say! Why don't they - and you - mind your own fucking business!"
Fran and Brenda sat motionless, their mouths wide open. Up to then, the strongest oath ever muttered in the Easterling house was "darn". "Young lady, go to your room.", Fran whispered, still shocked at her daughter's outburst. "And I'm not asking you to find new friends, I'm telling you. You aren't to associate with Lisa and Crystal. Is that clear?"
Linda stood up and looked at her mother. "Go to Hell.", she said, and ran from the house...
Fran was crushed. She sat at the table for the longest time after Linda left, wiping away tears. "Don't worry, Mom...", Brenda consoled, "she didn't mean it. It's all Lisa's and Crystal's fault. I've met them a couple of times, and they act like that all the time. Anyway, Linda will come home this afternoon and everything will be forgotten."
That remained to be seen. Fran wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to forget what happened. Linda had never talked to her like that. The way she acted and the language she used only reinforced her mother's committment to keep her away from those two girls. They were trouble with a capital T, and she wasn't about to let Linda be dragged down to their level.
An hour or so later, Fran had a visitor. It was Barbara, wanting to know if Linda was home. "I haven't seen her since graduation...", the sad-looking teen said, "and I was wondering if she was mad at me or something. I haven't even seen her in church."
Fran invited Barbara in, noticing how neatly she was dressed. Conservative, yet fashionable, slacks, a nice blouse, well-groomed - just like her daughter used to look. "Linda's not home right now.", she told her. "In fact, she's hardly ever home anymore. But I'm sure it's not because she's mad at you or anything."
"She's with Crystal and Lisa, isn't she?", a disappointed Barbara said. Fran nodded. "I should have guessed. Right before school got out, Linda introduced me to those two. I didn't like them from the start, and I told her so. The way those girls dressed and talked was disgusting. If I used language like that, I'd get my mouth washed out with soap. I wanted no part of them. But Linda said she was tired of being a goody-two-shoes all the time. I guess that's why she hangs around them."
So Linda wanted to change her image, Fran thought. Well, she was succeeding. She thanked Barbara for the explanation. "Would you like a glass of lemonade before you go? It's awfully hot out there today."
Barbara glanced at her watch. "Oh, gosh! It's later than I thought! I'd really like to, Mrs. Easterling, but I have to hurry home! You see, my sister is home from college, and the other night we got into an argument. Mom told us to stop, but we didn't listen. So now we're grounded every night for a week."
"That's too bad.", Fran said sympathetically.
"Thats's not the worst of it...", Barbara said, putting a hand on the seat of her slacks. "Mom spanked us, too. My bottom is still sore. Well, I have to go..."
Fran saw her to the door and said goodbye. "Uhmmmm, a spanking...", the concerned mom thought as she watched Barbara walk down the driveway.
Supper was over and the dishes were done. There was no sign of Linda. She hadn't come home at all since storming out of the house. Brenda and Fran were in the living room watching television when they heard a car pull up in front of the house. The car door opened and closed. "That must be her.", Brenda offered.
Fran took a deep breath. "Dear, would you mind staying in your room for a little while? Your sister and I have something to discuss." Brenda looked puzzled but did as she was asked, scampering up the stairs just as Linda entered the house.
"Come in here, please.", Fran ordered, mustering authority in her voice for the very first time.
The disgruntled-looking 18-year-old came into the living room. "What is it now, Mother. Whatever you have to say, make it quick. I just came home to change. Crystal and Lisa are picking me up in half an hour. I'm going out again."
Slowly, Fran stood up and walked towards her daughter. "Ohhhh, you must be mistaken, Linda. I'm not going to say ANYTHING to you. And you won't be going out tonight, either."
Before Linda could mutter a word of protest, her mother grabbed her by the earlobe and pulled her towards the kitchen. "Mother! What are you doing! Stop it!"
First stop - the sink. Still securely holding Linda by the ear, Fran used her free hand to turn on the faucet. The struggling girl, bent over the sink and the back of her mini-skirt riding up to expose a pair of pink bikini panties, gasped when she saw her mother hold a bar of Ivory soap under the running water. "Mother! What are you going to do!", she wailed.
"Why, what does it look like?", Fran replied calmly. "I'm going to wash your filthy mouth out with soap! It certainly needs it after the language you used today!"
Despite protestations and futile evasive movements, the soap was duly inserted. "Aaaaaaargggghhhhhh...Aaaaaaaaargggghhhhh...", the class Valedictorian gagged as Fran twisted the bar around.
"Get a good taste of it, young lady!", Fran warned. "You're going to have the cleanest mouth in town!"
To Linda's eternal relief, the soap finally came out. No amount of spitting and sputtering could erase the terrible taste. "Mother! That was horrible!", she cried after being released from her mother's grip. "Yuchhhhh! Yuchhhhh!" Thinking her ordeal was over, she started to leave.
"And where do you think you're going?" Fran took her by the arm, effectively cancelling her departure.
"Mother stop!", Linda begged, struggling to get free.
Two sharp smacks to the seat of her mini-dress shocked the errant teenager to the very core. For the first time in her 18 years, her mother had struck her. It was then when she saw the hairbrush on the table. "Nooooooooo!"
"Yes! You, young lady, are in for a spanking!" Fran pulled a chair out from the table and seated herself. In one fluid motion, she draped Linda across her lap and lifted the back of the short skirt. "You aren't going to sit down for a week after I get finished with you!", she promised, yanking down the panties to mid-thigh.
Out of the corner of her tear-filled eye, Linda saw her mom reach for the hairbrush. "NO MOTHER! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!", she screamed, just before the oval-shaped wooden brush descended with a loud CRACK on her snow-white left buttock. "OWWWWW! MOTHERRRRRR! IT HURRRRRRTS!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! OWWWWW! OHHHHHHH! PLEEEEASE STOP!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Already Linda's slender bottomcheeks were turning a rosy red. Fran may not have spanked her daughters before, but she had had plenty of experience on the receiving end when she was a teenager to draw on. "You better not EVER-" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "talk to me or anyone else-" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "like that again!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Do you-" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "hear me!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"YES MOMMY! OHHHHHHHH! AIEEEEEEEE! I HEAR YOU!", Linda cried, her scarlet bottom having erupted in flames. "I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! AIEEEEEEEEE! OHHHHHHH! I PROMISE!"
"And you will not-" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "dress like one of those hippies-" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "any more." SMACK! SMACK! "Is that-" SMACK! SMACK! "clear?" SMACK! SMACK!
"I WON'T MOMMY! AIEEEEEE! NEVER AGAIN! OHHHHHHH!"
Still the hairbrush landed with unerring accuracy on the blistering, upturned backside. Fran was intent on making her oldest daughter's first spanking a memorable one, and she was accomplishing just that. "As for Lisa and Crystal-" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I want you to stay away from them." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"AIEEEEE! I WILL! AIEEEEEEEE!" Never in her worst nightmare did Linda imagine a spanking could hurt so badly! Cries turned to sobs, the salt from her tears mixing with the soapy taste in her mouth. The hairbrush had turned into a hot iron, branding her mother's commandments on her bottom.
Fran, certain her message was getting through to the sobbing 18-year-old over her lap, concluded the spanking by adding a few well-placed blows to the back of the thighs. Linda howled even louder. "Boy, I didn't think Mom had it in her...", Brenda thought as she listened in her bedroom. The younger girl got a sinking feeling in her stomach. If Linda could get spanked, so could she.
"OK, young lady. On your feet." Sobbing uncontrollably, Linda reached back and gently rubbed her swollen behind before slowly getting up. Pulling up her panties up over the welts and blisters brought even more tears. "I hope I don't have to do that again, Linda, but I will if the need arises. You'll be living here while you're going to college, so I suggest you mind your P's and Q's."
"I will, Mother...", the thoroughly-chastized girl sniffled while softly massaging the smoldering seat of her underpants.
Fran smiled and put her arm around her. "Come on, I'll walk you upstairs to your room. I think you need to spend the rest of the night in bed." They were nearly at the stairs when the doorbell rang. "I think you better answer the door.", Fran suggested firmly.
"Yes, Ma'am." Linda pulled her hands away from her bottom and tried to wipe away her tears. She went to the door and opened it, Fran's hands on her shoulders.
"Are you ready - hey, what happened to you!", Crystal exclaimed when she saw Linda's tear-ravaged face.
Fran, seeing the two slovenly dressed trollops, decided to handle the situation herself. She told Linda to go to her room. As she walked away, the girls stared at the angry-red, oval marks on the back of her legs that the mini-skirt didn't hide. "Yes, they're what you think they are.", Fran remarked. "If you think they look bad, you should see what her bottom looks like. And if I ever catch you around my daughter again, I'll do the same to you. So unless you want the spankings both of you so richly deserve, I suggest you leave right now." Lisa and Crystal nearly fell over one another running to the car...
The next morning before breakfast, a very sore Linda dutifully gathered all the clothes which she suspected her mom would find objectionable and brought them to the kitchen. Fran smiled at how she was dressed; a loose-fitting, knee-length skirt, a blouse that was buttoned all the way to the top, and, of course, a bra. Her hair was neatly combed, and she wore just a hint of make-up. "Throw them right in the trash...", her mother said of the forbidden attire, "and sit down for breakfast. I've got some news for you."
Linda's face blushed brightly when she saw the pillow Fran had placed on her chair. However, her bottom was in no shape to sit down without it. With a grimace and a soft moan, she lowered her blistered and bruised bottomcheeks onto the soft cushion and squirmed.
"You'll never guess who had a wreck early this morning.", Fran said. "I heard on the news that Crystal and Lisa had an accident about 2:00 AM. They'll be in the hospital for a few days, but they'll be OK. The same can't be said about Lisa's father's car. It was totalled."
"Wow, Linda...you could have been in that car, too!", Brenda said. "Mom was right after all!"
Linda broke into tears. Wincing, she got up from her chair and walked stiffly to Fran. "Thanks, Mom...", she said with a sniffle while giving her a hug. "I think I'll give Barbara a call and see what she's doing...
The End