Subject: Story: Kate's General Store-Part 7
From: Carolina Jim <email@example.com>
Date: Fri, 27 Dec 1996 16:28:37 -0500
"I bet I know what they're in here for!", a grinning Chrissy remarked to Kate when Ellen and Darla Trimble came into the store. "They need to buy a present for Mary Martha."
"I bet you're right!", her mom replied. It seemed like every young person in town was buying something for the birthday girl that Saturday. "I'll go help them while you watch the register."
The Trimble girls were aimlessly wandering the general merchandise aisles when Kate approached. "Hi, Mrs. Hollings...boy, are we glad to see you!", perky Darla, 18, said with a sigh of relief. "We need to get a present-"
"For Mary Martha Lewis?", Kate asked, finishing the sentence for her.
Darla nodded. "Tonight's her party, and we don't have the slightest idea what to get her." She looked to her left and saw a nice comb and brush set on the counter. "Hey, that looks OK. What do you think, Ellen? We'll have enough if we put our money together."
The tall, brown-haired older sister started to lean over and inspect the set, only to be interrupted by a frowning Kate. "Oh, I don't know about that...", she told them. "Jenny Stocks was in here a little while ago and bought one just like that. I'm sure it was for Mary Martha."
"I told you we should have come this morning...", the 20-year-old hissed at Darla. "Now what are we going to get her?"
Kate saw the blank expressions on the girls' faces and scratched her head. "I've got a suggestion...isn't Mary Martha going away to school in the fall? Maybe she could use some nice stationary to write letters home."
"Perfect!", Darla squeeled. Kate led them across the store and showed them a selection. Darla bought a box of writing paper and envelopes while Ellen opted for a fountain pen. "She's gonna like these!", the younger girl gushed.
Mission accomplished. "Here, I'll wrap these up for you.", Kate volunteered. "Tell me, is your mother going to the Women's League meeting tonight?"
The girls nodded in the affirmative. "Not only is SHE going...", Darla added, "but our grandmother got here last night and she's going, too."
Kate's eyes lit up. "Great! I haven't seen her in almost a year! Tell her I can't wait to see her when you get back to the house..."
Now that the burden of finding a present was lifted, the walk home was filled with talk of more pressing problems - what to wear. Ellen, by nature more conservative than her red-haired sister, was leaning toward her plain yellow dress. "Come on, Ellen! You always wear that! Why don't you put on that blue skirt you wore to your high school graduation?"
Ellen was aghast at the very idea! Why, that skirt was almost too tight then! In fact, Ruth Trimble almost didn't let her daughter wear it. And now that the once-skinny Ellen had filled out, it was out of the question. "No way!", she told Darla as they walked in the front door.
"Hi Mom! Hi Grandma!", Darla exclaimed. "We got Mary Martha's presents. Guess what they are!"
Ruth was not the least bit interested in guessing anything as she sat next to her mother, Ida, on the couch. "Didn't you two have chores to do today?", she asked in that dull monotone that always meant trouble.
The two sisters gulped and exchanged worried glances. "Well, yes, Mom...", Darla conceded, "but we didn't think you'd mind if we put them off until after church tomorrow. After all, Grandma's here and everything."
"That's right, Mom...", Ellen said meekly. "We'll do them just as soon as we get home tomorrow."
"You two know the rules around here - no one goes out on Saturday until all the chores are done. Isn't that right?"
The girls grudgingly admitted it was. "But Mom...just this once. We're sorry.", Darla pleaded.
Ruth wasn't buying it. "I'm sorry, girls, but I've noticed you've been rather lax in your household responsibilities lately - both of you. But you need not worry about doing them tomorrow. No, they'll be done tonight after supper. Consider yourselves grounded for the next two weekends, starting right now."
"Nooooo, Mommmmm...", Darla whined. "You can't...we're going to a party tonight..."
"You're not going anywhere.", was Ruth's stern response.
Ellen was stunned and embarrassed. Darla was grounded every so often; after all, she was still in high school. But Ellen was almost finished with her sophomore year at the community college and hadn't been grounded since she was 15! "Mother, I'm 20 years old - don't you think I'm a little too old for that? Besides, this is Mary Martha's 18th birthday. Mrs. Lewis went to a lot of trouble getting everything ready."
"I'm sure she did, and I know everyone who goes will have a good time. You two won't be among them, however.", Ruth responded matter-of-factly. "And no, young lady, I don't consider you too old. You're grounded, and that's that."
"But Mom...", the girls moaned in unison. "It's not fair!", Darla said a little too loudly and with a stomp of her foot.
Ruth shot up from the couch. "That's enough out of both of you!", she shouted, pointing her finger. "Do you want me to get Mr. Hairbrush?"
Immediately the room grew quiet. Ellen's and Darla's faces blushed a deep red. Their ears burned at being talked to in such a juvenile fashion, especially with Grandma sitting there. Although the hairbrush had not been used in over four years (Ruth had threatened them with it many times since), two sets of bottomcheeks involuntarily twitched. "I'm waiting...", Ruth said.
"No, Ma'am...", Darla whispered. It was her then-14-year-old backside that was the last recipient; Ellen's last spanking was almost six years ago.
"I didn't think so. Now go to your rooms and get ready for supper."
The girls didn't have to be told twice. The girls hurried from the living room, absolutely mortified at being threatened with a spanking at their ages.
Ruth turned and saw her mother shaking her head. "I heard you tell them not to go out until their chores were done.", Ida stated. "You should have warmed their bottoms and sent them straight to bed. That's what I would have done."
"I know...", Ruth replied with a wry smile and a gentle rub of her buttocks. "But I rarely need to spank them. I save that as a last resort. Believe me, I have no qualms about applying a hairbrush to an 18-year-old bare bottom, or a 20-year-old one for that matter. I guess I take after Dear Old Mom..."
"Alright, girls, your grandmother and I are going to the Women's League meeting tonight and should be back around ten. I want all your chores done and the kitchen cleaned up. Remember, you're grounded - no leaving the house. Understood? And get your elbows off the table."
The despondant sisters nodded, though their sadness was for two different reasons. Ellen was mad at herself for not doing her chores when she was supposed to; if she had, none of this would have happened, including that horrible moment about her mother getting "Mr. Hairbrush." Her ears still burned everytime she thought about it. Darla, on the other hand, was upset not because her chores weren't done, but because Ruth punished her for it. "It's just not fair!", she thought over and over.
Not surprisingly, it was the high school senior who suggested going to the party anyway. "You know, if we hurry up and do the dishes and the rest of our chores, we can still go to Mary Martha's for a little while.", she said after Ruth and Ida left. "Just long enough to give her her presents and maybe have some ice cream and cake."
Ellen was skeptical, also not a surprise. Darla was the risk-taker in the family. "You're crazy...", she told Darla, "haven't we gotten into enough trouble for one day?"
"No I'm not.", the younger girl said. "Mary Martha's house is only a block away. We can be back in half an hour or 45 minutes. C'mom - it's her birthday! It won't be the same giving her her presents tomorrow."
"Well, only for half an hour..."
The dishes were done in record time that evening, as were the other assigned tasks. The girls changed clothes, gathered the presents, and were on the way out when Ellen got cold feet. "I don't know about this...we're supposed to be grounded." It took some heavy-duty persuading on Darla's part to convince her. "Oh, OK...let me get my sweater...", a relenting Ellen finally sighed...
It was ten on the dot when Ruth and Ida returned. Ellen and Darla, wearing pajamas and sprawled out on the floor in front of the tiny black-and-white television, greeted them with smiles. "How was your meeting?", Darla asked.
"It was fine, Dear.", Ruth replied before looking at Ida and grinning. "Although I thought your grandma and Kate Hollings would never stop talking." Her voice turned serious. "How did it go tonight? Did you get everything done like you were supposed to?" The girls assured her they had. "Good. Now, if you'd done them like you were supposed to, you could have gone to the party. Aren't you sorry you didn't?"
"Yes, Ma'am...", Ellen and Darla answered, sounding as remorseful as could be. Ruth and Ida went to bed that evening none the wiser.
"The Reverend's sermon was very good this morning.", Ida commented on the way home from church. It was about children obeying their parents. "You don't suppose he heard about what happened yesterday, do you?"
"I don't know...", Ruth said while her daughters rolled their eyes in the back seat. "At any rate, it came a day too late for Ellen and Darla. I hope you two were listening to the Reverend."
"We were, Mother.", they replied. The last thing they wanted to hear was another lecture. "Don't worry, we'll do our chores on time from now on.", Ellen added.
Like always, Ruth started preparing Sunday dinner as soon as they got home. The girls, still wearing their best dresses, helped out by making a fresh pitcher of iced tea and setting the table. Their mother insisted that they remained dressed up until the meal was over, then they were free to change into more casual clothes.
The roast was barely in the oven when Ida happened to look out the front window. "Ruth, I think you've got company.", she called out.
"It's probably Joan Kelly...", the aproned mom told Darla as she left the kitchen. "She said she was going to return the casserole dish she borrowed this afternoon."
Only it wasn't Mrs. Kelly. "Oh, that's Evelyn Lewis...", Ruth said when she got a look at the woman walking up the driveway. Her voice was loud enough to hear in the kitchen. Ellen and Darla exchanged panicked looks while their stomachs did flips. They stood, unable to move, as Ruth answered the front door.
"I hope I'm not interrupting dinner or anything...", Evelyn began, "but I just wanted to return this sweater Ellen left at our house last night. I'm glad she and Darla were able to come - they're such nice girls. And Mary Martha just loved the fountain pen and writing paper..."
"Oh, God!", Ellen frantically whispered as Mrs. Kelly's words filtered into the kitchen. Wringing her hands and with eyes bulging with fear, she turned to Darla. "What are we going to do! Mrs. Lewis just told Mom we were at her house last night!"
A worried Darla ran a hand across her moist forehead. "I don't know! Why did you have to leave your stupid sweater over there!"
The girls heard Ruth say goodbye and then the front door close. They braced themselves for their mother's wrath. Nothing happened. They could hear Ruth and Ida talking in hushed tones in the living room, but couldn't make out what they were saying. A few minutes later, there were footsteps going up the stairs. "What's going on?", Darla asked softly, perhaps sensing a reprieve.
"I don't know...", Ellen whispered back, just before the footsteps returned - this time coming down the stairs.
"Ellen...Darla...will you come in here, please?"
Once again, the sisters looked at each other and took a deep breath. With hearts pounding, they entered the living room. "Nooooo!", Darla gasped when she saw the hairbrush in Ruth's hand and a straight-backed chair placed in the center of the room.
"Mother, I can explain!", Ellen pleaded as she watched her mother seat herself on the armless chair. "We were over there just long enough to give Mary Martha her presents! Then we came straight home! Really!" The terrified 20-year-old looked over to Ida, who was sitting on the couch. "Really, Grandma! That's all we did!"
"That's right, Mom!", a shaking Darla explained. "I bet we weren't over there ten minutes! Please! I don't want a spanking!"
Ruth placed the hairbrush on her lap and folded her arms. "Did I not ground you yesterday? And did I not tell you you weren't to leave this house?" The girls bowed their heads. "That's what I thought. Darla, come over here."
"No, Mommy!", the red-haired senior protested even as she walked to her seated mother. "Please, don't spank me..."
"Stop your whining, girl!", Ruth admonished as she pulled the sniffling teen to her side. "You're going to get your bottom blistered and that's that! I'll be very surprised if you or your sister do much sitting in the next week or so!" The angry mom reached up under Darla's long dress and slip and hooked her fingers inside the girdle. "These are coming down!"
"No! Not in front of Grandma!", Darla begged as the tight-fitting garment and the panties underneath began their descent. She saw her stockings start to sag. "Noooooo!"
"You should have thought of that before you left the house last night!" The girdle, underpants, and stockings continued down Darla's long legs. "Besides, your bare backside won't be the first she's ever seen spanked!"
When the lowered items of clothing reached Darla's ankles, Ruth flipped her across her lap and hiked up the back of the naughty daughter's slip and dress. Darla's chubby white bare buttocks tensed. "No Mommmmmmy pleeeease!"
"You're going to wish you never walked out the front door last night!", Ruth promised as she raised her arm. SPLAT! SPLAT! The heavy wooden brush smacked the upturned, ample backside, once on each jiggling cheek. "Do you KNOW why you're GETTING this!" SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Aieeeee! Aieeeee! "Yes Mommmmy! Stop! Please!" SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! "Ohhhhh! Owwwww! Aieeeeee! I WON'T do it AGAIN! Aieeee! Stop! No more!" SPLAT! SPLAT! WHACK! SMACK!
Fair-skinned Darla's behind reddened quickly under her mother's careful guidance. Ruth was not about to allow one inch of her backside to escape the punishing hairbrush's corrective qualities. SPLAT! SPLAT! SMACK! WHACK! SPLAT! SNACK-SMACK-SMACK! "What HAPPENS to young LADIES who go OUT when they AREN'T supposed TO!"
SPLAT! SPLAT! SMACK! "Aieeeee! Owwwww! Ohhhhh! They get SPANKED! Aieeeee!" WHACK! SMACK! "Nooooooo!"
"Yes, THEY are!" SMACK-SMACK-SMACK! "And HOW are THEY spanked!" SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT!
"On the BARE bottom! Ohhhh! Aieeeee!" The tears started flowing. The toes of Darla's dress shoes pounded the floor as best they could with the girdle wrapped around her ankles. "Aieeeee! Aieeeeeee! I'm SORRRRRRY! OHHHHHH!"
SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! "That's RIGHT! They get THEIR pants pulled DOWN and get SPANKED on the bare BOTTOM!" SPLAT! SPLAT! SMACK! SMACK! "Just LIKE you're GETTING right NOW!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! "Are you PAYING attention, ELLEN!" SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT!
The 20-year-old, unable to take her eyes off her sister's reddish-violet, blistered behind, was barely able to nod her head. "Yes, Mommy..."
Ruth imparted a final dozen smacks to Darla's seat of learning and pushed her off her lap. The sobbing girl layed on her side, drew her legs up, and writhed in agony as Ellen was ordered to her mother's side.
"Mother, please...not in front of Grandma...", Ellen implored as Ruth's hands went under and up her dress. "I know I deserve a spanking, but not like this..."
Ruth's response was to begin tugging her eldest daughter's girdle right down. Ellen's eyes filled with tears as the snug-fitting Playtex sheath and her nylon underpants were dragged down over the nicely-rounded buttocks. "No...", she moaned, watching the stockings she was so proud of start to droop. "Please...don't pull my pants down..."
Across mother's lap she went. Up went the back of her dress and slip, baring a set of milky-white bottomcheeks that were slimmer and more rounded than her sister's. Ellen balanced herself on her palms, very much aware of Ida sitting across from her. "Please Grandma...make her stop!"
Ida had no sympathy for her red-faced and bare-bottomed granddaughter draped across the maternal lap. "You'll get no help from me, young lady! I hope your mother spanks you until you can't sit down for a week!"
"Don't worry, Mother..." SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! "That's EXACTLY what I INTEND to do!", Ruth said as she began disciplining Ellen. SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK! SMACK! "We're GOING to have..." SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT!" "Two very sore YOUNG Misses around the HOUSE for the NEXT several DAYS!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Oval-shaped pink blotches soon covered the entire expanse of the struggling Ellen's girlish behind. "Ohhhhhh! Aieeeeee! Noooooo! Mommmmmmy! Stop! No more!", she begged and pleaded as her bottom heated up. SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK! "I'll NEVER do it AGAIN! AIEEEEE! I PROMISE!" SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK! SPLAT!
"You should be ASHAMED of yourself!" SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK! "A girl YOUR age HAVING to be SPANKED like a LITTLE girl!" SPLAT! SPLAT! SMACK! SPLAT! "I HOPE your PROUD!" SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK! SMACK!
"AIEEEEE! AIEEEE! OHHHHHH!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! "I am ASHAMED!" SPLAT! SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK! "Please STOP!" SPLAT! SMACK! "I've had ENOUGH!"
"I'll say WHEN you've HAD enough!", Ruth stated emphatically, continuing to punish the purpling orbs. SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! "Tell me what's GOING to HAPPEN to TWO certain young LADIES the NEXT time they DISOBEY!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OHHHH! WAAAAAHAAAAHAAAA! They're going TOOOOO get spanked! OWWWWW! AIEEEEE!" SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! SMACK! "With their PANTS down! OHHHHHH! OHHHHH! PLEASE MOMMMMMY! I'll be a GOOD girl for NOW on!", Ellen sobbed, her backside the temperature of a blast furnace. SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!
"Well, we'll JUST see about THAT!", Ruth said before administering the final smacks to Ellen's bruised and blistered behind. "Now get up and face the wall - both of you! Leave your undergarments where they are and hold your dresses up so your grandmother and I can see your naughty backsides! MOVE!"
Ellen got up from Ruth's lap and clamped both hands to her swollen bottom as the tears continued to rain. Darla painfully managed to get to her feet, and together the crying girls hobbled to the wall.
"Get those dresses up higher!", Ruth ordered. The sisters immediately hiked them up over their waists, displaying two well-spanked fannies. "That's better! Now you can just stand there for the next thirty minutes!"
Darla and Ellen had faced the off-white wall for about fifteen minutes when a bad day got worse. The doorbell rang! They looked over their shoulders and pleaded to be allowed to go to their rooms. "You'll do no such thing!", Ruth told them. "It's only Mrs. Kelly. You may lower your dresses, but don't you dare touch your underwear." Ruth looked at Ida and pointed at the simmering hairbrush on the end table. "If either one tries to pull up their pants, use it."
A minute later, Ruth ushered Joan Kelly into the living room. The visitor was greeted by the sight of two sniffling girls looking at the wall, both rubbing the seats of their dresses; girdles, panties, and stockings lying in a heap around their shoes. "Oh-ohhhh...", Joan said solemnly, "it looks like a couple of young ladies just got their bottoms warmed."
"Yes, they did.", Ruth said, to her daughters' complete mortification. "I just found out they went to Mary Martha's birthday party last night after they were grounded. I tanned their bare backsides but good."
Joan shrugged her shoulders. "When will girls ever learn? I had to take a switch to my Martha last year, and she's a year older than Darla. And Sally! If that 16-year-old doesn't straighten out pretty soon, she's gonna get it, too." Mrs. Kelly smiled. "Who am I to talk...I was older than Ellen when I got my last spanking."
Fortunately for the Trimble girls, Joan was in a hurry. She handed Ruth the casserole dish and thanked her. "I've got to run...", she said, and turned towards Ellen and Darla. "I hope your rear ends feel better..."
Joan's visit only brought fresh tears to the girls' eyes. After Ruth saw her to the door, she returned and told them to pull up their pants. "No, Mom! Please let us change!", they wailed. "The girdle is too tight!"
A disgusted Joan walked over to them, lifted their dresses, and delivered a brief but effective handspanking to their already seared bottoms. "Now pull them up! You will wear those clothes until after you do the dinner dishes. Then you're going straight to bed for the remainder of the day - you can take them off then and not before!"
Moans and groans filled the room as girdles, underpants, and stockings were retrieved. "Oh Mommy...it hurts!", Darla cried as she rubbed her behind. "My bottom is on fire!" Ellen didn't say a word; she didn't have to - the pain was written all over her tear-stained face.
"Alright, into the kitchen and set the table.", Ruth demanded. "And I'd only set two places if I were you. I have a feeling you'll be eating standing at the counter."
The girls reluctantly obeyed. Every step was excruciating as the girdles rubbed against their blistered skin. More than once, they had to stop what they were doing, arch their backs, and massage their bottoms. The roast cooking in the oven was nothing compared to the buttocks broiling inside two pairs of nylon panties...
"The dishes are done, Mom...", Ellen reported, her eyes still puffy from crying.
Ruth looked up from the Sunday paper. "Very well...", she told the two sad- faced young ladies standing uncomfortably before her, "get upstairs and go to bed. I don't want to see either of you until tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Ma'am...", the girls whispered, and gave their mother and grandmother a kiss before heading for the stairs.
The living room was quiet. Ida glanced over at her daughter and saw a lone tear rolling down Ruth's cheek. She got up from her chair and sat down on the couch next to her. "What's troubling you, Dear...you only did what you had to."
"I know. But that was the hardest thing I've ever done...", Ruth replied with a sniffle.
Ida took her hand and squeezed it. "I know it was.", she said with great sincerity. "Believe me, I know it was..."
THE END Part 7