Subject: "Little Jenny's Research Paper"- F/F, nc, no sex
From: jenmoo33@aol.com (Jenmoo33)
Date: 23 Jun 1999 13:09:16 -0700
Although the tone of the story is very mother/daughter-ish, it's really a little age-play fantasy of mine. I wrote it during a time that school was making me crazy, and I just wanted someone to grab me and "straighten me out" (so to speak) (Fortunately, after I wrote this story, I got my wish:)) It's F/F, non-consensual, no sex. If the age-play or spanking stuff makes you uncomfortable, lurk around some other newsgroup! If you like this story, you can send me a note at: secretgirl_33@yahoo.com Enjoy!
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"What do you have to do tonight?" she said.
"Some research and the outline for my research paper," little Jenny said.
"Don't you think you ought to get started?" she said, firmly.
"I can't," little Jenny said. "I'm too tired."
"It's something that needs to be done. You need to start it now," she said.
"But I don't want to do it."
"You have to do it. You don't have a choice."
"Yes, I do. And I don't want to do it," little Jenny said, belligerently.
"Get out your books," she said.
"I don't want to do it!"
"I won't hear it. Get out your books."
"NO!"
"Get out your books or you're going over my knee," she said, firmly.
Little Jenny took her books out of her bag and slammed them on the table.
"Watch yourself, young lady," she said, firmly. "Now, do you have note cards?"
"Yes," little Jenny said, grumpily.
"Okay, get cracking," she said, sitting down at the table with her and taking out a book.
"I need to look for something," little Jenny said, slyly.
"What?"
"A pencil," little Jenny said.
"There's not one in your bag?"
"But they're all dull. I want a sharp one," little Jenny said.
"Okay, but hurry up. It's late and you have a lot of work to do," she said.
Little Jenny went to her room and played with her pencil sharpener, sharpening all of the pencils in her room. Then she began to pick up her room. Then she made her bed. She started to alphabetize her books, when her mother came in the room.
"What is taking you so long?" she said, firmly.
"Just looking for a book," little Jenny said, nervously.
"You are this close to a spanking, young lady," she said, holding her fingers close together to illustrate. She took little Jenny by the arm and led her back downstairs. She sat her down in the chair.
"I forgot my pencil," little Jenny said.
"Start reading- I'll get it."
"Stupid project," little Jenny mumbled. Little Jenny started to read, and her mother put the pencil down next to her. Little Jenny took some notes for a while and then started to get fidgety and distracted. Little Jenny stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"To get some water. I'm thirsty."
"Be quick about it," her mother said.
Little Jenny went into the kitchen and poured herself some water. She stood by the counter and drank it very slowly. Her mother came into the kitchen after about five minutes to see what was taking so long.
"Can I go to bed and do this tomorrow?" little Jenny said. "I'm sooo tired."
"No. Young lady, you're pushing me to the limit. March yourself back into that dining room and get cracking," she said.
Little Jenny felt a tantrum coming on. She didn't want to go back to the dining room, she didn't want to do the research, she was tired of school.
"I'm not doing it!!" little Jenny shouted, stomping her foot on the kitchen floor. "I won't do it! I don't wanna do it! I don't wanna go to school, I don't wanna do this stupid paper, I wanna go to bed!!!"
"Then I guess you'll be doing it on a sore bottom," she said, taking her arm and leading her over to the chair in the corner of the kitchen.
"No, Mumma. I'll do it. I'm sorry. I'll do my work," little Jenny pleaded.
Her mother pulled little Jenny over her lap and held her firmly by her waist. She began to spank her firmly on the seat of her overalls. Little Jenny wiggled and kicked a little bit.
"I'll do it, Mumma. Please don't spank me," she said, her voice quavering.
"You have to understand how important school is. I can't just sit by and watch you ruin your chances of getting good grades. You're a bright girl, and I'm not going to let your procrastination get in the way of your health," she said, firmly, sending harder swats across little Jenny's seat. She stopped spanking for a moment, and held little Jenny firmly around the waist as she unbuttoned her overalls. Little Jenny tried to wiggle out of her grip as her mother lifted her a little bit in order to lower her overalls to her knees. "No, no, sweetie," she said, continuing to hold her firmly over her lap.
She resumed spanking little Jenny's panty-covered backside with her open palm.
"The more you procrastinate, the more stressed out you get, and the more stressed out you get, the more icky you feel. Especially if you have to stay up late studying and writing papers. This happened to you last semester, and do you remember how scared you were that you might fail?"
Little Jenny wiggled and started to sniffle.
"You have to learn to start your homework earlier and do a little bit each night, so you won't have to do everything in a week, and you won't get so stressed out," she said. "Since you can't be a grown up and take this responsibility yourself, I'm going to start making sure that you stay on task."
Her slaps became quicker and harder, and little Jenny started to cry out a little. She stopped and rubbed little Jenny's back and bottom.
"Are you starting to understand your lesson?"
"I understand," little Jenny said, her voice quavering. "I'll do my work now," she said, trying to get up.
"Oh, no, sweetie. I want to make sure that you really understand how important school is," her mother said, slipping her fingers under the elastic of little Jenny's panties and lowering them to her knees.
"No, Mumma, please," she cried. "I know school is important."
"If you knew that you wouldn't be over my knee right now, would you? If you knew that, you wouldn't have a 2.33 GPA. I don't think you really understand how important school is."
She started to spank little Jenny's bare bottom with her hand. Little Jenny wiggled and cried out a few times. Her mother's striking hand became quicker and harder as little Jenny's bottom became redder and hotter. Little Jenny wiggled and began to cry. She pleaded with her mother to stop, but her mother wouldn't.
"I want you to understand," she said. "I want you to take good care of yourself while you're in school, and you can't do that if you procrastinate all the time."
"It's just so much work, and I'm scared that I'm not smart enough, and I don't do a good job keeping up with the work, and I'm afraid to talk to my professors," little Jenny sobbed. "I'm scared to be at college."
"I know college is scary, but you're a smart girl, and you love to learn. You just need help with self-discipline. I think this little lesson over my knee will help you with that," her mother said, gently, still fervently striking little Jenny's backside.
She stopped for a moment and rubbed little Jenny's back and her sore bottom. Little Jenny cried her heart out, and her mother let her for a little while.
"Okay, sweetie, just a little bit more. I want you to really remember the lesson I taught you today, so I'm going to give you a few swats with the hairbrush," she said.
"No, Mumma. My bottom's too sore," little Jenny wept.
Her mother took the wooden hairbrush off the nail on the wall beside the chair.
"I'm going to give you a few good, hard swats, so you'll remember our lesson today-,"
"No, please," little Jenny whimpered. Her mother raised the hairbrush and sent a solid smack across both of little Jenny's cheeks. Little Jenny jumped and let out a loud cry. She gave her a few more solid smacks that made little Jenny kick, wiggle, and promise exemplary behavior from then on.
"Okay, sweetie, it's all over," she said, in a soothing voice, rubbing little Jenny's back and bottom. She held little Jenny over her lap, letting her cry it all out.
When little Jenny finally calmed down, she helped her up off of her lap, and helped her pull up her panties and overalls.
"Come here. We'll sit for a few minutes before I send you back to your work," she said, pulling little Jenny down so she was sitting on her lap. She wrapped her arms around her tightly and gave her a few kisses.
"I'm only strict with you because I love you so much," she said, gently. "I hurts me to see you hurting your health by not getting your work done within a reasonable time frame."
"I know," Little Jenny said in a small voice.
"So we'll make a better plan for when you're in summer school and next semester?"
Little Jenny nodded.
"Okay, young lady, get going on that research project."
Little Jenny went back into the dining room and started taking notes again. Each time she became a little grumpy about it, she remembered her sore bottom and went back to work.