From: riharpist@aol.com (RIharpist)
Subject: Story by Gigi: Judith 1882
Date: 25 Mar 1997 17:07:42 GMT

        Judith was another ancester of mine, living in Kansas.  She was
five in 1882.  Although she was real, this account is purely fictional. 
Do not read this if you object to the spanking of young children.  This
was accepted practice at that time, but you may object today.  Also,
please do not use this story for any purpose without my permission.

                             Judith 1882
                               by Gigi


        Judith had had a really bad day.  She was sassy, pushy, and
cranky, and she had been disobedient in following directions all day long.
 Her mother had put her over her lap on several occasions for a brief
spanking, just to let her own steam out, but it certainly wasn't enough to
make any impact upon Judith.

        That evening, before bedtime, all of the chldren were gathered
before the fire for some of their father's wonderful stories.  As the
children sat on the braided rug listening with wide eyes, their mother
rocked, smiling as she mended clothing.  This was a wonderful time of the
day.  

        All of a sudden, Judith began to whine, because her father wasn't
telling the story that she wanted.  She was told that she would be sent to
bed, if she didn't stop.  That was not what Judith wanted to  hear, so she
threw herself into a powerful temper tantrum, as though she were a
two-year-old.  Her siblings stared in frightened amazement.

        Judith's mother put down her sewing, picked Judith up, slapped her
fanny, and stood her back down firmly, shaking her finger at her nose. 
"No!  That's enough, young lady!!  You are having a dreadful day!!  Off to
bed with you!!"

        Now, Judith was *really* angry.  What we had here was a war of
wills brewing -- with Judith determined to win.  She leapt back,
completely out of control and began to shout at her mother:

        "GO AWAY, BAD MOTHER!!!"   This was her worst mistake of the
day...............

        Judith's father got up from his chair and quietly patted his other
children on the head as he passed by them.  He lifted Judith up and
carried her out to the shed and sat himself on the top of a nail barrel. 
Over his knees he placed Judith and raised her night gown high up over her
back, exposing her bottom completely.  He reached for the strap, doubled
it over, and began to strap her bare buttocks.

        At first, Judith fought him furiously, biting his leg, kicking
him, shouting terrible things.  It was a full-fledged temper tantrum.  The
strap fell harder, and Judith began to see that she was simply going to
lose this one.  As soon as she stopped fighting, the strap stopped.  She
now cried tears of submission.

        Her father sat her on his lap and talked wit her about the day she
had had.  He told her that the strap was for the terrible things she had
said to her mother and to him, as well as for the tantrums that she was
far too old to have.  He told her that he would now be spanking her for
the disobedience, and then they would talk about what was going on that
she would have been in such a mood.

        Judith begged not to be spanked.  Her father allowed her to slide
off his lap, as she stood before him to talk about her day. She had "every
excuse in the book", as they say, but her father pointed out to her that
she was a little girl and would have to obey her mother, no matter what. 
If she disagreed, it could be discussed later, but not at the time the
direction was given.

        With that, he lifted Judith up, placed her back over his lap, and
she cried as he raised her night gown again.  He raised up his hand and
brought it down several times, as she clenched and unclenched her buttocks
in response.  He adjusted her several times, for she kept sliding, keeping
her bottom high up in the air, so he could spank her with the greatest
ease.

        When it was over, he lifted his daughter up and walked, carrying
her back into the house.  She buried her face into his neck in shame.  A
tiny portion of her red bottom was showing just above the arm that was
carrying her, and her siblings gave out a gasp.  She was set down, the
night gown falling into place around her ankles.  

        Her mother called her weeping daughter to her, wiped her face, and
told her softly that it was time for her to go to bed.  She would miss the
rest of the stories that night.  Our cranky Judith probably needed the
sleep more anyway.  Her mother tenderly tucked her in and kissed her hot,
wet cheeks "goodnight".