Michelle hits her mother and feels what a real punishment is like when her brother find out.
Michelle and her mother stood toe to toe in the hallway of their small house, arguing. It was nothing new, lately Michelle had begun to think she knew everything. That was one thing about 14 year olds, they ALWAYS thought they knew everything, and Michelle was no exception.
“So what if I waited until the last minute to do my paper!” she screamed. “It’s not like it matters! As long as it gets done!”
“Don’t you raise your voice to me young lady!”
“I can raise my voice to you if I want to!”
In an instant her mother slapped her across the face. Michelle gasped, definitely surprised by her mother’s actions. Surprised and angry. In return she slapped her mother right back.
There was silence for a moment and Michelle felt her heart flutter. She had never hit her mother before, but she knew that the look in her mom’s eyes wasn’t a very good one.
“I- I’m sorry..” she stammered, hoping to get herself out of being grounded.
“NO!” her mother yelled, dragging Michelle by the wrist towards her room where she grabbed a belt from her closet. “Get over there!” she ordered.
Michelle’s eyes widened. Since her father died, Mom had let things slide, and she hadn’t been spanked in such a long time. “But Mom..” she pleaded. “I’m 14! I’m too old to be spanked!”
“GET OVER THERE!” Mom ordered again and Michelle finally complied, walking towards her mom and turning around.
Her mother’s belt hit her backside, leaving no trace of punishment whatsoever.
It hit her again but Michelle was bawling like a baby, ashamed at herself and embarassed as hell.
She still cried, although she felt no pain. The fabric of her jeans and her mother’s lack of swing allowed her to feel absolutely nothing. Finally her mother cried and left the room, sitting herself at the kitchen table to smoke a cigarette.
Michelle wiped her eyes. It was after midnight and she had to finish her paper for English class, but she really didn’t want to. Especially after the incident that just happened. She was still blushing furiously and decided to take a detour straight to her room instead of passing through the kitchen where her mom was seated. She looked through her papers and slicked something together that sounded halfway decent and fell into a dreamless sleep without telling her mom goodnight.
Her mother sat inside the kitchen, propping her head up with her hands. She finally heard Michelle go to sleep and dialed up the number of her son, Patirck, Michelle’s older brother. It seemed as if lately she had been turning to him for advice, although he was only in college and 20 years old. He always seemed to see things that she didn’t, always had the perfect answers to her questions. She felt like such a horrible mom, first for hitting her daughter and second for calling up her son for advice. Especially so late in the night… She thought about hanging up, but the voice answered too quickly.
“Hello?” Patrick answered, somewhat stunned.
“Hey Patrick, honey,” Mom said, smiling into the receiver.
“Oh, hey Mom. Everything okay?”
“Yeah… I just called about… well nevermind. Is everything okay?”
“What is it, Mom? What happened? Is it Michelle again?” Patrick knew his younger sister took pride in pissing their mom off.
“Well, yeah..” she answered softly, wanting to change the subject but not being able to. “She was popping off to me earlier so I slapped her then she hit me back.” Patrick gave a slight groan. “So I took her to my room and slapped her with the belt a few times… I feel so bad…”
“Wait… you spanked her?”
“Yeah.. kind of… not too hard but..”
“Was it over her pants?”
“How many times?”
“It’s okay, Mom. You’re an awesome Mom. Look, I’ll deal with Michelle tomorrow after school, okay?”
She nodded. “Patrick are you sure that..”
“I’m sure, Mom. Go to sleep and stop being so hard on yourself.”
Mom nodded and explained to her son how much she loved him then hung up the phone and went to sleep.
The next afternoon Michelle came home to find Patrick sitting on the couch.
“Oh, heya Patrick. How’s it going?”
“Not so well,” he answered. “Last night Mom called me… said that you slapped her?”
“Oh… yeah.. I did. But you can skip the lecture, she already spanked me..” Michelle blushed a little.
“Spanked you? Three slaps over your jeans? Come on, Michelle, you’ve got to be kidding me. If Dad would have been around you would have gotten thirty slaps on the barebottom with his belt. I doubt you even felt Mom’s!”
Michelle gulped a little. Patrick had a good way of knowing what was going on for not being there.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Come on,” he said, grabbing her by the upper arm.
“What are you doing!?” she squeeled.
“I’m doing what should have been done years ago when you started acting like you owned the place.”
“I’m going to spank you.”
Michelle fought with her brother but he had a firm grip on her. He finally dragged her to the bathroom and slammed the door behind them.
“Pants down, hands on the counter,” he ordered. It was his first time to ever deliver a spanking, but he had been spanked enough to know what to do.
“I’m not doing that! You must be crazy!” she yelled.
“If you don’t do that I say, I will make it 35 whacks instead of 30.”
Michelle froze dead in her tracks. “Patrick.. you can’t…”
“I can and I am. The longer you stall, the more likely that I’m going to extend your spanking…”
Michelle decided the threat was enough and finally unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, allowing them to fall to the floor. She turned around and nervously put her hands flat on the counter.
“You will never hit your mother again, Michelle, do you understand?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
Patrick slipped his belt through the loops and folded it over and held it in his right hand. He looked at Michelle’s panty-clad bottom. She was shivering. He finally decided that the panties must be lowered, just like their dad would have done. He proceeded to move towards her and lower them, much to her protest.
“NOOOOOO!” she yelled. She turned around and kept her panties in place. He towered over her.
“Michelle, turn around and stop fighting or you will make it worse on yourself.”
“You’re not Dad,” she spat out.
Patrick was taken aback and blinked for a minute. “It doesn’t matter. I’m still spanking you on your barebottom whether you like it or not. Now turn around and stop fighting!”
Michelle stomped her foot and folded her arms defiantly, determined not to move.
Fed up, Patrick whirled his sister around and gave her a sharp smack with the belt over her panties.
“OWWWWWWW!!!!!” she whined, hopping up and down and rubbing the sting away.
“That’s only one out of 35 more I’m going to give you, so you better turn around and put your hands back on the counter or I’ll make it 40.”
Afraid, Michelle complied and put her hands back on top of the counter and stuck her bottom out. The mere sight of this amused Patrick, the way his sister stuck her butt out like that, the way that she clenched her eyes shut. He knew that his sister couldn’t remember the last time that she was well-spanked and he was determined to let this time sink in.
Once again he moved towards her and tugged at her panties, this time without anything but a whine coming from her. Her pale bottom was exposed with a small pink tracing of where the belt had slapped her. This was definitely nothing compared to what he was about to give her. He raised the belt high and crashed it down directly under the first marking, causing a squeel to come from his sister and another red mark to form. He crashed it down again and again, and after those three times, his sister was screaming loudly and moving and pleading for him to stop.
“Patrickkk!!!! I’m sorryyyy!” she whined.
Patrick paid no attention just brought it down onto the red bottom, not pleased with its color yet. He knew that he would not give her 35 spanks, knew that she would lose count after the first five from so much pain. He just knew that the threat would scare her enough to comply.
He cracked the belt down on her bottom with all of his strength, causing Michelle to jump up and her hands to fly to her bottom. Patrick moved her hands away. “Back on the counter unless you want 40!” he said sternly. She quickly returned them to the counter.
He let another one land with all of his strength right on her sitspot, so the lesson would sink in better. It always sunk in better when the punished one wasn’t able to sit well for a day or so. He landed two more on her sitspots and then three more above them, and then two more on the sit spots and continued in that pattern until she finished bobbing up and down and hung her head, crying like a baby. He dropped his belt on the floor and gathered her into his arms.
“Shhhh, Michelle… it’s okay, just don’t ever hit Mom again. And be good. She loves you a lot and is trying her hardest. Just give her a little credit.”
Michelle nodded as her sobs died down. “I’m sorry, Patrick. I’ll be a good girl,” she promised and hugged him tightly. She left the bathroom and gave her mom a big hug and kiss when she arrived home and apologized for what she did. Mom glanced at Patrick but he only smiled, intending to keep this a secret if that’s what Michelle wanted.