The Slap

The Slap

The unmistakable sound of a slap punctuates the din of the usual "peaceful
evening at home".

"Kialee, stop hitting me!!", wails the oh-so-innocent-and-injured-one.

"You are such a brat!", screams the frustrated and angry teenager, as she
storms from living room to bathroom.

Mom groans, and finishes rinsing the dish she is washing, then slowly dries
her hands on a towel. With resignation, she goes and stands with her hands
on her hips and says, "Alright. What in the hell is going on in here?"

Simultaneously, Mom hears:

      "Kialee hit me!"

      "I told her to pick up her toys and she won't!"

"Kialee, stop hitting your sister! Sarah, stop making your sister crazy!
You know it is time to pick up your toys, now DO it." Mom tries to speak
sternly and even manages a glare, but she only sounds tired. With a glare
for each girl, Mom turns and returns to the kitchen, knowing she could have
saved her breath.

WHACK!

Mom spins around to see the younger girl bent sideways, and rubbing her ass,
while her face crumples into a parody of tears, and she begins to ham it up
for all she is worth. Mom sighs silently, and takes a deep fortifying
breath, and reaches for her strongest wooden spoon. The shaft of sadness
that she is being forced to be violent is quickly replaced with a grim
determination to do the right thing.

Mom goes over and shakes the wooden spoon under the oldest girl's nose and
sternly, grimly demands to know why the teen struck the younger sister.

The stare down commences, and the teen glares into Mom's eyes, then finally
lowers her gaze and very grudgingly answers, "She stuck out her tongue at me
when you turned around!"

Mom sighs, determined not to back down and steadily glares back with steely
intent, saying, "Do not hit your sister, Kialee. How many times do I have
to tell you not to hit?! You are much stronger than she is and much bigger.
You could hurt her. Now find a more constructive and effective way of
dealing with her, or I will use this." Mom shakes the wooden spoon in a
threatening manner.

Kialee looks at the spoon, then gives Mom a cold look of disdain, then turns
to go, saying sulkily, "Yeah, right, Mom."

Mom swings, and "CRACK" the sound of the wooden spoon connecting with
Kialee's ass rebounds through the room.

"Don't you hit me with that!!" Kialee bellows, swinging around.

Mom's eyes narrow as she quietly and with steely intent bores holes through
the teen with her gaze, stating, "Don't you take that tone with me, young
lady! That is no way to speak to your mother! So long as you insist on
acting the brat, you will be treated as a brat, and I will spank you with
whatever I choose!" With that declaration, Mom advances upon the suddenly
nervous teen.

Kialee dodges and calls out, "No, Mom...no....don't you hit me with
that...OWWWW!!"

Mom swings and connects several wild swings to that bad ass. Soon, it
becomes a contest, and Mom pulls rank, saying, "All right, young lady...stop
that squirming and come over here. Get your ass over this bed right now."

Mom feels determined to show this young lady who is still boss in this
house, but feels so sad that she is forced to exert force to make her point.
Grimly, she steels herself to do it right, and pulls out the examples that
Steven so kindly provided through the years.   Mom feels some comfort
donning the "cloak" of "The Strict Mommy"

Kialee, not surprisingly, balks and pouts, "I'm too old to be spanked, Mom.
This isn't funny."

"You're damned right it isn't funny, young lady, and you are definitely not
too old to be spanked. Now lay down on the bed.." "NOW"

Kialee slowly moves to the bedside and stops...glaring.

Mom pulls the threat of the next level out to persuade Kialee to
comply:"You're only making it worse by acting this way, Kialee. Now lay
down and accept your punishment. It is time you accepted responsibility for
your actions. You WILL speak to me with respect young lady."

Kialee finally lays down, with a last little vulnerable look up at Mom.

Mom hardens her heart to that look, knowing she cannot back out now, without
losing everything she had gained in the way of respect from this child. Mom
reaches out and determinedly pulls down Kialee's panties, after a minor
struggle.

Mom takes aim then swings the spoon down, connecting with a solid whump.
The flesh jiggles and Kialee's startled yelp fill the space the next
heartbeat... then Kialee begins to protest. Mom sternly lectures her to
stay put, it is too late to avoid it and she should have thought of that
before her deplorable behavior. Mom lectures, punctuating each smack with,
"You...(smack) will NOT(smack) hit (smack) your sister (smack) again
(smack).!! Is that(smack) understood???(SMACK)"

Kialee squirms and wails...her ass growing redder with each swing of the
spoon, her tight and muscular bottom jiggling with each blow, and the skin
turning darker red with each moment.

The first howls of real pain commence, and Mom feels guilty for being too
hard on the girl. Mom slows down, and the teen instantly rolls over and
moves away from Mom, sniffling piteously, yet still somehow managing to look
both contrite and sulky at the same time.

"I hate to have to do that Kialee, but you have to learn that you have to
talk to me with respect. I will not permit you to strike your little sister
again, is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am" a very sulky reply.

"Do you want more??" Mom swings the spoon, amazed at the temerity of this
child.

"No, Mom...I'm sorry."

Mom really cannot bear to hit the child again anyway, so she is relieved
that her bluff had not been called. So she hugs the daughter and kisses her
cheek, telling her that she loves her and is sorry she had to be so hard on
her (choke choke) but that Kialee has to learn who is boss.

Kialee sniffles and turns away, to glare at the younger one, saying, "This
is all your fault, you brat."

Mom swats Kialee as she walks away... then she shakes the spoon under the
little one's nose and says, "You want to be next??"

Very earnest and definite shake of the head from the little one, and Mom is
relieved she does not have to spank both of them at once. She feels aching
and empty inside, like she somehow failed to find a better way over
violence, and she has to sigh and accept she has become her own mother. Mom
turns away in disgust and retreats to her chair with her book after a last,
heartfelt, "Behave Girls...don't make me have to do that again.