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>>Well, I had hoped it would not happen so soon but I >>had the opportunity yesterday to try out some of the >>different soaping methods that others on here have >>recommended. The lucky (or unlucky!) recipient was >>Megan. >> >>I’m not sure why but she woke up on the wrong side >>of the bed. Maybe it’s the insane heat here or maybe >>her hormones, who knows! Everything Steve (my husband) >>or her sisters or me said was wrong in some way. She >>was in one of those horrible moods that you just >>can’t shake. >> >>At breakfast she slammed her plate down on the table >>and I told her that she was on thin ice. An hour or so >>later Steve asked her to take her 3 sets of shoes >>upstairs as they were cluttering the hallway. This was >>met with a “FINE” in such a defiant tone that if >>it had been directed to me she would have probably >>escalated straight to a spanking then and there. Steve >>decided to deal with a little less severely and took a >>hold of her wrist pulled her into him and gave her >>about 10 hard swats over her leggings. He told her she >>had best sort her attitude out unless she wanted a >>really sore bottom. >> >>She did as she was told and went off to her room with >>a slightly red face (she gets super embarrassed about >>being spanked, as I have said before she is the >>sensitive type). >> >>Mid morning I asked if she wanted to go to the pool as >>I figured maybe a little cooling off might help her >>mood. She agreed and we headed to the pool at our club >>at lunch time. Unfortunately the world and his wife >>had had the same idea with the kids being off school >>and the heat wave so the outdoor area was packed and >>they were not letting any new guests into the outdoor >>pool until some others had left for safety reasons. >> >>Megan is a great swimmer so I suggested we stuck to >>one of the indoor lanes that were considerably >>quieter. She huffed and puffed and said it wasn’t >>fair to be stuck inside on a day like today but after >>a furious “mum look” from me she got the message >>and got in. We must have swam about 30 lengths each >>when I noticed that she had got out of the pool. She >>was standing at the door to the outdoor area arguing >>with the lifeguard that some people had left so why >>couldn’t she go outside. He was kindly explaining >>that some people had been waiting longer than us and >>so it was their turn next. Her tone with this poor >>young chap was shouty and unbearably rude. I was >>furious with her. >> >>I was out the pool in a flash and went over to them, >>grabbing her arm. I apologised to the life guard for >>her unacceptable rudeness. I explained to her that we >>were leaving and made headway for the changing rooms. >>At the entrance to the changing rooms there is a large >>disabled toilet which I pointed at and said get in >>there now. The look on her face was priceless she >>started to argue with me but I was not in the mood to >>be argued with, I pulled her into the room, locked the >>door and began to pull down her bathing suit. There >>was a lot of PLEASE MUM NOOOO NOT IN HERE. Once I’d >>got her swim suit down to her knees I told her to bend >>over the sink. I probably only gave about 20 hard hand >>spanks to her bottom and the backs of her thighs but >>it was enough for her to be yelping. >> >>Given that we are in England and spanking is pretty >>disapproved of by most here, I figured I had better >>stop at that but I told her we were not finished and >>she’d be getting a proper spanking when she got >>home. She was mortified walking back through the >>changing rooms with red handprints over the backs of >>her thighs but I doubt anyone else was paying much >>attention. I told her to get her shorts and T-shirts >>back on, over the bathing suit, sharpish and we were >>heading back immediately. >> >>Her attitude did not seem to change one bit! She got >>changed but she was still huffy with me. When we were >>in the car I started scolding about her attitude today >>and her appalling rudeness to the lifeguard. That was >>when she made a HUGE mistake. She turned to me and >>said “OK OK I GET IT MUM NOW JUST F*****G SHUT UP >>ABOUT IT”. On the inside that comment was like a red >>flag to a bull but I maintained my composure and just >>simply said, “You will come to regret that language >>young lady, you know full well that word is an >>automatic mouth soaping and a SEVERE spanking.” >> >>We drove home the rest of the way in silence. As soon >>as we walked through the door, I told her to get both >>her clothes and her swimsuit off and to get in the >>corner of the lounge. She tried to argue saying she >>would have NO clothes on to which I replied that after >>her behaviour she had lost all rights to modesty and >>she would follow instructions unless she wanted to >>make her punishment even worse. >> >>I needed a bit of time to cool off as I was pretty >>angry so decided she could stay in the corner for a >>little while until I had simmered down. Steve came >>down to see what all the fuss was about and when I >>explained what had happened he was in complete >>agreement that a thorough spanking was needed. He’s >>a big softie with them a lot of the time but the one >>thing that really gets him angry is when the girls are >>rude to me. He told me to do what I needed to do but >>she would be getting a few strokes of his belt when it >>was over. >> >>Following some of your advice I got together the bar >>of ivory, a wash cloth and the wooden spoon I used >>when they were younger for good measure. I called >>Megan through from the living room and she stood, >>awkwardly trying to cover herself while Steve and I >>tag teamed through a lecture about being respectful >>and not cursing. I called her over to the sink and she >>watched as I sudsed up the soap and the washcloth. I >>told her to open up but she was resisting so I picked >>up the wooden spoon and gave her a few scorchers to >>the backs of her thighs. Eventually she relented and >>opened up. I started with her tongue, making sure that >>was fully covered, top and bottom, then I re lathered >>the wash cloth and using two fingers I was able to get >>into the sides of her mouth to spread the soap all >>around in there too. There was a fair amount of >>gagging but I repeated this 3 or four times, allowing >>her to spit a little between. Steve continued with the >>lecture about rudeness and cursing whilst I focussed >>on the task in hand. There were a few times where she >>tried to resist so the wooden spoon came in handy >>numerous times throughout the soaping. Finally I >>employed my mums tried and tested method of having her >>bite down on the bar and hold it in her mouth. As much >>as I had liked being able to reach new places with the >>wash cloth as was suggested, I didn’t want to skip >>this part as I know from experience that biting on the >>bar gets the soap stuck in the teeth and it makes it >>hard to get rid of the taste, especially when you rake >>it over their teeth as you remove it. Her face and >>chest was a mess of soap, drool, tears and snot. I >>removed the bar and let her spit out the excess soap >>and wipe her face but did not allow her to properly >>rinse. She was sobbing as I guided her to the living >>room for her spanking. >> >>Normally I ask the girls to go and fetch my brush >>before their spanking but after the intense soaping I >>figured she could do with a few minutes to calm down >>so she went to the corner for a few minutes whilst I >>retrieved the brush. >> >>I sat on the sofa, Steve sat opposite in the arm >>chair, i called her over and asked if she understood >>why she was experiencing a severe punishment? She >>nodded and said that she was sorry for being rude to >>both the life guard and to me. I gave her a quick hug >>and explained that I loved her but we will not >>tolerate that kind of rudeness. I guided her over my >>lap and began with a flurry of hard hand spanks to her >>naked bottom. Megan’s a kicker and really likes to >>squirm and kick over my lap - initially that allowed >>to to plant some smacks on her inner thighs which I >>find quite effective but after a while she was >>becoming difficult to keep on my lap so I locked her >>legs under mine to secure her in place. Her right arm >>also has a tendency to reach back to protect her >>bottom so I held it in the small of her back with my >>left hand. Once her bottom and thighs were deep pink >>all over, I picked up my hairbrush and rubbed her >>stinging bottom with the back of it. She begged me not >>to use the brush but I reminded her that she’s a big >>girl now and big girls get the brush in this house. >> >>I went to town with the brush and the cries went from >>sobbing to hysterical pretty quick. She’s got quite >>a small bottom so it takes a lot less spanking than >>with Molly or Maddie to turn both her bottom and >>thighs deep crimson but this was a severe spanking and >>it needed to be thorough. I normally spank down one >>side at a time, overlapping each spank with the last >>for extra sting, starting at the top of her bottom and >>making my way down until a few inches above the backs >>of her knees. I will also pull their cheeks to one >>side a little to ensure the inner portions of their >>buttocks also get their share of the action. I >>finished, as I normally do, with 10 extra hard spanks >>to her sit spots which will remind her for the next >>day or two each time she goes to sit down. I let her >>lay over my lap and sob it out for a while. When I >>finally let her up her hands went straight to her >>bottom and she was jumping around but I reminded her >>that there would be no rubbing until she was done in >>the corner. >> >>I was surprised when Steve pronounced that she >>wasn’t finished yet. Then it clicked that he’d >>said he’d be using his belt on her. This is kind of >>the nuclear option in our house and whilst it sounds >>scary, he really doesn’t spank crazy hard with the >>belt it’s more of a mental punishment than a >>physical one. He took over and had her bend over the >>ottoman. He unbuckled his belt, folded it over and >>gave her ten strokes to her already very sore bottom >>and thighs. She tried to jump up after the tenth >>stroke and I suspect that he probably would have >>stopped there had it not been for her getting up but >>as she had broken the rule about staying in position >>he made her bend back over for a further five slightly >>harder strokes. She was one very sorry girl by the >>time he helped her up. He gave her a big hug and told >>her he loved her and I went over to do the same. I >>asked her if she had learned her lesson and she >>promised us she had. We sent her to the corner for >>half an hour whilst we had a coffee in the kitchen >>although we do periodically check on them to make sure >>their hands are on their head whilst doing corner time >>but I think she knew not mess around today! Once the >>time was up I let her rinse all the horrible soap out >>of her mouth and we had a big cuddle before she headed >>up to her room to find some clothes. >> >>It was a pretty harsh punishment for her - probably >>one of the worst she’s had to date but I will not >>accept disrespect, rudeness or swearing from any of >>the girls. I’m so glad Steve supports me at times as >>it’s hard if you have to be the strict one on your >>own. Thanks Sarah and Mary for your advice re the >>soaping before the spanking and using the washcloth - >>Megan told me a few hours later that it was the worst >>soaping ever (and so it should be considering what she >>said) so clearly it did the trick although I guess you >>always think the last one was your worst! >> >> >Alice what a great read. Meagan deserved that mouth >soaping and paddling. I don't imagine she will be >sitting comfortable for a few days. >I have soaped my kids with the washcloth also and then >raked the soap over their teeth. >When Becky was was around 13, we were at the store and >she wanted to buy a certain type of cereal. I knew her >siblings did not like it so I told her no and why. I >heard her say under her breath the B word. I went into >the stern mommy mode and asked her what she said. She >would not repeat it. >Right there in the aisle, I bent her over my knee and >hand swatted her cloth bottom with the promise of a >soaping and paddling when we got home. Once home, I >stripped her from the waist down and hand spanked her >bare bottom good. I then drug her to the bathroom were >she had her moth soaped along with a few swats to her >bare when resisting. It was back to the living room >for a dose of the paddle and corner time. We cuddled >after corner time, and she apologized at least 15 >times. Letting her know I forgave her and hugged her. >She ran to her room and fell a sleep on her bed still >halk naked. She was sore for almost three days. > >Alice did your other daughters see or hear the >spanking?
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