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Cath to Kristina and Anyone else interested (Happy Delighted Partial Report)

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Date Posted: 18:28:04 01/24/24 Wed
In reply to: Kristina 's message, "Re: Checking In" on 13:29:30 01/24/24 Wed

Dearest Katrina, my friend and model spanking mother,

A very, very long and only partial report! (Skip this if you don’t like to read these—but relax and wallow in this if you like reports like this as much as Kristina and I do!)

I am writing this now so I will have responded to your request for a long detailed description of
today’s disciplinary actions. (I already reported on the morning “quickie” spankings of my two girls and the fact that I told them before they left for school that they would all get a serious spanking when they got home from school today—AND—FOR THE FIRST TIME—I was going to wash out their mouths with soap as part of that serious punishment routine. At breakfast I read to them again, Kristina, your note on how you wash out the mouths of your two, so they went out the door today with hugs and kisses from me, worried looks and a lot on their minds.

“Put that all out of your minds and study hard today, Darlings,” I told them, knowing that this would be a total impossibility.

Before they came home I got myself ready as I usually do—a warm bath, combing and fixing my hair, applying some makeup just to highlight my eyes a little, pep up the color of my cheeks and apply a lovely bright red “kiss proof” lipstick. Then I put on just a bra and panties, then my bathrobe and slippers and I went down to see that the living room was ready. I put out a basin of water, wash cloths, Kleenex and I set my sturdy wooden hairbrush on the end table. I also put my egg timer on the end table, smiling at Kristina’s excellent suggestion. I also put two small plastic wastebaskets near the couch with disposable plastic filler bags in them in case a good deal of spitting was still required after we came back down from their mouth soaping. I had decided to save their first time application of baby oil until their later bedtime spankings, so I did not put that in the living room at this time.

I then went up to the master bath upstairs and this is where my reading of soaping suggestions from you, Katrina, and today from a number of other posts on the My Daughter’s Bedroom site came in very handy, since this was the first time any of my kids were to get a soaping, and since I had never been soaped myself or had never seen any other kids soaped. Upstairs I put a couple of inches of water into the sink and unwrapped three of the small Ivory soap travel bars I had purchased and dropped them in there. I did that to let the surface of the bars soften in the water, the better to foam up in turn the three washcloths I had waiting for my three kids and the better to stick them in their mouths. After a few minutes, I took each bar out and put them on the three small dishes I had put on a towel on the hamper, and covered the soap and dishes with part of the towel so the soap would stay pretty soft until needed, when a quick dip into water would be all they needed. I then went downstairs, put out on the kitchen table the three tuna sandwiches I had made for them, with two cookies each and milk and glasses. I was pleased with my timing because in less then five minutes I could see the three of them coming up the path to the house from the bus.

As soon as they came in, of course, the way I was dressed told all three what they already knew, that I was definitely going to give them all a serious spanking. All of them came to me for kisses before setting down their book bags, trying not to look me in the eye, and all of them already a little flushed in the face and looking pretty glum as they were taking off their jackets. Jimmy glanced around the living room from the opening into it from the kitchen, and very quietly, staring at the floor, he said, “Mum, are you, you know, still planning to, you know, wash out our mouths with soap today?”

I smiled and said, “Yes, my sweet boy. Today all three of you are going to get your mouths washed out with soap after your hand spankings, and so you know, I am definitely looking forward to that because I think all three of you need a strong reminder to watch your language, to not direct all that nasty talk at each other like you tend to do too often, and just in general to be sure you always use a polite and respectful tone when you talk to me or your father, or to other adults, and even to your other school pals. Now sit down and eat your after-school snack because after you are all spanked, and then have your mouths washed out with soap, and then get your paddling's with my hairbrush, I can assure you that you are not going to feel like eating anything at all until dinner—and no matter how much you rinse, and how much you spit, I’m told you will still have some soapy taste to deal with at dinner. Sit, my darlings, and enjoy your sandwich, cookies and milk.”

They sat and they ate, in silence. I pulled up a chair to watch and ask a few questions. “Did you have a good day in school, Annie?” Chewing silently, “Not really. (pause) All I could think of was how hard I was going to get spanked when we got home, and what that yucky terrible soap is going to taste like.” Jimmy adding to that. “I put my finger on the soap in the boy’s room at school and licked to see what it tasted like.” Shuddering. “It was TERRIBLE, Mom—TERRIBLE!”

Debbie, eating her sandwich nonetheless, but saying, “Carol Hart says when her mom soaps her mouth she throws up!” “How often does her mom do that?” I asked. “A lot”, Debbie said. “A couple of times every week. Sometimes it seems like every day!” Jimmie glaring at her. “Thanks, Debbie! Thanks so much. You are a terrific help!” I smiled and said, “One of the things I am going to soap mouths for, Jimmie, is sarcasm directed by you kids at one of your siblings!”
Jimmie groaned and looked like he had jammed his fingers in a drawer. “Oh, Ma!...but she, she …oh, never mind.”

“Upstairs”, I told them when their snacks were finished, and I want all of you to undress, wash up in your bath, especially waist to knees and under your arms, and then get down her to the living room. I want you all naked and standing in front of the couch in 20 minutes. Off they went and down they came. “Stand straight”, I told them, and keep your hands at your sides. Debbie, over here. Over my lap.” And I reached over, picked up and set the timer to fifteen minutes and set it back on the end table as Debbie settled on my lap. As always, she was saying in a tiny voice, “Not too hard, okay, Mum, not too hard, please!” I gave her a typical hand spanking, starting pretty hard to get her yelping pretty quick, then easing off but spanking steadily all over her bottom and both thighs, stopping briefly after she burst into tears, letting her blow her nose and wiping her face and neck with a damp washcloth. I glanced at the timer and it still showed about nine minutes to go.

I continued to spank more lightly, allowing more time between whacks but keeping her crying and spanking her steadily. Another break, nose blow, tears wiped again, a couple of hugs and even a kiss on her cheek, but then putting her flat down and continuing to spank all over her bottom, her sit-spots, down and up each thigh, and on her full round bottom-cheeks. Her crying was much louder by then, yelps and shrieks when certain sensitive areas were smacked and re-smacked, and I have to say, as always, it felt wonderful spanking her like that with my bare hand smacking against her bare skin, seeing her spanked areas turning pinker and pinker and beginning to look red in places, and seeing and feeling her legs kicking up and down on the couch to my right, and frog-kicking at times, and listening to the steady wailing and yelping now as we neared the end. BUZZZZZZ! I stopped and sat back and Debbie slid off my lap like it had been greased

I think fathers feel something very like what we feel when they spank, but I really think that mothers get a very special feeling when they spank daughters or sons—a motherly loving bond with the child that perhaps is unique to mothers. Watching Debbie jumping up and down beside the couch, the tears flying out, more snot dripping from her nose, I felt like I could grab her and hug her forever. After four or five minutes of dancing like that, with both Annie and Jimmy watching her wide-eyed, she came rushing back into my arms, still fanning her bottom, and flattened herself against my chest and she was blubbering, “Oh, Mummy, Oh, Mummy, you spanked me soooo hard! You spanked me soooo hard!” And then in just a few minutes of crying like that—and so typical of her--she pushed back and got out breathlessly, “Oh, Mum, you are going to spank Annie and Jimmie just as hard, aren’t you? Oh, Mummy, I want to see you spank them just as hard as you spanked me! Oh, Mum, pleeeese spank them really really hard, too, please, Mum!”

The hand spankings given Annie and Jimmy were pretty much a copy of that spanking I gave Debbie, except theirs were longer, those two being older, but I have to stop now for this part of the report on today’s “doings”. I will try to continue this later—maybe not until tomorrow, and when I do that I will tell you about their first mouth washings followed by their paddling's, and then, later and after dinner (and after some free time that they are enjoying right now), I’ll try to tell you about their later bedtime spankings. (We are past dinner now and will be going up for those bedtime spankings in about an hour or a little more.)

I am awash in good feelings about how well the soapy mouth washings went. They absolutely HATED HATED HATED those, but now I can fully see why Kristina uses them, and apparently uses them often. The were delightful for me to apply, terrible for them to deal with, but I’ll bet will have a big impact on their swearing, fresh talk, and too often disrespectful answers.
Love for now, Cath

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