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 Attitude Adjustment: A Spanking Vignette By Don A.  Landhill and Sampast
Copyright (C) 2002, All rights reserved.



   She is sitting at her desk.  I am sitting at mine.  I watch her from
across the room as she works.  I notice she starts playing with her pencil.
She looks off into space.  I remind her that she can finish her work in a
timely fashion, or face the consequences of it being undone; the choice is
hers.



   She laughs, and says, "You are so funny.  I was going to say you were so
fucking funny, but then you might wash my mouth out with soap."



   "Indeed, that is what happens to young ladies who can't remember not to
curse.  Perhaps a brief reminder is in order, I tell her.



   She looks at me as though I cannot be serious.  I stand up and head
toward the bathroom.  I point my finger and she follows me.  She takes her
position on the closed toilet lid.  I fetch a bar of hotel soap from the
cabinet, and wet it down at the tap.  "Now open up," I tell her.  I swipe
the soap over her tongue two or three times briefly.



   "Now let that be a lesson to you, Missy, or next time it will be a
*real* mouth soaping."



   "Hmmmmph!" she snorts at me.



   "Watch that attitude, young lady!"



   "I'm watching, I'm watching.  Geeez!"



   "You still sound a bit sassy to me, young lady.  Now go back to your
desk, sit yourself right down, and write 'I promise to always be polite to
others' ten times.  Carefully and neatly.  And there will be no more
backtalk from you, or you will be in real trouble, young lady."



   She mumbles under her breath, "stupid lines" but I can hear her.  She
takes out several crayons from her desk and writes her assigned sentence
ten times but purposely does it in a sloppy fashion, as a little kid would
do it.  Then she flings it on my desk.



   "Here!  Sir!" she says facetiously.  "Hmmph!  Lines!" she snorts under
her breath again.  I can see that she has a bad case of attitude today, and
that I have been too easy on her.



   "Young lady, I said 'Neatly'!  Is this what you call neat?  And flinging
things around is hardly the best way to show me that your attitude has
improved." I turn her around and {swat} give her one crisp smack to her
rear.



   "Now sit back down and do your lines over, *properly*, in ink, neatly.
Do them twenty times this time.  And if there is any more attitude or
misbehavior out of you, you will be getting a real spanking, not just one
swat.  Do I make myself clear?"



   "Owwww, fine!" She sits down at her desk and neatly does her lines. 
When she's done, she puts them on my desk.  I smile at her because she has
done what I asked and did not hmmph or act up in any way.  Maybe she has
learned her lesson for now, I think.



   "Good girl," I say, "now run along and behave."



   She turns to go into her room and out of the corner of her eye she sees
the freshly made bed.  Always feeling like a little kid, she goes in and
climbs up, looks around to make sure no one is watching, and just jumps and
jumps and jumps....  "Wow, this is great fun!", she thinks.



   I come along and see her jumping.  "Young lady!  You know much better
than that.  Stop that at once!"



   She stops and climbs down from the bed.  She stands still, eyes
downcast.



   I scold her, "Well if you are going to act like a little girl, I will
punish you like one.  Come here!"



   I sit and take her over my lap.  I lift her skirt and lower her panties.
I give her a good, hard, hand-spanking.  {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}

   "You will not {Smack!} {Smack!} jump on the bed {Smack!} {Smack!} young
lady.  {Smack!} {Smack!} You will treat the furniture {Smack!} and our
other things {Smack!} properly {Smack!} You will behave {Smack!} in a
manner {Smack!} appropriate {Smack!} to your age {Smack!} {Smack!}.  Is
that clear {Smack!} young lady?  {Smack!} {Smack!}"

   I stop scolding her but continue the spanking until I think she has
learned her lesson.

   {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}



   She cries out and tries to reach back to rub, but I push her hand out of
the way.  Eventually I am done.  I stand her up, and tuck her skirt into
her waist so her bare spanked bottom is on display.  I point her at the
corner of her room.  "You stand right there, nose right in the corner for
at least half an hour, Missy, hands on head, no rubbing, and no talking. 
Then we'll see if you are ready to behave yourself."



   She stomps over to the corner and goes "Hmmmph" a half-dozen times, and
stares at the wall.  "I HATE THIS!" she shouts to no one in particular. 
And she kicks the wall!  "This sucks!" she calls out.  Then she reaches her
hand back to rub her bottom.



   "How dare you!" I shout.  "Young lady, get yourself over here, right
now!"



   She comes out of the corner and stands in front of me.



   "I told you to stand still, be quiet, and keep your hands on your head.
You saw fit to yell, curse, kick, and rub.  That is direct disobedience and
defiance.  Clearly a hand-spanking is not enough to get through to you."



   I pull up a chair with a ladder-back.  "Bend over that chair, with your
hands on the seat, and *your* seat up in the air," I tell her.  I pick up
the 18-inch wooden ruler, and start to paddle her bare bottom with it. 
Each whack is fairly hard, although I am not spanking at full force. 
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}



   She cries hysterically from the first whack on.



   {Whack!} "You will not {Whack!} disobey me, {Whack!} young lady! 
{Whack!} {Whack!} When I send you to the corner, {Whack!} you will behave!
{Whack!} {Whack!} You will not {Whack!} talk, {Whack!} yell, {Whack!} or
curse!  {Whack!} You will not {Whack!} kick the walls.  {Whack!} You will
not {Whack!} rub your bottom!  {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} You will stand
{Whack!} quietly, {Whack!} hands on your head, {Whack!} until you are given
permission {Whack!} to move.  {Whack!}{Whack!} Is that clear, {Whack!}
Missy?" {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}



   "Yes, sir, crystal clear," she manages to say through her tears.



   I stop the paddling.  "Now what do you have to say for yourself?" I ask
her sharply.



   "Owwww, owwwwieee, that hurts, Owwwww, I'm sorry, I'm sorrry, I'll be
good, I promise.  I won't be disrespectful anymore." She sobs and sniffles
and begs for forgiveness.

   "Well, I'm glad to hear that.  Now, I think you have a proper mouth
washing coming, and then it's back to the corner.  If you can stand still
and quiet and behave for 45 minutes, you will be out of trouble.  But first
you are due for a proper mouth wash, since you have resorted to bad
language a second time today, and after I warned you once."



   "Yes, sir," she responds meekly.  I lead her to the bathroom.  She
follows me slowly.  I point and she sits down on the toilet lid and waits
for instructions.



   I lather up a washcloth and tell her to open up.  I scrub down her
mouth, particularly her tongue and the roof of her mouth.  Then I get the
wet bar of soap, and tell her to bite down on it and hold it in her mouth.



   I wait several minutes before I tell her that she may take out the soap
and rinse.  I limit her to a single rinse, and wait to hear what she has to
say, if anything, before ordering her back to the corner to start her
corner time over, with an extra 15 minutes added to her sentence, for a
total of three-quarters of an hour.



   After she rinses, she looks up at me.  She says, "I'm very sorry, sir. I
won't be so disrespectful again.  I guess having a bad day is no excuse,
huh?"



   "Not for the way you have been acting, young lady.  You know much
better. I do try to cut you a little slack when you need it, but there are
limits, as you know perfectly well.  Now back to the corner, and if you can
behave yourself there, perhaps we can be done with this incident.  You have
an extra quarter-hour since this is your second try."



   She walks over to the corner and stands there quietly, waiting for me to
say something.  I watch her carefully to see if she will stand quietly and
properly.  She does.  I let her serve the full time I have sentenced her to
-- though her acceptance tempts me to let her off a bit early.



   After the 45 minutes are over I say, "Very well, you took that much
better.  Are you ready to come out of the corner and behave yourself
properly from now on?  Have you fully learned your lesson, and got rid of
your sassy attitude?"



   She thinks a minute, obviously she is being careful in what she says: "I
think so, sir."



   "I'm glad to hear it.  Now I hope you'll behave yourself.  But be
warned, if there is any more sassiness or bad behavior today, I will get
out the paddle.  But first...come right here to get what you have coming."



   She runs over to me with her arms open wide.  I hug her tight and hold
her close and let her know that all is forgiven.  After the hug, I am quite
sure that I have carried out a successful attitude adjustment -- at least
for today.



   The End.

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