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Tabitha, with nervousness now starting to creep into her once defiant and rebellious demeanor, slowly ambled over to where her mother was sitting. As soon as she was within arms reach, Kate reached out and grabbed her errant daughter by the hips and brusquely scooted her directly in front. Still damp in her swimsuit, Tabitha tried to affect the most sincere look of penitence she could muster. Kate wasn’t buying it.
"I honestly cannot believe what has gotten into you today, young lady," she began to lecture sternly. "What you did was extremely dangerous and could have led to some serious injuries."
"But mommy… It was an accideeeeeent!” Tabitha half-lied. She hadn’t meant to hurt Blythe. But to teach her holy snootiness a lesson? Oh absolutely. “We were just playing around.”
Completely unmoved, Kate dug in, “Don’t you lie to me, little missy. That wasn’t just play, Tabitha. That was meanness. I know full well you *meant* to get Blythe splashed and to make her mad.” Kate, her hands at Tabby’s hips, kept her right in place as she continued. “And Sestina wouldn’t have contributed to splashing Blythe if YOU hadn’t encouraged her, Tabby. No one is fooled by your little act, young lady. Least of all me.”
Tabitha looked over at her 10 year old sister, who stood naked against the house wall, her bare behind still a vibrant pink. Then Tabby turned back around to her mommy. Just one look at Kate’s face and she knew she was in the deepest trouble imaginable. Kate continued. “At the end of the day, you were the instigator of this whole mess. And I intend on making sure you understand how unacceptable that kind of behavior is to me.” she said, looking fiercely into Tabitha's brown eyes, her soaked pixie cut bangs plastered across her sun-kissed forehead.
"I know mommy. I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean to. Pleasedon'tspankmemommy," Tabitha pleaded once last time, knowing it was completely futile.
Kate, now fully resolute in carrying out the task ahead, could not have been more clear. “No I think you have earned every second of this, little girl.” Kate quickly took ahold of the top of her daughter’s one piece suit and began peeling it down each shoulder. Tabitha’s face, once full of mischief and mirth, immediately fell into hitched gasps. Inch by tugged down inch, her freckled arms appeared as the swimsuit gave way to Kate’s authority. Light blue neoprene slid down small preteen ribs and past small areolas. Then past her girlish ribs, revealing the creamy white of her torso, contrasted starkly against her bronze arms and golden legs. Kate kept the swimsuit traveling, now down Tabby’s firm belly and, adorably, up and over her petite bubble butt. That took a little more tugging to get down.
“Mommmyyy noooo pleeeeease I said I was sorrryyy” Tabitha whined. She knew from experience not to fight her mom when being bared but the embarrassment was just too much to not try. The folded, puddled swimsuit continued undeterred. Down her boyish hips and thighs. Down past her knobby, scraped knees. Tabby looked at her mommy and saw how focused and clench-jawed Kate had become. She shifted nervously as the swimsuit finally swept down past her shins and to her feet.
Kate tapped Tabitha’s bare ankle with a single fingernail. “Step out, baby. Hold onto me if you need to balance.” As the humiliation swept up Tabitha’s face in a blush, her hands on her mother’s shoulders, Kate helped Tabby wiggle one bare foot and then another out of each leg hole. She gathered up the swimsuit and leaned up, looking over her bare little troublemaker as Tabitha stood there, humbled. Preteen hands swung behind her, fingers splayed to cover her bottom as she fought back a tear or two with sniffles. Kate put the gathered up swimsuit to one side and reached for Tabitha’s waist.
Kate ushered her to the right and wasted no time helping the little hellion over her ample lap. “Over this way, yes. You know how this is done” she told her. Tabitha folded belly down with a whine and knew, just by the rough way Mommy helped position her, that this might be the walloping of a lifetime. Crap, she thought to herself. I may really have gone too far. Her little freckled face winced as she felt Mommy’s hand sweep up the back of her legs. Kate couldn’t help but savor the cuteness of this little upside down heart over her knee.
Finally, with Tabitha settled, Kate rested her hand over Tabitha’s pert bottom crease and held her tight against her hips. This little butt… she intended on tearing up. “I won’t lie to you, Tabby. This one is going to hurt, baby” she said and rose her open hand up high into the air.
Tabitha clenched her bottom and instantly felt her mommy’s ferocious slap across her dewy cheeks. She keened immediately. She couldn’t get the sorries out fast enough, her tongue tied up in howls and pleas. Kate doubled down and walloped even harder. Fast relentless smacks fell that blinded Tabitha’s senses to just the pain. White buttock flesh began to turn a light coral pink as the handprints crisscrossed and overlapped one on top of the other. Tabitha writhed and squirmed under them, trying to wiggle her fiery haunches out of the way. Her naked legs frog-kicked, heels almost reaching her bottom, then back out again, toes splayed. Ankles flew akimbo and she exposed all her little charms to the open air as each whack sung. After the 10th blast cracked across her lower thigh, Tabitha couldn’t contain herself anymore and urgently threw her hand behind her small inflamed orbs. Kate scowled and snared that frantic block by the wrist. “Oh I don’t think so, Tabitha Danielle. I’m just getting started with you.”
Kate’s grip tightened on Tabitha’s wrist as she pinned the girl’s arm behind her back, ensuring she couldn’t shield herself. “THIS…LITTLE…BUTT.. needs to.. LEARN… ITS… LESSON,” she said, her voice low but unyielding. With her free hand, she raised it high again, this time aiming for the tender crease where Tabitha’s thighs met her bottom. Sit spots. Kate’s favorite target. Each crack of palm on flesh made Tabitha yowl, her legs jerking violently as the pain seared. Kate was not usually one to count the swats given to her girls. She knew, as only a mother can, what was too much and what was exactly the right amount. But if she had been in the business of counting, she would’ve measured out at least 22 vigorous hand slaps across this little lady’s derriere thus far.
“Mommy, pleeeeease—owwwww—I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!” Tabitha’s words dissolved into a torrent of hiccuping sobs, her hands pawing at her mother’s leg for leverage. Kate ignored the pleas, her hand a blur as she targeted every inch of Tabitha’s upturned backside. The once-pale skin flushed an even deeper pink, then light crimson, the handprints blending into a fiery mosaic. The sound of each slap echoed louder than the last punctuated by Tabitha’s wails and the distant chirp of birds.
“You always think everything is fun and games, Tabby. But it stops being funny when your bottom’s on fire, doesn’t it!?” Kate’s tone was sharp, but her resolve never wavered. She alternated between the center of Tabitha’s cheeks and the plump underside of her thighs, ensuring the punishment was both thorough and unforgettable. Tabitha’s legs kicked wildly, her bare feet slapping against the patio tiles as she tried to escape the relentless assault. Kate made this last volley sting with absolute intention. Tabitha’s knack for being the joker, the cut-up of all the girls usually kept the family in stitches. But honest to god, she could go too far sometimes. And it was times like these that Kate felt pushed well past her patience with her 11 year old trickster.
Sestina, still pressed nose-first against the wall, flinched at every shriek, her own sore bottom throbbing in sympathy. Blythe, towel draped over her shoulders, stood stiffly nearby, her anger at the ruined book fading into uneasy silence. Even she knew Tabitha’s punishment, while warranted, was a doozy.
Kate paused only to adjust Tabitha’s position, pulling her higher across her lap to expose the most sensitive part of her bottom—the fleshy lower curves. “You’re going to remember this lesson every time you sit down for a week,” she warned, her hand descending with renewed force. Tabitha’s screams reached a fever pitch, her body arching and twisting in futile protest. “I’ll be good! I’ll be good! Owww—I promise, I promise!!” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. No matter how hard she flailed or wriggled, Kate kept working that little butt to a frenzy.
Finally, the spanking slowed but didn’t stop. Kate’s palm shifted to unpredictable, fierce single pops, lingering on each spot, making sure the heat built to an unbearable level. Tabitha’s entire backside was a blazing shade of red, her cries reduced to breathless whimpers. Her pixie cut bowed low near her mommy’s feet. Kate finally drew the well-earned butt busting to a halt, her hand resting on the trembling, warm flesh. “Do you understand why you got this spanking, Tabitha?” she asked, her voice softer but still firm.
Tabitha nodded frantically, her forehead pressed to her mother’s knee. Words were hard to cough out between the sobs. But she knew she had to answer or get it worse. “Y-yes… I’m s-sorry… I didn’t mean to make her f-fall in…” she stammered, her voice breaking.
“You didn’t mean to, but you chose to do it anyway. That’s not how we treat family,” Kate replied, her tone a mix of sternness and sorrow. She gave Tabitha’s bottom a final, hard pat that made the girl yelp. “Now, you’ll apologize to Blythe. And you’ll stand against that wall—naked—until I say otherwise.”
Tabitha sniffled and nodded, her legs shaky as Kate helped her to her feet. The girl’s hands hovered near her scorched backside but didn’t dare touch it. Blythe, still drying her hair with the towel, turned away from her spot on the wall and crossed her arms. “You’re lucky she didn’t break her neck chasing you,” Kate muttered, her earlier fury now barely at a simmer.
“I’m s-sorry, Lithey… I just wanted you to have fun too…” Tabitha mumbled, her voice raw.
Blythe rolled her eyes but softened. “You’re such a brat. But… I forgive you. Just don’t do it again.” They briefly hugged before Kate got Tabitha back on track.
Kate clapped her hands. “Enough. Both of you—nose to the wall. Hands on your heads. And not a word out of either of you.”
The sisters shuffled into position, Tabitha whimpering with every step, her bottom still radiating heat. Sestina, already there, cast a sideways glance at her sister’s tear-streaked face and offered a tiny, sheepish smile.
For ten minutes, the patio fell silent except for the occasional sniffle. Kate stood back and admired her work. Three rosy pairs of bottoms on display. Blythe and Sestina’s cries had long since subsided while Tabitha’s heartfelt hiccups and whimpers made up for both of them. Kate had no compunction about seeing her girls with sore behinds. She nearly regretted busting Blythe’s bottom. But Sestina and Tabitha earned every handprint brand now crisscrossed on their tender preteen haunches. She sighed and left the girls standing there, whispering secret apologies to each other. When Kate finally called them over, she handed each a towel.
"Now I expect all three of you to act nicer to one another. Or I promise you I'll get your daddy involved. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes mommy" they all replied in submissive unison. Kate strolled over to the patio door and invited them all back inside. The girls were now quiet and sniffling, their bare feet dragging on the concrete. Tabitha, still clutching her towel, stole a glance at her mother. Kate’s expression was kinder now, her hand resting gently on Tabitha’s head, brushing back her damp hair. “You’re a good girl, sweetheart,” she said quietly as she cupped Tabitha's chin. “But you’ve got to learn better impulse control.”
Tabitha buried her face in her towel, her cheeks burning hotter than her bottom, and nodded. The lesson to all of them was finally over. And as the sun dipped lower towards the horizon, casting golden light over the patio deck, the Delany girls filed into the house in quiet reflection, their laughter subdued but their bond intact. Tabitha and Sestina wasted zero time scampering to their respective rooms.