Or... by Juanoneone

[SpankingFetish]

Susan Kimura did not hurry home that evening of October 12th. The twelve year old was not normally so slow, but today she carried her monthly report card with her and the matter gave her some concern. Mrs. Kimura seemed to have noticed her daughter’s lateness - for she looked up expectantly from her paperback when Susan walked in. Her eyes said "Well?". Susan smiled at her mother, but the very nervousness with which she did so gave her away. Mrs. Kimura put down her book. Now storms were just beginning to brew behind her eyes. "What is it Susan?" she asked quietly.

"Good news mommy" Susan ventured optimistically, "I came top in the class again!".

"I would hardly have expected you to come anywhere else" her mother noted "where is your report card? I want to see". Susan tried so hard not to look worried as she handed it across. She decided to seize the initiative.

"I got As in every subject except math" she spat out hurriedly "Mrs. Wilson says that I’m-"

"Math!" snapped her mother, eyes darting down the card like a striking cobra "Math! B-plus! A B-plus!"

"Mrs. Wilson said it was on the tip of an A minus, but I-"

"So *that’s* why you come skulking in late, young lady. I should have known it!". The storm in her eyes was no longer brewing - it was breaking. Susan blurted "I got ninety seven percent in English and Mrs. Wilson said it-". Mrs. Kimura was angrily rolling up her right sleeve. "It looks like it’s spanking time again!" she said firmly. Susan was not at all surprised, but very much afraid all the same. "Please don’t give me a spanking mommy!" she begged "I promise I’ll-".

"I promise you’ll have a very sore bottom for not doing your best in school. That’s *my* promise!" her mother broke in. "You deserve a good spanking Susan, and that is *just* what you are going to get! If you won’t learn in class, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two over my knee". Mrs. Kimura was up in an instant and had her daughter by the arm, hauling her back to the chair. Susan’s hand flew instinctively across her rear end as she rushed "Mrs. Wilson said that I’m the best-". Mrs. Kimura sat down heavily and pulled her daughter across her knee, cutting her plea short. Susan felt her skirt fly up behind her, and knew the fight was over. Really, she knew it had been over before it had begun - when her mother got angry, she was spanked. Soundly.



Mrs. Kimura grabbed hold of the waistband of Susan’s white panties between her thumb and forefinger. Susan felt the grab. "Please mommy, not with my panties down! No-one at school who’s my age gets spanked with their panties down!". Her mother was incensed.

"Oh no, my girl, you deserve your spanking right on your bare bottom. Maybe the other girls at school behave a bit better than you do, but *you* are getting it right where it will do the most good". With a tug, she pulled down Susan’s panties to her knees, leaving her young rear naked and vulnerable. "I’m going to present my message to you as directly as I can" Mrs. Kimura said, freeing her hand for other duties "You’ve earned a good spanking right on the skin of your backside and that is exactly where I am going to administer it".



Mrs. Kimura proved as good as her word as the first enthusiastic spank landed loudly on poor Susan’s bare bottom, making her squeal from the sting of it. "Wait! Mom-" tried Susan, but the second spank was already upon her, seemingly harder than the first. "Just-Ow! Let-Ow!" she cried, but her mother was working up to her rhythm and was showing no signs of allowing interruption. Indeed, as she spanked her reddening daughter, she took the floor herself. This was usual - it was never enough for Mrs. Kimura just to spank Susan. She had to periodically make her views clear as she spanked. "Do you think that I am just sending you to that school to hang out with your friends and enjoy yourself? I don’t know *what* your teachers can be thinking that they don’t beat your bottom for laziness there, instead of making me do it here at home. I know that if *I* were in Mrs. Wilson’s place, I’d not spare your backside in class my girl." noted Mrs. Kimura, presenting a forceful example of her opinions of academia on her poor daughter’s overheated buttocks. "But I suppose it is just easier for her to wait and let me wear out my hand on your rear at home. Kids learn by example and children today just learn to be lazy from watching teachers too lazy to even turn them over their knee and spank their bottoms. Well I’ll just have to give you a good energetic session of home education and make an impression you will remember for a long time!". That Mrs. Kimura was indeed making a distinct impression on her daughter was amply evidenced by the fresh cries of pain brought forth with each loud spank and the tears that had begun to stream generously down the girl’s cheeks. But Susan’s yelps only seemed to fuel her mother’s disciplinary enthusiasm.



"You like to make a lot of noise now, but if you don’t like being spanked, you should have thought of that while you were being naughty. I was just talking to Mrs. James a couple of days ago about what a naughty little girl you are and how much I have to spank and spank your bad little bottom" announced Mrs. Kimura, speaking up to be heard over the noise of her hand striking Susan’s posterior and the resultant cries. How much she had to spank and spank Susan’s "bad little bottom" was a popular topic of conversation with Mrs.. Kimura. If descriptions of Susan’s disciplinary sufferings provoked a certain astonishment in the girl’s teachers, who never noticed her misbehave in school, it provoked an even greater amount of approval from other mothers of a conservative disposition who, while not well aquatinted with Susan themselves, were only too pleased to see something being done about the lax morals of the modern generation - something in the form of some good old fashioned discipline.



"Honestly" Mrs. Kimura continued, spanking away, "I’ve never *seen* a young lady who requires as much spanking as you do. When I told Mrs. James how much I have to spank you, she could hardly believe it. You should be so ashamed to be so bad! It makes me so mad that you behave like that, I could spank your rear end all day long". Susan howled with fresh vigor at the thought, which seemed not that implausible to her. She flailed her bare legs helplessly behind her as if she could run from her painful predicament. But her mother didn’t even notice - she was too busy waxing theoretic.



"I know that the world is full of people nowadays who say that spanking isn’t the way. And that’s exactly why the world has gone to hell the way it has. Children are running wild because their parents don’t believe in spanking anymore. Well *I* believe in spanking. I believe in spanking big-time. I know how to get a girl’s attention and once I’ve gotten it, I don’t lose it either" she announced, riveting Susan’s attention to her own suffering bottom with every angry slap. She had not spoken falsely, for Susan could no more have thought about anything but her spanking than she could have avoid the spanking itself. Indeed, the time she spent being concerned about her spankings extended far beyond the considerable time she actually spent over her mother’s knee with her panties down. Her mother’s wrathful ministrations had singular pride of place in her mental life.



"I know you have to speak to young ladies in the simplest, most direct way possible - a way they are going to instantly understand. Once you deliver your message good and hard on their bottom like they deserve, they won’t want to hear it again!" noted Mrs. Kimura, delivering her message with unwavering enthusiasm. Susan howled in recognition that she had received her mother’s communiqué, but Mrs. Kimura seemed not to be satisfied yet. She was a firm believer that a message is best understood when repeated many times, and so continued to repeat it unabated on Susan’s bare bottom, which was growing very red indeed.



"If only all those people out there who say that they don’t believe in spanking could meet *you* Susan. My, they would change their tune soon enough. They would understand then that there is only one way to deal with a girl like you - and that’s across your knee with her panties down for a long, long time". Actually, Mrs. Kimura was not quite right here. While most people who knew Susan thought that the only way to deal with her was for her to go across her mother’s knee with her panties down for a long, long time, this had more to do with what Mrs. Kimura told them than anything Susan did. People who knew Susan independently merely came to the conclusion that her mother had quite a temper.



"As if some soft little counseling session is going to work on a girl as naughty as you are. No, no - a good long, hard spanking on your bare bottom on a regular basis - that’s the only way to cope with you young lady, and that’s *just* what you are going to get". Susan clutched the legs of the chair with white knuckles, her whole body shaking as she got what she was going to get. She had actually been to the school councilor once. The school was worried that, while her behavior was exemplary at school, she was misbehaving at home, as evidenced by the fact that her mother kept writing them letters asking for the reintroduction of corporal punishment, at least for her own daughter. When the councilor reported back that she saw no reason to provide Susan with counseling for behavioral problems, Mrs. Kimura smugly took this as vindication of her view that it was not counseling but lots and lots of spanking that Susan required.



"If only my mother were here to see what a naughty girl her granddaughter is and how I have to spank and punish her! Why in my whole entire childhood she never had to spank me a single time. What on earth would she think of the way *you* behave - having to spanked on your bare bottom, day in and day out, again and again. Just thinking about it makes me so angry!". Mrs. Kimura’s renewed anger gave her renewed vigor in the spanking of poor Susan’s rear, which in turn resulted in a new volume in Susan’s cries. It had occurred to Susan that perhaps if her mother didn’t spank her day in and day out, she wouldn’t be so angry about spanking her day in and day out. She had even gone so far as to gingerly raise the issue at one point, but the particularly long duration of her resultant inability to sit down had convinced her that giving policy advice was not in her best interests.



"How dare you bring such disgrace onto your family? How much do I have to paddle you before you will behave just a little? I suppose I will just going to have to find out, even if it takes forever and I have to spank your bottom purple in the process". Susan couldn’t see her bottom from where she was crying - indeed, she could hardly see anything through her streaming tears, but she had little doubt that it already had very a rosy hue. Presently, it was not the color that was bothering her so much as the heat, which her mother’s adamance had raised until it felt as though her poor rear had been set on fire. At other times, the color of her recently spanked posterior *had* been the source of some embarrassment. Changing in the locker room while her bottom was still red was bad enough, but the worst was when her mother felt it necessary to evidence her daughter’s naughtiness to some acquaintance by pulling down Susan’s panties to give proof of recent physical discipline. Experience had proven that resistance to this practice only resulted in an immediate public recreation of the physical discipline itself.



"What did I ever do to wind up with such a disobedient daughter? Right from the start you were so bad! I had to just spank and spank and spank you all the time, and you were *still* always naughty". Mrs. Kimura fumed with indignation as she cast her mind back over the countless times she had punished her daughter over the years, her indignation translating itself directly to strength applied to the girl’s red bottom now. It seemed as if her daughter’s entire childhood had been devoted to getting her backside smacked. Certainly, she could not think of a single report card that had not warranted punishment, and resulted in it in abundance. Still, Mrs. Kimura was not deterred by this sad history, but merely determined to redouble her efforts. Poor Susan bawled from the pain with eyes screwed up, her legs flailing the air behind her as her mother rained slaps onto her bare red bottom. "I had to spank you for being naughty in preschool, I have to spank you for being naughty in school, and if I have to spank you for being bad in college, I’ll damn well do that too."



Susan only hoped that her mother would not actually drop in on college around lunch time, as she had done at her school, in order to take her to an empty classroom and spank her for some misdemeanor somehow unearthed on the home front in her absence. Mrs. Kimura felt that her practice of visiting the school encouraged immediate confession of wrongdoing at home. Up to a point, she was right, although given the number of things that her mother *might* consider worth a spanking, Susan sometimes felt it was better just to be quiet. After all, if she *confessed* to something, she was *definately* going to get a good paddling for it.



"I mean, just look at yourself. After all those years of being bad and being spanked, here you are, still panties down across my knee with your bare bottom red, with tears pouring down your face, and bawling your little heart out while I slap and smack at your bottom with all my might" lectured Mrs. Kimura in disgust. Was her naughty daughter simply incapable of learning how to behave? Just how much panties-down spanking was it going to take to make her good?



"I have seen that rump of yours turn red as can be over and over again and heard you yell from punishment for every bad thing I can think of. Yet here you are, helpless back at the same old place on my lap, with that same old hand spanking away on your rear for all its worth. Some hot-bottomed girls might have gotten the idea paddled into them by now, but not *my* naughty daughter, so it seems. Never mind, there’s plenty of spanking where *that* came from and you can have all you want to earn". Poor Susan howled and thrashed her legs as her bare bottom was spanked. While her mothers’ plan of "plenty of spanking", was familiar, it did not sound good to her at all, and she managed to bawl out "*I’ll be Ah! good mommy! Ah! I’ll be Ah! goo-Ah!-ood! Ah-ha-ha!*". As with everything else Susan did, this outburst only seemed to enflame her mother’s anger.



"Oh, yes, *you’ll* be good my girl. *I’ll* see to that. What this whole sorry episode has made painfully obvious is that you aren’t being spanked enough. Well there’s a solution to that problem!" announced Mrs. Kimura with all the fervor of a religious zealot. Indeed, if Susan’s mother could be said to be of any religion at all, her creed consisted in an unshakable faith in her daughter’s desert of spankings, a faith in which she seemed only to grow stronger with each passing day. "I have been too lenient with your naughtiness in the past, and that’s all going to stop right here. From now on you are not going to get away with *anything*. I’m going to make certain that you get your bottom tanned well for the slightest naughtiness. We will see whether perhaps you will be willing to behave when I keep your bottom *really* red. Maybe if I treat you the way you deserve you won’t be such a naughty little girl. I’m going to find out just how much spanking it takes to make you good, even if it means you never sit down again as long as you live". The woman applauded her own resolution good and hard on her daughter’s bare bottom - those in the Kimura household with a say in such matters had come to a unanimous decision. Mrs. Kimura was not one to make idle promises, as the weeks that followed were to show. Like so many times before, Susan had thought that her mother’s raging spankings could not possible take place any more frequently than they already did. As always on this point, poor Susan Kimura was entirely wrong.





or...





Susan Kimura did not hurry home that evening of October 12th. The twelve year old was not normally so slow, but today she carried her monthly report card with her and the matter gave her some concern. Mrs. Kimura seemed to have noticed her daughter’s lateness - for she looked up expectantly from her paperback when Susan walked in. Her eyes said "Well?". Susan smiled at her mother, but the very nervousness with which she did it gave her away. Mrs. Kimura put down her book and grinned. "What is it Susan?" she asked with excitement. "Good news mommy" Susan ventured optimistically, "I came top in the class again!". Mrs. Kimura bounded from her chair in delight and hugged her daughter tightly. "I would hardly have expected you to come anywhere else" she beamed "You are so *clever*! Where is your report card? I want to see". Susan tried so hard not to look worried as she handed it across. She decided to seize the initiative.

"I got As in every subject except math" she spat out hurriedly "Mrs. Wilson says that I’m-"

"An A in everything except math!" grinned her mother in delight. "You are a wonder, you know that? It seems like every report card you bring back is better than the last one"

"Mrs. Wilson said it was on the tip of an A minus in math, but I didn’t leave enough time for the last question"

Mrs. Kimura nodded sympathetically. "Timing is the hardest thing in an exam" she noted. "But its silly to obsess over what you did wrong when you bring home a report card as impressive as this one!". Her eyes were glowing with pride.

Susan blurted "I got ninety seven percent in English and Mrs. Wilson said it was one of the best papers she’d ever seen".

Mrs. Kimura hugged her daughter again. "You are just *amazing*" she sighed, shaking her head in wonder and rolling up her right sleeve. "After your spanking, we should go out and celebrate". Susan was not at all surprised, but very much afraid all the same.

"Mommy, maybe I don’t need a spanking" she suggested "I mean - there’s hardly anything to spank for this time, right? My report card is almost *perfect*".

"It certainly is" her mother agreed proudly "but there’s still that B+ in math, and besides, the very fact that it is so good shows you shouldn’t mess with a winning formula".

"But-"

"Now sweetheart, we have proven time and again just how well you respond to a very sore bottom" Mrs. Kimura told her daughter gently "A good spanking is *just* the incentive you need, and that is *just* what you are going to get. Mrs. Wilson is a very fine teacher, but you can still learn a thing or two over mommy’s knee!". In an instant, Mrs. Kimura had her daughter by the arm and was hauling her back to the chair. Susan’s hand flew instinctively across her rear end as she rushed "Mrs. Wilson said that I’m the best-". Mrs. Kimura sat down heavily and pulled her daughter across her knee, cutting her plea short. Susan felt her skirt fly up behind her, and knew that the fight was over. Really, she knew it had been over before it had begun - when her mother and her schoolwork came into contact, she was spanked. Soundly.



Mrs. Kimura grabbed hold of the waistband of Susan’s white panties between her thumb and forefinger. Susan felt the grab. "Please mommy, not with my panties down! No-one at school who’s my age gets spanked with their panties down!". Her mother smiled. "The other girls at school don’t get the grades you do either Susan. No - you are going to get your spanking right on you bare bottom, exactly where it will provide the most incentive". With a tug, she pulled down Susan’s panties to her knees, leaving her young rear naked and vulnerable. "I’m going to encourage my little scholar as directly as I can" Mrs. Kimura said, freeing her hand for other duties. "You’ll learn the most from a good spanking right on the skin of your backside and that is exactly where I am going to administer it".



Mrs. Kimura proved as good as her word as the first enthusiastic spank landed loudly on poor Susan’s bare bottom, making her squeal from the sting of it. "Wait! Mom-" tried Susan, but the second spank was already upon her, seemingly harder than the first. "Just-Ow! Let-Ow!" she cried, but her mother was working up to her rhythm and was showing no signs of allowing interruption. Indeed, as she spanked her reddening daughter, she took the floor herself. This was usual - it was never enough for Mrs. Kimura just to spank Susan. She had to periodically make her views clear as she spanked. "Its amazing how many mothers seem to just send their girls to school to hang out with their friends and enjoy themselves. And the teachers are no better. I don’t know *what* your teachers can be thinking that they don’t beat your bottom for mistakes there, instead of leaving it for me to do here at home. I know that if *I* were in Mrs. Wilson’s place, I’d not spare your backside in class" noted Mrs. Kimura, presenting a forceful example of her opinions of academia on her poor daughter’s overheated buttocks. "But I suppose we shouldn’t complain. This way, we have the edge - you get *way* more spankings than most girls your age. In fact, I’ll bet you get spanked more than the rest of the girls in the class put together. Well that’s just our good fortune and good planning then - if other mother’s want their daughters to get ahead, then they can help them like I help you. Kids learn by example and children today learn to be lazy from watching parents too lazy to even turn them over their knee and spank their bottoms to help them out with their schoolwork. Well, *my* daughter isn’t going to go without help. I’ll give you a good energetic session of home education and make an impression you will remember for a long time!". That Mrs. Kimura was indeed making a distinct impression on her daughter was amply evidenced by the fresh cries of pain brought forth with each loud spank and the tears that had begun to stream generously down the girl’s cheeks. But Susan’s yelps only seemed to fuel her mother’s educational enthusiasm.



"I know it hurts sweetie, but that just means its doing you good. It is exactly because you don’t like being spanked that you will think of this spanking the next time you are studying math. I was just talking to Mrs. James a couple of days ago about what a wonderful little student you are and how much I spank and spank your clever little bottom in encouragement" boasted Mrs. Kimura, speaking up to be heard over the noise of her hand striking Susan’s posterior and the resultant cries. How much she spanked and spanked Susan’s "clever little bottom" was a popular topic of conversation with Mrs. Kimura. If it provoked a certain astonishment from the girl’s teachers, who had been trained in somewhat different theories of education, it provoked an even greater amount of satisfaction from other mothers of an ambitious disposition who, tired of Susan Kimura outperforming their own daughters in school, were at least gratified to learn that she did not get away with such over achievement scot-free. Their daughters were, naturally, more gratified yet - save for those whose mothers decided to give the Kimura method a try themselves.



"Honestly" Mrs. Kimura continued, spanking away, "I’ve never *seen* a young lady who gets as much help at home as you do. When I told Mrs. James how much I spank you, she could hardly believe it. I am so proud of you and the way the spankings make you achieve! You know, it makes me so proud that you get report cards like that, I could spank your rear end all day long". Susan howled with fresh vigor at the thought, which seemed not that implausible to her. She flailed her bare legs helplessly behind her as if she could run from her painful predicament. But her mother didn’t even notice - she was too busy waxing theoretic.



"I know that the world is full of people nowadays who say that spanking isn’t the way to educate. And that’s exactly why academic standards have dropped so low. Children are failing in school because their parents are too caught up in strange modern theories to do any spanking anymore. Well *we* believe in spanking. We believe in spanking big-time, and we have the grades to prove it. We know that a girl’s attention is in her bottom, we know how her mommy can get that attention, and how that mommy can keep it once she gets it!" she announced, riveting Susan’s attention to her suffering bottom with every enthusiastic spank. Mrs. Kimura had not spoken falsely, for Susan could no more think about anything other than her spanking than she could avoid the spanking itself. Indeed, the time she spent dwelling on her spankings far exceeded the considerable time she actually spent over her mother’s knee with her panties down. Her mother’s tutelary ministrations had singular pride of place in her mental life.



"I know you have to motivate schoolgirls in the simplest, most direct way possible - a way they are going to instantly understand. Once you deliver your lesson good and hard on their bottom without letting up until they are nicely red, they won’t forget it again in a hurry!" noted Mrs. Kimura, delivering her lecture with an enthusiasm that would put the most conscientious teacher to shame. Susan howled in recognition that she had heard and understood her mother’s lesson, but Mrs. Kimura seemed not to be satisfied yet. She was a firm believer that a lesson is best understood when repeated many times, and so continued to repeat it unabated on Susan’s bare bottom, which was growing very red indeed.



"If only all those people out there who say that they don’t believe in educational spanking could meet *you* Susan. My, they’d change their tune soon enough. You are the very model of the spanked student, with a record of almost straight A’s and a sore, red bottom in your panties. They would understand then that there is only one way to train a schoolgirl to be as clever as you are - and that’s by taking her across your knee with her underpants down for a long, long time". Actually, Mrs. Kimura was not quite right here. While most people who knew Susan were only too delighted with the thought of her going across her mother’s knee with her underpants down for a long, long time, this had more to do with them being sick of the girl’s academic excellence than anything else. Susan Kimura’s "homework" was more popular as a revenge fantasy for underachievers than as an ideal they wished to emulate.



"Of course, to be fair to the schools" noted Mrs. Kimura objectively as she spanked away hard "it may be that for the average student, the services they provide are sufficient. Perhaps not every girl has the brains to be a high-flyer like you are dear. Never mind - in any case, nurturing exceptional talent is what home is for. Good, long, hard spanking on your bare bottom on a regular basis - that’s the thing for a talented young lady like you Susan, and that’s *just* what you are going to get". Susan clutched the legs of the chair with white knuckles, her whole body shaking as she got what she was going to get.



The year before, when the school had not yet been well acquainted with Mrs. Kimura and her eccentricities, some bright spark among the staff had had the idea that mothers of particularly academically successful girls should be invited in to give the top students lectures on study habits. Mrs. Kimura had, of course, been only too pleased to help out and had thrown herself into her demonstration with particular enthusiasm. Given the wording of the school’s invitation to her, it was determined that the lawsuits of various parents would not stand up in court, and eventually, the red marks faded from various tender young behinds. While a small number of parents subsequently brought their daughters around to Mrs. Kimura’s house to have some more academic incentive spanked into them, the general response had not been positive. This merely confirmed Mrs. Kimura’s view that people nowadays refused to recognize sound educational doctrine. Besides, as she soon reflected, if other parents did not recognize the benefits of lots and lots of spanking, while she herself was diligent in supplying lots and lots of spanking to Susan, it could only be to her own daughter’s benefit.



"If only my mother were here to see what a clever girl her granddaughter is and how I always spank and punish her! Dear mother - she never once spared my backside where education was involved, you know, but I never really lived up to her academic dreams. To be honest, my grades were so low that it just wasn’t practical for her to spank me unless I got a C or under. If only she could see you now, getting spanked on your bare bottom, day in and day out, again and again, for grades as high as a B+! It would make her so proud - just as it does me". Mrs. Kimura’s renewed pride gave her renewed vigor in her spanking of poor Susan’s rear, which in turn resulted in a new volume in Susan’s cries.



It had occurred to Susan to suggest that the scientific way to proceed might to compare her academic performance when being spanked to her academic performance when *not* being spanked. She proposed that her mother stop all the spanking for a while, and if her grades didn’t drop, they would know that they didn’t have to bother with constant corporal punishment any more. That she made this suggestion caused her mother to be concerned that her motivation was waning and needed to be thoroughly recharged over her knee. The particularly long duration of Susan’s resultant inability to sit down had convinced her that giving policy advice was not in her best interests.



"I really think you have no idea of the honor you have brought to your family. I wonder how much I have to paddle you before you win a Nobel prize, my little angel? I’m just going to have to find out even if it takes forever and I have to spank your bottom purple in the process". Susan couldn’t see her bottom from where she was crying - indeed, she could hardly see anything through her streaming tears, but she had little doubt that it had a rosy red hue. Right now, it was not the color that was bothering her so much as the heat, which her mother’s adamance had raised until it felt as though her poor rear end had been set on fire. At other times, the color of her recently spanked posterior *had* been the source of some embarrassment. Changing in the locker room was bad enough, but the worst was when her mother felt it necessary to evidence her daughter’s brilliance and the manner in which it was nurtured. Mrs. Kimura would begin with a recitation of recent grades, which was somewhat embarrassing, and then continue by pulling down Susan’s panties to give proof of recent physical discipline, which was considerably more embarrassing yet. Experience had proven that resistance to this practice was taken as a lessening of pride in her own work - which only resulted in an immediate public recreation of the physical discipline itself.



"What did I ever do to wind up with such a brilliant daughter? Right from the start you were so clever! I knew that with such a gift, I had to just spank and spank and spank you all the time to ensure you made the very most of it". Mrs. Kimura glowed with pride as she cast her mind back over the countless times she had punished her daughter over the years, her pride translating itself directly to strength applied to the girl’s red bottom now. It was as if her daughter’s entire childhood had been devoted purely to academic achievement and having her bottom smacked to spur her on to yet greater heights. Certainly, Mrs. Kimura could not think of a single report card that had not resulted in an abundance of proud parental spanking. Still, she was not content to just rest on her laurels, but determined to redouble her efforts. Poor Susan bawled from the pain with eyes screwed up, her legs flailing the air behind her as her mother redoubled her efforts right on her bare red bottom. "I spanked you while you were learning your ABCs in preschool, I spank you now while you are learning math in school, and if it is at all possible, you can trust that I will spank you well in college too!".



Susan only hoped that her mother would not actually drop in on college around lunch time, as she had done at her school, in order to take her to an empty classroom and spank her inspirationally prior to some important class or examination. Mrs. Kimura felt that it was good for Susan to experience spankings in the school environment itself, and while the headmistress refused the request that she be given motivational corporal punishment by the school, there was nothing in the rules that forbade a mother dropping by to spank her own daughter’s bare bottom. The other girls were, in general, sufficiently irritated by Susan’s academic brilliance that they kept an eye out for Mrs. Kimura, and were only too pleased to make sure that wherever in the school Susan might be, her mother could easily locate her for some enthusiastic over-the-knee motivation.



"Really sweetheart, it would bring a sentimental tear to someone with a heart of stone" Mrs. Kimura noted as she spanked her daughter. "After all those years of working hard and being spanked hard, here you are, still panties down across my knee with your bare bottom red and tears pouring down your face, bawling your little heart out while I slap and smack at your bottom with all my might" mused Mrs. Kimura in reverie. Was there no limit to the achievements her brilliant daughter could be spanked to? Just how far might she go if she could just get enough panties-down spanking to spur her on?



"I have seen that rump of yours turn red as can be over and over again and heard you yell from motivation for every field of learning I can think of. Yet here you are, helpless back at the same old place on my lap, with that same old hand spanking away on your rear for all its worth. Some softhearted fools might have lightened up on the bottom paddling by now, but such half measures are not for *my* wonderful daughter. She must have all the sound spankings a mother can provide - nothing else is good enough for her". Poor Susan howled and thrashed her legs behind her as her bare bottom was spanked. While her mothers’ plan of "all the sound spankings a mother can provide", was familiar, it did not sound good to her at all, and she managed to bawl out "*I’ll do Ah! better mommy! Ah! I’ll do Ah! bet-Ah!-ter! Ah-ha-ha!*". This mark of Susan’s academic commitment caused her mother’s pride to swell within her, and with it, her commitment to spank.



"Oh, yes! You *will* do better my clever one! And I will be there to help you every step of the way. If you can put in more of an effort, then so can I! You can raise those B+ grades up to A’s, and while you do, your mommy can spank you even more! Its just a matter of really putting our minds to it!" announced Mrs. Kimura with all the fervor of a religious zealot. Indeed, if Susan’s mother could be said to be of any religion at all, her creed consisted in an unshakable faith in the educational powers of spanking, a faith which only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. "I have been too lazy and selfish with my help in the past, but that’s all going to stop right here. From now on you are going to be spanked for *everything*. I’m going to make certain that you get your bottom tanned well for the slightest mistake. We will see just what you can do with your schoolwork when I keep your bottom *really* red. Maybe if I give you the kind of spanking you are truly worthy of, you will be top of the whole school in *everything*! I’m going to find out just how much spanking it takes to help you reach your personal best, even if it means you never sit down again as long as you live". The woman applauded her own resolution good and hard on her daughter’s bare bottom - those in the Kimura household with a say in such matters had come to a unanimous decision. Mrs. Kimura was not one to make idle promises, as the weeks that followed were to show. Like so many times before, Susan had thought that her mother’s motivational spankings could not possible take place any more frequently than they already did. As always on this point, poor Susan Kimura was entirely wrong.

[SpankingFetish]

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Susan Kimura did not hurry home that evening of October 12th. The twelve year old was not normally so slow, but today she carried her monthly report card with her and the matter gave her some concern. Mrs. Kimura seemed to have noticed her daughter’s lateness - for she looked up worriedly from her paperback when Susan walked in. Her eyes said "What is it?". Susan smiled at her mother, but the very nervousness with which she did it gave her away. Mrs. Kimura put down her book. There was sadness in her eyes. "What is it Susan?" she asked quietly.

"Good news mommy" Susan ventured optimistically, "I came top in the class again!". Mrs. Kimura sighed with relief.

"Why that’s wonderful darling" she said "where is your report card? I want to see". Susan tried so hard not to look worried as she handed it across. She decided to seize the initiative.

"I got As in every subject except math" she spat out hurriedly "Mrs. Wilson says that I’m-"

"Math!" groaned her mother, her eyes, sad again, wandering reluctantly down the card. "Math" she sighed "B-plus"

"Mrs. Wilson said it was on the tip of an A minus, but I-"

"So that’s why you were late, you poor thing. Oh my poor Susan!". Mrs. Kimura’s eyes were glistening with sorrow now.

Susan blurted "I got ninety seven percent in English and Mrs. Wilson said it-". Mrs. Kimura was miserably rolling up her right sleeve.

"As if you hadn’t been spanked enough already. It isn’t fair" the woman lamented. Susan was not at all surprised, but was very much afraid all the same.

"So - so you could just not *give* me the spanking this time, and then it would be fair" she begged "you could just not-". Mrs. Kimura shook her head sadly.

"A single B+ on an otherwise perfect report card and you are still going to end up with a very sore bottom. What is wrong with me that I can’t master some more reasonable parenting techniques?" she wondered "its not as if you really deserve a good spanking Susan, and yet that is just what you are going to get. An almost perfect record in class and you are still going to be harshly punished over my knee. Just senseless". Mrs. Kimura miserably took her daughter by the arm, and led her forcefully back to the chair. Susan’s hand flew instinctively across her rear end as she rushed "But it’s *easy* mommy - just don’t *spank* me!". Mrs. Kimura sat down heavily and hauled her daughter across her knee, cutting her plea short. "If only it were that simple" she sighed. Susan felt her skirt fly up behind her, and knew the fight was over. Really, she knew it had been over before it had begun - when she fell short of perfection, she was spanked. Soundly.



Mrs. Kimura grabbed hold of the waistband of Susan’s white panties between her thumb and forefinger. Susan felt the grab. "Please mommy, not with my panties down! No-one at school who’s my age gets spanked with their panties down!". Her mother was sympathetic.

"I know dear. No-one could reasonably think you deserve your spanking right on your bare bottom. I suppose the other girls at school have mothers with better parenting skills than I have. My poor Susan - I’m afraid you are getting it right where it will hurt the most". With a tug, she pulled down Susan’s panties to her knees, leaving her young rear naked and vulnerable. "We both know that panties-down spanking is all that I know how to do" Mrs. Kimura said, freeing her hand for other duties "Even though I know perfectly well you don’t deserve to get your spanking right on the skin of your backside, that is exactly where I am going to administer it".



Mrs. Kimura proved as good as her word as the first heavy spank landed loudly on poor Susan’s bare bottom, making her squeal from the sting of it. "Wait! Mom-" tried Susan, but the second spank was already upon her, seemingly harder than the first. "Just-Ow! Let-Ow!" she cried, but her mother was working up to her rhythm and was showing no signs of slowing down again to let Susan speak. Indeed, as she spanked her reddening daughter, she took the floor herself. This was usual - Mrs. Kimura never just spanked Susan. She had to periodically lament the spanking even as she spanked. "Poor Susan. At your age you should have nothing to worry about except hanging out with your friends and enjoying yourself. Your teachers understand that - they never beat your bottom for *anything* there, and yet you get spankings all the time here at home. Its only lucky I’m not a teacher - I know that if *I* were in Mrs. Wilson’s place, I’d not spare your backside in class either" noted Mrs. Kimura, presenting a forceful example of how she would teach on her poor daughter’s overheated buttocks. "After all the wonderful work your teachers do teaching you how to be civilized and good, I go and wear out my hand on your rear at home. Kids learn by example and what sort of example am I setting you when I turn you over my knee and spank your bottom? No matter how good an example they set at school, a long hard spanking at home is bound to make a bad impression that you will remember for a long time". That Mrs. Kimura was indeed making a distinct impression on her daughter was amply evidenced by the fresh cries of pain brought forth with each loud spank and the tears that had begun to stream generously down her cheeks. But Susan’s yelps only saddened her mother further and did nothing to actually dissuade her.



"Poor Susan! You go ahead - make all the noise you want if it helps. I know you don’t like to be spanked. I wish I could think of another way to parent. I was just talking to Mrs. James a couple of days ago about what a good little girl you are but how much I spank and spank your poor little bottom anyway" announced Mrs. Kimura, speaking up to be heard over the noise of her hand striking Susan’s posterior and the resultant cries.



How much she would spank and spank Susan’s "poor little bottom" was a popular topic of conversation with Mrs. Kimura. If it gained the woman a certain sympathy from the girl’s teachers, who understood how hard it was to manage children, it provoked an even greater amount of approval from other mothers of a conservative disposition, who, while not well aquatinted with Susan themselves, were only too pleased to see something being done about the lax morals of the modern generation - something in the form of good old fashioned discipline. They tried to convince Mrs. Kimura that she was only doing the right thing, and that a mother’s instinct to spank must always be correct. To Mrs. Kimura’s credit, she remained unconvinced.



"Honestly" she continued, spanking away, "I’ve never *seen* a young lady who has to endure as much spanking as you do. When I told Mrs. James how much I spank you, she could hardly believe it. I’m so ashamed to be such a bad mother! I’m such a terrible parent that I could spank your rear end all day long". Susan howled with fresh vigor at the thought, which seemed not that implausible to her. She flailed her bare legs helplessly behind her as if she could run from her painful predicament. Her mother noticed, but felt powerless to help.



"I know that the world is full of people nowadays who understand that spanking isn’t the way. Understanding like that is the one hope for our civilization. Children are growing up happy and well-balanced because their parents don’t believe in spanking anymore. But still *I* persist in spanking. I persist in spanking big-time. I only know how to hurt a schoolgirl’s bottom, and once I’ve started hurting it, I just keep on going" she sighed, riveting Susan’s attention to her own suffering bottom with every sorrowful spank. Mrs. Kimura had not spoken falsely, for Susan found, as usual, that despite how sore her rump had already become, her mother was showing no signs of even thinking about letting up. Susan half feared that one of these days her mother would start spanking her and simply never stop.



"I only know how to respond to problems in the most simplistic way possible - even though its a way that never does any good. Once you stoop to spanking a child good and hard on their bottom, they are never quite the same again" noted Mrs. Kimura, delivering her reluctant punishment with a force that would put a machine to shame. Susan howled in recognition that she shared her mother’s opinion, but Mrs. Kimura was not finished yet. She felt herself trapped in a vicious circle that involved repetition after repetition of the same old harmful patterns - and so continued to repeat it unabated on Susan’s bare bottom, which was already very sore indeed.



"If only all those people out there who say that they believe in spanking could meet *you* Susan. They’d change their tune soon enough. They would understand then that this is no way to deal with a sensitive girl like yourself - taking you across my knee with your panties down for a such a long, long time". Actually, Mrs. Kimura was not quite right here. Most people who knew Susan thought that the only way to deal with her *was* for her to go across her mother’s knee with her panties down for a long, long time. However this impression was based solely on the fact that her mother spanked her so much. Mrs. Kimura found it disturbingly hard to shake people’s faith that any spanking a mother administers must automatically have been deserved.



"Even if you *did* something really wrong, all you would need is some civilized little counseling session. You are so very good after all. But no - a good long, hard spanking on your bare bottom on a regular basis - that’s the only way I ever try to cope with you, and now once again, that’s *just* what you get". Susan clutched the legs of the chair with white knuckles, her whole body shaking as she got what she was going to get. She had actually been to the school councilor once. The school was worried that, while her behavior was exemplary at school, she was misbehaving at home, as evidenced by the fact that her mother kept berating herself for spanking Susan so much. When the councilor reported back that she saw no reason to provide Susan with counseling for behavioral problems, Mrs. Kimura could only retort that at least counseling would make more sense than the tremendous quantities of spanking that Susan received at home.



"If only my mother were here to see what a good girl her granddaughter is and how I spank and punish her! If only she had been a proper role-model of mothering for me, I might know another way now. But no - paddling was all she ever understood while I was growing up. And now look at the result of her actions. If only she could have seen the way I treat my own daughter - spanking her on her bare bottom, day in and day out, again and again. Just thinking about it makes me so angry!". Mrs. Kimura’s anger seemed to give her renewed vigor in her spanking of poor Susan’s rear, which in turn resulted in a new volume in Susan’s cries.



It had occurred to Susan that perhaps her mother could take a course on alternative ways to parent, or at least take a book out of the library that dealt with alternatives to spanking. She had even gone so far as to gingerly raise the issue at one point, but her mother only bemoaned her own shameful lack of willpower to change her habits, with particular emphasis on the gross unfairness of the unusually severe paddling she would now inflict upon her daughter, just for raising a sensible question! The remarkably long duration of Susan’s resultant inability to sit down had convinced her that giving policy advice was not in her best interests.



"Like my mother before me, I only bring shame to my family. How much do I have to spank you before I learn just a little self control? I only hope finding out won’t take forever and that I don’t spank your poor bottom purple in the process". Susan couldn’t see her bottom from where she was crying - indeed, she could hardly see anything through her streaming tears, but she had little doubt that it was of a rosy red hue. Right now, it was not the color that was bothering her so much as the heat, which her mother’s bad parenting habits had raised until it felt as though her poor rear and had been set on fire. At other times, the color of her recently spanked posterior *had* been the source of some embarrassment. Changing in the locker room was bad enough, but the worst was when her mother felt it necessary to evidence her terrible parenting skills to some acquaintance by pulling down Susan’s panties to give proof of recent physical discipline. Experience had proven that resistance to this practice resulted in her mother guiltily admitting that it is a disrespectful way to treat one’s own child, followed by her mother even more guiltily admitting that she only knew how to deal with the *present* situation by engaging in an immediate public recreation of the physical discipline itself - a confession she would follow through on quite thoroughly.



"What did you ever do to wind up with such a terrible mother? Right from the start I was so awful! I had to just spank and spank and spank you all the time, even though you were such a *good* girl". Mrs. Kimura fumed with indignation as she cast her mind back over the countless times she had punished her daughter over the years, her indignation translating itself directly to strength applied to the girl’s red bottom now. It was as if Susan’s entire childhood had been devoted purely to having her bottom smacked on the flimsiest of pretexts. Certainly, Mrs. Kimura could not think of a single report card that had not resulted in punishment, and resulted in it in abundance. Still, she was not deterred by this sad history, but merely bemoaned her own spiritual weakness. Of physical weakness, on the other hand, there was no trace. Poor Susan bawled from the pain with eyes screwed up, her legs flailing the air behind her as her mother sadly redoubled her efforts right on her bare red bottom. "I spanked you when you were in preschool, I spank you now you are in school, and the awful truth is that I am even going to spank you in college".



Susan only hoped that her mother would not actually drop in on college around lunch time, as she had done at her school, in order to take her to an empty classroom and spank her for some misdemeanor somehow unearthed on the home front in her absence. Mrs. Kimura felt that her practice of spanking her daughter at school was even more humiliating and reprehensible than her practice of spanking her at home. To her shame, she had even on occasion not bothered to find an empty classroom at all, but had merely sat down on a bench in full view, taken Susan over her knee with her skirt up and her panties around her ankles, and spanked her bare bottom long and hard while all the other girls looked on. The other girls were in general thankful for the entertainment.



"I mean, just look at you, you poor pitiful thing. After all those years of being good and still being spanked, here you are, still panties down across my knee with your bare bottom red and tears pouring down your face, bawling your little heart out while I slap and smack at your rump with all my might" groaned Mrs. Kimura in disgust. She wondered if she was simply incapable of learning how to raise her daughter properly. Just how much panties-down spanking was it going to take before she found a better way?



"I have seen that rump of yours turn red as can be over and over again and heard you yell from punishment for every silly thing I can think of. Yet here you are, helpless back at the same old place on my lap, with that same old hand spanking away on your rear for all its worth. Some reasonable mothers might have learned a little responsibility by now, but not *yours*, so it seems. Its awful! I spank on and on, and over and over, and it always winds up on *your* poor innocent little bottom". Susan howled and thrashed her legs behind her as her bare bottom was spanked. While her mothers’ sad prediction of spanking "on and on", was familiar, it did not sound good to her at all, and she managed to bawl out "*You can Ah! do it Ah! mommy! Ah! You can Ah! cha-Ah!-ange! Ah-ha-ha!*". As with everything else Susan said, this encouragement only seemed to worsen her mother’s condition.



Mrs. Kimura was all but crying. "Its true, I can change, but only for the worse. Oh Susan, you’ve confronted me with my own weakness and I respond only by retreating further into the same old dysfunctional habits. I don’t know how to respond to your challenge except by starting to spank you *even more*! Oh, how can I be so *cruel*?" wailed Mrs. Kimura like one accursed. She felt utterly wretched and helpless in the face of her terrible fate to administer endless spankings to her poor daughter Susan - a fate that only tightened its grip about her with each passing day. "From now on you are not going to get away with *anything*. I’m going to make certain that you get your bottom tanned well on the slightest pretext. Its all so unfair! Because of *my* failure, *your* bottom is going to kept so *very* red. If only I could treat you the way you deserve instead of understanding nothing but how to administer corporal punishment to your rear end. Weak-willed creature that I am, I’m just going to take my own childhood out over and over on my little Susan, even if it means you never sit down again as long as you live". The woman vented her despair good and hard on her daughter’s bare bottom - those in the Kimura household who held the power had come to a decision they felt powerless to change. Mrs. Kimura was not one to make idle promises, as the weeks that followed were to show. Like so many times before, Susan had thought that her mother’s guilty spankings could not possible take place any more frequently than they already did. As always on this point, poor Susan Kimura was entirely wrong.





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Susan Kimura did not hurry home that evening of October 12th. The twelve year old was not normally so slow, but today she carried her monthly report card with her and the matter gave her some concern. Mrs. Kimura seemed to have noticed her daughter’s lateness - for she looked up expectantly from her paperback when Susan walked in. Her eyes said "Well?". Susan smiled at her mother, but the very nervousness with which she did it gave her away. Mrs. Kimura put down her book and smiled. "What is it Susan?" she asked hopefully.

"Good news mommy" Susan ventured optimistically, "I came top in the class again!".

"What about the grades?" Mrs. Kimura insisted "I want to know exactly what you got. Where’s your report card? I want to see". Susan tried so hard not to look worried as she handed it across. She decided to seize the initiative.

"I got As in every subject except math" she spat out hurriedly "Mrs. Wilson says that I’m-"

"What did you get in math?" grinned her mother in delight. "I knew that math would trick you up"

"Mrs. Wilson said I was on the tip of an A minus, but I didn’t leave enough time for the last question"

Mrs. Kimura nodded happily. "Timing is the hardest thing in an exam" she noted. "But that’s life for you". Her eyes were glinting with joy.

Susan blurted "I got ninety seven percent in English and Mrs. Wilson said it was one of the best papers she’d ever seen".

Mrs. Kimura smiled sweetly. "You came so *close* this time" she said, shaking her head in wonder and rolling up her right sleeve. "Still, a miss is as good as a mile and you *know* how mommy loves a good spanking!". Susan was not at all surprised, but very much afraid all the same.

"Mommy, please don’t give me a spanking" she begged "My report card is almost *perfect*!".

"You came close this time" her mother admitted "but there’s still that B+ in math, and that means *you* go over my *knee*. Motherhood can be a strain at times, but it sure has its perks too".

"But-"

"No time to argue, sweetheart. Its been too long since I’ve gotten to make your bottom very sore and I can’t *wait* to get started" Mrs. Kimura told her daughter joyfully. "A good spanking is *just* the thing for a dreary day like today, and that is *just* what you are going to get. Mrs. Wilson is a very fine teacher, but I’ll bet I could teach her something about taking a young lady over the knee and spanking her bottom!". In an instant, Mrs. Kimura had her daughter by the arm and was hauling her back to her chair. Susan’s hand flew instinctively across her rear end as she rushed "Mrs. Wilson said that I’m the best-". Mrs. Kimura sat down heavily and pulled the girl across her knee, cutting her plea short. Susan felt her skirt fly up behind her, and knew the fight was over. Really, she knew it had been over before it began - when her mother was given an excuse, she was spanked. Soundly.



Mrs. Kimura grabbed hold of the waistband of Susan’s white panties between her thumb and forefinger. Susan felt the grab. "Please mommy, not with my panties down! No-one at school who’s my age gets spanked with their panties down!". Her mother smiled. "The other girls at school have mothers that don’t know what they are doing Susan. No - you are going to get your spanking right on your bare bottom! Its so much more fun for mommy that way". With a tug, she pulled down Susan’s panties to her knees, leaving her young rear naked and vulnerable. "I like to spank my little girl as directly as I can" Mrs. Kimura said, freeing her hand for other duties. "There’s just nothing in the world like giving your daughter a good spanking right on the skin of her backside and that is exactly where I am going to administer it".



Mrs. Kimura proved as good as her word as the first enthusiastic spank landed loudly on poor Susan’s bare bottom, making her squeal from the sting of it. "Wait! Mom-" tried Susan, but the second spank was already upon her, seemingly harder than the first. "Just-Ow! Let-Ow!" she cried, but her mother was working up to her rhythm and was showing no signs of allowing interruption. Indeed, as she spanked her reddening daughter, she took the floor herself. This was usual - it was never enough for Mrs. Kimura just to spank Susan. She had to periodically express her contentment as she spanked. "Its amazing how many mothers just never take a proper interest in spanking their daughters. And teachers are no better. I don’t know *what* your teachers can be thinking that they don’t beat your bottom in school, instead of leaving all the fun for me here at home. I know that if *I* were in Mrs. Wilson’s place, I’d not spare your backside in class" noted Mrs. Kimura, presenting a forceful example of her opinions on fun on her poor daughter’s overheated buttocks. "Its not as if I haven’t told your teachers that they are more than welcome to have a turn. But I guess most people just don’t know a good thing when they see it. I get to spank *much* more that the other mothers. In fact, I’ll bet I spank more than all your friends’ mothers put together. Well, I suppose it is just my good fortune to have more sense than the herd - if other mothers want to spank their daughters, they can just go ahead and do it like I do. Kids can be fun if you put your mind to it, but most parents today don’t even have the imagination to try turning them over their knee and spanking their bottoms. Honestly, I don’t even know why they bother with parenthood at all! Well thank goodness *I’m* not afraid to spank! *I’m* going to just go to town on your little bare bottom and make an impression you will remember for a long time!". That Mrs. Kimura was indeed making a distinct impression on her daughter was amply evidenced by the fresh cries of pain brought forth with each loud spank and the tears that had begun to stream generously down her cheeks. But Susan’s yelps only seemed to fuel her mother’s recreational enthusiasm.



"It’s just so *cute* the way you squeal and wriggle around on my lap like that. You are more fun to spank than *anyone*. I was just talking to Mrs. James a couple of days ago about how much I love to spank and spank your adorable little bottom. I simply *must* have her over to try it herself" smiled Mrs. Kimura, speaking up to be heard over the noise of her hand striking Susan’s posterior and the resultant cries. How much she loved to spank and spank Susan’s "adorable little bottom" was a popular topic of conversation with Mrs. Kimura. Her friends were well used to her enthusiasm, and were resigned to the fact that a visit to the Kimura household might result in an impromptu demonstration for their edification. Most of them had even been pressured to turn the girl over their own knee on occasion, if only to quell for a while Mrs. Kimura’s nagging insistence that they "give it a try". A few acquaintance mothers even took to reserving "a play date at Susan Kimura’s house" as the ultimate sanction for their own daughters, on the understanding that punishments would be plentiful and merciless. Mrs. Kimura was only too happy to oblige, and never disappointed. In fact, the great Kimura slumber party of the year before was already a local legend.



"Honestly" Mrs. Kimura continued, spanking away contentedly, "I’ve never *seen* a young lady who gets as much paddling as you do. When I told Mrs. James how much I spank you, she could hardly believe it. I always feel so *good* when I’m sitting here smacking away at your little naked cheeks. Report card day is so much fun, I could spank your rear end all day long". Susan howled with fresh vigor at the suggestion, which seemed not that implausible to her. She flailed her bare legs helplessly behind her as if she could run from her painful predicament. Her mother took notice but was only too delighted with what she saw.



"I know that the world is full of people nowadays who say that spanking isn’t as satisfying as skydiving, or bungee jumping, or whatever the latest fad is. But you know, its exactly because people have forgotten the simple pleasures in life that everyone is so miserable nowadays. All these parents walking around with long faces - all because they are too caught up in their fancy hobbies to bother with the old-time satisfaction of taking their daughter over their knee for punishment. Well *I* haven’t forgotten about the satisfaction of spanking. I love spanking more than anything else, and you have the red peaches to prove it. What fun it is to make you bawl with pain and beg for mercy! You are never cuter than when you are bent over my lap with your panties around your ankles and your rear end as hot as can be. Now *that* is recreation!".



Mrs. Kimura had, periodically, tried other forms of relaxation, but never found them satisfying if they could not be adequately combined with spanking Susan. Watching television didn’t combine well - she could never hear the dialogue over her daughter’s cries of pain. While she could play chess well enough while spanking, the sound tended to distract opponents. A drive in the country could work, but only if someone else steered while she and Susan had the back seat all to themselves. Sunbathing had seemed promising at first, but Mrs. Kimura soon learned that her thighs wouldn’t tan if they were kept covered by the prone form of her Susan with her bikini pants down. A pair of headphones and a loud stereo sometimes worked well with a spanking - the 1812 Overture was a particular favorite of Mrs. Kimura’s for punishment time. But her favorite combination activity ended up being fishing. Susan’s mother never found any activity quite so relaxing as sitting in a rowboat in the middle of a secluded lake with her twelve year old daughter panties down and helpless over her knee as she gave her a long, luxurious spanking with no threat of doorbells or telephones or appointments to cut it a second shorter than she felt like. And if Susan’s howls kept the fish away, what matter? The joy of fishing was all in the relaxation.



"We humans aren’t that complicated deep down. We are most at peace when engaged in the simplest, most direct forms of expression - forms that are universal regardless of race, creed or color. Once you deliver a spanking good and hard on a young girl’s bottom without letting up until they are nicely red, you’ll never give it up again" noted Mrs. Kimura, indulging in her sport with an enthusiasm that would put the most determined Olympian to shame. Susan yelped in recognition that she had heard and understood her mother’s universal expression, but Mrs. Kimura was not to be satisfied yet. She was a firm believer that life was there to be enjoyed, and that there was no point in denying herself the fullest measure of fun that she could obtain - so she continued in full measure on Susan’s bare bottom, which was growing very red indeed.



"If only all those people who say that they don’t understand how anyone could enjoy spanking schoolgirls could meet *you* Susan. My, they’d change their tune soon enough. No-one with a heart could see how cute you are when you are being punished and not be moved. No-one could see those little diamond tears on your baby cheeks and not want to take you right across their knee with your panties down for a long, long time". Actually, Mrs. Kimura was not quite right here. While some of those people who had seen Susan spanked had been favorably impressed, they had generally not been under the impression that she was too adorable not to spank, but rather under the impression that she must be very naughty indeed. Moreover, most witnesses had no response more complex than stunned amazement to see a good bare-botttomed spanking taking place in the laundromat, or on the beach, or at a sidewalk cafe. While Mrs. Kimura was only too pleased to extol the joys of spanking to stunned onlookers, she frightened more people than she converted.



"Of course, to be fair to the schools" noted Mrs. Kimura objectively as she spanked away hard "it may be that the parents of the average schoolgirl are simply not sensible enough to allow the teachers real freedom to spank them. Never mind - that’s what home is for. Good, long, hard spanking on your bare bottom on a regular basis - that’s the way to enjoy motherhood Susan, and that is *just* what you are going to get". Susan clutched the legs of the chair with white knuckles, her whole body shaking as she got what she was going to get.



The year before, when the school was not yet well acquainted with Mrs. Kimura and her eccentricities, there had been a particularly emphatic campaign to get parents involved in after-school recreational activities. When Mrs. Kimura offered, with no intention to deceive, to coach a school "paddling team", her offer was accepted enthusiastically by a headmistress envisaging canoes on a river. The initial sign up was also good, but after the first meeting, when twenty spanked schoolgirls came home in tears, the miscommunication was identified and membership dropped dramatically. Seventeen girls retired from the team immediately. Three, Susan included, wanted to retire but were forbidden by their mothers from so doing. Two girls who had not been members were forced to join by mothers who were unimpressed by canoes, but thought their daughters might benefit from some regular spanking - one of these girl’s was the headmistress’ own daughter Milicent. The five member team reluctantly met with their coach once a week for practice on school grounds, from which they would return to their homes red-bottomed and weeping. Mrs. Kimura tried to encourage interest in other schools to form their own official paddling teams for the sake of competition, but without success. She was undeterred - it was the sport, after all, that mattered. And besides, the paddling team’s demonstration at school sports days always stole the show!



"If only my mother were alive to see what a red-bottomed girl her granddaughter is and how I always spank and punish her! Dear mother - she loved to spank. One time when I was about your age I got caught shoplifting just before the holidays and mama changed plans just like that and took me on a two week spanking tour of the state, beating my bare backside good at all the spots of historical or natural interest. Of course, those were harder days in many ways and she never had the time to spank me the way I get to spank you. If only she could see you now, getting spanked on your bare bottom, day in and day out, again and again, for things as trivial as getting a B+ in math! It would make her so happy - just as it does me". Mrs. Kimura’s renewed joy gave her renewed vigor in her spanking of poor Susan’s rear, which in turn resulted in a new volume in Susan’s cries.



It wasn’t that Susan had never tried to channel her mother’s love of spanking into less personally painful directions. She made a particular effort to encourage her interest in the school paddling team, which, if not exactly easy on her own rear end, at least distributed her mother’s enthusiasm over five young bottoms instead of allowing it to fall entirely upon *hers*. She even collaborated on a uniform, although it was no easy task to convince her mother that the uniform either needed to include a skirt or needed to include panties (Mrs. Kimura eventually settled on a yellow top, a short blue skirt and no underpants, to maximize easy access to the team-member’s bare bottoms). Susan’s efforts to encourage her mother’s enthusiasm for the paddling team did her little good. Mrs. Kimura’s enthusiasm did rise, but she quickly became convinced that that the girls should be practicing at home with the help of their mothers, as well as just training at school. This innovation was well received by the mothers and leant much warmth to the bottoms of the other girls on the team. However, it also increased rather than decreased the occurrence of punishment on Susan’s own rear end, since Mrs. Kimura ensured that Susan trained diligently across her knee at home. Just to add insult to injury, the headmistress’ own enthusiasm for the paddling team was heightened as a side effect of Mrs. Kimura’s refreshed interest, and she took to periodically having the team members report to her office in uniform for a thorough impromptu training session that would last until they were quite red behind.



"I really think you have no idea of what happiness you bring to your mother. I wonder how much I have to paddle you before I’ve even *begun* to have enough? I’m just going to have to find out even if it takes forever and I have to spank your bottom purple in the process". Susan couldn’t see her bottom from where she was crying - indeed, she could hardly see anything through her streaming tears, but she had little doubt that it was already of a rosy red hue. Right now, it was not the color that was bothering her so much as the heat, which her mother’s enthusiasm had raised until it felt as though her poor rear and had been set on fire. At other times, the color of her recently spanked posterior had been the source of some embarrassment. The locker room was bad enough, but the worst was the fact that her mother was not content just to evangelize about the wonders of spanking, but felt it necessary to evidence her love of it pulling down Susan’s panties to give proof of recent physical discipline whenever the chance presented itself. Experience had proven that resistance to this practice was eagerly seized upon as an opportunity for an immediate public recreation of the physical discipline itself.



"What did I ever do to wind up with such a cute, spankable daughter? Right from the start I loved to spank you so much - I had to just spank and spank and spank you all the time no matter how you cried and kicked your little legs". Mrs. Kimura beamed with joy as she cast her mind back over the countless times she had punished her daughter over the years, her fond nostalgia translating itself directly to strength applied to the girl’s red bottom now. It was as if her daughter’s entire childhood had been devoted purely to having her little bottom smacked. Certainly, she could not think of a single report card that had not resulted in an abundance of joyous parental spanking, with little Susan roaring over her knee. Still, Mrs. Kimura was not content to live in the past, but merely determined to redouble her efforts in the present. Poor Susan bawled from the pain with eyes screwed up, her legs flailing the air behind her as her mother did redouble her efforts - right on Susan’s bare red bottom. "What fun I had spanking you when you were in preschool! And what fun I have spanking you now while you are in school. I can hardly wait for the fun I am going to have spanking you when you go to college!".



Susan only hoped that her mother would not actually drop in on college around lunch time, as she had done at her school, in order to excitedly take her to an empty classroom and spank her for some misdemeanor somehow unearthed on the home front in her absence - something she was just *too* eager to spank her for to wait until after school. The other girls in the paddling team, upset about Susan’s hand in the uniforms, although ignorant of the part she played in getting them spanked at home, were only too eager to ensure that when Mrs. Kimura came by, her daughter could be readily located for punishment. If Susan was really unlucky, her mother would not even be able to contain her enthusiasm until they got to an empty classroom at all, but would merely sit down on a bench in full view, take Susan over her knee with her skirt up and her panties around her ankles, and spank her bare bottom long and hard while all the other girls looked on.



"Really sweetheart, it would bring a sentimental tear to someone with a heart of stone" Mrs. Kimura noted as she spanked her daughter. "After all those years of being spanked and spanked by your mommy, here you are, still panties down across my knee with your bare bottom red and tears pouring down your face, bawling your little heart out while I slap and smack at your cheeks with all my might" smiled Mrs. Kimura in reverie. Continuity like that always restored her faith in the world and convinced her that things would always work out all right in the end, as long as people never forgot the simple values that make life worth living.



"I have seen that rump of yours turn red as can be over and over again and heard you yell from spanking for every misdemeanor I can think of. Yet here you are, helpless back at the same old place on my lap, with that same old hand spanking away on your rear for all its worth. Can there be any gift in the world more precious than motherhood? You are my precious daughter and I can spank and paddle you just as much as I want. I get to give you all the sound spankings a mother can provide - I never have to settle for anything less". Poor Susan howled and thrashed her legs behind her as her bare bottom was slapped. While her mothers’ plan of "all the sound spankings a mother can provide", was familiar, it did not sound good to her at all, and she managed to bawl out "*I hate Ah! spankings Ah! mommy! Ah! I hate Ah! SpaH!-kings! Ah-Ha-Ha!*". To Mrs. Kimura, this exclamation of her daughter’s was simply the most adorable thing she had ever heard in her life. Her heart melted - her Susan simply had to be the cutest, most spankable child in the whole world.



"Oh my darling *baby*!" she cooed in delight "That was so *adorable*! I may not be able to ever let you off my knee again! Just when I think you have gotten just as spankable as you can be, you go ahead and say something that makes me want to paddle you like I’ve never paddled you before. Mommy promises she is going to spank her Susan even more from now on - you may just never be able to sit down again!" announced Mrs. Kimura with all the passion of a religious zealot. Indeed, if Susan’s mother could be said to be of any religion at all, her creed consisted in an unshakable faith in the wonderful joys of spanking, before which all other joys evaporated like dew in the morning sun. "Why have I spent so much time on my job, my career, when I could be spending quality over-the-knee spanking time with my only daughter right back at home? That’s all going to stop right here. From now on you are going to be spanked for *everything*. I’m going to make certain that you get your bottom tanned well for the slightest imperfection. We will see just what fun a mother can have when she keeps her daughter’s bottom *really* red. Life is too short to just spend it chasing money - I want to spend it punishing *you*. I’m going to find out just how much spanking a dedicated mother can administer if she really wants to, even if it means you never pull up your panties again as long as you live". The woman applauded her own resolution good and hard on her daughter’s bare bottom - those in the Kimura household with a say in such matters had come to a unanimous decision. Mrs. Kimura was not one to make idle promises, as the weeks that followed were to show. Like so many times before, Susan had thought that her mother’s recreational spankings could not possible take place any more frequently than they already did. As always on this point, poor Susan Kimura was entirely wrong.

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Mrs. Kimura hurried home that evening of October 12th. Her 12 year old daughter Susan took note of her mother’s early arrival - looking up with concern from her paperback as the woman walked in. Mrs. Kimura’s eyes were steely. Susan smiled at her mother, but the very nervousness with which she did it gave her away. She put down her book. There were storms behind her mother’s eyes. "How did your class go mommy?" Susan asked quietly. Susan tried so hard not to look worried as her mother silently handed her report card across. She decided to seize the initiative. "A B+! Wow! That’s a really good grade!"

"Good? Everybody knows I do A work - everyone, it seems, but that damn fool professor. Why-"

"B+ is practically an A, mommy" stressed Susan. But Mrs. Kimura was angrily rolling up her right sleeve. "It looks like it’s spanking time again!" she said firmly. Susan was not at all surprised, but very much afraid all the same. "Please don’t give me a spanking mommy!" she begged "it isn’t *my* fault".

Mrs. Kimura was not impressed by the plea. "Look - I’ve had a hard day. I’ve been cheated by my examiner. And now I’m going to exercise every mother’s natural right to vent her frustration on her daughter’s bottom. Just for once spare me the whining - I’m in no mood for it. Your mommy has decided to give you a good spanking Susan, and that is *just* what you are going to get! If I can’t make an impression in class, I can at least make an impression on a young lady lying over my knee at home". Mrs. Kimura had her daughter by the arm and hauled her up out of her chair. Susan’s hand flew instinctively across her rear end as she rushed "I just bet that you are the best-". Mrs. Kimura sat down heavily and pulled the girl across her knee, cutting her plea short. Susan felt her skirt fly up behind her, and knew the fight was over. Really, she knew it had been over before it began - when her mother got angry, she was spanked. Soundly.



Mrs. Kimura grabbed hold of the waistband of Susan’s white panties between her thumb and forefinger. Susan felt the grab. "Please mommy, not with my panties down! No-one at school who’s my age gets spanked with their panties down!". Her mother was incensed. "Oh no, my girl, you are getting this spanking right on your bare bottom. Maybe the other girls at school don’t have mothers who get treated like I do, but *you* are getting it right where it will do me the most good". With a tug, she pulled down Susan’s panties to her knees, leaving her young rear naked and vulnerable. "I’m going to blow of steam as directly as I can" Mrs. Kimura said, freeing her hand for other duties "I want to give you a good spanking right on the skin of your backside and that is exactly where I am going to administer it".



Mrs. Kimura proved as good as her word as the first enthusiastic spank landed loudly on poor Susan’s bare bottom, making her squeal from the sting of it. "Wait! Mom-" tried Susan, but the second spank was already upon her, seemingly harder than the first. "Just-Ow! Let-Ow!" she cried, but her mother was working up to her rhythm and was showing no signs of allowing interruption. Indeed, as she spanked her reddening daughter, she took the floor herself. This was usual - it was never enough for Mrs. Kimura just to spank Susan. She had to periodically vent her troubles as she spanked. "Does that jerk think I only come to classes to hang out with friends and enjoy myself? I don’t know *what* my teacher can be thinking that I get a grade like that" noted Mrs. Kimura, presenting a forceful example of her opinions of academia on her poor daughter’s overheated buttocks. "But I suppose it is just easier for an academic to just make up grades depending on who they like best". That Mrs. Kimura was indeed incensed by her treatment was amply evidenced by the fresh cries of pain brought forth with each loud spank and the tears that had begun to stream generously down Susan’s cheeks. But the girl’s yelps only seemed to fuel her mother’s indignance.



"Oh shush! I know you don’t like being spanked, but I have problems of my own right now. If you want to whine to anyone about it, blame my lecturer. I was just talking to Mrs. James a couple of days ago about what a jerk that academic is, and how the whole stupid affair makes me spank and spank your bottom" announced Mrs. Kimura, speaking up to be heard over the noise of her hand striking Susan’s posterior and the resultant cries. How much the injustices of the world made her spank and spank Susan’s bottom was a popular topic of conversation with Mrs. Kimura. If it provoked a certain astonishment from other mothers, who usually subscribed to somewhat more liberal views, it also gained Mrs. Kimura a certain amount of sympathy, since they understood that life could be difficult and that a mother should be given a certain latitude in raising her own child.



"Honestly" Mrs. Kimura continued, spanking away, "You have no idea how frustrating my class can be - I’ve never *known* a mother who does as much spanking as I do. When I told Mrs. James how much I have to spank you, she could hardly believe it. My fool teacher should be ashamed to make a mother spank like that! It makes me so mad, I could spank your rear end all day long". Susan howled with fresh vigor at the thought, which seemed not that implausible to her. She flailed her bare legs helplessly behind her as if she could run from her painful predicament. But her mother didn’t even notice - she was too busy fuming.



"I can’t believe the number of mothers nowadays who don’t spank. And that’s exactly why women are so stressed today. Mothers popping pills all the time just because they don’t believe in spanking anymore. Well *I* believe in spanking. I believe in spanking big-time. I know how to blow off steam, and I know not to stop until I am done. If you are going to stay sane in this life, you have to learn to get rid of that tension in the simplest, most direct way possible. Once you shake off that aggression good and hard on your daughter’s bare bottom, you can get back to your life again" noted Mrs. Kimura, shaking off her aggression with an enthusiasm that would put the most dedicated Doom player to shame. But Mrs. Kimura seemed not to be satisfied yet. She was a firm believer that if you are going to cleanse your soul, you should do it properly - and so continued to cleanse it unabated on Susan’s bare bottom, which was growing very red indeed.



"If only all those people out there who say that they don’t believe in spanking could spend a day walking in *my* shoes Susan. My, they’d change their tune soon enough. They would understand then that there is only one way to deal with stress like that - and that’s with your daughter across your knee with her panties down for a long, long time. As if some little counseling session is going to get rid of tension like mine. No, no - a good long, hard spanking on your bare bottom on a regular basis - that’s the only way to cope with a life like *mine*, and that’s *just* what you are going to get". Susan clutched the legs of the chair with white knuckles, her whole body shaking as she got what she was going to get.



Mrs. Kimura had actually been to stress management counseling once. The councilor was quite adamant that there were more effective ways for her to handle her tension than by spanking poor Susan’s bottom. To settle the issue one way or another, Mrs. Kimura brought Susan along to one group therapy session, pulled down her panties, and spanked her soundly in front of everyone. When she was finally done, the councilor wanted the woman to try some other relaxation techniques for comparison. But the other clients in the group weren’t ready for that - Mrs. Kimura looked pretty relaxed and they wanted to try spanking Susan for themselves. Susan’s mother was only too happy to oblige and confiscated her daughter’s panties altogether in preparation. The councilor went along with it in the interests of getting it out of the way. The experiment took quite a while, but eventually poor Susan had been spanked to everyone’s satisfaction. *Now* the councilor wanted to introduce them to some alternative techniques, but the group *still* wasn’t ready. They failed to see how the councilor could really know what she was talking about unless she spanked Susan too. Susan begged piteously for mercy, but over the councilor’s knee she went and a hearty paddling ensued. When the councilor was finally done, she found that she felt *much* better. She was much surprised, but had the honesty to commend Mrs. Kimura’s stress control technique and recommend that she indulged in it whenever she felt the need. So that was the end of counseling for Susan and her mother. Unbeknownst to them, it also turned out to be the end of an era for the councilor’s own eight year old daughter, who was thereafter conscripted into regular service over her mother’s knee to help eliminate the tensions and stresses of a hard day at work.



"If only my mother were here to see how I have to spank and punish her granddaughter through sheer stress. Things were so much easier in her day - why I don’t think she ever had to spank me more than once a month, unless I was bad or something. What on earth would she think of the way I have to spank *you* - the way I have to paddle your bare bottom, day in and day out, again and again. Just thinking about it makes me so angry!". Mrs. Kimura’s renewed anger gave her renewed vigor in her spanking of poor Susan’s rear, which in turn resulted in a new volume in Susan’s cries. It had occurred to Susan that perhaps if her mother didn’t spank her day in and day out, she wouldn’t be so angry about spanking her day in and day out. She had even gone so far as to gingerly raise the issue at one point, but the particularly long duration of her resultant inability to sit down had convinced her that giving policy advice was not in her best interests.



"That teacher is a disgrace to the profession, you know that? How much will I have to paddle you before that jerk is done with me? I guess we’re just going to have to find out even if I have to spank your bottom purple in the process". Susan couldn’t see her bottom from where she was crying - indeed, she could hardly see anything through her streaming tears, but she had little doubt that it was already of a rosy red hue. Right now, it was not the color that was bothering her so much as the heat, which her mother’s adamance had raised until it felt as though her poor rear and had been set on fire. At other times, the color of her recently spanked posterior had been the source of some embarrassment. The locker room was bad enough, but the worst was when her mother felt it necessary to evidence her own sufferings to some acquaintance by pulling down Susan’s panties to give proof of recent physical discipline. Experience had proven that resistance to this practice only stressed her mother to the point that she engaged in an immediate public recreation of the physical discipline itself.



"What did I ever do to wind up with such a hard life? Right from the start I had to just spank and spank and spank you all the time". Mrs. Kimura fumed with indignation as she cast her mind back over the countless times she had resorted to paddling her daughter out of sheer frustration over the years, her indignation translating itself directly to strength applied to the girl’s red bottom now. It was as if her Susan’s entire childhood had been devoted to having her bottom smacked for her mother’s misfortunes. Certainly, Mrs. Kimura could not think of a single report card she had been given that had not warranted spanking Susan, and resulted in it in abundance. And the more time that passed, the more the world forced her to spank her child. Poor Susan bawled from the pain with eyes screwed up, her legs flailing the air behind her as her mother redoubled her efforts right on her bare red bottom. "I had to spank you all through preschool, I have to spank you now you are in school, and I can’t seriously doubt that I’m going to have to spank you right through college".



Susan only hoped that her mother would not actually drop in on college around lunch time, as she had done at her school, in order to take her to an empty classroom and spank her because of some frustrating incident that she just couldn’t wait to deal with. Such unusual behavior had naturally attracted some attention - the teacher Mrs. Wilson was particularly keen to know what was going on with her best student. Mrs. Kimura was flattered by the interest and explained her preferred method of stress relief, commending it highly and assuring Mrs. Wilson that she was more than welcome to make use of Susan’s rear end in a similar manner during school hours. The teacher needed no further encouragement, and took immediately to the habit of periodically taking poor Susan to the staff room for some good bare-bottom spanking when the stresses of teaching got too much. The other teachers were largely divided on the practice, but most of them eventually took her across their knee at least once, while the headmistress soon had a permanent appointment inked into her diary for the last Friday afternoon of each month. Susan Kimura was not at all pleased with the new arrangement, but it did seem to improve staff morale.



"I mean, things just never seem to get any easier for me. Just look at us now. After all those years of spanking you, here you are, still panties down across my knee with your bare bottom red and tears pouring down your face, bawling your little heart out while I slap and smack at your bottom with all my might" sighed Mrs. Kimura in disgust. Was her life doomed to be one trial after another? Just how much panties-down spanking was it going to take before things started to work for her?



"I have seen that rump of yours turn red as can be over and over again and heard you yell from stress-relief for every misfortune I can think of. Yet here you are, helpless back at the same old place on my lap, with that same old hand spanking away on your rear for all its worth. Some hot-bottomed girl’s mother might have gotten a break by now, but not me. Still, I know that its worse for some who don’t even *have* kids. At least I do have you to spank just as much as I feel like". Poor Susan howled and thrashed her legs behind her as her bare bottom was spanked. While her mothers’ plan of spanking just as much as she felt like was familiar, it did not sound good to her at all, and she managed to bawl out "*I hate Ah! spankings Ah! mommy! Ah! I hate Ah! SpaH!-kings! Ah-Ha-Ha!*". Her mother was not impressed.



"Just for once Susan, try to think about people other than yourself. I don’t want you to embarrass me in front of the other women in my class. Many of them don’t have little girls of their own and so after the grading fiasco today we had a meeting and I arranged for them to drop by individually from time to time to give you spankings. See - *mommy* doesn’t just think about herself!" announced Mrs. Kimura, her voice noble with the selflessness of a martyr. Despite her own trials in life, she had always been more than generous in offering to let others spank her daughter if it would make them feel better. She believed that in this life, we need to help each other out where we can. "There’s about fifteen of them, and like everyone in this world, they all seem to have recurring problems, so I bought an appointment book to prevent clashes. You’d be surprised how difficult scheduling can be, and some of the spankings will have to be in the morning before you go to school, but the ladies have been very understanding about that. Oh, and three of these college girls don’t have cars, but have agreed to take turns hosting a triathlon spanking session in their dorm rooms if I’d take care of taxiing you there and back - my, I’ll bet you won’t sit down after one of *those*! In any case, maybe with all the spankings you are going to be getting from now on, you will finally learn that it is in doing something for other people that real satisfaction in life can be found". The woman applauded her own sentiment good and hard on her daughter’s bare bottom - those in the Kimura household with a say in such matters had come to a unanimous decision. Mrs. Kimura was not one to make idle promises, as the weeks that followed were to show. Like so many times before, Susan had thought that the stress-relieving spankings in her life could not possible take place any more frequently than they already did. As always on this point, poor Susan Kimura was entirely wrong.





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Susan Kimura did not hurry home that evening of October 12th. The twelve year old was not normally so slow, but today she carried her monthly report card with her and the matter gave her some concern. Mrs. Kimura seemed to have noticed her daughter’s lateness - for she looked up with concern from her paperback when Susan walked in. Her eyes said "is everything all right?". Susan smiled at her mother, but the very nervousness with which she did it gave her away. Mrs. Kimura put down her book and crossed over to her. "Susan, sweetheart, is everything all right?" she asked, putting her hands on the girl’s shoulders.

"Good news mommy" Susan ventured optimistically, "I came top in the class again!"

"Darling, that’s just *wonderful*! So why the long face? Is that really all? Is something about the report card worrying you? Where is it - I want to see".

Susan tried so hard not to look worried as she handed it across. "Oh honey" said her mother with sympathy "is it this B+ in math that’s bothering you? You know you got A’s in every other subject. Miss Wilson says that you are the brightest student in the class".

"I’m not bothered mommy" Susan assured her firmly "I’m very happy"

"I’ll bet it was on the very *tip* of an A- sweety. Is this why you came in late today, because you were ashamed of this. Susan, this may be the best report card I have ever *seen*. It even notes down the bottom that you got *ninety seven percent* in English!"

"You are right mommy. I’m very, very happy"

"Poor Susan - I can feel you tremble" said her mother. She patted her daughter’s shoulder and smiled. "I know what will make you feel better" she said, and started to roll up her right sleeve. Susan was not at all surprised, but very much afraid all the same. "Please mommy" she begged in desperation "a spanking won’t make me feel better, it will make me feel *worse*".

"It’s all right Susan" Mrs. Kimura assured her compassionately "this is no trouble for me at all. I don’t mind the effort if it will only make my little girl feel a little cleansed".

"Please mommy!" cried Susan, tears in her eyes, "I’m not bothered by the *grade* and I’m not trying to spare you *work* - I just don’t want another *spanking*!"

"There, there Susan. There won’t be any more feelings of guilt in a moment - getting a very sore bottom will make the slate feel clean. I know how much a good spanking means to a girl. All those thoughts of school are going to be a million miles away for you when you are over your mommy’s knee". Mrs. Kimura took her weeping daughter by the arm and hauled her back to her chair. Susan’s hand flew instinctively across her rear end as she rushed "I don’t feel guilty mommy, the slate is fine and-". Mrs. Kimura sat down heavily and pulled her across her knee, cutting her plea short. Susan felt her skirt fly up behind her, and knew the fight was over. Really, she knew it had been over before it began - when her mother wanted to help out, she was spanked. Soundly.



Mrs. Kimura grabbed hold of the waistband of Susan’s white panties between her thumb and forefinger. Susan felt the grab. "Please mommy, not with my panties down! No-one at school who’s my age gets spanked with their panties down!". Her mother was firm. "Oh no, we don’t want there to be any possibility of you thinking that you have anything more to pay. You shall have your spanking right on your bare bottom so that you know your mommy gave you the works. Maybe the other girls at school would be a bit more at ease with the world if their mother’s cared enough to do as I do. *You* are getting it right where it will do the most good". With a tug, she pulled down Susan’s panties to her knees, leaving her young rear naked and vulnerable. "I’m going to bring peace to you as directly as I can" Mrs. Kimura said, freeing her hand for other duties "You are worth a good spanking right on the skin of your backside and that is exactly where I am going to administer it".



Mrs. Kimura proved as good as her word as the first enthusiastic spank landed loudly on poor Susan’s bare bottom, making her squeal from the sting of it. "Wait! Mom-" tried Susan, but the second spank was already upon her, seemingly harder than the first. "Just-Ow! Let-Ow!" she cried, but her mother was working up to her rhythm and was showing no signs of allowing interruption. Indeed, as she spanked her reddening daughter, she took the floor herself. This was usual - it was never enough for Mrs. Kimura just to spank Susan. She had to periodically make her views clear as she spanked. "School today is so hard on kids, with all this emphasis on making grades. The least your teachers could do if they are going to make you so tense about making mistakes is to beat your bottom when you make them and get it all over with. I know that if *I* were in Mrs. Wilson’s place and you made a mistake, I’d have the thoughtfulness to take down your panties and spank you right there in class instead of letting you stew like this, you poor thing" noted Mrs. Kimura, presenting a forceful example of her opinions on education on her poor daughter’s overheated buttocks. "But at least you will always know that you have a mommy who cares enough about you to paddle your rear when you get home. Kids these days feel so guilty all the time! It was different when I went to school - the teacher would just turn us over her knee and spank our bottoms and that was an end to it. My daughter deserves no less - with a good bare-bottom spanking underway, I’ll make sure you forget about those silly grades soon enough!". That Mrs. Kimura was indeed distracting her daughter from thoughts of academic achievement was amply evidenced by the fresh cries of pain brought forth with each loud spank and the tears that had begun to stream generously down her cheeks. But Susan’s yelps only seemed to fuel her mother’s therapeutic enthusiasm.



"Good girl. Those nice spanked noises you make show that this is doing you good. Next time you get a grade you are not entirely happy with, just think about how you will be punished for it over your mommy’s knee and you will see you have no reason to feel guilty in the slightest. I was just talking to Mrs. James a couple of days ago about what a tense little girl you are and how much I have to spank and spank your little bottom to make you feel better" announced Mrs. Kimura, speaking up to be heard over the noise of her hand striking Susan’s posterior and the resultant cries. How much she had to spank and spank Susan’s "little bottom" to make her feel better was a popular topic of conversation with Mrs. Kimura. If it earned a certain astonishment from many other mothers, who did not subscribe to the same psychological theories as Mrs. Kimura did, it also gained her a certain grudging respect for the sheer effort she was willing to go to to do what she believed was best for her daughter. They knew that she went to great lengths to ensure that Susan was a very well punished young lady, and maternal dedication like that was felt to be a breath of fresh air in a selfish modern world.



"Honestly, Mrs. Kimura continued, spanking away, "I’ve never *seen* a young lady who gets as tense over the little mistakes in life as you do. When I told Mrs. James how much I have to spank you, she could hardly believe it. But if that is what is required to take the load off you, so be it. If you need it to feel better, I can spank your rear end all day long". Susan howled with fresh vigor at the thought, which seemed not that implausible to her. She flailed her bare legs helplessly behind her as if she could run from her painful predicament. But her mother didn’t even notice - she was too busy waxing theoretic.



"I know that the world is full of people nowadays who say that spanking isn’t good for kids. And that’s exactly why modern kids are all so unhappy. Children are all insecure because their parents don’t believe in spanking anymore. Well *I* believe in spanking. I believe in spanking big-time. I know that a girl just isn’t going to be *happy* if she is not being regularly spanked. A spanked girl doesn’t have to walk around loaded down with feelings of responsibility for her mistakes - she’s had all that put behind her and can think about something else" she announced, putting Susan’s mistakes directly behind her with every well-intentioned spank. Up to a point at least, Mrs. Kimura had not spoken falsely, for Susan could have no more thought about anything but her spanking than she could avoid the spanking itself. It really *did* distract her from her schoolwork. Indeed, the time she spent dwelling on her spankings extended far beyond the considerable time she actually spent over her mother’s knee with her panties down. Her mother’s "helpful" ministrations had singular pride of place in her mental life. Of course, whether the cure was genuinely better than the disease was another issue.



"I know you have to unburden a young lady in the simplest, most direct way possible - a way they are going to instantly feel. Once you recognize their mistakes good and hard on their bottom, they won’t feel guilty about it any more!" noted Mrs. Kimura, unburdening her daughter with an enthusiasm that would put the most conscientious confessional priest to shame. Susan howled in recognition that she felt her mistakes had been recognized, but Mrs. Kimura seemed not to be satisfied yet. She was a firm believer that a soul should be cleansed until it was utterly spotless, and so continued to practice therapy on Susan’s bare bottom, which was growing very red indeed.



"If only all those people out there who say that they don’t believe in spanking could meet *you* Susan. My, they’d change their tune soon enough. They would understand then that there is only one way to bring peace to a girl like you - and that’s by keeping her across your knee with her panties down for a long, long time". Actually, Mrs. Kimura was not quite right here. Even though some of the other mothers accepted that Susan Kimura had certain psychological needs peculiar to herself which her dedicated mother was doing her best to fulfill, most of them felt that Susan’s spankings had more to do with the mother’s psychology than the daughter’s. Hardly any became convinced that their own daughters needed to be spanked a lot for the sake of psychological well-being - although when such a conversion did occur, Mrs. Kimura felt the proud glow of the true missionary.



"People today are obsessed with the idea of endless talking and counseling sessions, but that’s not what a young girl needs. No, no - a good long, hard spanking on her bare bottom on a regular basis - that’s the only way to do right by her, and that’s *just* what you are going to get". Susan clutched the legs of the chair with white knuckles, her whole body shaking as she got what she was going to get.



Mrs. Kimura’s aversion to counseling only extended to the "endless talking" sort. Susan actually *had* a councilor that her mother took her to once a week. It was an alternative therapy designed for children with problem behavior in which instead of being analyzed and advised, they were scolded and spanked. While the American Psychiatric Association had refused to give their stamp of approval to the program, many parents had been more open minded, and the venture had been quite a financially successful one. Mrs. Kimura was particularly pleased about the opportunity to have Susan scolded while she was spanked. To her mind, it stood to reason that if spankings were useful for soothing guilt, scolding must be too - but she found it hard to scold Susan when they both knew perfectly well that the girl’s behavior had been exemplary. It was a simple matter, though, to take her to the councilor and assure her, despite Susan’s desperate protests to the contrary, that she had been *extremely* badly behaved in the week just past. The councilor’s subsequent performance on Susan’s naked rear was always highly impressive.



"I want you to be able to get the help from your mother that you need, the help that I never had. Oh, my mother did the best that she could with me, but she had to work hard and there was never enough time for the children. Why, in my own childhood, there were only a few times a year she really spanked me properly. The rest of the time, I just had to deal with my guilt the best I could. Thank goodness I can do better by you. My mother would hardly believe it if she could see how I spank and punish you. I swore that when I had a daughter, she would never want for chastisement. I would spank her on her bare bottom, day in and day out, again and again. Nothing less is good enough for you". Mrs. Kimura’s renewed pride at her fulfilled oath gave her renewed vigor in her spanking of poor Susan’s rear, which in turn resulted in a new volume in Susan’s cries.



Susan had tried every way she could imagine to convince her mother that her plentiful spankings were a much greater source of discomfort than relief, yet for some strange reason this was a notion that Mrs. Kimura seemed simply incapable of grasping. The only sense that she could make of Susan’s repeated insistence was that her daughter did not want to be any trouble to her. The girl’s apparent selflessness touched the mother’s heart, and only made her more determined that Susan should have all the benefits that maternal discipline had to offer.



"Right from the start, I always did my best for you. I would just spank and spank and spank you all the time". Mrs. Kimura smiled with satisfaction as she cast her mind back over the countless times she had punished her daughter over the years, her pride translating itself directly to strength applied to the girl’s red bottom now. Susan felt as if her entire childhood had been devoted to having her bottom smacked so that she would feel better. Certainly, she could not think of a single report card that had not resulted in consolational punishment, and resulted in it in abundance. Still, Mrs. Kimura was not content to rest on her laurels, but merely determined to redouble her efforts. Poor Susan bawled from the pain with eyes screwed up, her legs flailing the air behind her as her mother redoubled her efforts right on her bare red bottom. "I used to spank you to help you cope with preschool, I spank you now to help you cope with school, and you can rest assured I’ll give you all the spankings I can to help you cope with college".



Susan only hoped that her mother would not actually drop in on college around lunch time to give her a spanking, as she had done at her school. Mrs. Kimura felt that since so many of Susan’s stresses must originate at school, it must be good for her to have some spankings in the school environment. While the headmistress refused her requests that Susan be given the special right to receive corporal punishment from the school itself, there was nothing in the rules that forbade her from dropping by to spank her own daughter’s bare bottom. If Susan was lucky, her mother would take her to an empty classroom before pulling down her underpants and throwing her over her knee. If she was not lucky, her mother had decided that it would be particularly therapeutic to spank her on a bench out in the open where all the other girls could see. That way, she reasoned, Susan could feel "properly punished" and there would be no chance of residual feelings of guilt. Susan’s fellow students, who were always happy for any entertainment, were only too ready to assure Mrs. Kimura that this struck them as sound reasoning.



"I have seen that rump of yours turn red as can be over and over again and heard you yell from punishment for everything I could think of. I know that some lazy mothers would have given up long before now, but don’t worry Susan, mommy will always spank you just as much as she can". Poor Susan howled and thrashed her legs behind her as her bare bottom was smacked. While her mothers’ plan of spanking just as much as she can was familiar, it did not sound good to her at all, and she managed to bawl out "*Don’t spank Ah! me mommy! Ah! I can’t Ah! take it Ah! any Mo-Ah!-or-Ah!oor! Ah-ha-ha!*". Susan should have known that this outburst would be a mistake, but at the time, she was being ruled by her bottom, not her mind.



Mrs. Kimura’s heart was touched by her daughter’s selflessness. "Oh my sweet Susan!" she sighed as she spanked away "Always thinking about me and never about yourself. I should take a page out of *your* book, and think a little more about *you*. I should be honest with myself that I really haven’t been spanking you as much as I can". She came to a decision. "But that can *change*" she announced, with all the fervor of one who has just seen the light. Mrs. Kimura’s revelation was really the same as all her previous revelations - Susan should be spanked more often. "I have been too selfish in the past, but that’s all going to stop right here. From now on you are not going to get away with *anything*. I’m going to make certain that you get your bottom tanned well for the slightest naughtiness. I’ll keep your bottom so red, you’ll never have to feel guilty over anything ever again - even if it means you never sit down again as long as you live either". The woman applauded her own resolution good and hard on her daughter’s bare bottom - those in the Kimura household with a say in such matters had come to a unanimous decision. Mrs. Kimura was not one to make idle promises, as the weeks that followed were to show. Like so many times before, Susan had thought that her mother’s "therapeutic" spankings could not possible take place any more frequently than they already did. As always on this point, poor Susan Kimura was entirely wrong.

[SpankingFetish]

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Susan Kimura did not hurry home that evening of October 12th. The twelve year old was not normally so slow, but today she carried her monthly report card with her and the matter gave her some concern. Mrs. Kimura was just putting down the telephone as her daughter came in. "That was Mrs. Taylor" she told her. "She’s just been spanking her Tracy. She said report cards came out today". Susan went on the offensive - when every plan is hopeless, no plan is wrong.

"Good news mommy" she ventured optimistically, "I came top in the class again!".

"Again? Oh. Well - that’s good darling. Can I see the card?". Susan tried so hard not to look worried as she handed it across. Once again, she decided to seize the initiative.

"I got As in every subject except math" she spat out hurriedly "Mrs. Wilson says that I’m-". Mrs. Kimura’s eyes showed delight as she took the card in at a glance.

"An A in every single subject except for math and a B+ in that! Well, Mrs. Taylor and the others can just stew on *that* for a while!". Susan tried to encourage this train of though.

"Mrs. Wilson said it was on the tip of an A minus, and Tracy Taylor only got a B-, and I’ll bet Mrs. Taylor can’t stand the thought of it!"

"That Tracy hasn’t equaled your grades all semester, and neither has the headmistress’ daughter Millicent". Mrs. Kimura’s eyes were glinting with pleasure now.

"Millicent only got a seventy in English and I got a ninety seven and the headmistress came to class and gave her a spanking and-". Mrs. Kimura was rolling up her right sleeve.

She noted "and even if Tracy and Millicent both got spankings, I’ll bet you are the *only* one in the whole school who will get a spanking for a report card of all A’s with one B+! None of those other mothers will try to say they are stricter than me after *this*!". Susan was not at all surprised, but very much afraid all the same.

She urged "but wouldn’t it make them stew even more if their daughters had to get spankings but I was the only one with a report card so good that-". Mrs. Kimura shook her head.

"I have a reputation as the strictest mother to uphold. People look up to me. They will respect the fact that for a single B+ on an otherwise perfect report card, you are still going to end up with a very sore bottom. And all those other mothers like to boast about how strict *they* are. They won’t even try boasting to me when they know that after an almost perfect record in class, you still got well punished over my knee!". Mrs. Kimura firmly took her daughter by the arm, and led her resisting out onto the porch.

Susan’s hand flew instinctively across her rear end as she rushed "at least spank me *inside* mommy!". Mrs. Kimura sat down heavily and hauled her daughter across her knee, cutting her plea short.

"Susan, we are setting an example for people" she answered curtly. Susan felt her skirt fly up behind her, and knew the fight was over. Really, she knew it had been over before it began - when her mother had the opportunity, she was spanked. Soundly.



Mrs. Kimura grabbed hold of the waistband of Susan’s white panties between her thumb and forefinger. Susan felt the grab. "Please mommy, not with my panties down! Not when we’re out on the *porch*!".

Her mother was unmoved. "Susan, it *has* to be on your bare bottom. Nowadays *all* the mothers are spanking on the bare bottom. What will they think of me if they hear that I’m only giving it to you on the seat of your underpants?". With a tug, she pulled down Susan’s panties to her knees, leaving her young rear naked and vulnerable. "I have to take a stand for everyone to see, and take it as clearly as I can" Mrs. Kimura said, freeing her hand for other duties. "People will expect a good spanking right on the skin of your backside and that is exactly where I am going to administer it".



Mrs. Kimura proved as good as her word as the first enthusiastic spank landed loudly on poor Susan’s bare bottom, making her squeal from the sting of it. "Wait! Mom-" tried Susan, but the second spank was already upon her, seemingly harder than the first. "Just-Ow! Let-Ow!" she cried, but her mother was working up to her rhythm and was showing no signs of allowing interruption. Indeed, as she spanked her reddening daughter, she took the floor herself. This was usual - it was never enough for Mrs. Kimura just to spank Susan. The gravity of the situation warranted proud self-congratulations as well. "That Mrs. Wilson thinks she’s such a strict teacher, just because she beats the girls’ bottoms for bad grades. *Her* reputation is all based on the fact that she has a captive audience for every punishment. But I’ll bet she never spanked anyone for getting a B+! Let her stew on *that* one" suggested Mrs. Kimura, presenting a forceful example of her unyielding nature on her poor daughter’s overheated buttocks. "She always tries to make such a big deal over how much she spanks you in class, but its not as if that is *anything* compared to what you get at home. Everyone knows that its really *me* who sets the example in this community for the mothers and teachers to follow. I’ll bet if it wasn’t for me leading the way, Mrs. Wilson would be too lazy to even turn her students over her knee and spank their bottoms even *half* as much as she does. The town relies on us Susan, and we must do all we can to make a good impression". That Mrs. Kimura was at least making a distinct impression on her daughter was amply evidenced by the fresh cries of pain brought forth with each loud spank and the tears that had begun to stream generously down her cheeks. But Susan’s yelps only seemed to fuel her mother’s proud enthusiasm.



"That’s right Susan. Go ahead and make as much noise as you want. The more people who can hear you the better. Let them appreciate how much you are spanked. Mrs. James was just telling me a couple of days ago about how she admires the way I spank and spank your little bottom and how much it has inspired her to spank her Cynthia. She said that before meeting me, she simply hadn’t realized just how much bare-bottom spanking a mother can do if she really puts her mind to it". Mrs. Kimura had to speak up to be heard over the noise of her hand striking Susan’s posterior and the resultant cries.



For good or for ill, it was no idle boast that Mrs. Kimura made when she claimed to have inspired others. Her gloating had indeed brought out the competitive (or conformist) sides in many persons who did not wish to seem lacking in the eyes of their peers. This was particularly visible where the school was involved. It was not that Susan’s school had not used corporal punishment prior to her enrollment, or even that the teachers were not already somewhat competitive about who was strictest in its application, but Mrs. Kimura’s self-righteous presence among the parent body had done much to intensify the situation. It had been her continued shocked denunciation of the rule forbidding teachers to pull down student’s panties for spanking that had lead to the rule’s abolition. Her outrage that non-teaching staff were not permitted to spank the girls lead to that rule’s abolition as well. Most impressively, it was her insistence that the school publish the name of the shameful teacher who had administered the least spankings in a given month that had ensured there was no class in which corporal punishment was a rare event.



Mrs. Kimura’s tireless vigilance with the mothers had been no less effective. Her careful scrutiny was relentless in singling out any mother who was particularly lax in spanking her daughter, spreading the information on the grapevine so that appropriate social sanctions might be put in place. Many did their best to avoid her at all cost, knowing that if she cornered them, they would be disapprovingly grilled on their disciplinary standards. It was tyranny, but it had the desired effect. Mothers were spanking their daughters like they had never spanked them before.



Most of all, though, Mrs. Kimura lead by example. While the treatment of poor Susan was always her prime advertisement for her beliefs, she was generous enough to extend her ministrations to other girls too. The paper girl, for instance, was soundly punished over her knee on a regular basis. Then there was Mrs. Kimura’s feared "drop in"s to neighboring houses. On these surprise visits, she would inevitably find some pretext to depants and discipline the young ladies of the house. None of Susan’s school friends would willingly visit her at home - even walking with her as far as the gate could result in being captured by Mrs. Kimura and royally spanked. Indeed, some exasperated mothers had taken to sending their errant daughters to visit Susan simply on the grounds that punishments in the Kimura household would be plentiful and merciless. Mrs. Kimura could see through their scheme, but far from feeling used, it made her glow with pride to have such a fearsome reputation. Her treatment of her daughter’s "visitors" ensured her reputation did not fade.



"Honestly" Mrs. Kimura continued, spanking away, "everyone in this town seems to want to think that *they* are the ultimate guardians of morality, but talking is a lot easier than paddling. *I’ve* never seen a young lady who gets as much spanking as you do. That Mrs. Thompson from the hair salon was trying to boast to me about how much she spanks her daughter Karen, but when I told her how much *I* spank *you*, she could hardly believe it. Even when she spanked Karen with a hairbrush there in the salon for spilling conditioner on the floor, you could tell she was just trying to cover up. It makes me so proud that we lead the community like this. Just thinking about the good we are doing makes me feel like I could spank your rear end all day long". Susan howled with fresh vigor at the thought, which seemed not that implausible to her. She flailed her bare legs helplessly behind her as if she could run from her painful predicament. But her mother didn’t even notice - she was too busy setting a good example for others.



"I know that the world is full of people nowadays who would be positively ashamed to be seen spanking their children. And that’s exactly why the world has gone to hell the way it has. No-one believes in morality just because parents would be embarrassed to be seen smacking a bare little bottom. Well *I* believe in being seen spanking. The *more* I am seen spanking you, the *better* I like it. Sure, people may stop and stare, but that means that your spanking has been noticed - that the picture of your rosy rear-end being disciplined will be one they will take home with them". Susan passionately hated the amount of attention that her mother’s spankings attracted, although the attention was hardly surprising to her given how powerfully her mother’s spankings had always attracted *her* attention.



Mrs. Kimura was highly diligent in ensuring that she was seen spanking Susan, which was why Susan never wanted to go to public places with her. Some trips were giveaways. For instance, Susan *knew* that when her mother announced a trip to the public pool, she would end up being punished. The room was too large, too populated, and had acoustics too fine for Mrs. Kimura to ever forgo tucking her swimsuit between her peaches and taking her over her knee for a good spanking. It didn’t really matter how she behaved - her mother was too creative in finding excuses for discipline. Other trips lulled Susan into a false sense of security. When her mother took her out for dinner at a nice restaurant, the girl felt she would briefly be safe from having to bend over for discipline. No such luck. All it took was the tiniest droplet of sauce on her good blue dress and Mrs. Kimura had her chance. "Just look at your dress you naughty girl Susan!" she exclaimed, making sure it was loud enough to be heard "you deserve a *good spanking!*". Susan had begged piteously for a postponement until they got home, then more piteously yet to either at least let her keep her panties on or to retire to the cloakroom. None of it was to any avail. With her blue skirt up around her waist and her white underpants down around her ankles, she received a long bare-bottom spanking over her mother’s knee in front of everyone there. The assembled diners were suitably impressed. So were observers of other spankings on the bus, in the cinema, and in church. As a self-publicist, Mrs. Kimura could be quite ingenious.



"If only other women would take more notice of you. You are a perfect example of what can be achieved when a mother really puts her mind to spanking her daughter. Why, I keep your little bottom so red and sore, its a wonder you ever sit down at all! And to think that people have told me you can’t achieve anything by spanking. Why, after all my hard work and dedication, I now have the most spanked little girl I have ever known. If that isn’t an achievement, I don’t know what is. There’s only one way to get a young lady’s bottom as hot as yours is - and that’s by keeping her across your knee with her panties down for a long, long time. Why, everyone *knows* I’m the biggest spanker in town".



Actually, Mrs. Kimura was not quite right here. While no-one could seriously deny that Susan was plentifully supplied with corporal punishment, there were other women who were driven by vanity to insist that it was *they* who had the status of being the most dedicated spanker around. At first, the position had not been hotly contested, and Mrs. Kimura had long been regarded as more of an eccentric than a person to be competed with. However, as time had passed and she showed no signs of losing interest in having the best-punished daughter around, the fashion slowly caught on until finally spankings had reached something of an epidemic level. Every morning in Susan’s class there were fresh tales of woe. Jane Forester was now getting spanked if the girl *next door* did anything wrong, for fear she would get bad ideas. Mandy Thomas was now spanked when she got home from school unless she had a note from a teacher specifically stating that she *hadn’t* been bad - a note no teacher would write for her for fear of being thought soft. And poor Dania Lewis was spanked long and hard with a hairbrush on her bare bottom right before bedtime, no matter *what* had happened during the day, just to remind her to be good. The other girls, somewhat unfairly noting Susan’s association with all of this, did not hesitate to perjure themselves to the teacher in order to get Susan physically punished in class. The teacher, fearing Mrs. Kimura’s ire, needn’t little encouragement.



Many women did suspect, at least to some degree, that Susan Kimura’s spankings had less to do with her mother’s virtue than with her mother’s need to be respected. However, there was a lot of difference between having these suspicions and being willing to voice them within Mrs. Kimura’s hearing - and given Mrs. Kimura’s webs of gossip, little was said publicly that was *not* within her hearing.



The majority of people that Mrs. Kimura was in contact with never genuinely became convinced that they had any sort of moral duty to spank their daughters frequently. That being said, they didn’t want it said publicly that they were *not* spanking their daughter’s frequently, so concessions were made in order to seem respectable. While Mrs. Kimura did have *some* inkling that there were private suspicions against her, private suspicions seemed inconsequential in the face of the public respect that she received.



"I want to give you all the spankings *I* never had when I was your age. Oh, my mother did the best she could with me, but she had to work hard and there was never enough time to spank the children properly. Why, in my own childhood, there were only a few times a year she really spanked me well. And there weren’t a heck of a lot of other people willing to spank me either. Thank goodness I have had the opportunity to do better. My mother would hardly believe it if she could see how I spank and punish you. I swore that when I had a daughter, no-one would ever say that she lacked for chastisement. I would spank her on her bare bottom, day in and day out, again and again. Nothing less is good enough". Mrs. Kimura’s renewed pride at her fulfilled oath gave her renewed vigor in her spanking of poor Susan’s rear, which in turn resulted in a new volume in Susan’s cries.



Susan had tried in the past to get her case across. She had insisted that there must be a more important civic duty than constantly spanking her bottom - and thus that her mother ought to fulfill *that* civic duty instead. She further argued that her own suffering was too great, and that there was something unfair about the amount of punishment she was made to endure. Her mother simply did not understand what she was saying. Certainly, she spanked her for saying it, but just as a matter of course.



"Right from the start, people were commenting on how much I spanked you. I would just spank and spank and spank you all the time. There were quite a few who even said I was spanking you too *much*!". Mrs. Kimura smiled in astonishment at the very idea, her astonishment translating itself directly to strength applied to the girl’s red bottom now. Susan felt as if her childhood had been devoted purely to having her bottom smacked. She found it hard to think there was anything she would have been less likely to devote her life to, had she had a say. Poor Susan bawled from the pain with eyes screwed up, her legs flailing the air behind her as her mother redoubled her efforts right on her bare red bottom. "The preschool teachers didn’t know *what* to think. I don’t think they were used to seeing a good spanking. It took quite some insistence before I could get them spanking you and other children. Then when you went to school, I had to do it all over again. That headmistress wasn’t even certain where the paddle *was* until I started to make a fuss about the lack of discipline. In the early days, I was doing well if you were taking one good paddling in a *week*. I don’t even want to *think* about what it will cost to make sure you get spankings in college!. It will be easy enough to drop by college and give you a spanking myself, but I want you to get spankings from the school too. That requires money for sports equipment".



Susan really couldn’t think far enough ahead to be frightened about college. She just wanted to get out of what her mother had turned her school into. Mrs. Kimura had put a lot of work into getting social power over that school. She had complained loudly and wherever she could that her daughter was not getting spankings at school. She had been visibly annoyed that the school was so lax, and was equally disapproving of anyone who dared to disagree with her. People became frightened of her. They were afraid that she would speak harshly of them in public, and so shame them. The easiest thing for the school to do was just make sure that Susan Kimura got the occasional spanking. It became something of a ritual. Some small fault would be found in her behavior and a sentence pronounced. She would be led to the office and paddled, with a note to take home to her mother to tell her as much. Soon there was a discernible rhythm to the appearance of punishments, as people eased into their routines. Then Mrs. Kimura wanted * more* spankings, both for her daughter and for all the other girls. So more spankings were given, both to Susan Kimura, and to the other girls. Many parents were not at all pleased to discover that the school had started spanking their children, even given that their behavior had not been perfect. However, by now it was difficult to speak up. Mrs. Kimura had assumed her position as the local arbiter of good and evil. The concerned parents preferred to assume that someone *else* would speak up, so put up with the spankings as a very temporary misfortune. They later noticed that no-one *had* spoken up. But that just made it all the harder to speak up themselves so late in the day.



Mrs. Kimura grew bold, and took her daughter to the staff room to *show* them how to spank her properly. She wanted the spankings to be longer and more intense. So the spankings grew longer and more intense.



But Susan’s troubles stemmed not merely from mer mother’s insistence that she be spanked, but from her mother’s concern that she be *seen* to be spanked. Mrs. Kimura was ready to go public. Even though she had recently successfully campaigned for Susan to be spanked right on her bare bottom at school, Mrs. Kimura let it be known that she did not see why her daughter should get to leave the classroom just because she had a spanking coming. By then, the school felt that it was in too deep to bother resisting. So now a certain proportion of class time was devoted to spanking Susan Kimura’s bare bottom. The other girls would have been delighted with the entertainment, were it not for the fact that the teachers now felt less restraint about spanking *their* bare bottoms as well, if they so wished. Naturally, there was a certain amount of resentment developed towards Susan, who had heralded spankings into their midst. Susan didn’t like going to school any more.



The situation seemed very pleasing to Mrs. Kimura, as she sat there, spanking her child at home. "People have seen that rump of yours turn red as can be over and over again and heard you yell from punishment for everything I could think of. By now, not a one of them can doubt that I will always spank you just as much as I can" she gloated. Poor Susan howled and thrashed her legs behind her as her bare bottom was slapped. While her mothers’ plan of spanking just as much as she can was familiar, it did not sound good to her at all. Unfortunately for Susan, her mother’s plans were far from finished yet.



Mrs. Kimura started a political pressure group, this being the best way she could think of to attain maximum visibility. The group was for concerned mothers who wanted to campaign for more spanking. With little imagination, they christened themselves "Mothers For Spanking", or MFS. At first, MFS meetings were collections of a few women in Mrs. Kimura’s living room. Susan herself was a critical feature of each meeting. Mrs. Kimura would tell the others about how much she spanks Susan, about how little the rest of the world spanks Susan, and for that matter, about how little the rest of the world spanks schoolgirls in general. Then she would take down Susan’s panties, turn her over her knee, and spank her bare bottom very well indeed. In the very earliest meetings, she would give some explanation as to why Susan needed to be disciplined at that point in time. Later, though, the reason for the spanking was not provided. Mrs. Kimura decided that this was both easier on herself, and would foster the idea that mothers shouldn’t have to explain themselves when they decide to punish. Ambitious members started to bring their own daughters to spank at the meetings, and were rewarded with Mrs. Kimura’s praise. Even more ambitious members began to spank Susan Kimura directly, which earned them even greater praise.



Soon Susan was not even safe between home and school. Any MFS member who happened to cross her path knew well that they could gain social credit by turning her over their knee. Mrs. Kimura was always very careful to recognize such contributions aloud at the gatherings. Even being sent out for a loaf of bread became a major ordeal, as Susan tried to plot a circuitous bicycle route to the store, so that she could minimize the dangers of capture and punishment.



Even nonmembers were interested enough in fame to help with publicity. The group had a photograph taken of a local policewoman spanking Susan to help promote MFS. The local paper printed it in a similar spirit of friendly helpfulness. The group collected soundbites from other figures. These were simply the ritualistic responses of people who did not want their social position questioned. The headmistress, priest, and beat-cop all knew that they had to say something favorable about spankings when she met Mrs. Kimura in the street.



The bank manager got to face Mrs. Kimura staging a spectacle in the bank. The woman announced her intentions of spanking Susan’s bare bottom very soundly, right then and there. She was, of course, just *daring* the bank manager to interfere, ready to denounce her loudly if she showed any behavior that could be construed as anti-spanking. The bank manager chose what seemed to be the lesser of two evils. She briefly praised Mrs. Kimura’s readiness with corporal punishment, noted to all present that the bank was an organization that believed in spanking young ladies, and went about her business, leaving Mrs. Kimura to do whatever she was going to do.



The mayor was the greatest trophy of all. Mrs. Kimura had to put a lot of work into arranging to regularly be in the mayor’s vicinity, so that she could pose a public question as a concerned citizen. The mayor would respond with some quick pro-spanking platitudes and try to move on to the next question. The press present would regard these exchanges as vaguely amusing and make sure that the mayor was quoted in the local media. Mayoral soundbites such as that "you can’t raise standards without raising skirts", "you can’t lower crime without lowering panties", and "there is no education without flagellation" was useful filler when news was slow. This in turn made the local media want to ask questions of Mrs. Kimura, an opportunity the woman used to spout as much as she could about her strong views in favor of spanking. One day the mayor wanted to distract the public from certain issues for a while. Personally spanking Susan Kimura seemed as good a distraction as any, particularly since the mayor’s pro-spanking slogans had been one of the few things she had said lately than anyone seemed to *like*. There were numerous photographs of the punishment and questions for the mayor. The press was glad to have something that readers weren’t going to find boring, so they let less photogenic issues slide, just as the mayor had hoped. The politician gave the reporters further preprepared words about the virtues of spanking, focusing more on the general importance of spanking young ladies than on the reasons for Susan’s spanking in particular. Mrs. Kimura made sure that she had her own photograph taken with the spanking politician, and made sure also that she gave the press plenty of information about Mothers For Spanking. This all inspired the leader of the opposition to spank Susan too, although the media interest was not quite as great.



Still, once the precedent was set, it was set. In a complex world of difficult issues, people found the simple image of the spanked schoolgirl to be reassuringly symbolic of the victory of good over evil. When choosing who to trust, it was easy to turn to the known spanker. It was not merely that people wanted to influence government policy by picking a pro-spanking candidate. There was also a feeling that by electing a spanker, a role-model would be held up to the public. A known spanker would be an advertisement for spanking itself.



This meant that soon any member of the local school board had to be seen to be spanking schoolgirls. This gave mothers a political advantage. They, after all, had not only easy access to an appropriate bottom, but were safe from legal concerns - in the present political climate, the police chief was not about to let her officers interfere with a mother spanking her own daughter. Suddenly, certain rich girls were getting their panties pulled down where there were people and cameras, and then received competitively administered corporal punishment. The really ambitious candidates would even freely spank a supporter’s child if one were brought forward and criticized.



The increased attention paid to the spanking-records of politicians did not mean that people forgot about Susan Kimura. She had been first and remained the human interest favorite. School board candidates made sure that they had, at some point, given Susan Kimura a good spanking in the presence of the maximum number of witnesses. Increasingly, they simply presented Mrs. Kimura with a list of regular appointments for Susan to be brought to their office and soundly spanked. Mrs. Kimura was always very punctual with Susan’s appointments.



In the face of all of this, the headmistress was vain enough to establish a policy that she spank Susan’s bare bottom well at every assembly. As she had hoped, the women’s magazines delighted in the story, distributing color pictures far and wide. The other teachers just had to compete as best they could.