Or... by Juanoneone
Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2023 4:26 pm
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.
"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.
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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 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.