Little Mandy clutched Erica in her arms as she laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling. She was supposed to be taking a nap and had asked to sleep on Mama's bed, but the little girl wasn't tired and sat up on the bed to look around Mama's room. She knew that she should go find Mama and ask her to cuddle her to sleep, but the little girl's face lit up when her eyes suddenly spotted Mama's collection of nail polish. She giggled remembering last weekend when Mama had painted each of her fingernails and toenails a different color. Amanda listened carefully; she could hear Mama down the hall talking to someone on the phone. The blonde little one crept out of bed and walked over to admire the various bottles of colors, some of them soft and pale and others rich and vibrant. She picked up the bottle of black nail polish that Mama often wore to work and studied it carefully. She knew that she wasn't allowed to play with Mama's nail polish without permission and supervision, but maybe if she was really careful and did a very good job, she could surprise Mama and Mama would be proud of her. Amanda set the bottle of black nail polish down and picked up a bottle of bright cherry red polish. She carried the small bottle over to the bed and opened it carefully.
Olivia finished her phone call and realized that she hadn't heard a peep out of her little girl for over an hour and decided to go check on her. She walked into Amanda's room expecting to find her sound asleep and panicked momentarily when she found Amanda, her doll, her shirt, and the bed covered in what looked like blood. She calmed somewhat when she noticed the spilled bottle of red nail polish and realized that her baby was not hurt, she was just being a very naughty little girl in need of Mama's loving discipline. Amanda looked like a deer caught in headlights when Mama walked in the room and began to cry, looking at the sticky mess around her and suddenly realizing that she was most likely in very big trouble. She was trying to be careful, but everything had gone terribly wrong when she decided to try to paint Erica's tiny nails too and had spilled the polish all over the bed, Erica, and herself.
"Mandy Grace Rollins-Benson, what on earth is happening in here?! You should be sleeping!" Mama scolded sternly as she carefully picked up what little was left of the bottle of red nail polish and set it aside.
"I couldn't sleep and I was bored." Amanda explained with a trembling lower lip.
"If you can't sleep, you come find me and tell me. And if you're bored, you have a room full of toys to play with. Hop up, don't touch anything until we wash your hands clean."
"Erica is ruined!" Amanda wailed, picking up Erica as she obediently stood from the bed.
"No she isn't. I can get her clean, but first let's get you clean."
Olivia took Amanda into the bathroom and carefully stripped her out of her shirt, pants and diaper. She tossed Amanda's clothes into the laundry, praying that with a little bit of elbow grease the bright red color would come out of Little Mandy's favorite white shirt. Then Olivia drew a bath and helped Amanda into the tub where she spent some time scrubbing the little girl clean. While she was at it, she went ahead and washed Amanda's hair as well. When Amanda was clean, Olivia guided her out of the tub and dried her off with a big, fluffy towel.
"Go to your room and choose some new clothes to wear. Then stand in the corner and wait for me." Mama instructed, giving Little Mandy a sharp spank to her bottom.
"Ow! Yes, Mama." Amanda scurried off to do as she was told.
Olivia sighed as she spent some time trying to get Erica clean. She took the doll's clothes off and tossed them into the laundry along with Amanda's clothes. Luckily the doll had other clothes she could wear. Olivia was able to successfully get the red stains off of Erica's plastic body without causing damage to Erica's paint job, but ended up having to cut off about an inch of the doll's long dark hair. Then she went into her bedroom and stripped her ruined comforter and pillow cases from the bed. She would try to get the stains out in the washing machine, but she wasn't sure if they were going to come out successfully. With all of that accomplished, Olivia went to the kitchen to retrieve the wooden spoon from the drawer. Little Mandy was hardly ever spanked with implements, but it wasn't unheard of.
Amanda went to her room and dressed in a fresh diaper and clean clothes, although she wasn't sure why she bothered putting on pants or a diaper. Being sent to the corner always meant that a spanking was coming. She stood in the corner with her hands on her head, crying and feeling like a very naughty little girl. Little Mandy never meant any harm when she got into mischief, she just didn't think about the consequences her naughty bottom was going to pay until it was too late and then Mama had to put the little one over her knee and remind her how to be a good girl.
"Come here, Mandy Grace." Olivia walked into the room and sat down on the bed.
Sniffling, Amanda turned from the corner and walked over to where Mama sat. Her deep blue eyes grew wide when she saw the wooden spoon in Mama's hand.
"Mama, no spoon!" Amanda cried harder.
"I'm sorry, little girl, but yes, you're getting ten spanks with the spoon after your spanking with Mama's hand. Do you remember last weekend when we played with Mama's nail polish?" Olivia set the spoon aside for the moment.
"Yeah. It was fun." Amanda whimpered.
"It was fun, you're right. I don't mind letting you play with my nail polish or my makeup sometimes, I know how much you like it. But what are Mama's rules about using my nail polish or my makeup?"
"Not without your permission and not without your supervision." Amanda recited the rules, having no choice but to reluctantly admit that she understood the rules and that she had broken them.
"I don't give you rules just to hear myself talk, young lady. First of all, taking things without permission is stealing. You always need to ask Mama first before you use anything that belongs to me. And second, the whole reason Mama made the rule about not using my things without supervision is to avoid a mess like the one today. I got Erica clean for you, but I might have to replace my comforter and pillow cases, and if I do, those are going to come out of 'big girl' Amanda's paycheck." Olivia lectured sternly.
"I'm sorry, Mama. I was being so careful and I thought you would tell me how nice my nails looked." Amanda's lower lip trembled.
"It doesn't matter if I thought it looked nice. Taking Mama's things without permission is never okay. If you had asked Mama if I would paint your nails, I certainly would have, but I would have made sure that we put down lots of paper towels like we did last weekend. It's just like when you paint with your watercolors and Mama makes sure to put down newspaper on the table. That way if an accident does happen and something spills, it's much easier to clean up."
"I didn't mean to be bad, Mama. Do you still love me?" Amanda whimpered.
"Of course I still love you, darling. You are not bad, you are Mama's good girl who made a wrong decision today. Come here."
Olivia pulled down Amanda's pants and diaper and bent the naughty little girl over her lap. Amanda had rocks in her stomach as she felt Mama's right hand resting on her bottom; the final few seconds before a spanking began were always the worst. Yet the feeling of Mama's left hand holding her around her waist, keeping her firmly in place over Mama's lap was strangely comforting. Mama's hand left her bottom and Amanda squeezed her eyes closed in anticipation of the familiar sting she knew was coming.
When Little Mandy's bottom was the same color as Mama's nail polish and the little girl was lying limp across her lap sobbing brokenly, Olivia picked up the wooden spoon.
"Mama, no spoon! No spoon!" Amanda cried out again.
"We're almost done, sweetheart, I promise. Only ten more spanks then Mama will hold you." Olivia promised kindly.
Amanda howled as the wooden spoon landed sharply on her tender sit-spots ten times, then Mama threw the spoon down as if it had burned her and scooped her sobbing baby into her arms.
"Mama, no more!" Little Mandy sobbed, clinging to Mama for dear life.
"It's all over, princess. No more spanking for my sweet Mandy. There, there." Olivia cooed, cuddling Amanda close to her heart.
Amanda sobbed in Mama's arms for a long while until she slowly began to calm as Mama rocked and cuddled her.
"Mama, that was the worst one ever!" Amanda whimpered.
"I know that was a very hard spanking, baby love. Mama is so proud of you for being so brave." Olivia cooed, tenderly rubbing Amanda's bottom to soothe the pain.
Mama helped Amanda up, gently rubbed her bottom with arnica, and gently helped her back into her diaper and pants. After one final hug and kiss, Amanda began to search through her doll clothes to find a new outfit for Erica to wear and re-dressed her doll.
"Mama, Erica likes her new haircut. You should be a hair cutter person." Amanda stated innocently.
"I think Mama will stick to arresting bad guys, but I'm glad Erica approves of Mama's skills." Olivia smiled, getting down on the floor to play with Amanda and her dolls.