Hey guys. Going to try my first spanking story so I hope I do ok. This is something I have not done before. In this one, little Amanda is punished for getting into mama's make up with out permission. Reviews encourage me to keep writing so let me know how I do. If need be, I can make this series about her regressing to just deal with the trauma and leave out the spankings. It's all up to you guys.
Little Amanda sat up in bed and looked around the room. After having a particularly bad flashback earlier in the day she had wanted to sleep in mama's bed, being comforted by the smell of Olivia on the sheets and pillows. Taking a nap quickly went out the window however when the little one saw mamas make up bag.
With a giggle, she quietly crawled out of bed and began glancing into the bag, smiling when she found what she was looking for. Maybe if she was super careful, mama would be happy she could do it by herself. The brunette finished the file she was working on and frowned curiously when she realized it had been almost an hour since she had heard from her sweet baby girl.
Entering her bedroom Olivia stopped at the sight in front of her, expecting to see her sweet baby napping like a good girl. Little Amanda was sitting on the floor, mama's cosmetic bag next to her and make up stains staining not only little Amanda's shirt but the carpet as well.
"Amanda marie Rollins, what in the world is going on in here?" Mama questioned and little Amanda looked up, suddenly realizing she was in very hot water and her lip began to tremble, knowing she was going to have a very sore bottom.
"I'm sorry mama. I couldn't sleep and then I got bored." Little Amanda said sadly, glancing around at the mess she had made for the first time and beginning to cry.
"First off, young lady, if you can't sleep you come to me and second, you have all the toys you could want in your room to play with." You know better than this, Manda." Mama scolded sternly.
"I wanted to look pretty." Little Amanda whimpered and Olivia sighed, hating what she had to do next. "Ok, into a bath with you and then we will talk about what happened today." Mama said as she lead little Amanda into the bathroom. After getting the little one out of the bath, she dried little Amanda off with a nice, soft towel. "Go pick out some new clothes and wait for me in the bedroom." Mama said, delivering a hard spank to little Amanda's bottom. "ow, yes mam, mama." Little Amanda said quickly and hurried off to do what she was told, turning in the doorway before exiting the room and looking at mama for a long time, terrified of being rejected and abandoned.
"Will you still love me, mama?" "Oh, my sweet girl. I will always love you, no matter what." Olivia cooed, resisting the urge she had to just forgo Amanda's punishment but she new that would be defeating the purpose of teaching her sweet baby the difference between discipline and abuse. "Promise?" "I promise, my angel. Now, go to the corner and wait for me."
Entering the room a few minutes later, Olivia sat down on the bed. "Come here, Amanda Marie."
With tears in her eyes, little Amanda walked over to wear Olivia sat and crawled into her lap. "Do you remember when I put my make up on you a few weeks ago?" Mama inquired and little Amanda nodded, remembering the fond memory. "It was fun." "Yes, angel it was, but what is mama's rule?"
"Don't play with your stuff without your being with me or asking you." Little Amanda whispered, having no choice but to answer. "That's right.
I never mind when you play with my makeup. I know you enjoy that very much, but there are things we have to do to insure things like what happened today do not happen. It's like when you draw, you draw on paper. I don't give you rules just because, young lady. When I give you rules I expect you to follow them. Do you understand?"
by this point, little Amanda was sobbing hysterically, convinced mama would beat her and lock her in the closet like big girl Amanda's parents or the bad man did.
"Ye-yes, mama." Little Amanda sobbed before regaining her composure but bursting into hysterics once again at the sight of the wooden spoon.
"No spoon, mama." "Yes, young lady. I'm afraid you will be receiving 10 swats with the spoon today." After it is over though I will hold you and it will be all forgiven."
"N-no closet?" "No closet, my angel. You are my good girl and that will never change. "You were not bad. You are a very good girl who just made a wrong choice today, and because I love you, so much,it is my responsibility to teach you right from wrong."" Olivia said tenderly, rocking the frightened little one in her arms and pressing a soft kiss to Amanda's head.
After a few minutes, Olivia took a deep breath. "Ok, my love, lets get this over with." Placing Amanda over her lap, Olivia began to punish Amanda's naughty bottom,trying to block out her cries. "N-no more, mama." Amanda wailed, resisting the urge she had to reach back, knowing that would not do her bottom any favors. "It's almost over, baby. You're being so brave."
Once Amanda was lying limply across Olivia's lap, she immediately threw the wooden spoon aside and lifted her baby into her arms, patting her bottom to comfort her.
"Shhh, baby. It's over now, it's over. That's my good girl." Olivia cooed, cradling the little one close and reaching for the bottle of arnica. "I'm sorry, mama." Little Amanda sobbed, gripping Olivia's shirt and sobbing into her neck, a thumb slowly going into her mouth and Olivia gently removed it. "Oh, I know you're sorry. It's all over and you're already forgiven." Olivia said and the little one slowly began to calm.
"Are you tired, sweetheart?" "Uh-huh. Paci please." "Good girl." Olivia said lovingly, placing the pacifier in Amanda's mouth and she sighed, sucking contentedly and cuddling deeper into her mama's arms before drifting off to sleep.