p class="MsoNormal"Della emptied the contents of the clothes dryer into a basket. She shook her head as she noted that one of her and Perry's twins had once again left all of their blouses inside-out. She reached in for a skirt, when she noticed a slip of paper fall to the ground. Setting the skirt in the basket, she reached down and picked up the paper. Though faded from the wash cycle, she could still make out its contents without much difficulty. Enraged, she looked once more at the skirt from which the paper fell, and was stunned to realize it belonged to her daughter Maureen./p
p class="MsoNormal""Maureen Annette Mason, come here this instant!" Della commanded. Nearly immediately her daughter appeared before her, her brown eyes large with worry. "Yes mother?" she asked hesitantly. "How do you explain this?" Della inquired, thrusting the piece of paper into her daughter's hand. Maureen studied the paper for a moment, then said "it looks like a speeding ticket." Della set her daughter with a steely gaze. "That's right, young lady and it fell from the pocket of YOUR skirt." Maureen glanced over at the laundry basket and seeing her skirt lying on top, she said "but I wasn't – " then stopped, thinking better of her defense. "Weren't what, young lady?" asked Della, dangerously. Maureen hung her head. "Nothing, mother. I'm sorry." "You will be" said Della, teeth gritted as she took Maureen by the arm and firmly guided her into the kitchen. Reaching into a drawer, Della pulled out a pair of kitchen shears. "I want you to go out, cut three good switches, and then meet me upstairs in your room. Make sure they are substantial and won't break on impact." Maureen blanched at the thought of that impact, but obediently took the shears from her mother and headed outside. Once she had selected three terrifyingly stingy switches, she trudged back inside up the stairs to her room./p
p class="MsoNormal"Della was already waiting for her daughter. Hand outstretched, she received the three switches her daughter had cut. After inspecting them for a moment, she deemed them satisfactory, and turned to her daughter. "Young lady I am very disappointed in your behaviour. I expect so much better from you. Now come here and lay across the bed." Tears stinging her eyes, Maureen did as she was bid. She tensed as she felt her mother raise her skirt and remove her underwear. This was not going to be a light spanking, determined Maureen. Maureen flinched as she heard the first switch whip through the air as her mother tested it. Before she could react, the switch whipped down on her bare backside with a satisfying THWACK./p
p class="MsoNormal"Sobbing right from the beginning, Della scolded. "Young lady how could you have taken your father's car without permission? And more importantly, without a driving license?" "I'M SO SORRY!" sobbed Maureen, ten or twelve angry red stripes crossing her behind. THWACK, THWACK THWACK. "Sorry doesn't cut it! Do you know what my parents would have done if I pulled a stunt like this?" Maureen didn't answer, too absorbed in her tears. Della continued "my father would have dragged me out to the shed and whipped me absolutely raw!" Maureen just sobbed in response. Della did not show any signs of slowing down. "As soon as I am through here, we are going to the police station so you can apologize to the nice officer who let you get off with just a ticket." Maureen's eyes widened with fear. "No mother please!" begged Maureen, "couldn't I just write him a letter of apology?" THWACK CRACK! Della brought the switch severely down on each of her daughter's thighs. Maureen howled and steeled herself not to reach back. "You, young lady, are not in a position to argue" said Della. "No, no ma'am you're right! I'll be obedient! I'll do whatever you say!" Della, sensing real remorse determined her daughter had been spanked almost enough. After ten solid THWACKS to the backs of her thighs, Della set down the switch. She sat on the bed next to her distraught daughter and rubbed her heaving back. Realizing her spanking had ended, Maureen raised her tear-streaked face from the bed. "Please don't tell daddy" she begged, knowing that if her father knew she had broken a law he would take his belt to her already punished bottom. "Now you know I don't keep secrets from your father young lady. I will however tell him how well you took such a severe punishment. Now go ahead and get up and dressed, we are heading down to the police station." Tears still streaming down her face, Maureen pushed herself from the bed and gingerly pulled her panties up over her well-punished bottom. Della pulled her daughter into a hug, before putting her arm around her and walking downstairs to the garage./p
p class="MsoNormal"The ride to the station was agony for Maureen. The road there was bumpy as could be. However, she did not complain which her mother noted with a bit of pride. Once there, Della noticed Maureen seemed nervous, but she quickly wrote it off assuming her daughter was ashamed to be in such a predicament. Della and Maureen went inside where Della kindly asked the desk sergeant to speak to the officer who had signed the ticket. Almost immediately they were introduced to an officer Sanders. Della introduced herself and Maureen, then handed officer Sanders the ticket. "My daughter would like to apologize for speeding, and to thank you for not being severe with her in consequence." Della nudged Maureen forward. As Maureen began to apologize, the officer spoke out. "Ma'am I remember this ticket, and this young lady was not the girl who received it." Maureen looked away, realizing her mother was beginning to put the pieces together. A lightbulb went off in Della's head. "Maureen, did you let your sister borrow your skirt the other day?" Not wanting to answer, Maureen studied the tops of her shoes intently. Losing patience, Della demanded "Maureen Annette Mason I want an answer and I want it now!" Not wanting to be in any more trouble, Maureen looked up, fresh tears in her eyes. "Yes mother, Abbie borrowed my skirt." Della, realizing what had just taken place, thanked the officer and steered her daughter out of the station. Once at the car, Della grabbed her penitent daughter by the shoulders and held her at arm's length. "Young lady I don't know whether to turn you across my knee or pull you into a hug." Thankfully, for Maureen, her mother chose the latter. Holding her tight and stroking her hair, Della gently scolded "Young lady, how could you lie to me? That certainly wasn't an easy punishment. I can't believe you took a switching for your sister." Maureen pulled back slightly and addressed her mother. "I just didn't want Abbie to be in trouble. I knew you would be mad, so I decided not to tell on her." Della just shook her head, smiling slightly. "Darling I am so sorry I punished you for something you didn't do. Next time, I expect the truth from you, do you understand me?" Casting her eyes downward, Maureen spoke up. "Yes ma'am, I understand." "Good girl" smiled Della guiding her daughter into the car. "Now let's head home. I have a licenseless driver to deal with."/p
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p class="MsoNormal"FIN CHAPTER 1/p
p class="MsoNormal""Maureen Annette Mason, come here this instant!" Della commanded. Nearly immediately her daughter appeared before her, her brown eyes large with worry. "Yes mother?" she asked hesitantly. "How do you explain this?" Della inquired, thrusting the piece of paper into her daughter's hand. Maureen studied the paper for a moment, then said "it looks like a speeding ticket." Della set her daughter with a steely gaze. "That's right, young lady and it fell from the pocket of YOUR skirt." Maureen glanced over at the laundry basket and seeing her skirt lying on top, she said "but I wasn't – " then stopped, thinking better of her defense. "Weren't what, young lady?" asked Della, dangerously. Maureen hung her head. "Nothing, mother. I'm sorry." "You will be" said Della, teeth gritted as she took Maureen by the arm and firmly guided her into the kitchen. Reaching into a drawer, Della pulled out a pair of kitchen shears. "I want you to go out, cut three good switches, and then meet me upstairs in your room. Make sure they are substantial and won't break on impact." Maureen blanched at the thought of that impact, but obediently took the shears from her mother and headed outside. Once she had selected three terrifyingly stingy switches, she trudged back inside up the stairs to her room./p
p class="MsoNormal"Della was already waiting for her daughter. Hand outstretched, she received the three switches her daughter had cut. After inspecting them for a moment, she deemed them satisfactory, and turned to her daughter. "Young lady I am very disappointed in your behaviour. I expect so much better from you. Now come here and lay across the bed." Tears stinging her eyes, Maureen did as she was bid. She tensed as she felt her mother raise her skirt and remove her underwear. This was not going to be a light spanking, determined Maureen. Maureen flinched as she heard the first switch whip through the air as her mother tested it. Before she could react, the switch whipped down on her bare backside with a satisfying THWACK./p
p class="MsoNormal"Sobbing right from the beginning, Della scolded. "Young lady how could you have taken your father's car without permission? And more importantly, without a driving license?" "I'M SO SORRY!" sobbed Maureen, ten or twelve angry red stripes crossing her behind. THWACK, THWACK THWACK. "Sorry doesn't cut it! Do you know what my parents would have done if I pulled a stunt like this?" Maureen didn't answer, too absorbed in her tears. Della continued "my father would have dragged me out to the shed and whipped me absolutely raw!" Maureen just sobbed in response. Della did not show any signs of slowing down. "As soon as I am through here, we are going to the police station so you can apologize to the nice officer who let you get off with just a ticket." Maureen's eyes widened with fear. "No mother please!" begged Maureen, "couldn't I just write him a letter of apology?" THWACK CRACK! Della brought the switch severely down on each of her daughter's thighs. Maureen howled and steeled herself not to reach back. "You, young lady, are not in a position to argue" said Della. "No, no ma'am you're right! I'll be obedient! I'll do whatever you say!" Della, sensing real remorse determined her daughter had been spanked almost enough. After ten solid THWACKS to the backs of her thighs, Della set down the switch. She sat on the bed next to her distraught daughter and rubbed her heaving back. Realizing her spanking had ended, Maureen raised her tear-streaked face from the bed. "Please don't tell daddy" she begged, knowing that if her father knew she had broken a law he would take his belt to her already punished bottom. "Now you know I don't keep secrets from your father young lady. I will however tell him how well you took such a severe punishment. Now go ahead and get up and dressed, we are heading down to the police station." Tears still streaming down her face, Maureen pushed herself from the bed and gingerly pulled her panties up over her well-punished bottom. Della pulled her daughter into a hug, before putting her arm around her and walking downstairs to the garage./p
p class="MsoNormal"The ride to the station was agony for Maureen. The road there was bumpy as could be. However, she did not complain which her mother noted with a bit of pride. Once there, Della noticed Maureen seemed nervous, but she quickly wrote it off assuming her daughter was ashamed to be in such a predicament. Della and Maureen went inside where Della kindly asked the desk sergeant to speak to the officer who had signed the ticket. Almost immediately they were introduced to an officer Sanders. Della introduced herself and Maureen, then handed officer Sanders the ticket. "My daughter would like to apologize for speeding, and to thank you for not being severe with her in consequence." Della nudged Maureen forward. As Maureen began to apologize, the officer spoke out. "Ma'am I remember this ticket, and this young lady was not the girl who received it." Maureen looked away, realizing her mother was beginning to put the pieces together. A lightbulb went off in Della's head. "Maureen, did you let your sister borrow your skirt the other day?" Not wanting to answer, Maureen studied the tops of her shoes intently. Losing patience, Della demanded "Maureen Annette Mason I want an answer and I want it now!" Not wanting to be in any more trouble, Maureen looked up, fresh tears in her eyes. "Yes mother, Abbie borrowed my skirt." Della, realizing what had just taken place, thanked the officer and steered her daughter out of the station. Once at the car, Della grabbed her penitent daughter by the shoulders and held her at arm's length. "Young lady I don't know whether to turn you across my knee or pull you into a hug." Thankfully, for Maureen, her mother chose the latter. Holding her tight and stroking her hair, Della gently scolded "Young lady, how could you lie to me? That certainly wasn't an easy punishment. I can't believe you took a switching for your sister." Maureen pulled back slightly and addressed her mother. "I just didn't want Abbie to be in trouble. I knew you would be mad, so I decided not to tell on her." Della just shook her head, smiling slightly. "Darling I am so sorry I punished you for something you didn't do. Next time, I expect the truth from you, do you understand me?" Casting her eyes downward, Maureen spoke up. "Yes ma'am, I understand." "Good girl" smiled Della guiding her daughter into the car. "Now let's head home. I have a licenseless driver to deal with."/p
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p class="MsoNormal"FIN CHAPTER 1/p
