SSC   Grounded   Child

'Where have you been?' I snapped.

They had both been grounded for the weekend, but with
Jane and me out shopping they had obviously gone out.

'Sorry, but...' Peter trailed off when he saw the look
on my face.

'Sorry?  You will be. Both of you, go and have a bath.
 You have fifteen minutes to be back down.  Don't
bother getting dressed.  Just drape your towels around
you.'

John and Peter knew what they were in for now.

Jane and I waited in the lounge, sitting on high
backed dining chairs.  At least I could rely on my
daughter

John and Peter were back down in good time, clutching
their towels. I pointed to the floor in front of us,
and they stood there.

'Hands above your heads' I ordered.  The towels fell
to the floor. They were now naked in front of us both.

'Explain' I snapped.

Peter spoke. 'I know we are grounded, but it was so
boring here.  Alan telephoned and asked us to the park
for a game of football.  We were only going to be a
minute.  Then we lost track of the time.  Sorry.'

'Sorry?  Sorry?  And that's it is it?  Let's just
forget it. Is that it?  No, sorry and it won't happen
again? No, sorry and I know we have been very naughty.
No, sorry and I will do everything you say in future.
No, sorry and I deserve a spanking?

They both stood very still.  

I was ready to explode.  'John, I presume you agree
with everything that's been said on your behalf?' I
asked sarcastically

'Yes Mother.  Sorry Mother.'

'Come over here then.'

John walked over to me.  I turned him to one side,
holding his left arm, and swung my right hand with all
my force, hitting first the back of his left leg, and
then his right leg. John's lip started to tremble.  I
then turned him to face me.

'You do not misbehave.  You do exactly as I say.  Do
you understand?' I snapped.

'Yes Mother, I will. I am very sorry Mother.'

I calmed down a bit.  I felt my scolding had sunk in.

'Very well.  Now you are 10 you must be better
behaved. I am sure you are sorry, but that won't
prevent the spanking you have earned.'

I took his arm and guided him across my knee.  I
started to rub his bottom as a prelude.

I looked at Peter. 

'Take this hairbrush and go over to Jane. She will
discipline you today.'

'But she is only 17' he said.

'And you act as though you are 8, not 38.  Do as you
are told or else Jane will cane you as well. Now' I
ordered.

Looking distraught, my husband walked over to Jane.
She turned him to one side.  SMACK. SMACK. She hit him
very hard. 

Our daughter then put him across her knee for the
first time ever, and we soundly spanked both of them.