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Subject: {ASSM} Attitude Adjustment (M/F spank nosex) DAL and SamPast
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Attitude Adjustment:
A Spanking Vignette
By Don A. Landhill and Sampast
Copyright (c) 2002, All rights reserved.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, except that 
permission is granted to electronically copy this story to internet 
newsgroups and their archives, provided it remains 
intact, including title, byline, copyright notice, disclaimer and 
warning. Any other reposting or copying requires permission from 
the authors, including posting on a web site. Contact the authors at
<dlandhill@aol.com> or <Sampast@aol.com>

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  All characters are the 
product of the author's imagination, with no reference to any real 
person, living or dead. Any similarity to any such person is 
purely coincidental. The author may not be assumed to advocate 
any or all of the acts described herein in real life.

Warning: This story deals with Adult themes, including 
spanking.  If you are a minor, or are likely to be 
offended by such themes, please read no further.

                       *****

     She is sitting at her desk.  I am sitting at mine.  I watch her
from across the
room as she works.  I notice she starts playing with her pencil.  She
looks off into space.
I remind her that she can finish her work in a timely fashion, or face
the consequences of
it being undone; the choice is hers.
     
     She laughs, and says, "You are so funny.  I was going to say you
were so fucking
funny, but then you might wash my mouth out with soap."
     
     "Indeed, that is what happens to young ladies who can't remember
not to curse.
Perhaps a brief reminder is in order, I tell her.
     
     She looks at me as though I cannot be serious.  I stand up and
head toward the
bathroom.  I point my finger and she follows me.  She takes her
position on the closed toilet lid.  I
fetch a bar of hotel soap from the cabinet, and wet it down at the
tap. "Now open up," I tell her.  I
swipe the soap over her tongue two or three times briefly.
     
     "Now let that be a lesson to you, Missy, or next time it will be
a *real* mouth soaping."
     
     "Hmmmmph!" she snorts at me.
     
     "Watch that attitude, young lady!"
     
     "I'm watching, I'm watching.  Geeez!"
     
     "You still sound a bit sassy to me, young lady.  Now go back to
your desk, sit yourself
right down, and write 'I promise to always be polite to others' ten
times.  Carefully and neatly. And
there will be no more backtalk from you, or you will be in real
trouble, young lady."
     
     She mumbles under her breath, "stupid lines" but I can hear her.
She takes out
several crayons from her desk and writes her assigned sentence ten
times but purposely does it
in a sloppy fashion, as a little kid would do it.  Then she flings it
on my desk.
     
     "Here!  Sir!" she says facetiously. "Hmmph! Lines!" she snorts
under her breath again.
I can see that she has a bad case of attitude today, and that I have
been too easy on her.
     
     "Young lady, I said 'Neatly'! Is this what you call neat?  And
flinging things around is
hardly the best way to show me that your attitude has improved." I
turn her around and {swat}
give her one crisp smack to her rear.
     
     "Now sit back down and do your lines over, *properly*, in ink,
neatly.  Do them twenty
times this time. And if there is any more attitude or misbehavior out
of you, you will be getting a
real spanking, not just one swat. Do I make myself clear?"
     
     "Owwww, fine!"  She sits down at her desk and neatly does her
lines.  When she's
done, she puts them on my desk.  I smile at her because she has done
what I asked and did not
hmmph or act up in any way. Maybe she has learned her lesson for now,
I think.
     
     "Good girl," I say, "now run along and behave." 
     
     She turns to go into her room and out of the corner of her eye
she sees the freshly
made bed.  Always feeling like a little kid, she goes in and climbs
up, looks around to make sure
no one is watching, and just jumps and jumps and jumps.... "Wow, this
is great fun!", she thinks.
     
     I come along and see her jumping. "Young lady! You know much
better than that.
Stop that at once!" 
     
     She stops and climbs down from the bed. She stands still, eyes
downcast.
     
     I scold her, "Well if you are going to act like a little girl, I
will punish you like one. Come
here!" 
     
     I sit and take her over my lap. I lift her skirt and lower her
panties. I give her a good,
hard, hand-spanking. {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} 
     "You will not {Smack!} {Smack!} jump on the bed  {Smack!}
{Smack!} young lady.
{Smack!} {Smack!} You will treat the furniture  {Smack!} and our other
things  {Smack!} properly
{Smack!} You will behave  {Smack!} in a manner  {Smack!} appropriate 
{Smack!} to your age
{Smack!} {Smack!}. Is that clear  {Smack!} young lady? {Smack!}
{Smack!}"
     I stop scolding her but continue the spanking until I think she
has learned her lesson.
     {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} 
     
     She cries out and tries to reach back to rub, but I push her hand
out of the way.
Eventually I am done. I stand her up, and tuck her skirt into her
waist so her bare spanked bottom
is on display.  I point her at the corner of her room.  "You stand
right there, nose right in the
corner for at least half an hour, Missy, hands on head, no rubbing,
and no talking.  Then we'll see
if you are ready to behave yourself." 
     
     She stomps over to the corner and goes "Hmmmph" a half-dozen
times, and stares at
the wall.  "I HATE THIS!" she shouts to no one in particular.  And she
kicks the wall!  "This sucks!"
she calls out.  Then she reaches her hand back to rub her bottom.
     
     "How dare you!" I shout.  "Young lady, get yourself over here,
right now!"
     
     She comes out of the corner and stands in front of me.
     
     "I told you to stand still, be quiet, and keep your hands on your
head. You saw fit to
yell, curse, kick, and rub. That is direct disobedience and defiance. 
Clearly a hand-spanking is
not enough to get through to you." 
     
     I pull up a chair with a ladder-back. "Bend over that chair, with
your hands on the seat,
and *your* seat up in the air," I tell her.  I pick up the 18-inch
wooden ruler, and start to paddle her
bare bottom with it. Each whack is fairly hard, although I am not
spanking at full force. {Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
     
     She cries hysterically from the first whack on. 
     
     {Whack!} "You will not {Whack!} disobey me, {Whack!} young lady!
{Whack!} {Whack!}
When I send you to the corner, {Whack!} you will behave! {Whack!}
{Whack!} You will not
{Whack!} talk, {Whack!} yell, {Whack!} or curse! {Whack!} You will not
{Whack!} kick the walls.
{Whack!} You will not {Whack!} rub your bottom! {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!} You will stand
{Whack!} quietly, {Whack!} hands on your head, {Whack!} until you are
given permission {Whack!}
to move. {Whack!}{Whack!} Is that clear, {Whack!} Missy?" {Whack!}
{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}
{Whack!}
     
     "Yes, sir, crystal clear," she manages to say through her tears.
     
     I stop the paddling. "Now what do you have to say for yourself?"
I ask her sharply.
     
     "Owwww, owwwwieee, that hurts, Owwwww, I'm sorry, I'm sorrry,
I'll be good, I
promise.  I won't be disrespectful anymore."  She sobs and sniffles
and begs for forgiveness.
     "Well, I'm glad to hear that.  Now, I think you have a proper
mouth washing coming,
and then it's back to the corner. If you can stand still and quiet and
behave for 45 minutes, you
will be out of trouble. But first you are due for a proper mouth wash,
since you have resorted to
bad language a second time today, and after I warned you once." 
     
     "Yes, sir," she responds meekly.  I lead her to the bathroom. She
follows me slowly.  I
point and she sits down on the toilet lid and waits for instructions.
     
     I lather up a washcloth and tell her to open up. I scrub down her
mouth, particularly
her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Then I get the wet bar of soap,
and tell her to bite down on
it and hold it in her mouth.
     
     I wait several minutes before I tell her that she may take out
the soap and rinse.  I limit
her to a single rinse, and wait to hear what she has to say, if
anything, before ordering her back to
the corner to start her corner time over, with an extra 15 minutes
added to her sentence, for a
total of three-quarters of an hour.
     
     After she rinses, she looks up at me.  She says, "I'm very sorry,
sir.  I won't be so
disrespectful again.  I guess having a bad day is no excuse, huh?"
     
     "Not for the way you have been acting, young lady. You know much
better.  I do try to
cut you a little slack when you need it, but there are limits, as you
know perfectly well.  Now back
to the corner, and if you can behave yourself there, perhaps we can be
done with this incident.
You have an extra quarter-hour since this is your second try."
     
     She walks over to the corner and stands there quietly, waiting
for me to say
something. I watch her carefully to see if she will stand quietly and
properly. She does. I let her
serve the full time I have sentenced her to -- though her acceptance
tempts me to let her off a bit
early.  
     
     After the 45 minutes are over I say, "Very well, you took that
much better. Are you
ready to come out of the corner and behave yourself properly from now
on? Have you fully
learned your lesson, and got rid of your sassy attitude?"
     
     She thinks a minute, obviously she is being careful in what she
says:   "I think so, sir."
     
     "I'm glad to hear it.  Now I hope you'll behave yourself.  But be
warned, if there is any
more sassiness or bad behavior today, I will get out the paddle.  But
first...come right here to get
what you have coming."
     
     She runs over to me with her arms open wide.  I hug her tight and
hold her close and
let her know that all is forgiven.  After the hug, I am quite sure
that I have carried out a successful
attitude adjustment -- at least for today.
     
     The End. 
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