Once is not Enough

Vanessa was in trouble again. The brown haired, brown eyed girl was normally a very good girl. Got good grades, had several friends, just about never did anything wrong. Until this week that is. This week she had been very sassy, talking back, refusing to do chores even swearing a time or two, and her parents just couldn't figure it out. They'd tried grounding and removing of privileges, but lately the twelve year old had simply been a terror. She was pretty much ignoring her father's speech, she'd heard it everyday this week.

"You're mother and I have talked it over and we've decided you need a spanking." Vanessa's ears pricked up at this.

"A-a spanking?" she asked, trembling.

"Yes, a good spanking."

Vanessa was really trembling now, with fear, anxiety and... anticipation. She'd never before in her life been spanked. She'd heard about it from other kids at school, but she'd always wondered what it felt like. When she'd asked her best friend Beth, she'd been told it hurt, bad. But that wasn't enough, Vanessa wanted to know.

"Now come over here and bend over my knees."

Vanessa did as she was told and bent over her father's knees, she felt her dress go up and her panties whisk down and the next thing she knew there was a slapping sting on her fanny. She grunted a bit in pain but didn't cry out. The spanks came faster and harder and she began to cry out a bit and moan with each spank until she was sobbing uncontrollably. She'd tried counting the spanks, but had lost the count at ten.

"Now go up to your room and go to bed, you'll be grounded for all of next week too."

Now that Vanessa knew what it felt like she'd decided that that was quite enough, her curiosity was satisfied. She went upstairs and looked in the mirror, trying to assess the damage. Her bottom was quite red, but the pain was already fading, all in all not an experience she wanted to repeat. At least she didn't think so. There was something about her warm bottom that set off sparks between her legs and a tingly feeling in her stomach. That night, Vanessa fell asleep to blissful dreams.

~*~

Vanessa looked at the pictures of the small book and bit her lip in suppressed desire. The book she held was full of spanking art. All sorts of spankings, from children being disciplined, to lovers at play, to fantasy settings where a police officer paddled a litterer in the street. Her favorite pictures were of girls being spanked by a mommy or daddy, but she enjoyed them all.

The one and only time in all her life that she had been spanked, was at the age of twelve. Vanessa's curiosity on the subject of spanking had driven her to misbehave horribly until her parents finally decided that she needed a spanking. Her daddy had taken her over his knee, bared her little bottom and spanked her. That one session had been enough to cure her of the curiosity for nearly three months. Ever since then, Vanessa had secretly fantasized about spanking, giving and receiving.

Slowly the girl paged through the book looking at each detail of each picture, imagining what it would be like to be in those situations. Finally Vanessa reached the last page, the page that had given her the idea for tonight's activities. A girl, or young woman, lay on a bed, naked from the waist down. In her hand she held a small wooden paddle and the rosy hint to her bottom cheeks implied that she had been applying that paddle to her own bottom.

Four years. Four years since her daddy had pulled down her panties and spanked her bare bottom. Tonight Vanessa's parents were out at a formal dinner with some of mommy's friends and wouldn't be back until at least midnight. The house was empty but for her, and so tonight was a night for experiments. Vanessa hid the book in the shelves at the head of her bed and stood up approaching the full-length mirror in her room. She was a short girl, curvy but still not finished developing. She had breasts, but not as large as all the boys seemed to like. Also, she had what people called a 'heart shaped face' that could make her look younger than she was. Now, dressed in pajamas that were to big for her and with her hair in pigtails she looked very much like a girl half her age.

"Alright young lady," Vanessa told her reflection. "You've been a bad girl, and you're going to have to be spanked."

Quickly Vanessa tugged her pj bottoms down and they puddeled around her ankles, then she pulled her pink cotton panties down and stepped out of the discarded clothes. Walking over to the bed, Vanessa lay herself down upon it and took hold of the hairbrush she had set there earlier.

Vanessa took a deep breath then exhaled. She lifted the hairbrush as high behind herself as she could, then brought it down, hard. The hollow smacking sound filled the room and Vanessa clenched her bottom. Raising the brush again Vanessa spanked herself again and again and again. Only four smacks and already her arm was tiring. So far the spanking hadn't hurt much, just stung a little. Stiffening her resolve, Vanessa brought her hairbrush down on her bottom several times in rapid succession. Now it began to hurt a bit. Vanessa spanked herself until her arm was too tired to continue.

The next morning, Vanessa awoke to the singing of birds. Sitting up in bed she rotated her right shoulder and snorted wryly at the fact that her shoulder hurt more than her bottom. In fact her bottom felt quite normal. Standing up Vanessa examined her backside in the mirror. Absolutely no sign that she'd had her bottom paddled the evening before.

This is not working, the told herself, I've got to get someone to spank me. Not mommy or daddy certainly, they'd never think of spanking me at my age. Not Dave, all he wants to do is pinch my nipples. Hmm...

Quite suddenly, an idea popped into Vanessa's head. Digging into her closet she quickly found boxes of old stuff and silently thanked her mother for never throwing anything away. Inside the boxes were most of her old clothes that had survived all this time. Some of it, of course, was to small, but she still wore some shirts she'd gotten when she was younger and a lot of this stuff was packed away because it looked like something a child would wear.

Vanessa went through the clothes picking out several likely candidates. Shoving the boxes back into her closet, she looked at the clothes. After several moments she selected a white cotton shirt with blue flowers embroidered just below the collar, a somewhat stiff blue dress that went to her knees, white stockings that covered her legs to underneath the dress, and white panties with blue hearts on them.

After trying on the clothes, Vanessa discovered that although she was not much taller than she had been last time she fit into the clothes, she was still curvier. Sighing, she took the clothes off and took out her sewing kit. Vanessa wasn't the greatest sewer in the world, but she did know how and after about an hour of work she fit into the clothes just fine without it being obvious that they'd been altered. Finally, she braided her hair into pigtails and regarded herself in the mirror. She looked very much like a ten-year-old girl.

Sneaking to the hall, Vanessa listened for any sign that her parents were awake and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard none. Stuffing some regular clothes into a duffle bag and writing a vague note to her parents about going to the mall, Vanessa got into her car and drove to the nearby park. She was about to stop and get out but decided it would look odd for a girl who was apparently ten to get out of the driver's side of a car and with no adult. Parking about a block away, Vanessa then walked the short distance to the park. Glancing at her watch she noted that it was nine in the morning and there were only a few kids at the playground.

Vanessa approached cautiously, noting that there was only one parent there at the time, a mother reading a book. Good it won't look weird that I'm here alone. She was standing at the edge of the playground, trying to decide how to go about getting herself involved when a girl approached her. The girl was just shorter than Vanessa, probably about nine years old with blonde hair, blue eyes and pudgy cheeks. The girl was wearing a white shirt with a horse on it and green shorts.

"My name is Susan and I'm nine and a half years old," the girl introduced herself with a thumb jabbed at her own chest, "Who're you?"

Vanessa blinked, caught a bit off guard, then recovered herself enough to reply, "I'm Vanessa."

"You wanna come an' play?" asked Susan.

"Sure," answered Vanessa. She followed Susan to where the other kids were gathered and was introduced to Debbie a seven year old brunette, Erin a nine year old red head, and Nathan, a blonde who was seven and Susan's brother. As the five of them began to interact Vanessa instantly found that Susan was the Boss. She acted like a little queen dictating the games that were played and who got what part. Debbie was a rather submissive little girl and did what she was told without seeming to care about being bossed around. Nathan, as the only boy, often went off on his own little games when his sister's ideas were unappealing, but he came back quickly as it wasn't much fun to play alone. Erin on the other hand, chaffed at Susan's authority and openly rebelled on a few occasions causing little spats of name-calling that were pitched so that the mother at the edge of the playground couldn't hear. Despite this, the group stayed more or less together and Susan led them.

At first, Vanessa had considered challenging Susan's authority, after all she was several years older and should have no trouble intimidating the girl. However, she quickly decided against the idea and instead integrated herself into the group, Above Debbie yet below Erin and her antagonistic ways. On more than one occasion she felt like taking one of the two girls over her own knee for a spanking at the petty ways in which they were acting. However, she was here to act like a child and hopefully get spanked like one, not to take charge of a bunch of kids.

All things considered it was quite a bit of fun to play at the park. It'd been years since she had slid down a slide or swung on a swing set or gone across the monkey bars. When Vanessa realized that she'd been playing for an entire hour, she could only shake her head in amusement. It was not long after ten o'clock, when things started to get interesting.

Susan and Nathan had gotten into a rather loud argument about something, Vanessa wasn't sure what as she hadn't been paying attention, when suddenly the mother who'd been reading all this time, stood up and walked over. Susan and Nathan hadn't noticed her arrival and didn't until she grabbed each by the upper arm. Debbie, Erin and Vanessa were all standing by watching.

"Kids, what's this argument about?" the woman asked.

"She started it!" shouted Nathan, at the same time as Susan said, "He won't play right!"

"Enough." She didn't yell, but the statement produced silence from the kids immediately. "You know I won't tolerate misbehavior at the park, you two." She released their arms and smacked each of them on the bottom smartly. "Next time, it'll be a spanking."

Spanking. The word Vanessa had been hoping to hear, that she'd been certain she wouldn't hear. "Can she do that?" Vanessa whispered to Erin.

Erin nodded, "Yup, she's their mom. She's always watchin the park an' all the moms and dads said she can spank their kids if they're bad."

"Oh," replied Vanessa "Have either of you got spanked by her?"

Debbie shook her head, "Nope, Park mama's never spanked me." Debbie's declaration was rather proud. "Erin's gots spanked by her though."

"Shup, Debbie," responded Erin gruffly. Vanessa couldn't help but notice that the young red head was rubbing the seat of her jeans lightly.

"Park mama?" Vanessa asked.

"'S what we call Susan and Nathan's mom, 'cause when she's here, she's the mom," supplied Erin.

Susan arrived then and the four girls began another game, while Nathan was off pretending he was a fighter pilot on the swings.

While they played a game involving Susan as the teacher and the other girls as students, Vanessa thought about how to get a spanking. It came to her as she realized that Susan had asked her a question she was supposed to be answering.

"Young lady, are you listening to me?" Susan growled in an 'adult' voice.

"No," said Vanessa snottily.

Susan seemed a bit taken aback at first, then said "You need to stand in the corner, little girl."

"I'm not playing your stupid baby game," Vanessa said back. "Why do you get to be the teacher?" The argument had quickly escalated.

"It's not a baby game, you're just a brat!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

And Susan reached out and pushed Vanessa. Not very hard, not even enough to make Vanessa step back, but enough for the Park mama. Vanessa was just about to push back when the woman arrived and took each of them by the arm and led them over to her bench.

"Susan, I've already warned you once today about arguing," said the woman.

"I'm sorry, mama, but she..."

"No, 'buts', Susan, you've had your warning. And pushing young Vanessa, here... that was totally out of line young lady."

They had reached the bench and park mama sat down easily pulling the protesting Susan over her lap and lowering the green shorts and white panties leaving a pale butt wriggling on her lap.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

There was no lecture, and Park mama didn't look mean about the spanking, she just delivered.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Vanessa could hear the other kids playing, but she knew that it was just a façade, that they were really focused on the spanking.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Watching the girl get her spanking made Vanessa's stomach quiver with excitement. To be witnessing an actual spanking, and to be receiving one soon herself.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Twenty spanks on a bare bottom. Vanessa had been sure to count.

Park mama pulled Susan's panties and shorts back up then set the girl on the bench. "Now, you sit here in time out for ten minutes."

"Yes, m-mama," replied Susan though her tears.

"And you," Park mama was looking at Vanessa who felt a thrill of new excitement and apprehension, "You're not completely innocent here." Vanessa was turned around brusquely and felt two sharp swats land on her behind, then she was facing Park mama again. "You behave or you'll be getting the spanking next."

Vanessa went back to the group of kids feeling exhilarated and yet a bit disappointed. She hadn't gotten spanked. On the other hand, she'd just been told she'd get spanked if she misbehaved again, and that shouldn't be too much trouble really.

"How come you went and got Susan in trouble?" Debbie asked as soon as Vanessa had returned.

Excellent, thought Vanessa, an opening. "I didn't get her in trouble, she's bein a brat and so are you."

Debbie's lower lip protruded a bit in a pout, but before the younger girl could respond, Erin spoke up. "Hey, you shup, Vanessa, you're the new girl so you gotta be nice."

"I don gotta be nice to brats like you girls."

Erin looked angry enough to chew nails. "You the brat, Vanessa, and I'm tellin that you're bein mean." Erin started towards where Park mama was still sitting on her bench.

"No!" shouted Vanessa, and she grabbed at Erin.

Erin shouted something at Vanessa and the two were about to start shoving at each other when Park mama arrived. The two of them were hauled over to the bench where Susan was trying not to grin at them.

"You two are in big trouble, especially you, Vanessa."

"But she started it!" shouted Erin.

"Did not!"

"Quiet." And the two girls fell silent. "Erin, I've had enough of your always getting into fights, this is the second day in a row. Vanessa, you're new here but you'll quickly learn that I don't put up with this kind of non-sense."

Park mama had what could easily be describes as an 'ample lap,' and the two quickly found themselves draped over it. Vanessa heard Erin moan and felt her squirm as her shorts and panties were taken down. When Vanessa's own dress was pulled up she let out a small squeak and then squirmed much as Erin had when her panties were lowered.

Parka mama spanked them alternately, first Erin got five, then Vanessa got five, then Erin again, then Vanessa.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Erin began kicking and crying from the first spank, but Vanessa was determined not to. This is what she wanted after all.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Vanessa gritted her teeth and balled her fists.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

The red head kicked a lot while she was getting spanked and was already sobbing and offering promises to be good.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Vanessa's legs kicked without her prompting, but she still hadn't cried out.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Erin's kicking had died down and her protests were now just crying

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

This set felt a good deal harder than the last. Perhaps Park mama had determined that since Vanessa hadn't cried out, she wasn't being spanked hard enough. She could no longer help it, Vanessa began crying like a small child as her fanny was smacked.

Finally the woman stopped the spanking and replaced the girls' clothing and allowed them to stand. "Time out, ten minutes," she said. The girls sat on the grass next to the bench for ten minutes. Half way through their time out, Susan was allowed to back and play.

Vanessa couldn't help but feel excited and quite satisfied. She wasn't sure just how many she'd gotten, she stopped counting after five, but she'd actually gotten her bare bottom spanked. Ten minutes later, Erin and Vanessa were allowed to go back and play. Vanessa stayed for about half an hour more, having easily made peace with the other kids, but decided it was time to go home not too much longer thereafter.

Fishing her keys out of one of the pockets of her dress she got into her car and gingerly sat down in the seat. Her bottom was still sore. A few minutes later she was pulling into the driveway of her house and quickly slipped into the back seat in order to change into more suitable clothes before going inside. Her parents were in the living room watching a football game or something and she greeted them before quickly going up stairs.

Once in her room she neatly folded her 'kid's clothes' and secreted them away. She'd have to alter a few of the other outfits, after all she couldn't continue to show up at the park in the same clothes. Finally, Vanessa stood before her mirror, lowered her jeans and her normal white panties and examined her bottom. The skin was pink with a few red splotches and still stung. Vanessa smiled.