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| Mandy And The Thong Bathing Suit Incident |
Hi there! This is Mandy’s momma and I’ve come to tell you a story about my daughter. That girl is determined to give me a stroke! Why you ask? Well, have a seat and I will fill you in on the little minx’s behavior. She and I where going to the mall. We had to get her a new swimsuit. She’s growing so fast I can’t keep up with her! Mandy likes to pick out her own clothes. She thinks she is all grown up and can do as she pleases. Little does she realize I have the last say and as I always tell her “Have hairbrush-will travel”. Anyway she and I finally left for the mall after I made her change her clothes. That girl was madder then a wet hen in a rainstorm. I knew it was going to be a very long afternoon. She got in the car and immediately started to carry on about how everyone in the mall was going to make fun of her for dressing like a dork. I told her that she looked adorable. She made a face at me. I gave her my “death ray” look that took care of that or so I thought. Mandy likes to think all mother’s are blind, deaf and dumb. She turned her head and kept making faces. I said to her that is she wanted to get to the mall she best start acting like a young lady. She pouted for a bit and then just sat there. I started the car and off we went. About ten seconds into our ride Mandy turned on the radio so loud she nearly blew out my eardrums. I reached it over and made it lower. Of course, knowing Mandy as we do, she reached back over and made it loud all over again. I almost plowed into the car in front of me! I quickly reached over and turned it completely off. Mandy turned three shades of purple. I told her that being she can’t listen to the radio at normal volume, we just wouldn’t listen at all. Needless to say we had a very silent ride. By the time we parked and started walking to the mall entrance Mandy began giving her usual “ mall instructions”. Don’t walk too close to me. Don’t call me by my name and if she saw anyone she knew I was not to say “hi”. I sighed deeply as all mothers of pre-teens do and kept quite. I choose my battles wisely and this is one not worth fighting over. I knew soon enough I would be in the trenches of hell. The mall was very crowded and I wanted to get in and out as soon as possible. After out bathing suit adventure out family was going to a picnic and so we had no choice but to buy this suit. Mandy wanted wear her old one but it was too tight and half her bottom stuck out. She told me that this was the style. I told her there was no way my daughters bottom was going to stick out unless she was over my knee and I wanted to see that bottom. She looked at me like I had three heads and a tail. Once again Mandy was as quiet as a church mouse. We went to her favorite store and started to look at suits. This one was too babyish and that one was too weird. I decided to sit down and see what she picked out. Mandy picked out a suit that looked cute from that front. I knew That this would not as easy as this seemed. I asked her to try it on and she just glowed. After what seemed like an hour Mandy came out of the dressing room. I almost dropped dead on the spot. The suit had nothing to cover her rear end! I mean it! All this little suit had was a string that went straight up her bottom. I told her to run and not walk and get that thing off. She pouted and stamped her feet and started to yell. I told her that if she wanted the entire store to see what her rear end looked liked with my handprints on it then she should continue to stand there. She went back into the dressing room and took it off. Eventually we decided on a real pretty black suit. She seemed happy but something was up. Mandy mentioned she was hungry and so we went to the food court. I just happed to see my friend Ellie. We had our lunch together and really enjoyed meal. Ellie had told me during the meal that she needed a bit of help choosing a dress for a very important business presentation she was doing. Mandy asked me if she could walk around the mall while I went with Ellie. I had a nagging feeling that something was up Mandy’s sleeve but disregarded it because I am a worrywart. Mandy and I had walked back to the car and had a very lovely conversation all the way home. I should have known something was up. We got to our house and Lisa and I changed into out bathing suits. Mandy asked if she could change at the picnic. I told her she could because Mandy is very self-conscious about her body. We packed out things and off we went. My parents greeted us at the entrance of to the park. The girls where thrilled to see their grandparents. They all hugged and kissed and everybody was talking over everybody else. It was going to be a good day after all or so I thought. After everyone was settled most of our family got involved in different games. We all love horseshoes and we usually have a very rowdy game of them. Mandy sat like a bump on a log until she saw a boy she had never met before. All of a sudden she felt a strong urge to put on her new suit. By this time I was resting by the lake and starting to fall asleep. I must have been an hour or so later when I saw the back of a girl that looked very much like my daughter except for on small thing. Her entire bottom was bare except for a string that went right in between her bottom cheeks! My eyes bulged and I knew it was my daughter. I was fit to be tied! I had no idea how she got that suit but I darn well was going to find out. I quickly got up and ran after her. Mandy started to run too. She knew we would be “talking” and she wouldn’t be doing very much except looking at the ground. I caught up with her and grabbed her by her arm. By this time my parents and all our friends and family where watching us. At this moment I didn’t care if the lord himself where was watching. I was going to teach that girl a lesson! I happened to see a bench near by and dragged her over to it. I sat down and practically threw her over my lap. She fought and struggled like a wild cat! I raised my hand and brought it down on her bare little bottom with a shot that must have rung out like a church bell. I spanked every square inch of that child’s bottom. I always spank my girls so that they knew darn good and well that I would not tolerate their behavior now or in the future. My mother happened to over in the midst of the spanking and asked me why I was spanking her. I explained very briefly what had happened. My mother walked a away for a moment and came back with my hairbrush. Mandy saw it and let out a yell and a wail. She knew that the hairbrush spanking was only for very serious offenses. I let that hairbrush do its own little dance up and down that girls bottom. I scolded her then entire time and told her a sneak and a liar are not welcome in my home. I went on to say that if she chose this route we would have ourselves a very serious problem. By this time Mandy was crying and begging and acting like the little girl she is. I gave her five more really hard whacks very low on her bottom. I wanted this lesson to stick. After the last spank was applied, Mandy flew off my lap and ran into the Ladies Changing Area. I knew she was mortified that I spanked her in public. I was glad because I wanted her to feel the same shame and humiliation I felt. Her face was just about as red as her bottom. I knew she would not be sitting down at dinnertime tonight. I let her be alone for a bit and then I went to comfort her. The transgression was punished for and now it was time for forgiveness. I walked into the changing area and saw her crying her eyes out. She came to me and buried her head in my shoulder. I hugged her to me and waited until the crying slowed. I told her we needed to talk for a moment. She gasped and must have thought I was going to spank her again. I assured her I was not and that we needed to discuss what had happened. Mandy relaxed and started to talk. I watched her rub her bottom and I began to laugh. I remembered so many times doing this very same thing after my mother had spanked me. Mandy thought I was laughing at her. I reassured her I was laughing at my own memories of rubbing my own bottom after I was spanked. Then she told me the story. After Ellie and I had gone to look at the dresses, Mandy decided to return the bathing suit and get the one she really wanted. It seemed so much more grown up. She told me that it really was a dumb idea and I gave her a hug to reinforce my love for her. She promised me she would never do this again but knowing my Mandy I knew this would not be the last silly decision she would make. After all, we are all human and do things we should not. When our talk was through I found her a pair of shorts and ever so gently she pulled them up. I saw the look of pain on her face but I had to ignore it. She needed to learn that sometimes, bad decisions can equal a very sore bottom. I told her it was time to come out and be with our family. Mandy asked for a few more minutes to compose herself. I agreed but told her fifteen minutes is the time frame. Eventually Mandy did come out. I was so glad that no one said a word to her. I suppose at one time or another we all have been in this situation. I just wonder, will it always be this way or someday will she really grow up. Makes you think, huh? |