mothersonday

Dear Parents:

     I was delighted recently to find your newsgroup and discover
that there are other mothers who believe as firmly as I do in
disciplining their children. Although I am a contemporary career
woman, I believe in old fashioned spankings to keep my 12-year
old son in line. Since I am a single parent, and my son does not
have an adult male role model, strict discipline is even more
important. Kyle is usually a very well behaved boy, but there
are times when a bare-bottomed spanking over my knees is
necessary and I do not hesitate to give it to him at the precise
moment he needs it. If there happen to be other people around to
see, so be it. As far as I am concerned, he should not have been
naughty. If he was, he must take the consequence and he knows
it. I'll give you a recent example.

My employer thought it would be a great idea for each parent
in the firm to bring in a child who was at least 10, but not
older than 15. It was thought that the children could get an
idea of what kept their parents busy all day and what it was like
to work for a living. I personally do not think children belong
in the workplace, but decided to go along with the plan. I could
put Kyle to work running minor errands within the office and, I
thought, who knows? Maybe it will do him some good.

     I sat my son down the night before we were to go to my
office to let him know what I expected of him. I happened to be
giving myself a pedicure. I have a real "thing" about grooming
and just because I have a boy does not mean I expect any less of
him. Kyle sat still while I rested my bare foot on his knee and
carefully applied a coat of Christmas red nail polish to each
toe. He thoughtfully blew on the wet polish to help it dry more
quickly. That is something about him that I find so endearing.
That sort of thing sometimes makes it difficult for me to keep a
well focused eye on his behavior. At moments like that, I'm
liable to let him get away with something. Anyway, while I was
polishing my toenails, I told Kyle that we would be at my office
for at least eight hours but that it was not a playground. I
would give him work to do which I fully expected him to
accomplish. I told him I expected him to be polite to each of my
co-workers and, despite what he saw other, ill-behaved and
undisciplined children doing, he was not to join in. I also told
him how I expected him to dress and how well groomed I expected
him to be. I discussed this so fully with him that I had
finished my pedicure, as well as a manicure, before I was through
talking.

     The following morning, Kyle walked into my bedroom bright
and early and ready to go. He was dressed in his charcoal gray
pleated pants, a pale gray shirt and matching tie. His dark
hair, which tends to be a little curly, especially in the back,
was carefully combed and tamed. I was so proud of my little
professional gentleman! While I dressed, Kyle sat on my bed and
we went over my expectations of him again. Parenthetically, I
detest pantyhose so, to Kyle's nearly speechless amazement, I was
pulling on my sheer stockings and fastening them to the garter
belt under my pink satin panties. He was quite young the last
time he saw that and I don't think he remembered or perhaps it
did not have the same effect on him then. I stifled a smile and
insisted he repeat my instructions about his behavior while in my
office. He did, but he never took his eyes off those stockings
as they inched toward my thighs.

I stepped into a royal blue straight skirt and matching
three-inch pumps. I slipped on the jacket that buttoned snugly
at my waist. My son interrupted the instructions he had been
reciting to ask me if I was not going to wear anything under the
jacket. It was open and quite low cut and I think Kyle was
shocked. I told him that I thought he should be more concerned
with how he behaved than how mommy looked. Of course I had no
intention of leaving the house like that and I can't imagine why
he thought I would. He's never seen me wear anything so
inappropriate. I put a multi-colored silk scarf around my neck
and crossed it over inside my jacket. Kyle was still talking
about what he would do in my office while I parted my blond hair
on the side, and combed my fingers through it. I let it fall just
past my shoulders where it turns under slightly and sweeps
towards my face. As I said, grooming is important and I think my
son should witness the process as often as possible. I let him
silently watch me put on the slightly glossy lipstick that
matched my nails. To my amusement, I could see that his mouth
moved right along with mine while the lipstick was being applied.
I picked up a bottle of perfume, light and summery, and sprayed
it once and quickly, more around me than on. Whatever landed
would be enough.

     Now that I was ready, I asked Kyle if he knew how I expected
him to behave. He responded, "Yes, Mommy." I then asked him if
he knew what would happen if he did not behave. He nodded, quite
seriously, but I insisted he say it out loud. "A spanking," he
nearly whispered. "Where, when and how", I asked him. "Right at
your office, the minute I'm naughty, over your knee. Bare." I
asked him "what if there are other people around when I discover
that you've been naughty?" He said "you'll spank me in front of
them." I put my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I
kissed his forehead. "I know you'll be a good boy," I told him.
Now that I was assured he understood, we were ready to go.

     Needless to say, I would not be writing this letter if
everything at the office had gone according to plan. The day
started out very well. I introduced Kyle to my co-workers,
including the person who came up with the idea of children at
work. Everyone loved him immediately, of course. He's a
gorgeous little boy with a shy, engaging smile. He is also
unfailingly polite and personable. He eagerly ran errands around
the office and expertly accomplished the tasks I had assigned
him. However, just as I suspected, many of the other children in
the office were unruly to say the least. They ran down the
corridors shouting. They shot rubber bands at one another. Most
of the parents didn't bother to correct them at all; those who
did were ignored by their children after a few minutes and they
simply gave up. I kept a close eye on my son and let him know I
was watching. He managed to be the poster boy for model children
until about an hour after lunch. Some of my co-workers even
asked me how I managed to produce such a well behaved boy. I
told them all (right in front of my blushing son) that I spanked
his little bare bottom whenever he stepped out of line and
because of that, he was a good boy most of the time. They were
all horrified of course. "I could never do that," was an oft- repeated
comment. I
stopped short of saying "and that is why
your child is such a brat." Still, I could not resist pointing
out what a perfectly chubby and spankable bottom my little boy
had. I actually told him to walk down the corridor so I could
point out to others his full and beautifully sculpted bottom as
it was nicely displayed in his snug trousers. Despite their
opposition to spanking, they couldn't help but laugh and tease my
son about his cute little bottom. Kyle was embarrassed, but I
think he's used to me by now. I frequently do things like that.
I even patted and playfully swatted his bottom a few times during
the day when I sent him to the mailroom to do something. Always
in the presence of others, of course. Kyle would blush and the
others would laugh, but I was not merely being mean. I wanted to
remind him that I would not hesitate to smack his bottom if he
was naughty, no matter who else may be around.

As it turned out, I'm glad I didn't tell any of the parents
how awful their children were. Kyle had finally got to a point
where he could no longer control himself. He met a pretty little
10 year old girl in the mailroom. He began flirting with her and
forgot what he was supposed to do. She thought it would be fun
to photocopy her bottom. I walked into the mailroom just as Kyle
was helping her onto the photocopier. The girl's panties were at
her knees and her dress was bunched up at the tops of her thighs.
I don't think I have to tell you what I would have done had she
been my daughter. Once I was through with her bottom, she could
take color photocopies of it and show everyone how red it was.
She was, however, my employer's daughter. He arrived at the
mailroom a moment later than I did and all he could see was that
my "old enough to know better" son was lifting his precious bare- bottomed
angel onto
the photocopier.

     I looked at my son for a long moment, stunned by the
spectacle I was taking in. Later he told me I had the "look" and
he knew he was in for it. The "look" was something he described
in a paper he wrote for school and gave to me to read. He wrote
that I arch one eyebrow until it nearly reaches the top of my
forehead and that my eyes turn from blue to gray and I give a
steely glance." I laughed when I read it, but now I could feel
that one eyebrow straining. It was my "spanking look", he said.

     By now there was a crowd gathered in the mailroom. I strode
quickly over to Kyle and took his hand. I sat down in the nearest
chair and pulled him right over my knees. I spanked him over his
snug trousers and scolded him with every swat. "What were you
doing?" I asked while I spanked his bottom. "Is that what I
asked you to do?" "Did you pull that little girl's panties
down?" He insisted he had not; that she pulled them down herself
and asked him to help her onto the copier. He refused initially
and then she used a weapon from which no boy is safe. "What's
the matter," she had asked, "afraid of your mommy?" I stood him
up and pulled his pants down to the sound of sharp gasps from my
co-workers. I brought him back down over my knees and pulled his
white briefs down, sliding them all the way to his knees. I
lifted his shirt well out of my way until his round bottom,
already slightly pink from the brief "warm up" I had given him,
was perfectly arched and ready for a good spanking. I landed the
first sharp smack on his plump flesh at the same time I asked him
"well, are you afraid of your Mommy?" He yelped, but did not
answer my question. I spanked each chubby cheek back and forth
while I asked the question again. "Yes!" he finally shouted. I
continued to spank, each smack a little harder now. "Yes" was
not a complete answer and he knew it. "Yes?" I asked. "Yes
what" I wanted to know, spanking his chubby bottom while he cried
and kicked his legs. "Yes, I'm afraid of my Mommy?" he howled.
I spanked even as I looked up, caught the attention of that
naughty little girl, and gave her my spanking look. She seemed
to shrink in front of my eyes and she tried to turn and wrap her
arms around her daddy. To my shock, he took her arms and said
"No. I think what you need is some of what he's getting." I
continued spanking while I watched the girl's reaction. Her eyes
opened widely at the same moment her mouth dropped. I also
noticed that her panties were still at her knees. She had never
bothered to pull them up. She realized it, too, at the same
moment and reached down to pull them up. Daddy stopped her.
"They're just where I want them to be," he said and took her hand
and led her out of the mailroom. I stopped spanking my son at
that point. I helped him off my lap and pulled his briefs and
trousers up. I tucked in his shirt and he buttoned and zipped
his pants. I turned around and the crowd of my co-workers was
still there. They stared at me for a fraction of a second before
turning their heads and struggling to get out of the room at the
same time.

     Kyle continued to sob. I stood up and put my arms around
him. "I'm sorry, Mommy," he cried. "I wanted to be a good boy
today. I really tried." I realized he had tried and told him
so. I also told that there would be times when other pretty
girls would say far more dangerous things to him and he had to
learn that I am the person to whom he listens. And I am the one
who spanks when he does not.

     He was a very well behaved little boy for the rest of the
day. Even the other children were less rowdy for the remainder
of the afternoon. They stopped talking altogether whenever they
ran into me. The naughty little girl did not leave her daddy's
office after the spanking I assume he gave her. Kyle continued
running errands and doing what he was told. It had not been the
worst spanking I had ever given him, but it had been enough to
keep him in line for the rest of that day.

Yours truly,

Madison Jordana