Madison and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Humiliated and Very, Very Bad Day at School and the Night at Home that Followed

(title taken from Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day)

     Madison was sleeping soundly as the sun arose for the new day.  It wasn’t long before she could hear her Mommy yelling for her to get up and get herself dressed and get to the breakfast table.  Madison opened her sleepy eyes and thought really… already… but I felt like I just went to sleep five minutes ago.  She heard her Mommy call again.  Madison got up and did the things that one has to do to get ready and went to the kitchen for breakfast.  Mommy had fixed her a bowl of her favorite cinnamon rice square cereal.  Madison also had some grapes and a cup of milk and juice to drink.  Breakfast was soon over and Madison took her dishes to the dishwasher and loaded them.

     Mommy looked on at her daughter and smiled but did not say anything.  Instead she gave Madison a chance to finish and then spoke to her, “Madison go get your backpack and let’s get you to school.”

     "Yes Ma’am.”  Madison replied.

     Madison went to get her backpack and made sure she had all her books and her paper and pens and pencils that she would need for the day.  She tucked her lunch money inside an envelope and put it in her three-ring binder so she wouldn’t forget to give it to her teacher.  Madison was not the best at remembering things, even when they were very important.
     Madison got into the front seat of her Mommy’s four door sedan.  They talked on the way to school about this and that.  Mommy was concentrating on the road but before Madison could get out of the car she said, “Now Madison, you better behave yourself today and you better make sure that all your work gets done.”

     Madison rolled her eyes at her Mommy and said a quick, “Yes Ma’am.”  Madison knew that if she didn’t say Yes Ma’am, she could expect some sort of punishment; therefore, she hardly ever failed at that.

     Mommy didn’t like the fact that Madison had rolled her eyes and she retorted with, “Young Lady, you best not be cheeky with me.  I can and I will spank you right here.”

     Madison gulped.  She knew that her Mommy was serious.  She looked at her Mommy and nodded her head.  She told her Mommy she loved her and she promised that she would behave.
     Madison entered the school and headed to her classroom.  Her classroom had many different ages that were associated together.  The school had the theory that if students of different ages were grouped together that the students would learn better on how to get along and to work in harmony with  others.  The older students were also to be examples to the younger students whether that be good or bad, but it was hoped that it would all be for good.

     Madison was one of the older students in the elementary school.  She was 11 and one half years of age.  The youngest students in here class were 6 and 7 years old.  Madison was often reminded that she had to be a role model to the younger students and not in the way that she often modeled, either.

     The morning roll was called.  After that, roll was called again for homework.  If the student had their homework they were to walk to the teacher’s desk and turn it in.  If not they were to answer with a No Ma’am and then go write their name on the board.  It was time for homework, to be called for, and going through the list it was:

     Adams, Michael…. a few names skipped and then it was Dinsul, Kaleb… a few more names passed…. Klondike, Joanna…. then a few more seconds,… Nowley, Bryan… and then…. Walker, Madison??? 

     Madison had not been paying much attention and was startled, “Ma’am?”

     Mrs. Conley looked up and said, “Madison Taylor Walker, do you or do you not have your homework?”  Mrs. Conley did not like to be questioned during this process.

     “Ummmm… ummmm….” Madison was thinking and finally, “No ma’am.  I did it but the dog ate it.”
     “Madison I will not hear excuses from you, missy.  Now get up there and write your name.”
     “Yes Ma’am.”  Madison walked to the board and even though she was the last on the roll her name was the only one on the board.  Madison knew that she was already in some trouble but you never could tell what mood Mrs. Conley would be in and what would be her sentence upon one’s life.

     After Madison sat down and the morning rituals were over, Mrs. Conley came to the front of the classroom and began the morning’s discussion.  “Class, I almost gave you some free time for this afternoon; however, Miss Madison thought that she would not like for you all to have free time and so she did not turn in her homework.”

     Every eye turned and burned with fury at Madison.  Madison sunk low in her desk.  Madison had meant to do her homework but she had forgotten because she became involved with talking on the phone with her best friend Amanda. 

     Mrs. Conley continued, “What is worse is Miss Madison thought that she would like to make an excuse and lie about her homework.  Madison, I think you need to come to the board and write a checkmark by your name.  And then, you will stand there in front of the room with your hands in horizontal line and your feet spread apart, and woe be it to you if you let your arms fall.”
     Madison had not expected this.  She knew that you could never tell what Mrs. Conley would do to the miscreant.  She always had a new idea that she had not used before in the past.  Madison nodded a bit sorrowfully and put a check by her name and then assumed the position. 
     Mrs. Conley continued on with the “Morning News,” and the daily lessons.  Madison felt like she had stood there for hours and every once in a while her arms would fall downwards and Mrs. Conley would take her yardstick and raise them back to the desired position.  Madison was feeling very sore and sorry and as bad as she did not want the younger ones to know she was hurting, tears began to spring to her eyes.

     Mrs. Conley finally looked towards Madison and said, “Madison, I hope that you will never, ever tell me a lie about your homework again… but know that if you should… you will be standing there much longer and with much more pain.  Now, return to your seat.”

     Madison answered with a, “Yes Ma’am,” to everything that required such an answer.  Then, Madison put her aching arms down and walked to her seat.  She rubbed her eyes and felt the others staring at her as she took her seat.

     The morning seemed to past much faster after her punishment was over.  The children went to physical education class and had a great time as they played kickball.  Then it was time for lunch.  The children ate there lunches as hungry little beasts.  Their teacher always mandated that they eat in silence and after they ate they were free to whisper.  Lunch time was over and they headed back to class.

     It was now time for the math unit of the day.  Mrs. Conley began by teaching the younger students about adding double digit numbers.  The older students were to be attempting the new problems to see if they could solve them without the teacher’s help.  This was often a time when the older students challenged each other to see who could solve it before any instruction was given.  Madison looked at her problem and knew exactly what to do.  She worked fast and furious and had smiles all over her face.  She was going to be the winner of the challenge for the day!  And oh how, she needed to be the good example for a change.

     Jake had seen Madison furiously working and he did not want Madison to be the “star” of the day.  He passed Madison a note that had a picture on it that was making fun of her.  Madison wrote back on the note and passed it back.  Jake was not through and he was going to make sure that Madison did not have a chance to finish the problem.  He drew Madison inside a star and then drew an X over it and passed it back to Madison.  Madison became furious and lost track of the challenge problems. 

     She took the note and wrote, “Jake is a fucking fake stupid ass shithead that knows nothing.”  Then she was passing the note back to Jake…. when… Mrs. Conley eyed her passing the note.

     “Madison Walker, just what do you think you are doing young lady?  You know very well that I do not tolerate passing notes in my class.  And may I remind you that you already have a checkmark by your name and you know what happens on the second checkmark.  Now, you will bring that note to me right this minute!”

     Madison shuddered in fear.  She tried to think of how in the world she could get rid of the note.  But, indeed, that would not be possible.  She began to protest, “But Mrs. Conley, Jake started it!” 

     Mrs. Conley was growing very impatient, “Madison… did I not warn you about excuses earlier this morning?  Get yourself up here and hand me that note this instance!”

     Madison was sure she knew Jake was laughing at her and started to turn but knew that she was already in deep, deep trouble.  Madison, once again, walked to the front of the room while every eye was focused upon her.  She handed the note to her teacher and stood in front of her as if waiting for the verdict.

     Mrs. Conley was not, in the least bit, happy.  “Madison, walk to the board and put two checkmarks by your name.”

     Madison answered, “Yes ma’am,” the crying already came back.  She knew that she was past dead.

     Mrs. Conley took her hand and cupped it around the bottom of Madison’s chin and spoke down to her, “Look up here at my eyes Madison.  First, you do not pass notes in my class.  Second, you do not make excuses, if you are responsible then young lady, you are responsible.  Third, I will not tolerate any filthy language in this classroom be it written or spoken.  Now young lady, I have not had any students with three checkmarks in the classroom for ages and you will surely pay for messing up this record.  I will not have you thinking you are the queen and can do as you please.  I must remind you that you are a child, not an adult, and so as to remind you, I think that you will be lowered to the youngest age today so that you will not forget.”

     Madison looked at her teacher not truly understanding but utterly scared and was already beginning to cry.

     Mrs. Conley began, “Ohhh just look at that class, we have a whiney baby in our presence.  Madison Walker, take down your pants and your panties and go place them in your basket now!”
     “But ma’am….”
     “How dare you talk back to me!  I said go now!  Trust me you are already going to be one little sorry girl when I am done with you.”
     Madison did as she was told.  She slowly took down her pants and her panties in front of the class.  Then she walked to the back of the classroom and dropped her clothing in the basket.  She walked back to the front where Mrs. Conley had taken a seat on a chair.

     “Madison, come.”

     Madison knew what her teacher meant when this order was given.  She walked and stood at her teacher’s side.

     Mrs. Conley helped Madison to go over her lap.  She raised the young pre-adolescent’s shirt a bit so that her whole bottom was exposed.  The class watched in amazement.  Some of the younger kids tried to hide their faces but most of the class watched as they were tired of Madison acting up this day.

     Mrs. Conley took her hand and rubbed Madison’s bottom all over.  Then she began to spank the young lady.  SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK… all over the bottom and down into the lower regions.  The teacher was quiet as she created her art on the young girl’s bottom.  Madison was squealing and crying after the many, many spanks she endured.  The hand spanking continued, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, and Mrs. Conley began to lecture Madison. 

     “Now Madison, you know better than to pass notes in my classroom young lady.  And you know better to use that kind of language.  I am sure that your mother is not going to be the least bit happy with you, is she.  You know that on the second checkmark a letter gets sent home.  And even if I didn’t write a letter, missy, your mother is going to have no doubt that you have been in major trouble today.  And I know your mother, she is one who will give you more punishment when you get home, isn’t she?  Well, that makes me glad because it is important that parents discipline their children as well.  Perhaps by the time I’m done with you, you will be too sore for more punishment but at least by the time your mother has finished with you, you will be one sorry little baby girl.”

     Madison continued to cry and scream and she tried to take in everything her teacher said but it only made her feel more sorry, and besides, she was on fire and couldn’t hear everything.

     After a good thorough hand spanking, Mrs. Conley brought Madison to her feet.  “I am not finished young lady.  That spanking was for checkmark number two!  Now it is time for your punishment for receiving a third checkmark.  You will bend over and touch your toes as I get a paddle for you.”

     Madison did not feel she could take any more but did as Mrs. Conley had said.  She bent over her body shaking sooo much.  Mrs. Conley didn’t think Madison could be still so she ordered Madison to bend over the desk and to help her be still she ordered Jake to come hold her hands down.  Madison had never been so embarrassed in all of her life.
     Mrs. Conley lined the paddle up to the already hot and red bottom.  She brought back the paddle for lick number one: 

     WHAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKK!

Madison screamed in agony.  Mrs. Conley took the paddle and reared it back all the way and brought another forcing blow to Madison’s cheeks again….

     WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK!

Madison felt hopeless and that she would never ever have a pale tail again.  She just knew it would be forever the color she hated the most, CRIMSON, but she also knew that before the night was over it would be a shade of MAROON or darker.  Before, Madison could think all this out too much, another blow from the paddle came,

     WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!
     “Alright Jake, thank-you for holding Madison’s hands but I still need you to do one more favor for me. “ 
     Jake looked up and knew that he dare not laugh in front of Mrs. Conley.  He knew that truthfully his name was about to be on the board because Mrs. Conley would know his artwork and he knew better than to lie if questioned.  He waited for Mrs. Conley’s instructions.

     “Now look class… what do we have here?  We do not have a queen any longer who thinks that she can do whatever she wants, do we?  Why, we have a tiny, whiney, little baby, don’t we?  I have some diapers in the back for these kinds of occasions.  I would assure you that unless you want to be in Madison’s position that you do not want to earn a third checkmark.  Jake, if you will go back to the back and grab a diaper and plastic pants for Madison, please.”

     Madison cried and cried from the pain and from the humiliation and the newfound embarrassment and further humiliation.  She could not believe that Mrs. Conley was going to put a diaper on her especially in front of the class.

     Jake came back with a very thick diaper.  Mrs. Conley address the class and Madison, “Now then.  Thank-you Jake.  First, you need to write your name on the board and then you need to return to your seat.  Now.  Madison, you will wear this diaper and these plastic pants and you will not be allowed to use the bathroom until you return home.  I suppose you are lucky as it is almost time for you all to be going home but I will make sure that you are plenty wet before you go home.  You follow me over here to the teacher’s break room and I will fix you appropriately.  Class you better be on your best behavior while I am gone, or else you will join Madison in diapers!  Do you understand?  Come, Madison.”

     Madison followed her teacher obediently crying.  She was not allowed any protection as they walked from the class to the break room.  Once inside the break room, she waited for her teacher’s instructions as she continued to sob.

     “Madison Walker, lay down right here on this pad.” 
     Madison did as she was told.

     “Now you will drink this 32 ounce bottle of water while I get you ready and if you do not have it finished I will spank you and you will drink 64 ounces, do you understand me?”

     Through her bitter tears, Madison answered with, “Yes Ma’am.”

     Madison took the bottle and began to suck it.  It had a fast flow nipple on it so she had no trouble getting the water down.  Madison had not been to the bathroom since lunch and knew that she always had to go one more time before school anyway.  She was feeling sorry for herself and cried and cried even more.

     Mrs. Conley lifted the girl’s legs and pushed the diaper under them.  She taped the diaper very securely.  She took plastic pants that had baby rattles and pacifiers pictured on them and pulled them up over the extra absorbent diaper.  She then placed a small lock in the back of the plastic pants so that Madison could not pull them down and undo her diaper.  She would be stuck until her mother let her out.  Mrs. Conley smiled as Madison finished the last drop of the bottle.  “Oh, do we have a good baby?  Mrs. Conley is proud of baby Madison for finishing her bottle.”  Mrs. Conley had also slipped a diuretic in the bottle of water.  Mrs. Conley put Madison into a diaper t-shirt and took her other shirt off of her.  “Madison, you may return to class and I will be back after I make a phone call to your mother.”

     Madison looked sorrowful and wanted to protest but there was no way that she could.  She was doomed anyway but for sure now because she would not get out of giving the bad letter to her Mommy.  She walked back into the class and everyone burst out in laughter.  She heard comments such as, “Baby Maddie has to wear her diapies” and “I wonder if Baby Maddie will soak her diapie.”

     Madison continued to cry and others would say, “Oh she is such a baby isn’t she.”  Madison tried to get through the afternoon but it was so hard.

     Mrs. Conley came back and the class seemingly got quiet as they heard her approaching.  Mrs. Conley continued the afternoon lecture of science.  Then it was time to pack up and go home.  She gave each student their daily conduct folder.  Madison’s folder had a big red X for the day and a letter in an envelope stapled to the folder.  Madison knew better than to open the letter.

     In the afternoons, Madison always caught the bus.  So as Madison got on the bus, the driver stared at her but knew Madison all too well, “I guess we are in trouble again, are we?”

     Madison looked up immediately embarrassed again, “Yes sir.”

     The bus driver looked to her and said, “Well since we are a baby today, we will sit in front of the kindergarten students.  You may sit right behind me on the first seat and no one will sit by you.”

     Madison hated this but then she really didn’t want to sit with the older kids today.  She, also, really didn’t want to go home either.  She knew all too well what would be coming, or did she?  Of course, Madison did not anticipate the bus ride to be painful but it was.  It seemed as Mr. Humphries managed to hit ever bump and pothole on the way home.  Unfortunately, it only made Madison hurt more.  Madison was sure that Mr. Humphries was doing this for amusement because Madison had indeed caused trouble on the bus several times.  And the way things were, Mr. Humphries had to turn her over to the principal to be punished.  So perhaps, he was enjoying these bumps and potholes on Madison’s account.

     The bus pulled in front of her house and Madison wobbled down the steps as she had been soaked for hours but the bus ride had made her go even more.  She didn’t like the feel it made between her legs so she spread them so she could feel as little dampness on her inner thighs as possible.

     Madison wobbled into the house but didn’t know what to do.  The house was quiet.  There was a note for Madison on the table in the kitchen.  This is the first place she went for her snack.  The note read, “Madison Taylor Walker, I am very disappointed in you.  You are to go sit in YOUR CHAIR, you are to drink this bottle for your snack, and you will drink the entirety of its contents.  I will come down and talk to you as soon as I am ready to deal with you…. Mommy.”
     Madison hated the thought of sitting in “Her Chair,” but that was because the chair was not very comfortable.  Madison had one of these chairs in the living room and one in her bedroom.  They were chairs that were made of solid oak.  Sometimes, they were used as a warning of what could come if her behavior did not straighten out.  However, the most frequent use was sitting bare bottom after having her bottom totally worn out by her Mommy.  Madison would have not even liked the chair had she not been punished because she associated it with much pain and grief.

     Madison took the bottle and sat her soaked self in the chair.  She was amazed that she had not started leaking at all.  Madison drank the huge bottle that was full of milk.  There was so much she was full halfway through but she knew better than to not drink the whole thing.  She sat in the chair what seemed like forever.  She hated this chair and she usually argued with her Mommy when she had to sit in it.  Madison knew well that she could not press her luck today.

     It was time for dinner, two hours after she had come in for lunch.  Mommy brought Madison a toddler meal that she could pick up with her fingers.  It was raviolis, sweet peas and corn.  Mommy did not give Madison a spoon or a fork.  It was obvious that she had to eat like a toddler as well.  She was handed a sippy cup also.  This was placed on a tray that sat over the chair.  Mommy went back to the table as if this were a normal occurrence and sat down to eat the wonderful dinner she had prepared.  Madison ate her food in silence for she knew that testing her Mommy would not be a good idea.

     After supper, Mommy began to speak to Madison.  “So Madison, how do you like being a baby?  Is it fun?  Does it make you happy?  Do you enjoy having to sit in a soaking wet diaper?  Your teacher told me she had to discipline you to the severest because of your behavior today.  She did not tell me specifics as of yet.  So go get your conduct folder out of your backpack and bring it to me.”
     Madison was highly embarrassed and knew that her Mommy’s voice was serious, so she began to cry.  She went to get her conduct folder.  She got it out and took it to her Mommy.  Then she stood before her mommy, as was the way they did things.

     Mommy took out the folder and opened it and saw the big red X.  She glowered at Madison.  Then, she took a look at the letter which read as follows

      Dear Mrs. Walker,

           Today has been a horrific day with your daughter’s behavior.  It started    out that she did not have her homework.  Rather than simply putting her name on the board for this misdeed, Madison decided to lie by giving me an excuse.  This gave her one checkmark by her name and she was punished.  She cried during this punishment and I thought we would have no more problems for the day.  I would be very wrong.  Madison did well until Math lesson.  Then, I caught her passing notes.  I asked her to bring the note up and once again she tried to make an excuse.  Then I was appalled at the language she had written in the note.  It said, and I quote Madison, ‘Jake is a fucking fake stupid ass shithead that knows nothing.’  I will not tolerate this language whether spoken or written.  This made her add two more checkmarks to her name.  Since she thought that she could get out of punishment by making excuses, I decided she thought she was a queen and wouldn’t have to take punishments.  So, first I gave her a very good OTK hand spanking on her bare bottom.  Then, for the third checkmark, she received 3 licks with the paddle, also bare bottom.  Because of her behavior today, I decided she needed to be reminded she was a child and not the adult.  Therefore, I made her wear a thick and very absorbent diaper and plastic panties with a lock on the back.  She has had a bottle filled with water and a diuretic.  There is no doubt that she will be quite soaked when she gets to you, although it should not leak.  I hope that you will deal with young Madison so that we do not have another repeat day of this type behavior.

                       

Sincerely,

           

Mrs. Conley

     Mommy read the letter and was very furious with Madison.  She agreed with everything the teacher had done.  She ordered Madison to go sit back in her chair so that she could calm down just a bit. 

     Madison was in tears and really was at relief that Mommy let her sit back down for a few minutes.  She knew that her Mommy was not in the least bit happy.  Even when Mommy calmed down she knew that it would be bad.  Madison sat for another hour before her Mommy came to get her.

     “Madison,” SLAP to the thigh, “Go over to the mat on the floor,” SLAP, “and lay down on it, NOW!” SLAP, SLAP.

     Madison cried and went to the mat and laid down.

     Mommy began by unlocking the plastic pants and pulled the soaking wet things down.  Then she untapped the soaked diaper.  She lifted her daughter’s legs and started smacking the inners of her thighs.  Then she wiped Madison clean and took the diaper shirt off and placed a camisole on her daughter.

            Mommy grabbed the hairbrush she had brought into the room with her.  Then she ushered Madison to Madison’s bedroom.  She sat down on the side of Madison’s bed. “Madison, you have been very, very naughty today.  I know that your bottom is already smarting but when I am through with you young lady, you will not be sitting for a month, I am sure of it.  Now come over and get over my lap.”

     Madison knew it was hopeless to argue and got over her Mommy’s lap.  Mommy helped to position her and with one hand held her daughter down in the small of her back.  Then Mommy began to rub the bristles over the already hot and deep red bottom, so to bring out the sting and the reminders of the earlier spanking.  Madison was crying as the reminders were felt yet again.  Mommy started spanking her daughter’s bottom, “SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.”  Mommy covered every inch of the girl’s bottom and then made sure to get her sit spots and her thighs as well.  When it was over she was ushered to the chair in her bedroom. 

     Madison sat yet again on the chair but this time bare bottomed.  She cried out in agony, “Moooooommmmmmmyyyyyyy, mommmmmyyyyyyy, mommmmmyyyyy.”
     “Madison Taylor, hush now!”

     “Mommmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

     “Would you like some more Madison?  That is what I think when I hear you call me like that.”

      “Nooooo Mommmmyyyyy, noooooo.”

      “Then sit there and be quiet.”

     Madison cried and cried and cried.  She squirmed at times but tried to be as still as possible.  Madison was a most miserable little girl and she knew that she would be there as long as her Mommy made her sit there.

     Mommy made Madison sit for fifteen minutes.  “Alright Madison, get up and come here.”

     Madison went to her Mommy.  Mommy put panties on her young one and then put her gown on her.  Then she held her in her lap.  She would never have left Madison without her knowing that she was loved.

     “Madison.  Mommy is very disappointed in what you did today.  Oh and before I forget, you have one more punishment and I think you know what that is.  Let’s go to the bathroom.”

     Madison did know.  She followed her Mommy to the bathroom for the mouth soaping procedure that took place if Madison ever spoke a bad word or talked back to her Mommy or any other adult.  Mommy pulled out a bar of IVORY soap and stuck it in her daughter’s mouth.  After three minutes, Mommy pulled it out and let Madison rinse.  There would be no relief for that for the night but Madison would learn a lesson one way or another.

     Mommy led Madison back to her bedroom and sat on Madison’s bed again.  She held her daughter very tight.  “Madison, I love you.  And despite what you think, I do this because I love you.  You will be a respectful young lady.  You do not tell lies, you do not break the teacher’s rules, and young lady you do your homework!  You will go to bed early tonight after I treat your bottom.  You are grounded this weekend until all of your homework is completed.”

     Madison nodded and said very many, “Yes Ma’am’s.”  Madison was sorrowful and sorry that she had acted in the way she had.  “Mommy, I am very sorry for the way I have acted.”

     Mommy embraced Madison and kissed her forehead and hugged her, “Yes honey, I know you are.  I am sorry that you had to be punished so severely, as well, but I will not let my child act in such a bad manner.  Now, I tell you what.  Go get the lotion and we’ll get you at least treated.”

     Madison minded her Mommy very promptly.  She went to get the lotion and came back with it.  Mommy ordered her over her lap once more.  Mommy took the lotion and kneaded it into the flesh.  Madison yelped but Mommy assured her that it would help. 

     Mommy then took Madison in her arms again.  Honey, I love you so much.  I want you to always be on your best behavior.  Mommy doesn’t like having to punish you and I can guarantee that Mrs. Conley doesn’t like it either.  But these things are to be done when you do not behave.  I love you again, Baby Girl.  Now, get into bed on your tummy.  Madison did as Mommy told her to.  Then Mommy began to rub her back and did so until Madison fell into a sound sleep.