What Happens to a Very Naughty Girl

(This story has ageplay but there are no baby scenes involved.  This is a roleplay that happened between Madison and her Mommy online… afterwards, Madison decided to edit it (with Mommy’s permission, of course) and post it as a story.  Madison is 10 years old.  Mommy plays the part of Mrs. Wilson and Mommy.)

Mommy narrates: so 10 year old Maddie is a chatterbox, that would just rather talk to her friends than study her times tables, and Mrs. Wilson isn't happy about that; because this has been an ongoing problem for some time.

Mommy continues to narrate: and she's (Mrs. Wilson) going to use some references to things that were done back in the olden ages when I (Mommy) was actually in 5th grade

Narration: The scene opens in the classroom during the middle of the day.  The students are to be working on their times tables; however, Madison is busy talking to Amanda, Amy and Kathy.

Mrs. Wilson: Madison, do you not remember your times tables…  is that why you are having to talk to Manda to see what she has?

Madison: ummmmm well…. Somethin’ like that Ma’am…

Mrs. Wilson: and before that, you had to 'ask' Amy for a pencil....

Madison was talking to Manda about a new game

Madison: Yes Ma'am definitely!

Mrs. Wilson: and before that, you had to borrow some paper from Kathy?

Madison: Yes, yes that's it Ma'am

Mrs. Wilson: Let me see your paper, young lady!

Madison looks down at her paper... seeing she had only half way wrote her name to where it said Madi… with the top part of the letter “s” walks to the teacher to give the teacher Madison’s paper

Mrs. Wilson: Well, I'm waiting

Mrs. Wilson looks at the paper disgustingly

Madison  stands shaking at the side of her desk

Mrs. Wilson: You...this is abhorrent, Madison....

Madison: ummm Yes Ma'am

Mrs. Wilson: You haven't even gotten your whole first name, much less your last name on this paper, much less......

Madison knows in almost all circumstances u say Yes Ma'am to your teacher

Mrs. Wilson: Why you haven't done the tables for the number ONE!

Madison: ummm because i was thinkin’ ‘bout doin’ them an’ hadn' gotten that far

Mdison: i had t’ think ‘bout the answers first

Madison:  an.... so ‘til i thought ‘bout the answers I surely couldn' write them out!

Mrs. Wilson: And... how many times have I asked you THIS WEEK to stop your talking, missy?

Madison: ummm i don' think ya had to... i think you was talkin’ to Amy and Manda and Kathy…  but not me… I been a good girl

Mrs. Wilson: You....you...,you were thinking about them?

Madison looks at her teacher sheepishly... surely Mrs. Wilson had forgotten afterall she was very old and might have that Old Timer’s disease or something

Madison:  Yes Ma'am I was

Madison  feeling wise beyond her years

Mrs. Wilson: Madison, how many times must i tell you I don't accept work done in your head, I want to see all your work on the paper!

Madison: but Ma’am, I was gonna do that  I just haven' had ‘nough time.  You ‘spect us to finish everything in 5 seconds

Mrs. Wilson: Madison, you are just making it worse for yourself!

Madison:  but Ma'am... I'm tellin’ you the truth honest injuns

Mrs. Wilson: First of all, Manda and Amy, unlike you, are quite good well behaved students.... and Kathy, she's just about perfect!!!  (teacher's pet)

Madison knows Kathy is beaming all over... turns around and sticks her tongue out at Kathy

Mrs. Wilson: Madison, I....I've had it; sticking out your tongue, are you....we'll just see about that

Madison gulps at the sound of Mrs. Wilson’s voice… knows about those "I've had it" phrases

 Mrs. Wilson reaches into top desk drawer, takes out a bottle of red hot tobasco sauce

Mrs. Wilson: Okay young lady, let's see that tongue again!

Madison: I'm sorry I'm sorry no pleaseeeee Mrs. Wilson… No Ma'am

Madison holds her lips shut with her hand

Mrs. Wilson: We can do this either the easy way or the hard way, little girl, makes no difference to me

Madison doesn't move an inch still has my fingers holding my mouth closed

Mrs. Wilson: The easy way is for you to hold your mouth, and I give you one tablespoonful of this..,..

Madison wonders what is the hard way

Mrs. Wilson: or the hard way is I hold your mouth open and pour half the bottle down your throat!  Which way do you wish?

Madison opens her mouth

Mrs. Wilson pours the tobasco sauce into the tablespoon, and pushes it down your throat, giving a grim smile

Mrs. Wilson: Now SWALLOW Maddie!!

Madison  swallowss and then screams aighhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwieeeeeeeeeeeeeee it burnsssssssssss Ma'am it burnsssssssssssss

Mrs. Wilson: I want all of you other children to see what happens when someone is naughty enough to stick their tongue at another person.

Mrs. Wilson grabs you by the ear, and pulls your head, making you look at me

Madison: screamsssssssssssssssssssss owwwwwwwwwwww

Madison looks at her teacher.

Mrs. Wilson: Now, as an additional reminder, Madison....

Madison: Ma'am?

Madison wants to let my tongue hang like a puppy but keeps it in my mouth

Mrs. Wilson: You will have me 50 sentences by first time tomorrow morning....

Madison Yes Ma'am... gulps

Mrs. Wilson: You will write the following:  'i will not stick out my tongue at another pupil because it is rude, crude and socially unacceptable' Do you understand?

Madison: Yes Ma'am

Mrs. Wilson: Kathy, would you be a dear, and remind me tomorrow morning to get Maddie's sentences, if i should happen to forget?

_mommy: (kathy makes a note in her notebook, she always carries with her)

Madison thinks of course Kathy is miss goody two shoes

Kathy beams, knowing she's the teacher's pet

Madison holds tongue in mouth and can't wait to meet Kathy  on the playground... one pull of her hair would make her cry soooo loudddd

Mrs. Wilson: Now Madison, I still.... I can't understand for the life of me why you aren't like the other girls....they're all so well behaved!! And well quite frankly,  I'm fed up with it, and it's going to end TODAY, missy!

Madison stands looking @ Mrs. Wilson

Madison: Yes Ma'am

Mrs. Wilson: I NEVER have a problem with Manda, Amy, Margaret, Jennifer, Cynthia, Elizabeth, Mary,  or any of the other girls; ONLY with you, Madison!!!  Ohhhh, of course lovely Kathy, she's perfect!

Madison rolls eyes

Mrs. Wilson: Madison, there will NO RECESS for you all next week, little girl!!!

Mrs. Wilson: You will spend the entire time each day with your nose stuck in the corner!

Madison: but Ma'ammmmm

Mrs. Wilson: That, and this (goes over to the wall, and takes down her largest paddle) will be your punishment for your constant talking… Go out in the hallway, Madison

Madison gulps

Madison: Yes Ma'am

Madison walks out to the hallway

All the boys gasp; Maddie is gonna get it really bad; old Willie is really ticked!  even the boys feel sorry for the poor girl, as does everyone else in the class cept for....Kathy is sitting there grinning smugly

Mrs. Wilson walks out into the hall carrying her solid oak paddle, a board some 30” long, 4” wide and 1/4” thick, and confronts Madison

Mrs. Wilson: All right, Miss Walker, bend over, hands on knees, i think...

Madison gulps and begins to cry

Madison: Yes Ma'am

Madison bends over slowly and places my hands on my knees

Mrs. Wilson would prefer hands grabbing ankles, but it bruises too badly, and she got into trouble once earlier in the year

Mrs. Wilson lines the paddle up on the middle of Maddie’s skirt; the 12 dime sized holes going across her bottom, rares back and delivers the first ferocious lick......

SPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLAATTTTTTTT!!!!!

Madison: owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

 Kids in room jump, hearing the loud noise from hallway

Madison has tears already beginning to form in the corners of her eyes

Mrs. Wilson gives four more licks, rapidly one after the other, each sinking into Maddie’s bottom, and covering all of it

SMMMMAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!  SMMMMMMMMMMAAACCCKKKK!!!!!

WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!

Madison screamsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss loudly and criesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss and has huge crocodile tears coming down my faceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Mrs. Wilson let’s another one go… WHHHHHAAAACCCCCCKKKK!!!!!

Madison I'm sorrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Ma'am crying harder and harder

Mrs. Wilson: I keep hearing that from you Madison, I hope this time it’s true

Mrs. Wilson reaches down and peels your skirt away from Madison’s bottom, where it’s been ‘pressed’ to it

Madison Yesssssssssssssssssssss Ma'am.... criessssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Mrs. Wilson: All right Madison, back inside, by my desk

Madison squealssssssssssssssss sobbing and through tears...

Madison: Yes Ma'am

Mrs. Wilson goes back inside, and sits down, gets out a sheet of paper...

Madison, all read faced with matted hair and still sobbing, walks back into the classroom and doesn't look at anyone and goes stands by Mrs. Wilson's desk

Mrs. Wilson: Now Maddie, since you chose not only to talk, but to NOT do your times tables, I’m going to have to write a note home to your mother, advising her of this abhorrent behavior.  You WILL bring it back tomorrow, signed by her, understand?

Madison: Yes, yes, yes Ma'am

Mrs. Wilson: Oh yes one more thing, if this doesn’t improve, I  shall ask the principal if I might give you more than the maximum five licks, young lady!

Mrs. Wilson writes the following note, puts in an envelope and seals it, then hands it to you.....

Dear Mrs. Wallker,

 Today I’ve once again had to punish Madison, for constant talking, not doing her math work properly and having stuck out her tongue out at another pupil.  I would appreciate some follow-up from you, to emphasize the seriousness of these infractions.  Please sign this note, and have Madison return it tomorrow.  Sincerely, Mrs. Wilson, 5th Grade Teacher

Madison takes the note and places it in her backpack

The bell rings to be let out of school

madison is still very sore but grabs her backpack as she heads out the door.  She sees the warning look and Mrs. Wilson’s eyes and nods her head.  Then she goes and catches her bus.  When it is her time to get out... she walks a nice distance from the stop to her house

Mommy has a snack of milk and cookies out for when Maddie gets home; they will sit down and talk about their day so far

Madison really wishes she could dispose of the note but being that she will not be able to sit she knows that her mommy will be asking questions.. opens the door and walks in and then places backpack where it belongs

Mommy: Hi honey; how was school today?

Madison looks at her Mommy

Madison: Well, it was alright, i s’pose

Mommy: You suppose?  Why don’t you know?

Madison eats her cookies and drinks her milk

Madison Well it wasn' the best day i  ever had

Mommy: Ohhhhh, what happened?

Madison looks guiltily at her Mommy... Mommy knows Madison will tell on herself

Madison Mommy... I got in bunches of trouble today... looks down at my shoes

Mommy: Again?”

Madison gulps...

Madison Yes Ma'am

Mommy sighs

Mommy: What this time?

Madison: Ummm, well... my teacher wrote ya a note... do i have to tell ya?

Madison knows Mommy likes for me to tell her

Mommy: Mrs. Wilson wrote me a note?   Well, I suggest you show it to me, young lady

Madison Yes Ma'am.... but Mommy

Mommy: WHAT!

Madison: I, I, I… well I didn't do my seatwork (classwork)… and I stuck my tongue out at the teacher's pet

Madison goes to grab the letter

Mommy: You did what.... Madison Taylor Walker!!

Madison hands it to my Mommy and is afraid… begins to cry again

Mommy: What am i going to do with you?

Madison knows better than to tell her mommy what she thinks Mommy should do with her

Mommy opens the letter, reads it, looks at with lightning coming from her eyes, practically

Madison is visibly shaking... sees the monster coming out of Mommy

Mommy: I.... I can’t understand this, missy!

Madison Ma'am... did she scribble scrabble?

Mommy: What has gotten into you?

Madison: Oh... the devil made me do it?

Mommy: Must have!  Well I’ve got the cure for that!!!

Madison but mommy i can't help it if the devil did it

Mommy: I’m going to beat the devil out of you, little girl!

Madison: Nooooooooooooooooooo mommy

Mommy: So you want ever have that excuse again?

Madison: If'n i tell Jesus then the devil will leave.   I can just tell him ok?   Then you won' have t' worry ‘bout the devil botherin’ me 'gain

Mommy: Jesus has entrusted me with your upbringing here on earth Madison Taylor Walker!

Madison: Ya know lik'n they says at church

Mommy: and I’m going to raise my daughter to act properly!

Madison gulps… the lightning has not stopped in mommy's eyes and knows that her thoughts are not her mommy's thoughts but wish that Mommy knew Jesus could help her better than Mommy could

Mommy: GO to your bedroom missy, and wait for me there.  I need to compose myself first.

Madison: Yes Ma’am.

Madison goes to her bedroom and lays face down on her bed... crying and feeling sorry for herself that adults don't seem to understand things

Mommy After a few moments (Mommy has gotten herself under control, so she can much better punish Madison’s bottom) she goes upstairs to your room

Madison hears mommy's footsteps and shudders in fear

Mommy: Maddie, have you thought about what you’ve done wrong?

Madison: Yes Ma’am.

 Mommy: And??

Madison: Ummm, I’m  sorry Mommy

Mommy: Well that’s good, but sorry’s not enough this time

Madison: I I I will start doing my seatwork Mommy, and, and, and I will never stick my tongue out at someone

Mommy: Mommy’s going to blister your bottom!!

Madison: Pleaseeeeeeee nooo, Mommy I'm sorry

Mommy: Get me your hairbrush, Madison

Madison: Yes Ma’am

Madison walks over to her dresser where Mommy and Madison's punishment hairbrush sits to supposedly remind Madison to behave… grabs it and walks back over and hands it to my Mommy

Mommy sits down on the bed, pulls her daughter over Mommy’s knees and flips your skirt up in back

Madison whinces

Mommy then pulls down her daughter’s panties

Madison: No Mommmyyy, I need my panties!

Mommy: Myyyy, she really did paddle your bottom this time; it’s still on fire!  I can’t imagine how badly this is going to hurt madison

Madison: But ya don’ have to, Mommy….

Mommy: Excuse me?  Are you suggesting....

Madison criesssssssssssss out

Mommy: Are you telling me how to discipline you Madison Taylor?

Madison: No Ma’am…

Mommy: You’ve just earned yourself a dose of the belt on top of this hairbrushing, missy!

Madison cries like a sorry... a very sorry girl

Madison: Yes Ma’am.

Mommy raises the hairbrush, and begins to pepper her daughter’s little behind, fast and hard

smacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmakck

Madison screamssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss and wiggles on mommy's lapppppppppp

Madison: Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Mommy you are hurtin’ me owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Madison criessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Mommy continues spanking her daughter: smacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmakck

Mommy: Good, I intend to make to hurt your badly young lady

Madison criesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss loudly bucking up and down

Mommy: Evidently this is the only way I can teach how to behave properly

Madison I’ll be goooddddddddddddddd Mommy… I’m sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Mommy tightens her grip around her daughter, to keep Madison on Mommy’s lap

and  then continues the hot, blistering spanking

Madison: Mmmmmmoooommmmmmyyyyyyyy…..

Mommy continues… smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack

Madison Criessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Mommy is letting the presence of the hairbrush to truly be felt and not forgotten…  smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack swack smack smack

Mommy: Now are you going to do your seat work, Madison?

Madison is very defeated and seems as if there are no tears left but still yellinggggggggggggggg owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Mommy aims some very hard ones to the sit spots.. SMMMMACCCCCKKKK  SMMAAACCCKKK SMMMAAACCCCKK

Madison: can hardly talk... y--y-y-yy-YESSSSSSSSSSS MA'AMMMMM

Mommy: And not talk all the time, disrupting the other pupils

 SMACKMSMACK SMAAAMMMCCCCKKKK SMMMAAACCCCKKKK SSMMAAAAACCKKK

Madison: Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss MMMMMMMMMMMommmmmmyyyyyyy, I’lll be goooodddddd…. Crying ballistically.

Mommy: And am I going to ever hear of your EVER sticking out your tongue at that precious Kathy again?

Madison: Nooo, Nooooo Ma’ammmmmm.

SMAAAAACCCKKKK SMMMAAACCCKKK SMMMMAAAACCCCKKK SMAAACCCKKKK SMMMMAAACCCCK

Madison is cryingggggggggggggggg

Mommy: GOOD!

Madison: Mo-uh-Moooommmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Mommy lifts her daughter off her lap

Madison gets up and stands beside her Mommy

Mommy: Now I’m going to get supper ready; I want you to sit on ‘your chair’ and copy those 50 sentences while I’m doing that…

Madison: Yes Ma’ammmmm.

Mommy: And you’d....well they’ll better be perfect, missy, if you know what’s good for your bottom!

Madison gets my paper and pencil and goes sits on my chair...  knowing there is no good use in fighting her Mommy.

Madison: Yes Ma’am.

Mommy goes to the closet, takes out the belt, lies it on top of your desk, next to your pen and paper

Madison squirms seeing the belt… then gets my pen and paper and begins to write as legible as i can with a shaky hand

Mommy gets supper underway, comes back up to check on you

Mommy: How are we doing, Maddie?

Madison  writes… 25.I will not stick out my tongue at another pupil because it is rude, crude and socially unacceptable

Madison: I am workin’ as fast as I can, Mommy.

28. I will not stick out my tongue at another pupil because it is rude, crude and socially unacceptable

Mommy: Okay, I see…  stand back up, and hold your skirt up for me please

Madison: Yes Ma’am.

Madison stands up and holds up her skirt

Mommy tugs Madison’s panties down, and feels her rump

Mommy: Hmmmm,  pretty hot; does it hurt?

Madison: Yessss Ma’aaaammmm.

Madison has fresh tears runnningggg down her face.

Mommy: Still badly enough that I don’t need to give a refresher on what happens to naughty little girls?

Madison: Yes ma'am it still hurts that bad... I will be good, I promise Mommy.

Mommy: Well I think between myself and Mrs. Wilson....l… well, your bottom is pretty bruised and battered

Madison: Yes Mommy it hurtssssssssssss

Mommy picks up belt

Madison squinches up tightly

Mommy: What did I say about this, Madison?

Madison: Mommy,  you said I was gettin’ the belt on top of the hairbrush

Mommy: And what for?

 Madison: ‘Cause I  tried to tell ya that ya didn' have to spank me earlier

Mommy: That’s right….

Mommy picks up the sentences her daughter has already done, half smiles, approvingly

Mommy: I think… Madison…

Madison: Ma’am?

Mommy: to show you that I’m not completely mean.... I have a choice for you

I was going to give you a dozen swats with this belt, while you’re lying over the pillows on your bed, as that part of your punishment.... with extras you couldn’t remain in position, of course.... but I’m prepared to give your fiery fanny some mercy little girl

Madison halfway smiles at her Mommy's last announcement

Mommy: If you do the rest of your sentences, sitting in ‘your chair’ on your bare bottom.... I’ll only give you one really hard lick with this belt

Madison: Yes Ma’am.

Mommy: But if you’d rather sit on the chair with your panties and skirt on, it’ll be six licks!

Madison: One, just one… please Mommy please

Mommy: Okay, leave your panties down, and your skirt; go over to your bed, put the pillows in the middle, then lie across them, with your butt sticking up

Mommy takes the belt and slams it across the bed, on the other side from where Madison is laying.

Madison: Yes Ma’am.

Madison goes over to the bed and lies over the pillows and has her bottom sticking up high in the air like Mommy likes and wants it to be… then as the sound of the belt smashes across her bed… she jumps in fear and bawlssssssssssss

Mommy: After this, I’ll sign your note for Mrs. Wilson, Maddie.

Madison: Yes Ma’am.  Water works are full power.

Mommy: Madison, back in position unless you want extras.

Madison slides back to where her Mommy wants her

Mommy stands off to her daughter’s side, lies the belt cross Madison’s still blazing bum

Mommy: Remember I said this is going to hurt.

Madison: Yes, Mommy.

Mommy raises the belt high in the air, with both hands, and slams it down across the middle of both cheeks

SPPPPPPLLLLLLLLAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

Madison SCREAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AND CRIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS LOUDLYYYYYYYYYY

Madison  stays in position and bites the pillow and then buries my face in the pillows and continues to cry

Mommy: Okay Maddie; lie there as long as you need, then finish your sentences

Madison: Yesssssssssssssss Mommmyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Mommy: and come downstairs and eat your supper

Madison continues to cry and can't move far

Madison: Yes Ma’am Mommy.

Mommy reaches down and rubs your back

Madison criesssssssssss sobbing and screaming finally walks back over to my chair sits carefully screaming and whincing as her bare bottom makes contact with the hard wooden chair… then shakingly more so than before begins to write her sentences

29. I will not stick out my tongue at another pupil because it is rude, crude and socially unacceptable

33. I will not stick out my tongue at another pupil because it is rude, crude and socially unacceptable

 42. I will not stick out my tongue at another pupil because it is rude, crude and socially unacceptable

48. I will not stick out my tongue at another pupil because it is rude, crude and socially unacceptable

 49. I will not stick out my tongue at another pupil because it is rude, crude and socially unacceptable

50. I will not stick out my tongue at another pupil because it is rude, crude and socially unacceptable

Madison had completed her sentences and though the writing was not the best ever, she knew her teacher would accept the sentences when her Mommy replied about the blistering she had gotten.

Mommy signed the note and handed it back to Madison

Madison put it back in her back pack then headed down for supper

Madison ate all her food even though she hated brussel sprouts but didn't want any more discipline from her Mommy tonight

After supper was over Mommy scooped Madison in her arms and told her she loved her so much and besides the fact if the child was trying to get too big for her britches that she would make sure that she stayed the age of the size of the britches... then she hugged and kissed on Madison and rubbed her back.  She helped her get ready for bed and it wasn't long that Madison was on her belly and sound asleep... apparently Madison had cried for so long that she couldn't fight her sleep tonight!

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.