A strict life (for Megaman64)
 

Katie moved when the alarm rang. It was 7:00 AM in the morning and while she didn’t entered school until 9, she had some duties to do in the morbing. Mommy would come at 7:15 and she better be on her corner. But before, she had to fold her bed and get ready fopr her morning stay good spanking. This was something that happened since she was you ger. Her mom was caring and loving but she was very strict.

The girl moved out of the bed. Her blonde hair was about her little shoulders. She combed it and the. She folded her bed the best she could. She had to do it without leaving any spot bad folded. But she had to do it quickly. Katie looked at the clock. 7:12. She was a bit late today. She finished her bed and then opened her small box and picked a wooden paddle. It was her default morning spanking tool. Her mom could chamge it for something worse of course, but she hoped not.

Then she lowered the flap of her cute pink onesie, revealing her pale botto
. Finally, she went to the corner and stood there, nose in the corner, hands on her back, holding the paddle, waiting for mommy.

Amy Rose, a 35 year old office lady with long blond with pretty blue eyes and a nice hair glass figure with D cup beast before her brown suit. A single mother with drying but strict nature thanks to the fire bottom law were she gave punishment to her daugter two times excusing misbaves. But she loves her little girl and want what's best.

She than enter the bedtime to see her cite little girl in her aboblable onesie with her quite chubby extra cute bottom sticking out of the dropseat window. "Moring, Sweetie." She greeted.

From the corner, without turning, Katie heard her mommy coming in. She knew that mommy was going to examine her bed and that would probably determine the final tool and the amount of hits. She hated being spanked and having to submit. However all kids were the same, all were spanked often in that town.

“Good morning mommy” she said, not aware that the bed was folded but the edges were bad. About 5 spots could be seen where the folding weren’t perfect.

Amy see the mess on the bed shook her head in disponyltment at the rush work.

. 'Katie, we talk about rushing things. You know the penalty for a poor job." She said softly yet sternly while patting the bare bike if her daugter.

Katie then turned and nodded, after seeing the mess. She had ger pillow bad placed and also some spots were badly done. In total there were 5 spits. She was then going to get 15 with the paddle and then 5 with another implement.

“What should I pick as the second implement, Mama?” She said sadly. “And in what position will I get them?”

"You will get the cane for it. For the cane you bend over the bed and for the paddle over my lap." She said as she sattijg down and patted her lap. "Let's start with the paddle first."

The cane! The day was awful from the beggining. She dreaded the cane and, for a moment, her legs trembled. She didn’t want a caning for that. She hesitated, she could try to fight back. But no, it was going to be futile. It was going to be a silly thing, after all, she was going to get it worae ig she dared to fight back.

Katie walked towards her mommy and handed the wooden flat paddle to her, in silence. Then she placed over mommy’s lap and she closed her eyes in anticipation.

"Good girl." She smiled a bit at her bravely as she helped lead her over the lap as she patted the paddle on these fat cheeks. "Remeber this is to help you learn." She said before raising the paddle and smack ot across these boncy cheeks and leave a pink mark on them.

Katie nodded. Her mom always told her that it was for her own good. No matter how much it huet, mommy always told her that it was necessary. Katie even had forhotten to refer to her discipline as spankings. She had to call them owwies.

“I know Mama” she said simply and then when the first hit came she squirmed, trying to hold her temper and not to cry. But the flash of pain did sting!

"It's OK to cry, Dear." She xomfort a bit as she landed another hard wreck across the jiggly bum as it soon start to rain down each painful smack.