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The Canyon (part 1/2)
Alyssa let out a loud sigh full
of eleven-year-old world-weariness.
"I'm soooo bored," she whined. "There's
nothing at all to do around here."
"We could go to the store," ventured
her best friend, Dana.
"I don't have any more money," sulked
Alyssa. "And we already took back all the bottles."
"We could go swimming."
"Just like every day for the
past three weeks. Can't we hang out at your house?" Dana's
mom worked, unlike Alyssa's, so the house was a kewl place to
play much of the time.
"Ericka's boyfriend is there." That
was all she needed to say. Ericka was Dana's sixteen-year-old
sister and the girls knew from hard experience not to cross
"How 'bout the canyon?"
Dana's last suggestion was met by expectant
silence. No need to mention that it wasn't allowed. Every kid
in the neighbourhood knew that. The canyon was full of sage
brush and rattlesnakes and steep washed-out paths that slid
straight to the bottom. It had been used as a naval test site
and was full of old shells and abandoned rusty metal pieces.
Even the most liberal parents didn't let their kids go down
there to play. Which of course explains why all of them did.
"What about my mom?" Alyssa looked
down, remembering the spanking she'd got the previous month
when she'd been caught going in the canyon. Her dad had taken
her over his knee, pulled down her jeans and panties and paddled
her bare bottom until it was bright red and she was sobbing
across his lap.
Plus she'd had to go to bed at 7
p.m., just like she was a baby.
"Tell her you're going to my house. We'll
go from there. C'mon, we can look for shell fossils. We won't
Alyssa thought about it a moment, weighing
the fear of getting caught with her desire to prowl their suburban
wild space. Dana didn't get spanked, so Alyssa was uncomfortable
about explaining her fears.
"You can be Laura." Dana knew she
had Alyssa with this final offer. She and her best friend had
been addicted to the 'Little House' books since they were seven.
Dana was offering the best role without any argument.
"Okay, let's do it!" Alyssa felt
a thrill at the promise of the forbidden. She got up to run
in the house and tell her mom she was heading to Dana's.
Alyssa's little sister, Sara, sat quietly
watching the older girls. At eight, she was pretty clear that
she'd be left behind without a certain amount of intervention.
So when the girls rose to go, she stood too.
"I'm coming too."
"Yeah, right, who says?" answered
"Like you get to say?"
"I'm going or I'm teeeeelling!"
Sara looked from one girl to the other with
a feeling of pride. She had them. They had to let her come or
abandon the trip. Dana and Alyssa gave each other a look of
"Okay, but if you ever tell . . ."
Alyssa let the threat hang in the air, reclaiming
her 'oldest and in-charge' position. Sara didn't care. She was
just happy to be going along at all.
Alyssa ran off and told her mom the girls
were going to Dana's and not to worry, they'd be home by dinner.
Her mom nodded and said:
Alyssa pounded back to her friend and sister,
waiting on the sidewalk.
"All right! We're set! Let's go!
The girls headed to Dana's house, packed some
water and provisions, which included a kitchen knife and a bottle
of water, and headed for the canyon.
The canyon was a kewl place, and time passed
really really fast. The girls found shotgun shells and smooth
"We should head back."
Something had pricked the skin in the back
of Alyssa's neck. Something that told her it was time to return
home, a feeling of something being not quite right.
"We have at least an hour." Dana
headed off as though taking a new canyon path.
"Please, Dana, I'm - I'm worried my mom
maybe called your house."
"You're such a baby." The heat and
dust were making the friends cranky.
Sara looked back and forth between the two
and picked a burr out of her sock.
"I wanna go back too," she said
suddenly, siding with her sister. "And that makes it two
Dana opened and closed her mouth, sighed dramatically,
then headed up the loose path toward the houses, the other two
girls following her. Suddenly Dana stopped.
"C'mon," whined Alyssa. "Just
"Shh! I think I hear your -"
"Alyyyyyssa! Saaaara! Answer me!"
"Omigod - it's my mom!"
The three girls froze, just at the rim of
the trail. If Sara and Alyssa's mom didn't come to the edge,
she wouldn't see them. But of course she did come.
"Alyssa! Sara! You get over here right
The girls hurried over as slowly as possible.
Alyssa gulped as she noticed the ruler in her mother's hand.
It was her mom's hard-wood teaching ruler, eighteen inches long
and an inch and a half wide. Sara and Alyssa's mom rarely spanked
the girls, saving that chore for their father. But this was
looking more like an exception.
Sara was the first to get within arms' way.
Her mom didn't waste a second, but grabbed Sara's arm and started
smacking her jean-clad bottom and legs as the eight-year-old
danced around her in a circle.
"How WHACK many WHACK times WHACK have
SMACK you WHACK been SMACK warned WHACK-SMACK about WHACK that
SMACK canyon CRACK??"
"Ow! Moooommmy! Wasn't my fault! Alyssa
made me go!"
"No, wait, Mom! Dana can tell you!"
Alyssa started her protests of innocence as her mother grasped
her shoulder and began leading her home, hurrying her with a
series of hard smacks to the seat of her shorts.
Alyssa flushed and tried not to cry out as
she realised the whole neighbourhood was witnessing her being
swatted and smacked on her bottom as though she were a naughty
five-year-old being led home, rather than a grown-up eleven.
"Pleease, ow! Mom! I'm sorry!"
"You're going to be a lot sorrier when
your father hears about this." Her mother pronounced that
sentence as she landed a last flurry of ruler smacks to Alyssa's
stinging seat as they stood on the porch outside the back door.
Their mother then pulled both girls inside the door then slammed
it. Alyssa felt a momentary relief at the privacy, then heart-thudding
fear as her mother took hold of her sister, yanked down the
girl's jeans and panties, sat down in a kitchen chair and pulled
her over her lap.
Sara started to struggle and kick, her ankles
bound by her bunched-up jeans and panties. The ruler came down
hard, painting her bottom red as Sara yelled then cried. When
the child was sobbing and had stopped protesting, her mother
stopped and set her on her feet. Alyssa expected her to get
a hug, that was the way things worked in their house. Instead,
her mom stripped off her filthy jeans, shoes, socks and finally
T-shirt, and threw the dirty clothes into the washer.
"Sara, you march right upstairs to my
bathroom and stand in the corner until we get there. Alyssa,
Alyssa watched as her naked and crying younger
sister ran out of the room rubbing her bright red bottom.
"Don't make me come get you. You come
Alyssa came over slowly, her hands over her
bottom, feeling the earlier stings of the ruler smacks. Her
mother didn't speak, but leaned over to grasp her daughter's
foot and removed one shoe and sock, then took the other. Alyssa
responded with irritation as she realised she was being undressed.
"Mommm!! Sheesh! Stop it! I can undress
With those words, Alyssa started to struggle,
only to find her mother tugging down then off both her shorts
and panties and finally pulling her by the ear across her lap.
The ruler began spanking a new lesson into her protesting bottom.
"I don't want to hear another word out
of you, young lady. Is that clear? We trusted you to
do as you promised." SMACK! "Now you'll find out the
consequences of disappointing and hurting us." SMACK! WHACK!
Despite biting her lip and focusing on the
fact she was too grown-up to get spanked, Alyssa quickly started
to whimper then cry as the spanking continued. When her mother
let her up, Alyssa began the rubbing and dancing hop of a spanked
little girl, far less concerned about her mother pulling off
her shirt, and standing naked in the kitchen, than with the
sting of her red bottom.
After depositing Alyssa's clothes in the washer,
her mother grasped her by her upper arm and led her upstairs,
hurrying her with a few smacks to the girl's tender bottom.
Before she had even recovered from her spanking, Alyssa found
herself standing naked, nose in the corner next to her still-sniffling
sister. Behind her she heard her mother turning on the taps
to run a bath in her parents' huge master tub. Despite being
larger than the average child's pool, taking a bath in their
parents' three-foot-deep tub was not a treat. It usually signalled
a serious washing and scrubbing, like on the Saturday before
Easter. Alyssa hadn't had to be washed by her mom since she
"Don't either of you move."
Alyssa squeezed her eyes shut and heard her
mom slamming open and closed drawers in their rooms. She reached
down to touch Sara, only to find Sara glaring at her. Alyssa
flushed, aware suddenly she was responsible for her younger
sister being in trouble. Still, both girls had already been
Their mother came back and turned off the
taps. She took hold of Sara, and led her into the tub. The girl
started crying again and stepped into the bath, standing in
the nearly waist-deep water.
"Ow! Mommi-e-e-e noo! It's too hot!"
SMACK! "It isn't. I tested it a minute
ago. Now you just stand still!"
Sara was lathered and washed with a cloth,
her nails scrubbed with the nail brush. Finally her hair was
washed and rinsed clean and she was lifted from the tub, towelled
dry and dressed in her clean pyjamas.
It was only then her mother began the lecture.
"Sara, you're old enough now to know
right from wrong, even if the other kids are doing bad things.
You knew you weren't supposed to go in that canyon, didn't you?"
There was a long pause as Sara slowly nodded.
"And you're going to be punished for
being a naughty girl. Come on."
Alyssa was left in the corner as her little
sister was led from the room, already crying. She felt bare
and dirty and alone. But also curious about the spanking her
sister was to get. Heart thudding, she left the bathroom and
padded through her parents' room, down the hall to the partly-opened
door outside her sister's. As she peeked in, she saw her mom
sitting on the bed, tugging her sister's PJs to the girl's knees.
One quick motion and Sara was bent across her mother's knees,
getting hand-spanked on her little bottom. As Alyssa watched,
the spanking seemed to go on and on, the older girl counting
fifty hard smacks. Then her mom stopped and held the little
girl across her knees as the child cried. Alyssa padded back
to the bathroom and corner as her mother comforted the child
and tucked her into bed without dinner.
Alyssa's heart was pounding fast and hard
as she tried to stand very still in the corner of the bathroom.
She heard her mother come in and pull the plug, draining the
bath. Still, neither the woman nor the girl said anything. Alyssa
took a deep breath. In a low voice she said,
"I'm sorry, Mom."
Silence. The tub was closed and water run
again. Alyssa felt her own sweat beading salty on her lip.
"We didn't go in so very far -"
WHACK! Alyssa shrieked in surprise as the
bath brush cracked down across her bottom.
"Don't - you - dare - try - to - make
- up - excuses - miss."
Ten hard smacks with the brush underlined
each word and Alyssa was again crying and twisting to get away.
Her mother firmly tucked the girl under her arm and, with sharp
quick smacks of the brush, turned her still-pink bottom red
again, ignoring the girl's kicks and pleas. She then led her
into the tub and began washing her vigorously, much to Alyssa's
Despite her quiet protests that she was able
to clean herself, Alyssa found herself washed in the same way
her younger sister had been, scrubbed vigorously from head to
toe, the bath brush used both to clean and ensure her quiet
compliance. Finally she was led out, dried and put in clean
At last her mother spoke. "Now, I'm going
to take you back to your room and give you a spanking with my
hand for acting like such a naughty little girl and not coming
when I called you."
With that, her mother led Alyssa back to her
room, moved the girl's desk chair to the middle of the room
and then sat on it. She took down the girl's fresh PJs and panties
and pulled her across her lap, legs dangling, damp hair brushing
"I'm really sorry, Mom!"
"Not as sorry as you're going to be,
And with that she began spanking her, just
with her hand, like a little girl. But the spanking went on
and on, and Alyssa found herself kicking and crying and pleading,
promising to be good. Her bottom turned from pink to red to
bright red, the spanking leaving white fingerprints which turned
to red and criss-crossed into each other.
Finally the spanking stopped. Her mother pulled
up her panties and PJs and hugged the sobbing Alyssa to her
breast, comforting the girl with soothing pats and tiny squeezes.
As she quieted, Alyssa began to look forward to her clean bed.
She thought of lying there and rubbing her sore bottom beneath
"Now you go stand in that corner until
your daddy calls you."
Alyssa's eyes filled with sudden fear and
new tears of betrayal.
"But . . . but you just spanked me!"
"For not coming when I called you. Your
daddy will have to be the one to punish you for disobeying him
again." As Alyssa started to protest, her mother finished
with, "Should I tell him you wouldn't obey me again now,
Alyssa wisely shut her mouth and went and
stood in the corner where her mom was pointing. A glance at
the clock on the way there told her that her father would be
home in less than an hour. Her mind went again to her last spanking,
the feeling of being across his lap and paddled hard. Fear and
something else caused her heart to tighten and beat faster.
He'd spank her harder this time. He always did when she did
the same thing again. Alyssa tried to swallow, feeling her mouth
go completely dry. But maybe because her mom had already spanked
her, her dad would let her off.
When she finally heard the car in the drive,
Alyssa cursed herself for ever going near the canyon.
[continued in part
2/2 . . .]
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