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The Furniture Store
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
Beth was eight years old, and full of energy, and excited about
shopping for furniture. Every store that she and mom shopped
at that day, had bunk beds to climb, and rocking chairs to try
out, drawers to open, and nooks and crannies to explore. As
the day wore on, and her mom got more frustrated and tired, Beth
seemed to become more energized, and by the time they reached
Hanson's Furniture and Bedding Shop, Beth knew the routine.
First they wandered up and down the aisles of furniture, as her
mom held her hand and explained what she was looking for to the
salesman, then they would sit on a couch, and discuss price, size,
and delivery options. This was Beth's chance to wander away to
test out the bunk beds. At Monatana Furniture store, a salesman
had even opened up a sofa bed and told her to "hop aboard." At
Willards, a salesman had given her a sample book of fabrics and
placed the huge book on her lap, which was very entertaining.
Here at Hanson's the mood was a bit different, and when she started
climbing up the bunk bed ladder, she heard the salesman say something
about safety and dirty shoes.
When mom told her to behave, Beth climbed back off the bunk bed,
and wandered over toward the recliners. As an interested inquisitive
shopper, she wanted to see how these opened. At Milbury Furniture,
the salesman had even showed her which button to push on the remote
to make a chair vibrate!
Beth climbed into the chair, and started pushing buttons. She
heard the salesman sigh as he looked her way, just as the chair
leaned back. Beth stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, pretending
to be asleep. She fully expected to hear the salesman remark
how cute she looked as she remained still, pretending to be sound
sleep.
After about one minute of silence, Beth peeked out from beneath
her eyelids, and saw her mother checking under the sofa cushions
while the salesman wrote on his clipboard. Deciding that asking
this particular salesman to show her which button closed the chair
might be considered interrupting, Beth just climbed out of the
chair, going right over the back. Unfortunately, she hadn't figured
her weight would topple the chair, and it flipped backwards like
a see-saw.
Though nothing broke, and really, it wasn't such a big deal, somehow
it seemed like a really big deal at the time, because Beth's mother
was picking her up and smacking her bottom through her jeans,
it seemed, before the back of the chair had even smacked into
the floor!
"Just wait until I get you home, young lady."
Beth could have sworn she saw a smirk flitter across the salesman's
lips.
All the way home, Beth was lectured about her behavior while shopping.
She was told to walk straight into the house and directly into
the bathroom for her bath, and then after her spanking she would
be put straight to bed.
Beth dawdled in the bathtub, washing her arms twice, and running
the wash cloth between each toe, as if somehow, being extra clean
meant being extra good. She fantasized that mom might check between
her toes and say "This was all a test to see if you are a good
girl. Since you have no toe lint, you obviously are a very good
washer, a good girl, and won't need your bottom spanked tonight!"
By the time that Beth was in her nightgown, and under covers,
waiting for mom to visit and say goodnight, she was certain that
the threat of a spanking, was just that, a threat. Then her mom
walked into her room, and she was holding a wooden hairbrush.
Mom sat down on the bed and explained that just a hand spanking
was not going to teach her a lesson. Tonight, before bed, she
was going to get a good blistering with a hairbrush, just like
she had gotten from grandma, when she was a very naughty little
girl. Mom explained that kicking and crying and begging would
only delay things, and that she expected her to behave during
her spanking. Somehow, more than anything, Beth wanted to be
good and have this day over with, so she climbed out of bed, and
placed herself across her mother's lap.
She felt her night gown getting lifted, and her panties being
lowered. Nothing prepared her though, for that first smack from
the hairbrush. As the swats rained down, Beth kicked with all
her strength, and cried out "No, Mommy no! It hurts, please ..oh
..no! Owwwwww" The hairbrush stung, and thumped and turned
her vision to nothing but white searing pain. Tears sprang from
her eyes, and her fingers clutched at her mother's leg with fright.
She didn't know if she could be a good girl during this spanking!
Her mother held her tighter around the middle with one arm,
and didn't finish until every inch of her behind was pulsing and
sore. Then, suddenly it was over, and Beth felt her mother's
hand gently rubbing her bottom. It was over.
"Now now, it's all over. There there. I know you are sorry."
Beth found herself in her mother's arms, being rocked like a baby.
Then, before she knew what was happening, she was tucked into
her bed. As she drifted off to sleep with her eyes already closed,
she heard her mother say, "My good girl is so cute."
She felt the tickle of a kiss on her forehead.
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