Not sick!

"You lying little brat, this thermometer says your fine! Come here!"

With that Jessica walked over to her mother slowly still beat red from the test she'd just been **** to perform that had proved her guilt.

"Daddy would of believed me!" she cried.

"Well I'm not Daddy!" her mother said pulling Jessica over her lap, taking Jessicas panties off her feet she threw them at the laundry bin. "You can do without these for the rest of the day if that is I let you wear panties any-more!"

Taking Jessica by the hair she dragged her over and lowered her onto her lap.

Jessica felt her skirt being raised and tucked in at the waistband to prevent it dropping then "SMACK!" went the loud sound as her mothers hand connected with Jessicas pale now reddening ass. "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK" went her mothers hand again and again and again. After 30 or so paddlings her mother stopped beating her. Wincing Jessica went to get up but was held firmly in place. Then she felt something cold being placed around her neck. Feeling what it was Jessica found it was a collar.

"As you won't behave as my daughter looks like I need to train you like my bitch" with that a small padlock was attached to the collar to prevent her taking it off and Jessica was allowed to climb off her mothers lap.

"Now where shall we start?" asked her mother.