She takes her punishment

Betsie followed Mrs Johnson into her dining room. Mrs Johnson pulled out a chair and sat facing Betsie. Mrs Johnson slapped her lap. Betsie gave a confused look. "Come on missy, time for your punishment." She slapped her lap again to emphasise the point.

"What?!"

"We'll start with your punishment."

"Bu-but not even my mum spanks me."

"Well maybe she should start. Anyway, if you are not draped over my lap in the next 10 seconds then the smacks will be on your bare cheeks."

"No you can't."

"I most certainly can." Sensing Betsie's **** Mrs Johnson added, "Or do I need to call your friend?"

Mrs Johnson watched the fire slowly go out of Betsie's eyes. Betsie knew she was beaten. Lexi would make her do it, punish her for not doing it and then embarrass her further. She made her way across the room, her feet feeling like lead. For once Betsie wished Lexi was controlling her; it was a lot harder when it was under her own steam. Her eyes were fix to the floor as her face turned redder with every step. Betsie lay across Mrs Johnson's lap and waited.

Mrs Johnson made Betsie wait. She was savouring the moment, drawing it out for as long as possible. Finally she landed the first blow. Betsie's legs twitched but she remained silent, not wanting to give Mrs Johnson the satisfaction of hearing her cry. Mrs Johnson was disappointed by Betsie's reaction. She wanted to hear Betsie scream and beg for mercy. Still Mrs Johnson was not done, she had disciplined her children over the years and had plenty of tricks up her sleeve. "Now it's no good me disciplining you if you don't know why you are being disciplined. So every time a smack you I want you to say 'I'm sorry for my unruly behaviour.' Understand?"

"Yes." Came the reply through gritted teeth.

"Understand?"

"Yes Mrs Johnson."

"Good. Now let's put it to the test."

SMACK!

"I'm sorry for my unruly behaviour!" It took a lot of Betsie's will power not to move her hands to cover her ass, or move her fists into Mrs Johnson's face.

SMACK!

"I'm sorry for my unruly behaviour!"

SMACK!

"I'm sorry for my unruly behaviour!"

Mrs Johnson kept going until she heard Betsie start to break.

"Ow! I'm sorry for my unruly behaviour!" This time it was said faster and in a higher pitch.

SMACK!

"I'm sorry for my unruly behaviour!" Faster again.

SMACK!

"I'm sorry for my unruly behaviour!" This time Betsie squealed.

"I think that's enough for now, don't you?" Silence. "Don't you?"

"Yes Mrs Johnson." Betsie wanted this to be over.

"You can get off me now, unless you want some more." Mrs Johnson gave off a little chuckle. Betsie scrambled off of her lap and gave her ass a rub. "Okay, now that your punishment is over it's time you made amends. Follow me." Mrs Johnson stood and walked to the kitchen.