The Girl, The Sandals, & The Ping-Pong Paddle

Maureen O'Malley had made the poor decision to argue with her mother over a pair of sandals she wanted. Her mother left her to find a more appropriate pair and when she returned to find Maureen still sulking over the ones she had rejected, she announced for the everyone in the vicinity that Maureen was in need of a spanking as soon as they got home. Mrs. O'Malley had then grabbed hold of Maureen's ear and escorted her out of the shoe store and straight to the car in the parking lot. The sight was nearly comical, watching a grown woman being escorted out in such a way, especially with Maureen saying things like, "Please no mother!" and "I'm sorry! Please don't!" Of course, you must understand this was a small town and its very doubtful that there was anyone in the shoe store and probably the whole shopping center that didn't at least know of the O'Malley's. In small towns like this people just don't interfere in family scene's like this one. Stand and stare, certainly. Interfere, no way.

When Mrs. O'Malley reached the car with her daughter in tow, she popped the trunk and said, "All of it, in there, Now!"

"Mother please there's people!" Maureen whined looking around seeing that they were far from alone. It was probably one of the busiest shopping centers in the town because it housed a cineplex as well as a Target and Krogers.

Mrs. O'Malley was not amused and wouldn't have cared if there had been a police officer standing behind her. She reached into the trunk and picked up a ping-pong paddle she kept in there for moments just like this one. "You want to argue some more?" She asked rhetorically while pointing the paddle at Maureen.

"No, Ma'am." Maureen whimpered and then did as she was expected. Less than two minutes later the trunk slammed shut and Maureen was naked for all the world to see. Several people were watching this scene pretending, of course, not to be.

"Touch your toes and count them out nice and loud, young lady." Mrs. O'Malley ordered loud enough to capture the attention of anyone who hadn't already noticed the spectacle.

Maureen, blushing profusely, did what she was told and bent over touching her toes. The first swat came almost instantly. "One!" She shouted out. In total Maureen received 21 swats. Each followed within a few seconds of her count of the previous. When it was over Mrs. O'Malley placed her trembling and crying daughter in the back seat of the car while their audience applauded. One woman remarked to Mrs. O'Malley, "Its nice to see someone still knows how to discipline a teenage attitude problem."

Mrs. O'Malley still had a bit of shopping to do so she left her recently spanked and still naked daughter in the car while she went off to take care of it. Maureen squirmed uncomfortably in the seat, painfully aware that she was still quite visible to the outside world. While she found the situation humiliating she also got quite a thrill from it. As far as she knew her mother had no idea that she purposely misbehaved from time to time on these shopping trips just so she could end up like this.

Today however, was not going to play out exactly as Maureen expected. Mrs. O'Malley had returned to the shoe store and approached the manager, a friend and neighbor. "Mr. Olsen I'm am terribly sorry for that dreadfult scene. Sometimes I just don't know what gets into that girls head."

"Oh no think nothing of it. Besides, if anyone is owed an apology, it'd be Christy there." Mr, Olsen replied graciously. Did he expect Mrs. O'Malley's reaction to that piece of information or was it the innocent remark that it sounded like?

"Whatever do you mean, Mr. Olsen?" Mrs. O'Malley was blushing now. She was thoroughly embarassed at the thought of her daughter taking an attitude with one of Mr. Olsen's employees.

"Well I didn't catch all of it but, I believe she used some rather derogatory terms toward her when she offered to help her find something that you would deem more appropriate." Mr. Olsen was very calm and polite as he spoke.

"I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from her. Please forgive me as I am likely to disrupt your business for a few more minutes. Maureen is going to learn a lesson in respect this day I pray she'll never forget." Mrs. O'Malley was not in mood to be messed with but, she tried to calm herself as she quickly approached the girl Christy to confirm what Mr. Olsen had just told her.

"Yes ma'am she was very rude but, its okay I forgive her." Christy responded to Mrs. O'Malley's inquiry.

"Oh I couldn't repeat what she said. No ma'am I'm not allowed to talk like that. Why my mother would soap my mouth if she even suspected I was thinking something like that." Christy was a clearly younger than Maureen, probably only 15 or 16 years old. The girl was obviously level headed and polite so, it should come as no surprise that Mrs. O'Malley took an instant liking to the girl.

Mrs. O'Malley took a few moments and explained to the girl how she felt Maureen would best learn that her rude behavior was simply unacceptable. Christy was clearly uneasy about the request and reluctantly agreed only after Mr. Olsen spoke up and told her, "Its only fair."

It had been about 20 minutes since Maureen had been deposited into the backseat of the car. Just long enough for her stop squirming in her seat and begin to bask in her love, hate relationship with her forced exposure. Naturally, she was very surpised when the car door opened and her mother order her out of the car. Maureen while surprised, knew better than to give her mother any more resistance than she already had today. Her mother's hairbrush spanking were notoriously long and painful events and she was very much aware one of those was already waiting for her at home. She would have asked what was going on but, the look in her mother's eye told her to shut up and do as she was told.

Mrs. O'Malley was pleased to see her daughter was still holding the paddle as she had been told. She decided it would be best to take it away before she began escorting her daughter back to the shoe store. Maureen look terrified when her mother took the paddle away from her. She clearly expected to be paddled again right there. Mrs. O'Malley recognized her daughter's look and thought to herself, 'You aren't going to be that lucky, little girl.'

Paddle firmly in her left hand, Mrs. O'Malley closed the car door and grabbed hold of Maureen's ear again. This time, much to Mrs. O'Malley's surprise, there was no begging or pulling away. Instead, Mrs O'Malley tugged and Maureen followed.

After only a few steps Maureen was well aware they were headed back to the shoe store. Her coherent thoughts were along the lines of, 'Oh, God. Mother knows what I said to Christy.' Maureen's less than coherent thoughts rambled around the idea of what her mother might do to her and dealing with her acute awareness of being physically exposed to the entire world. Her worries were obviously well founded however, they were also pointless as her immediate future was no longer under her control and no amount of worring was going to change that fact.

Humiliatingly dragged into the shoe store, Maureen found herself face to face with Christy. Christy sat down on one of the benches used to try on shoes. Instantly Maureen knew what was about to happen. She was certain she would never live this down as her mother said, "Get over Christy's knee and don't make me tell you again!"

Maureen couldn't help but start sobbing as she placed herself over the younger girls lap. Her mind went numb and all thoughts left. She was trapped in the moment, laying over this girls lap waiting to be publicly spanked. While it was scarcely more than a few seconds before her mother handed the paddle to Christy and the spanks began, Maureen's sense of time stretched each second into a minute.

Smack! "oof. One!" Smack! "Oh! Two!" Smack! "Ah! Three!" Smack! "Ah! Ah! Four!" Smack! "Ah! Oh! Five!" Smack! "Oh! Oh! Six!" Smack! "NO! Oh! Seven!" Smack! "Ah! No! Oh! Eight!" Smack! "No! Oh! Oh! Nine!" Smack! "Noooo! Ah! Oh! Ten!"

The sounds of Christy spanking and Maureen counting had caught the attention of five or six mothers shopping nearby. Upon discovering what was happening, the mother's gathered their teenage children to watch as an example of what could happen if they didn't behave. Christy was very much aware of the audience and determined to do her best with the ping-pong paddle. Maureen was oblivious to the audience and the profound impact her position was having on the teenagers behind her.

Smack! "Noooo! No! Oh! Eleven!" Smack! "Owiee! Nooo! Twelve!" Smack! "Oooh! Oooh! Thirteen!" Smack! "Nooooo! Oh! Ah! Oh! Fourteen!" Smack! "No! No! Nooooo! Fifteen!" Smack! "Pleeeease! Noooo! Sixteen!" Smack! "Ooooh! Pleeeease! Noooo! Seventeen!" Smack! "Oooooh! I'M SOOORRY!" Sniff, sniff. "Eighteen!" Smack! "Oooh! Ahhh! OOOOh! Nineteen!" Smack! "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Sniff, sniff, sniff. "Oh! Twenty!" SMACK! "WoooooooooooooooW! Oooooooooh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Twenty-one!"

Maureen was sobbing steadily. Christy had focused the spanks on the very tender flesh where the buttock meets the thigh, alternating left to right but never striking anywhere else. The nearby audience of mother's gave Christy a round of applause for a job well done. After a few moments Mrs. O'Malley pulled her contrite daughter to her feet and taking the paddle back from Christy, escorted the sobbing girl back to the car.

Maureen was completely unaware of the on-lookers, who were clearly enjoying the sight of a naked, freshly spanked, young woman marching by. Sitting in the car was infinately more painful this time around. If Maureen had a mirror she would have seen that her discomfort was a direct result of two large bruises on her lower buttocks. She squirmed in the car the entire time her mother was gone shopping. She no longer found any thrill in her exposure while she waited. She couldn't decide if she wanted her mother to hurry up or take longer. Sitting in the car was unbearable but, there was the little matter of an appointment with her mother's hairbrush at home.

Mrs. O'Malley spent about an hour finishing up her shopping while Maureen waited in the car. As she started the car and prepared to drive them home she noticed Maureen was still squirming. She was secretly very pleased with that fact and had a slight smile on her face as she pulled out of the shopping center headed for home.

"I'll expect you to fetch the hairbrush and wait in my drawing room the moment we get home, Maureen."

"Yes ma'am."