It was a spring afternoon in Milwaukee at the Cunningham household. Marion Cunningham was cleaning as she waited for Richie and Joanie to come home from school. As she was putting away some items, she happened to notice the hairbrush in one of the kitchen drawers. She thought to herself that it had been quite a while since it had been used. In fact, she thought to herself, it had been quite a while since a spanking of any kind had been given to either of her children. Ruefully, she thought, it showed. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car stopping in front of the house. Looking out the window, Marion saw Dolores Miller exit out of the car. Mrs. Miller owned a candy store that was near the school grounds. Just then, Marion noticed that there was another passenger in the car and when Mrs. Miller opened the passenger side door, Marion saw that it was her son, Richie, that was in the car and now, slowly, leaving the vehicle and walking toward the house with Mrs. Miller. Puzzled, Marion walked to the front door to let them both in. "Good afternoon, Dolores." greeted Marion, "Is everything ok?" Marion noticed that Richie was looking kind of pale. "Hello, Marion,.... unfortunately, no, everything is not ok." was Dolores' strangely sharp reply. "It so happens that I caught Richard stealing some candy this afternoon in my shop." Shocked, Marion's mouth opened in surprise as she looked at both Richie and Mrs. Miller. "I would have called the police, Marion, but I was so surprised at Richard taking the candy. I had always thought he was such a nice boy. I hope you know how serious this is." "I..I can't believe this. Richie, is this true? Did you steal some candy?" asked Marion to her white-looking son. "I didn't really mean to, mom,...." Marion interrupted, "Didn't mean to? What does that mean? What made you do it?" Richie stammered, "Potsie and Ralph kind of dared me, called me a goody-goody." "What!" You mean to tell me that you stole the candy just because they goaded you to do it? I thought you knew better than that, Richard Cunningham. What am I going to do with you, young man, take your allowance away forever?" Mrs. Miller interrupted, "Forgive me for butting in, Marion, but I am not sure that taking his allowance away is really the answer. I know if it was my son that was stealing, he would be having trouble sitting down." This time it was Richie's turn to be shocked. So much time had passed since he was last spanked, he had not thought of that possibility and still didn't think he would be spanked. But, Bobby Miller was in his class, was he still being spanked? "I haven't spanked Richie in quite a while, I have to admit. It seems I have been too lenient with him." replied Marion, as she remembered her thoughts just a few minutes ago. Richie glared at Mrs. Miller as he spoke up roughly, "You got to be kidding! I am too old to be spanked like a little kid!" Surprised and annoyed by Richie's attitude, Marion had made up her mind. "RICHARD CUNNINGHAM! That's quite enough, young man. Nobody's kidding here. Perhaps you don't realize the seriousness of what you did, but it's time you learned. And you are not too old to be spanked, as you are going to find out." Springing to her feet, Marion marched right over to Richie and grabbed his left wrist. Pulling him with her, she walked determinedly to the stool that was next to the divider between the kitchen and dining area. Richie wasn't very co-operative, however, and besides verbally protesting, was not making it easy for his mom to take him to the stool. "Richie, if I were you, I would not make it difficult for me or I will have to ask Mrs. Miller to help me out. Would you like that?" threatened Marion. This helped a little as Richie didn't fight as much. Sitting on the stool, Marion positioned Richie in front of her, with him facing her. Then she reached for Richie's belt buckle in order to undo it. That caused another reaction from Richie, as he tried to pull away. "No, not with my pants down, you can't do that!" he protested. "Oh I can't? We'll soon find out, won't we? You are not the one deciding your punishment and I am tired of you fighting me. I am going to tell you this once and only once. You are going to stand in front of me and not fight me while I get you ready or I am sure Mrs. Miller will help me and not only that, I am sure she would be willing to spank you as well after I am finished. Would you like that? Well, would you?" "N..No, oh, alright, I won't fight you." Still not liking Richie's tone of voice, Marion resumed the preparations for Richie's spanking. She would deal with his attitude soon enough. With Richie standing still, she undid his belt buckle and then unbuttoned his pants. Richie blushed as his mom slowly worked the zipper down. He was beginning to feel more childish as well as embarrassed. "Does Mrs. Miller have to watch? It's so embarrassing!" complained Richie, softer than before. "You stole from her, didn't you? She has the right to see you punished. It's embarrassing to know my son steals. It's still not too late for Mrs. Miller to spank you herself, remember that!" reminded Marion to her son. Tugging his pants down to his knees, Marion noticed how childish Richie looked. She was sure that Richie was feeling the same. Then she took Richie's wrist once again and guided him over to her right and pulled him slowly over her knees until his bottom was centered over her lap with Richie's arms and legs dangling helplessly on each side of her. Then, taking hold of the waistband of Richie's underpants, she started to pull them down. "NO! Please! Not with Mrs. Miller watching, can't you spank me with them up? Oh, please.....," Richie made one final effort to spare some embarrassment. "No, Richie, spankings are given on bare behinds. You should have thought of it when you were thinking of stealing. This is what you deserve and what you are going to get." With that, Marion quickly administered 10 hard spanks that caused Richie to gasp. Mrs. Miller once again interrupted as she was surprised at what she was seeing, "Marion, do you think your hand will be enough? At 15, I am not sure that it would impart a firm enough message on Richard. I hope you don't mind me asking." "You're quite right, Dolores. Don't worry, this is just a warmup. It's been such a while since Richie has found himself over my knee, I want to let his behind get a little used to being spanked. If you could, there's a hairbrush in a drawer in the kitchen. It's been quite a while since it has been used, but I am sure it still works well." "I'll be glad to get it...I find that there is nothing like the back of a wooden hairbrush, to get a youngster's attention." commented Mrs. Miller as she went to get the implement. Meanwhile, the handspanking continued at a slower pace. Richie's bottom, once white, was not getting increasingly redder and his gasps were now accompanied by "ouches" and "ohs". "No tears yet," thought Marion, "but that would change. I bet he is trying very hard to not cry." Mrs. Miller brought over the hairbrush to Marion. "Thanks, Dolores, let's see if this still works." Taking the hairbrush, Marion got a firmer grip on Richie with her left arm and hand, and began to spank Richie with the unforgiving brush. Both Marion and Dolores noticed the difference, as each spank brought a louder reaction from Richie as well as more movement as his legs kicked and his body twisted. "Stay still! It's a long drop from my lap. I don't want to hurt anything but your bottom. And if you kick too much, I'll have to use my right leg to keep them still, and you won't like that!" warned Marion. Richie's hope to remain stoic during his spanking waned, as the heat from the spanking built up. Soon, tears began to fall, causing a wet path on his cheeks, as spank after spank fell on his upturned behind. Marion spanked in no apparent pattern, but spread out the spanks, making sure no part of Richie's bottom was spared the hard hairbrush. "Please, mom, not so hard, I'll never do it again, please, OUCH!, stop!," pleaded Richie as he began to act like any well-spanked child. "I think I will stop when I decide to, not when you want me to. So, you think you are too old to spank, do you? From the sounds I am hearing, you are anything but too old to spank." scolded his mother. Just then, the front door opened, and Joanie walked in. "Hi....m...." her words of greeting were left unsaid, as she turned and saw what was happening. There was Mrs. Miller...but what she really saw and what really got her attention was the sight of her brother dangling over her mom's knees, his bottom red, and Richie crying hard. As well as her mom's arm in mid-air, about to bring another spank down on Richie's burning behind, when she was interrupted by Joanie's entrance. "Hello, Joanie, say hello to Mrs. Miller. Unfortunately, your brother has been very naughty and now must get his bottom spanked. Why don't you sit down on the couch and see what happens to naughty children." Joanie did so, somewhat mixed up. She was shocked by the sight of her teenaged brother being spanked and disturbed by her mom's words. Was spanking going to be more prevalent in their family now? She hoped not and she would be upset at Richie if what he did meant that Joanie would be getting spankings once again. It's been so long since the last one, she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted by the renewed spanking. The respite was welcomed by Richie but it also brought more embarrassment, to have his sister watch it all. But those thoughts were all too overwhelmed by what was happening to him. Soon, his tears changed to sobs as the hairbrush bit into his bottom. Watching intently, Mrs. Miller was getting more and more impressed with the spanking Richie was getting. She had her doubts on how effective any spanking that Marion gave would be. In fact, she had doubted that Marion would spank at all, and she was prepared to insist that she be allowed to punish Richie herself. But, she thought, that was no longer necessary. Bobby's sobs were getting louder and louder and finally he just laid there sobbing, giving up emotionally to the spanking, and accepting the punishment he was getting. Seeing that, Marion stopped the spanking, but kept Richie over her lap. "Well, young man, do you still think you are too old for a spanking?" Richie didn't answer and got a hard spank and a repeat of the question, to which he answered in the affirmative. "That's what I thought. Don't you even think of stealing anything again or you won't be able to sit down for a week, no matter how old you think you are. And I want your attitude to improve as well. It's obvious I have been too lenient, but that is going to change as of now. If you don't behave yourself, you will be finding yourself right as you are right now. Do you understand what I am saying?" Marion punctuated the question with five more hard spanks to Richie's already well-punished bottom. "Yes, mom," Richie replied, through his sobs. "And I will have a talk with Potsie's and Ralph's parents as well. Maybe they won't be sitting down too well either!" declared Marion. Just then, Marion noticed a smile on Joanie's face. "What do you find so funny, Joanie" I don't think a spanking is at all something to laugh at. Do you? Maybe you have forgotten what a spanking feels like, would you like to have a sample to remind you? What I said to Richie goes for you as well. You haven't been "Miss Perfect" yourself, young lady. I won't hesitate to turn you over my knee if you misbehave." Her mother's words burned Joanie's ears as she squirmed on the couch. Marion turned her attention to Richie once again as she resumed scolding Richie, mixing in spanks while she did so, keeping both Richie's bottom and ears red. Finally, his mom put down the hairbrush and took up Richie's underpants until they once again covered his bottom, now blazing red from the sound spanking. Richie found himself helped up from his mom's lap and once standing, rushed his hands to his behind, to try to relieve some of the pain from the awful spanking. "Oh no, you don't. Keep your hands away from your behind unless you want me to start again. I want you thing about what you did and what it got you." With that warning, Richie found himself being taken to the corner, each step of the way finding the hairbrush smacking his bottom. At the corner, Richie was made to stand completely in the corner, his nose touching the intersection of the two walls. He felt embarrassed and childish at the spectacle of being a 15 yr.old teenager, who had just been soundly spanked and now had to suffer the indignity of having to stand in the corner like an eight year old. It got worse, as he felt his underpants being grabbed and start to be lowered. He made the mistake of twisting away. "That's not a good idea, Richie." His mom's words stopped his movement, but it was too late. His underpants were once again lowered and his bottom was once again bare. Then, suddenly, he felt the burning impact of the hairbrush as his mom gave Richie 20 hard spanks that caused Richie to sob once again. Then, the spanking over, he was told to hold his shirt up in the back and not to turn around or to rub. Meanwhile, Mrs. Miller got up, impressed with Marion's spanking prowess. She felt bad for Richie, but she thought it was important that Richie be taught a lesson about stealing. As they walked to the door, Marion spoke to Mrs. Miller, "Thanks, Dolores, for not calling the police, I don't think this will happen again." Mrs. Miller turned to Marion and replied, "I am sure it won't. I have always found Richard to be quite charming and a gentleman as well. I was really surprised and dismayed at what he did, but I didn't want any bad marks on his record. I don't think he will want to do it again." After Mrs. Miller left, Marion walked back to the dining room where Richie remained facing the wall, still crying. Joanie was standing there, unsure what to do next. She soon found out. Her mom walked up to her. "By the way, Joanie, I seem to remember telling you to make your bed this morning...did you?" Joanie paled as she realized she failed to do so, despite being asked to. "No mom, I forgot. I'll do it right now, I'm sorry," "Oh, I am sure you will do it right now, I have no doubt of that. But I think a little reminder right now will help you remember in the future. That, and we will have another discussion at bedtime." With that, Joanie felt herself being pulled off the couch and being bent over her mother's left arm. Next she felt her skirt being pulled up and her panties being pulled down. That was followed by 20 sharp smacks with her mom's hand, leaving her behind stinging and Joanie crying. Letting her skirt fall back down, she was sent running to her room with one final smack to the seat of her skirt.