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 Natalie was a beautiful young lady, bursting with happiness and just
budding into maturity.  At just a day over eighteen, she felt as if, and
knew it truly, that the world was hers.

   It was a bright, cheerful, bird-singing day.  Natalie sighed as she
streached herself awake.  She knew for the hundredth day in a row that
today would be the best day of her life.d The heavy cloth of the comforter
sent shock waves through Natalie's body as it pressed firmly down on her
breasts.  She let out a slight moan of pleasure.  Did she really have to
get up?  Unwittingly she felt her hand sneak torwards her pubic mound. 
"No", she muttered checking herself, and then with a deep yawn, "too
early."

   Natalie Marie Porter flushed slightly as she climbed, nude, out of bed
and into full view of her bedroom's bay window.  It was not as if anyone
could see her.  She and her mother lived alone in the dreary old mansion on
its extensive aged grounds.  Blushing again, she spread her arms wide and
through back her head.  If any of the birds and squirrels wanted to see
her, now was its chance.  She waited a moment and the opened her eyes.  To
her surprise, one bird, a sparrow, had actually alighted on the windowsill
during her lapse, but its mind was intent on a worm.

   Natalie dressed quickly in a knit blouse and skirt.  Just as she exited
her wing, she heard the impatiant bonging of the old grandfather clock. 
Curses!  She would miss her nine'oclock meal by a minute or two.  BONG BONG
BONG - BONG BONG BONG - BONG BONG BONG the ancient timepiece let out with
jubilant precision.  Then to Natalie's astonishment, it let out another.

   "Well I never!" She laughed as she bounced with childlike happiness into
the diningroom where her mother was seated.  "Did you hear it mom?  The
stupid old clock rang an extra time!" "I didn't hear an extra tone." Her
mother said slowly.  "You didn't?" For the first time, Natalie became awre
of the grim expression on her mother's face.  "Mom?""No, I think it rang
just the RIGHT number of times." Mrs.  Porter went on testily.  "You mean
that...you mean that..." "You're late Natalie.  Very late!" "Oh!  I'm sorry
mom!  I don't know what happened!  I-i-i I guess I overslept." She
stammered sheepishly.  Then she looked back at her mother and made another
realization.  Mrs.  Ported was sitting in a armless, straight-backed chair,
and there was a cane on her lap.

   "Natalie Marie get over here this minute!" Her mother snapped.  Natalie
was slightly taken aback.  "Okay mom!  I'm sorry!  Really!" Mrs.  Porter
just watched impassivly.  "Remove your skirt and stand to my left!" Natalie
rushed to obey.  The last time she had gotten this kind of parental
correction was years ago, and she certainly didn't want to incur any undue
wrath!  "Natalie, I believe you know what is about to happen." Her mother
began in a strict tone.  Natalie nodded her head warily.  "Good.  Pull down
you panties and lay over my knee." Blushingly Natalie complied.  The
position was much more uncomfortable than she had expected.  Mrs.  Porter
raised her hand.  "I think it's about time we begin!"

   "Yowch!" Natalie screamed as her mother's palm inmacted at full force.
She struggled to stand but it was no use.

   SPANK SLAP SPANK SMACK SPANK SLAP SMACK SPLAT SWAT SPANK SMACK SPLAT
SPANK SPANK CRACK SPANK SPLAT CRACK SMACK SMACK

   Tears poured down Natalie's cheeks as her moth kept up the relentless
punishment.  God she wished it would stop!  She knew that she deserved it
but God why did it have to be like this?

   Emma Porter continued the punishment for about five minuets.  The she
abuptly she stopped.  "Stand!" She commanded her daughter.  Quivering,
Natalie stood to face her spanker.  Her panties, long since forgotten, lay
in a far off pile.  Blubbering slightly, Natalie tried to wipe away her
tears away on her sleeves.  Her hair was in a just-spanked frenzie.  "You
can dry your eyes with it AFTER you take it off Natalie!" The stricken girl
choked.  "Mom?" "What!  Have you forgotten the canning already?" Natalie
fell to her knees sobbing.  "Please!  Mommy!" In reply, Mrs.  Porter
retrieved the implement from where it had fallen.  "Over the chair!" She
directed.

   Natalie carefully removed the rest of her modesty and climbed onto the
chair.  Here she knelt, her hands clasping the side of the heavy wooden
backing.  Emma stepped to her daughter's side and raised the cane.  "I see
you have been maturing." Natalie's cheeks turned pink as she looked down at
her breasts as they hung over the chair.  "Ya." Mrs.  Porter smiled.  "Then
you can take you punishment like a woman!  Don't even think abount moving!"

   Natalie flinched as the first blow impacted on her behing.  SWISH the
cane sliced through the air and detonated on Natalie's bottom.  Still, she
managed to hold her ground.

   Emma delivered another fifteen blows befire stopping.  "Do you think you
have learned your lesson Natalie?" The girl nodded slowly in response. 
"Look at me Natalie." The girl turned and was shocked by what she saw. 
Tears were freely flowing from her mother's now compassionate eyes.  "Oh
mommy!  I'm so so sorry!" Natalie flung herself into the awaiting arms. 
Emma locked her in a hug.  "It's alright Natalie.  I love you!"

   NATALIE STORIES TO BE CONTINUED...




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