Poetic Justice for Leah

“I’ll FUCKING do it a SECOND! JEEZ!!”
Leah screamed this at her mom.
What a giddy thrill to hear herself
Exploding, like a bomb!

She was an adult now, after all!
Had she not just turned eighteen?!
And there was NO place now for a NAGGING mom
In her womanly routine!

Now that she had finally made it clear
How things were going to be
Leah glared and waited for her mom to
Apologetically agree.

But the steely clench in her mother’s jaw
Made the girl alarmed somehow.
Leah guessed she’d play it safe:
“Fine! O-KAY-EE! I’m DOING it right now!”

“No, Leah,” said her mom. “Since you’re so
CERTAIN there’s no rush,
I believe I’ll stroll downstairs and fetch
My old friend, the oak HAIRBRUSH.”

Huh. My hair isn’t messy, and neither is hers...
Leah felt her blood run cold.
She wouldn’t. She COULDN’T!
I'm EIGHTEEN dang years old!!

She hadn’t been (gulp)…SPANKED, since she was probably TWELVE!
She had assumed that was WELL off the table!
But the woman staring down at her now
Seemed ready. And willing. And ABLE!

“Oh my gosh, ha, ha, ha!
Mom, your point is TAKEN!
I admit now that my choice of tone
May have been somewhat mistaken.

It’s just that I get FRUSTRATED
When you treat me like a KID!
So you can kinda understand,
Mom, why I snapped the way I did.

But I get it now, I do.
I don’t always need to know the ‘why’.
And as I said before to you,
I’m now happy to comply.”

“Oh yes, you WILL, little girl.
But I think that you will find
That you will NOW be doing so
With quite a sore behind!”

From her face down to her chest
Leah flushed a dark beet red.
She knew the boys were right downstairs
And must have heard what Mom just said!

But it was clear that her mother didn’t care a whit
For a naughty girl’s precious pride
And after what her mom said next
Leah wished she could have died:

“I’m going to nip your attitude RIGHT in the bud
In the surest way I’ve found
For a girl like yourself, who’s too big for her britches:
I’m going to have you PULL THEM DOWN!”

Tears streamed down Leah’s cheeks
This was no nightmare; it was real!
Desperately she searched her mind
For some plausible appeal.

“Oh, Mommy, NO!
I do accept all your critiques,
But please, could you not, just this once,
Instead ground me for two weeks?”

“A good idea, young lady!
In fact, we’ll make it THREE!
But for right this minute, Little Miss
You’ll bend RIGHT across my knee!

The now softly crying girl
Tried to clear her mind.
Though a spanking now seemed certain
She might still guard her behind.

“I’m really sorry, Mommy.
I’ve been a little brat.
I DESERVE to get my rear-end smacked
I won’t even argue that.

But to be SPANKED, wearing just my PANTIES!?
At EIGHTEEN?! I’ll die from shame!!
But if you paddle me HARD, on the seat of my jeans,
Won't that really be the same?”

Mom TRIED not to laugh at her daughter.
A loud snort was the best she could do.
“Oh little girl, I’m afraid that you’ve REALLY
Misunderstood what I've been telling you!

Yes, you COULD have spoken to me like an adult.
But you’ve certainly missed THAT chance!
And in THIS house, a foul-mouthed LITTLE GIRL
Will always lose her UNDERPANTS!

See, once you’ve had to offer up
Your naked bottom for my brush,
I believe that you’ll be MUCH more likely
The next time just to HUSH!”

“Wanh hanh hah! I’m sorry, Mommy!
Please, Mom, PLEASE not bare!
You can spank me, AND ground me, for the rest of my life!
Just let me keep my underwear!!”

“Your below-the-waist nudity’s NOT optional, Leah.
You better get THAT through your head.
But, if you would rather my hairbrush not smack your rear,
I will let you choose the BELT instead!

Now, unfasten your pants. MOVE, I said!
I’m done arguing with you.
I want your jeans pulled down, ALL the WAY,
And those little PANTIES too!”

“Mommy, PLEASE!” Leah croaked.
As now her tears were flowing.
“Dan and his friend are RIGHT DOWNSTAIRS!
Just think what I’ll be SHOWING!”

“No, YOU’RE the one who should have thought before
Of your brother and poor Lou!
Before you threw a tantrum like a THREE YEAR-OLD!
Screaming herself BLUE!

And since you didn’t seem to mind
The boys hear you lose all sense,
You’ve not much right now to insist
They miss the consequence!

So, LEAH, I will count to FIVE;
if I don’t see that FANNY,
Then I will spank you downstairs, in the den,
Right in front of Lou and Danny!

Your naked bottom’s turning red, my girl.
If you want to fight, so be it!
But the only thing YOU will decide
Is if the boys will hear or SEE it!

Now we are THROUGH with this discussion!
I want those pants DOWN! One! Two! THREE!!
Good, yes, down below your knees.
Point that pale behind at me!

Well, THERE we are! SO much better!
Than how you looked when you were SCREAMING!
Yes, I MUCH prefer this look for you:
Bare-bottomed, with tears streaming!

I’m off to grab that hairbrush now.
I’ll admit to butterflies this time!
Can I still redden those thighs and that naked rear-end
The way I could back in my prime?

And, by the way, when I am FINALLY through,
You mouth will open wide
For my slippery fingers and a nice soapy rag
So I can scrub the whole inside!

Oh, those baby girl tears mean nothing to me,
Leah, you might just as well cut it out.
Cause what I’m about to give you, little Miss Thing
Will be well worth crying ABOUT!”