Swearing on the coach

The ‘mum’ I refer to in this story is not my biological mother – she was actually a friend of mine in high school who sort of took me ‘under her wing’.

We were on the big coach on our way for our school music department’s annual music tour. This year, we were going to have fun – I had many more friends than last year, and I had my mum there with me.

My friend Jen and I were sitting at the back of the bus. My mum and Ray were sitting in the two seats ahead of us. Things were going pretty well until Jen and I started getting a little bit hyper. We started swearing about every second word.

My mum isn’t one to be hypocritical so at first she didn’t say anything and just figured that we’d calm down soon enough. Boy, was she wrong! Jen and I continued like that until the next rest stop.

I decided that I was going to get off and get a Diet Pepsi. But my mum had other plans – she sent Ray and Jen off to get the pop so that we could be alone for a few minutes.

She came and sat next to me. “Sweetie, I know you’re just having fun and you’re excited but there’s no need for that kind of language, OK?” “OK, mum –sorry.” “It’s OK but consider yourself warned. Next time, you’ll be over my lap! Got it?” “Yes ma’am,” I mumbled.

My mum had never really spanked me. I mean, yeah, sure she’d swat my backside sometimes to get my attention. And she even slapped my face lightly from time to time – but never a real spanking, so the warning really didn’t click in too much.

When Jen got back on the bus, we just kind of relaxed for a bit and acted pretty mellow. But about 15 minutes later we were back to our old selves again and swearing our heads off. I didn’t notice at the time, but my mum was getting madder and madder.

“Danna, cool down,” Ray kept whispering to her. Hoping like hell it would work. By the time we got to our destination, she was furious. We went to our cabin to unpack. My mum pulled me aside.

“They’re going to gather everyone in the lobby in about five minutes just to take attendance and talk about dinner plans. I told them not to expect us so when everyone else leaves, don’t you dare go anywhere – got it?” “Why can’t I go?” “Because I need to discuss a problem with you and your butt!”

With that, she turned and left the room to tell the others where to go. My mum returned five minutes later with a sour look on her face. Everyone had left. We were alone in the cabin.

“Now, young lady, would you mind telling me what part of ‘don’t swear’ you didn’t understand? Hm?” “I’m sorry, mum, honest I am” “Good – I’m glad that you’re sorry, but that doesn’t change the fact that you did it and that you need to be taught a lesson.”

“So what, now I’m grounded for the rest of the tour?” “No, you’re not grounded except for tonight – you must be in bed by no later than 10.” “But mum!” “Don’t you ‘but mum’ me, young lady. Now, get over here right now.”

She sat down on the bed across the room from me. I walked over and stood next to her. “Now lay over my lap,” she commanded. “Mum!” I said, shocked, “You can’t honestly be thinking of spanking me!” “You’re darn right I am – now get over here!” “I won’t!” I yelled “I refuse. And you can’t make me!” I felt an overwhelming sense of power.

But not for long. “Young lady, you’re gonna regret that move.” With that, she yanked me over her lap and started spanking me over my cotton pants. She stopped for a second, but when it restarted it was a lot harder, and this time I turned around to see what it was.

She had a large wooden hairbrush and was spanking me with it. By this time, my bum was starting to burn. She kept going – I guess it was about 10 minutes later when she finally stopped. She told me that if I swore once more – just once – she would pull down my pants and wouldn’t be so nice as to make sure everyone was out of the cabin.

Ray came by later to see how I was doing. He was the only person who ever found out about it. But now that I think about it, the teachers seemed to figure it out and from then on, whenever I was in trouble at school they would always tell Danna. And she would deal with me. Boy, would she ever!

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