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Katie
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Date Posted: 11:37:57 07/02/24 Tue
All my spankings were memorable, I would say. Especially the ones that came as I got older. I would have to say my most memorable was an experience I had when I was 16. This one I will never forget!
I was a junior in high school and had gotten in trouble for doing something stupid at school and then lying about it. That was bad enough, the problem was it was right before homecoming week at school. In my opinion this was probably the most fun week of the year. Our school had all kinds of activities all week long, during and after school up to and including the homecoming dance. I was going to be grounded for the week for getting in trouble which took me out of all the activities after school and the dance. This on top of being spanked for lying. This was devastating to say the least. The spanking I knew would suck but missing all the week’s activities was worse at the time! I begged my parents not to ground me this week but to wait until after homecoming. I begged and pleaded, I even offered to being grounded for 2 weeks. I think my dad actually felt sorry for me. They went into the other room and had a meeting about it. I am sure my mom was all against it, but they never argued in front of us kids about discipline. They always had a united front even if they disagreed. When they had deliberated, they came back in and my stomach was in knots, I knew any solution was not going to be pleasant, but I really didn’t want to miss the activities of my junior year homecoming. My dad started it off with the usual guilt filled lecture but then he told me the verdict. He told me he was going to spank me now for getting in trouble at school and then sometime during the week when I was ready, mom was going to spank me for lying. He said if I chose not to abide by their stipulations then the dance was off, and I would be grounded for two weeks as well. I didn’t have much choice, so I agreed. I could tell mom wasn’t happy as she left my room. My dad doesn’t say much more he just walks over and sits on the edge of my bed and says, “let’s get this over with.” At this point I wasn’t even going to argue or beg. I undid my jeans and slid them and panties down to my knees and laid across his lap. He began his hard hand spanking, and it had me sobbing within thirty seconds and his spankings usually lasted 3 to 4 minutes, I am not 100% sure but they were long. Once he was finished and I was allowed up it was over. I went about my business. The week was a blast I had so much fun, playing powder puff football, helping with the float for the parade. It was a blast; we even won our game Friday night. I thought about the deal I made a couple times that week, but I just kept putting it off, something would always come up that I didn’t want to do with a sore butt. Saturday came and it was an ordeal to say the least. I had a hair appointment in the morning and then I had a friend of my moms that was coming to do my make-up. The whole time neither I nor my parents said anything. I was about an hour out from my date showing up and I was completely dressed in my short baby blue dress, my hair, my make-up, everything done. I walked into the living room I was going to get pictures with my sisters. My mom says, “where do you think you are going?” “MOM seriously?!” I asked. “You knew the agreement all week, no spanking, no dance” she responded. In retrospect I did know the agreement and I chose not to honor it for that entire week. MOM PLEASE!! I begged. She just said, “I guess you’ll have a pretty dress for next year.” I almost burst into tears at that exact moment. I looked at the clock and there was probably 50 to 45 minutes before my date was coming to pick me up. I look at her and say, OK, OK, Do it now! Lets get it over with before Chris gets here. She just looks at me and points towards my room, with a “be there in a minute.” So here I am sitting on the edge of my bed completely dressed for homecoming dance looking completely gorg, if I do say so myself, waiting on my mom to come in and spank me. How demoralizing! I was mad at mom and I was mad at myself. There were at least two other occasions that week I could have easily just taken the spanking and been done, but NOOO I had to press my luck. Fortunetly for me my mom didn’t wait to the very last minute. She came in soon after I got there with her brush in hand. She sat down on my desk chair and said “come on let’s go! You can take your dress off if you want.” I didn’t feel like having her unbutton and unzip my dress, so I just said that’s ok. And I raised my dress up over my hips. The panties I had on would have not given me any protection, but I lowered them anyway. I took a deep breath and I laid myself across her lap. The first spank landed, and it was like getting hit with a hot iron and it only got worse as she continued. A minute in I was in hysterics. Kicking, wiggling, screaming as she blistered my poor butt! I didn’t count but I am sure it lasted a least another minute before she let me up. I danced around the room with my panties wrapped around in high heels with my panties wrapped around one ankle. I finally calmed myself down and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess my makeup was all messed up my mascara was running down my face and my eyes were all puffy all of this plus my ass was on fire. I spent the next 40 minutes putting myself back together the best I could. I was almost finished when I heard the doorbell. When I came down the steps Chris my boyfriend at the time was standing at the bottom of the steps waiting on me. He looked like he enjoyed what he saw so I must have fixed myself back good enough. The dance was a lot of fun, but I didn’t spend much time sitting down. I am sure he was wondering why I was wiggling so much at dinner. At this point in our relationship, he had no clue I was still spanked so I couldn’t really tell him why I was so uncomfortable. He found out later, but that’s another story. Needless to say, that was one of the most memorable spankings of my life!
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