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Emmie Sue
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Date Posted: 06:54:12 10/03/24 Thu
I've had a little time to process it all. It's still really confused in my memory. It's not like "I went to a concert and these are the songs they played" soit might be a little jumbled. I wasn't expecting it, it was more like being in a car crash and remembering every detail. I really don't want to write about it, but I guess I owe it to you.
I was having such a great day. It's been untypically warm here for late September and was a little cooler with a fall breeze but still sunny and the sun was hot on your skin. I was in a really good mood and felt like nothing could go wrong. I was running into friends and me and my friend set up to work on our project. We didn't actually get much done on our project as I described above. Making out aside, we were having a great time. We were having chips and salsa and a couple of beers and coffee. She left and I went down to my apartment to daydream. I meant to clean up, I swear I did.
Shelby came home earlier than usual and hearing her voice sent shockwaves through my body. I didn't realize what a mess we had left until I got upstairs to a very angry Shelby. I admit, we had art shit all over the place, broken chips all over the floor, some salsa on the carpet, a beer and a coffee spilled. I guess I just didn't notice. I fully intended to clean it all up before she got home.
Shelby put a kitchen chair in the living room and told me to sit. I felt like spewing from both ends. Everytime I tried to explain she stopped me. She pushed stuff aside and put towels on the spills. I've never seen this before. She put shaving cream on the spills in the carpet. It was kind of amazing because the stains were gone. "Get up!" She sat on the chair holding the hairbrush and I felt really sick. I knew I was going to get a lot more than a few smacks with that hairbrush and I already knew how much it hurt. I know I was pleading.
She was hearing none of it. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them all the way down. It was becoming so real and so fast. She yelled at me while I stood there in my panties then she pulled those down and lectured more. I've read about the drama of this whole scene of pulling down the pants and then the panties taking a long time to do it and let me tell you the drama of it all is very effective. She helped me over her lap which was very awkward for both of us. I was in this weird position looking at my feet on the other end, her legs, the legs of the chair and the carpet. I felt her hand on my bare bottom and she was saying things like "You wanted this and now you're gonna find out." and lectured about the mess, not doing my chores, a couple gicarette butts on the stoop ect. Then I felt the first slap on my little bare butt. It was a shock. It stung a lot worse than any other time, play or real. Slaps on my bottom every few seconds went on forever and every slap stung worse and my whole bottom and thighs were really burning. I tried not to but I started owing and stuff and the slaps started faster and I was really squirning and kicking and begging. I knew I deserved it and my eyes were watering up, but I think more because I knew I deserved than the pain.
She stopped and rubbed my butt a lot and was lecturing. I was just babbling, Idk, like "I'm sorry. Please, please. I won't do it again." or whatever I was saying. "Oh, I haven't even started spanking you." She wasn't kidding because then she started REALLY spanking me. I couldn't take it. I was trying to grab the floor, the legs of the chair, her legs, anything. I was full out bawling and just shouting babble. I know I was saying "I can't, I can't, I can't" I forgot I had a safe word. It was like there was nothing I could do. When I tried to reach back to stop it She fired on my thighs and that hurt insanely.
I swear it was hours till she stopped and aggressively got me off her lap and put my nose on the wall. No more slaps but the burn was REALLY setting in. My brain was a whirlpool. It was like being in a car crash and going "WTF just happened?" I think I even asked on here once about rubbing your bottom, yes I did. I don't know if it made it any better but it was like a automatic thing. I swore my butt was bleeding. It made me feel even worse that while my nose was on the wall and my butt was on actual fire Shelby was cleaning up MY mess.
I had calmed down a little and things were starting to come clear then I felt Shelby gripping me under my arm and she was holding the hairbrush in my face and said "Now young lady, your spanking begins." I begged her her and pleaded her but I was back over her knees. OMFG, that bitch stung. Same as with the hand spanking. It was bad enough with the smacks every few seconds but when she REALLY started spanking me with that thing I swear I was losing my mind. I HAD to use my safe word but I couldn't remember it. I know I was going "I can't, I can't, I can't!" The whole hot mess is a blurr. I never cried so hard in my life.
I was bawling my head off and she told me to take my pants off. That was agony trying to get them over my feet, bending and standing. She told me to pull up my panties and get the mess cleaned up, dispose of the cigarette butts, the 3 days of dishes in the sink, vacuum the living room and wipe down the kitchen. I was crying the whole time and everytime I took a step my butt burned. Bending was torture. In a way I was glad she let me pull my panties up to save me embarrassment but it felt like they were stuck to my butt and the hems dug into my burning butt. I almost wanted to just rip them off. I was cleaning so hard I didn't even have the time to process what just happened.
I think I did all that in record time. I was like a little kid trying everything to please their parent hoping I wasn't in trouble anymore. Shelby was very calm all that time and she calmy said "Come over here." I thought she was going to spank me more and I go "Please, please, please, don't spank me." but she wanted me to sit in her lap. Sitting fucking hurt. I started bawling again and she cuddled me and wioped my eyes and snot and played with my hair. Except that sitting felt like sitting in a burn pit, it was really nice.
She ordered subs. I said I would eat standing but she said "Sit down" and I wasn't about to argue. Now I know what it means when they say spanked till you can't sit down. Later she helped me in my jammie jams and tucked me in. I couldn't sleep much.
So the next day my butt wasn't on fire but it hurt. It just hurt. I know I was walking funny on campus and subconsciously rubbed my butt and quickly remembered that there were a thousand people looking. I felt like everybody knew. Sitting in my classes was agony. I tried not to be obvious but I know I was squirming all over my chair. My friend came over to finish our project. I suggested we work on it at the kitchen table so I could stand, but she insisted the living room. "Sit on the floor?!" I didn't mean to say that and that was like an admission that I got spanked. I KNOW she knew. I KNOW she kept looking at the hairbrush. We finished our project and kissed, but that was it and I might have let the cat out of the bag pleading with her to help me clean up.
Oh shit, I'm gonne be late for class. bye.
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