Re: How much did your spankings hurt? -- A nice red bottom

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Subject: Re: How much did your spankings hurt?

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JenniAnn to Dimmerdork

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Date Posted: 04:21:11 04/19/25 Sat
In reply to: Dimmerdork to JenniAnn 's message, "Re: How much did your spankings hurt?" on 10:59:23 04/17/25 Thu

I got birched because I participated in bullying a new girl at school. I was 15 and just wanted to be among the popular girls, though this was a way to get accepted. This was one of few spankings I agree I deserved. But not with a birch! My parents went crazy and I knew I would get the spanking of my life. But not how. Mom, who had recieved a few birchings from her parents insisted that this was what I needed. She prepared the birch but asked dad to administer the spanking. I was dragged over his knees, panties down to knees and then my mom grabbed my hands so that I would not be able to cover my ass. This was the first time she did that and right then I understood that this will be much worse than anything I had experienced. I started bawling already then. Then the first stroke came and I just screamed. He whipped hard. Afterwards my cheeks was a red mess, the skin had broken on several places. They never used the birch again, probably they realized it was too severe, or at least that dad used too much force. My sister never experienced the birch, this was the only time in our family. I cried for at least an hour and could only sleep on my stomach for a week. Sitting was horrible. I was sure I wouldn't survive while it was ongoing.

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