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>Our mom had some back problems. After one particularly >bad day, and my older brother 11 and me 9 being brats >my mother decided she had had enough and called aunt >Heather. Our aunt came into our room and told us that >she wanted us to think about two things: the first >being how much trouble we were putting our mom >through, and the second was that when she came back >into the room, she was going to give us a spanking >that she promised we would never forget. > >The next twenty minutes or so seemed like hours as I >thought about the spanking we would get "that we would >never forget". After what seemed like an eternity, our >aunt walked in with my mom and placed a chair from the >kitchen table in the middle of the room. She sat down >on the chair, took a wooden brush out of her purse, >and called my older brother who was 11 over to her. >With my brother facing her she told him "I'm doing >this because I love you and don't want you to turn out >bad. I'm going to take your pants down and spank you. >It will hurt very bad and crying won't make it stop". > >She then unbuttoned his pants, and lowered his pants >and underwear to his ankles. She laid him over her lap >and began to slap his bottom with the brush slowly and >methodically. Soon he began to squirm and kick. Soon >he reached back to cover his bottom, begging her to >stop. She pinned his arm down and continued to swat >his bare bottom and the loud sound of brush on his >bare bottom was shocking and scary to me. > >When he stopped begging her to stop and began to cry >in earnest and very loud, she began to rapidly spank >him, bouncing the brush off his now very red bottom. >The first thought that went through my head as I >watched my brother getting spanked was a feeling of >embarrassment for him as my mother, aunt, and myself >watched him squirm and cry over my aunt's lap, trying >in vain to get his bottom away from the punishing >brush. The second thought I had was one of intense >fear, knowing that soon I would be the one crying over >my aunt's lap. > >My brother came off of my aunt's lap sobbing >uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his >face, and his bottom glowing a deep shade of crimson. >She made him stand right there with his pants down as >she told me that I was next. She then bared me from >the waist down and began to spank me. The >embarrassment I felt at first was soon replaced by an >intense desire to have the spanking end. I was shocked >at how much the brush hurt as it stung my butt. It >felt like my backside was being stung by a nest of >hornets. I think I broke down and began to cry right >away I don't remember too mush just thinking I was >going to die right there, I kept thinking she was >never going to stop, she finally finished the spanking >with a series of hard, fast swats. I stood up and my >butt felt as if it were on fire. She said, "Keep your >pants down until I tell you to pull them up". She then >called my brother to her, still bare-bottomed and >crying, and said, "Have you learned a lesson, or do >you need to go over my lap again?". Needless to say, >he had learned a serious lesson. She then told him to >pull his pants up and gave him a hug and told him that >she loved him. Then she did the same with me. > >This was the first time she spanked us but >unfortunately not the last.
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