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>Becky, > >Thank you for sharing and this is so wonderfully >written! These three lovely kids are lucky to have >you as their step mom, who is obviously every bit a >full mom to them. > >I hope Bailey had a wonderful 6th birthday! Do you do >any type of playful birthday spankings? > >You mentioned that you have had the strong interest >ever since you saw thier dad paddling their bare >bottoms. Does he still paddle them or does he leave >the task to you now? Does he watch you spank the >kids? > >I fully support that you chose to completely undress >the kids for the spankings. That is how I spank now >as well. Have you decided if you will continue >completely undressing them for future spankings? > >I can relate regarding how you felt leading up to, >through and after the spankings. I too do not mind >when my kids need a spanking and truth be told, look >forward to the opportunities. > >Thanks again for sharing! > >Amanda J. > > >>Just after dinner this evening, I spanked all three of >>my step-kids, and it was glorious. Not for them, but >>for me. I still feel a bit intoxicated. The energy and >>emotions were intense. All three of their beautiful >>and perfect bare bottoms were thoroughly spanked, and >>the kids howled and cried until they couldn’t cry >>one more tear. Scorched red butts, all three of them. >> >>I spanked long, hard, and until the kids’ vocal >>cords were utterly exhausted and their bare rear ends >>blazed like the second coming. The screaming was over >>the top, bordering on outright hysteria. But it was >>appropriate and congruous with the crimes. Fiery red >>and blistered bare butts, over my knee, and getting >>redder and redder the longer I spanked. I spanked >>Bailey, who just turned six yesterday, with my >>newfound wooden spoon (which I love) and her brothers, >>Levi, seven, and Joey, nine, with the solid, vintage, >>wooden hairbrush that I purchased at the same time as >>the spoon. >> >>Whether or not it has been appropriate or >>inappropriate for me to have been looking forward to >>finally spanking all three of the kids, the truth is >>that I have been. I have been living, for far too >>long, with an undeniable yearning to bare and spank >>them all, and soundly. I suppose it started not long >>after I’d met them and had seen and heard their >>father paddle them bare that I started to hope that >>maybe, someday, I too would get to bare and redden the >>sweet, adorable butts. Spanking Bailey and Levi >>recently was heavenly. Bending them over my knee and >>soundly spanking their lily-white bare bottoms until >>they glowed bright red was magnificent. The way they >>howled and yelled was music to my ears, but my deepest >>desire has always been to finally spank all three of >>them at one time. I had actually been starting to get >>frustrated, and even irritated, because the kids have >>been too damned well-behaved. We all know that, >>sometimes, when we look forward to something for a >>long time, when it finally happens, there is the risk >>of being left disappointed because we’d developed a >>fantasy that could never be lived up to, but even >>though my frequent daydreams about spanking all three >>bare bottoms had taken on some pretty intricate, if >>not slightly salacious bents, this evening’s >>experience indulged every whim I had ever imagined, >>and then some. I suppose my condition isn’t terribly >>unique as it is likely shared by many young moms who, >>when confronted with a disobedient child, or children, >>demonstrate their insistence toward being respected, >>and let it be known that if they are not, painful >>pants-down penalties will be inflicted upon those who >>are foolish enough to think they don’t need to >>respect mommy. A good, hard, bare bottom spanking has >>a way of setting things straight. >> >>Tonight, I feel like I’m floating on the clouds. The >>tension inside me that had been building for such a >>long time has been lifted. The kids didn’t do any >>particular egregious thing. It was simply a build-up >>of sassiness. Finally, the straw that broke the >>camel’s back was laid, and it was time to SPANK. I >>handed down a stern spanking-sentence on all three of >>them and told them to stand in front of me. We were in >>the kitchen at the time. I quickly stripped them of >>their pants and then their little underpants and >>panties. The kids cried the whole time, telling me >>that they will shape up. I considered soaping them >>all, but for some reason chose not to. I should have. >>I did, however, do something I hadn’t planned on. >>After getting them freshly bared from the waist down, >>I decided not to stop there. Without apology, I >>stripped their tops off too, leaving three beautiful >>and healthy children standing buck naked in front of >>me. The tears were flowing. Afterward, I told the kids >>to march to the spanking room, which is one of the >>house’s back rooms used as a den for studying and >>working, while I walked behind them and enjoyed the >>view. In the den, I placed all three of them against >>and facing the wall just inside the door. I told them >>to put their hands on their heads and to stay right >>there. Don’t move out of place, or else! I walked >>behind the desk and sat on the chair. The view was >>fantastic. I opened the desk drawer that houses my >>wooden spoon and wooden hairbrush, and made more noise >>than needed when doing so. Although I gently set both >>items on the wooden desktop, their weight hit the top >>with clicks and clunks characteristic of such items. >>The kids were not lost on what I just set on the desk. >>For fifteen minutes, I savored the site of three >>naughty and naked children, each of whom has an >>utterly perfect bare butt, and when the time was up, I >>moved the desk chair around to the front of the desk >>and placed in the middle of the room. One at a time, I >>called the kids to me, bent their bare bottoms over my >>left knee, threw my right leg over the backs of >>theirs, grabbed the wrist of their outer arm and >>pinned it to the small of their back, and went to >>work. Bailey, being the youngest, was first to go over >>my knee. I used my lovely wooden spoon and spanked her >>bare little butt good and hard, and she howled like a >>banshee. She had a very hard time taking her spanking. >>She bucked and tried to twist, but I had an extremely >>firm hold on her. To her horror, she wasn’t going >>anywhere until I was done spanking her, and I had no >>intention of being done for quite some time. Hot, >>fierce spoon ovals decorated her entire bare bottom, >>but there was a particularly heavy concentration of >>them down on her sit-spots and a few inches down the >>backs of her thighs. She was a screaming mess and >>barely aware of her existence when I stopped her >>spanking. I kept her over my knee for a few minutes to >>let her cry and start to calm down. When I let her >>loose, she immediately jumped up and danced like the >>floor was on fire. The floor may not have been on >>fire, but her bare rear end was! She continued to >>scream for several minutes while her hands rubbed >>furiously and frantically. I let her dance for a few >>minutes and then placed her facing the wall again, >>hands on her head. No more rubbing. >> >>With each of the two boys, it was pretty much the same >>deal as what Bailey had just gotten, only I spanked >>their bare butts with my wooden hairbrush. As many >>moms here acknowledge, the sight of a buck-naked >>little boy over Mom’s knee, prepared for a painful >>spanking, is a beautiful sight. Both boys are still >>completely hairless, and the smooth, supple, bare skin >>of their posteriors is divine. One at time, I got >>those boys over my knee and I let them have it. My >>wooden hairbrush rose and fell on those bare bottoms >>so many times I got lost even considering to count. >>Levi and Joey both yelled like they were being skinned >>alive, but luckily for everyone it was only their >>butts getting skinned. With both boys, I spanked long >>and hard, and they howled in step with the blistering >>swats. Like Bailey had done before, both Levi and Joey >>jumped around the room and rubbed frantically at their >>roasted bare backsides. After letting them rub for a >>few minutes, they too were placed with noses to the >>wall and hands on their heads. All three kids >>continued to cry for quite a while and after I moved >>my chair back behind the desk, I sat down and relished >>the view of three blazing red bare butts on three >>otherwise perfectly white children. The redness of >>their bottoms contrasting against their white backs >>and legs was adorable. >> >>Becky
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