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>Becky, >This story is so perfectly written. So much detail >about everything. How you felt, the children, all the >prep and positioning to make sure the spanking was so >perfect, how the children responded immediately and >throughout. Well written. >This will be a spanking well remembered. The sad part >is the remembrance doesn’t last long and they are >back over the lap. > > > > >>Bailey, my six year old step daughter, and Joey, my >>nine year old step son are in their bedrooms right now >>nursing some very sore, very red, and extremely hot >>bare bottoms. Wearing only t-shirts, they are >>sequestered to their bedrooms for the rest of the >>evening. Earlier today, I soundly spanked their bare >>butts long and hard. They both cried the roof off and >>practically hollered the house down. The neighbors >>probably thought they were being murdered, but they >>weren’t being murdered, they were simply being >>spanked. >> >>My friend, Agatha, is a member of a local country club >>that has a big beautiful golf course, tennis courts, >>an outdoor pool that is operational during the summer >>months, and an indoor pool that is available all year >>round. She invites us to go swimming there once in a >>while, and the kids love it. Agatha has two girls. >>Bethany is Bailey’s age, and Katrina is eight. My >>boys, Levi and Joey don’t necessarily care too much >>about playing with Bethany and Katrina, but Bailey >>loves it. Like most country clubs, people who have >>memberships there tend to have some money. There is >>actually a dress code for the pool. Girls can wear >>one- or two-piece suits, but boys must wear speedos. >>All I can say is that a person doesn’t need much >>imagination to realize that the vast majority of the >>boys and girls have some downright adorable butts. The >>wet swimsuit bottoms cling to the boys’ and girls’ >>curvaceous butts like a layer of paint. >> >>My soon-to-be-husband took our son, Levi, to a fishing >>expo so I took Bailey and Joey to the country club. >>Agatha and her two girls were already at the pool when >>we arrived, so after quickly using the locker rooms to >>change our clothes, we joined them for some fun. There >>weren’t too many other people at the pool, so the >>kids were able to do pretty much whatever they wanted >>to do. Joey in his bright red speedo and Bailey in her >>pink two-piece jumped in right away, and I pulled up a >>chair next to Agatha wearing my new cobalt blue >>two-piece. I bought my suit at the end of last summer >>and hadn’t had a chance to wear it yet, but it still >>fit my figure wonderfully. I don’t brag often, but >>the diet I was on last year left me with a nice bikini >>bod. The big mirrors in the locker room gave a chance >>to see that my butt is still one of my finer features. >>Oh, how the boys did love it when I was young. >> >>After about an hour, Agatha told me that she had >>spanked both of her girls quite hard yesterday and >>that she had been worried that the spoon marks would >>peek out below the girls’ suit bottoms at the pool. >>I had to really focus hard on Bethany’s and >>Katrina’s bottoms before I was able to see that, >>sure enough, just the slightest hints of red skin >>could be seen peeking out. If a person didn’t know >>to look for the spanked skin, they never would have >>seen it. Agatha said that she purposefully chose to >>spank the middle of the girls’ bare bottoms >>yesterday and kept her wooden spoon away from the >>girls’ sit-spots so as to avoid embarrassment at the >>country club. >> >>Agatha and I were having a great time while Joey and >>the three girls swam and splashed around. Eventually, >>I said that I would probably have to leave soon so I >>could get Bailey and Joey home for dinner, and >>that’s when all hell broke loose. I’m not sure >>Agatha and I ever got the truth out of the kids, but >>it seems that the girls had tried to take Joey’s >>floating swim board away and he got rough with the >>girls. The kids had gotten out of the pool and were >>roughhousing on the wet, slippery deck when the >>lifeguard starting blowing her whistle and eventually >>went over and separated the kids. It all happened so >>quickly that Agatha and I were late to the scene. >>Despite the lifeguard getting everything stopped, and >>Agatha and I letting the kids know that anymore such >>behavior would result in painful consequences when we >>got them home, Bailey still tried to push Joey into >>the pool again, but failed. Joey, however, being >>bigger and stronger, pushed Bailey very hard. She was >>knocked down and then tumbled into the pool, crying >>hard. The lifeguard was extremely upset and told the >>kids that they all had to leave the pool instantly. I >>didn’t say a word, but the look I gave Agatha let >>her know that I was going to be spanking as soon as I >>got Bailey and Joey home. >> >>I told Joey to go to the boys’ locker room and just >>grab his stuff. I told him not to change but to simply >>meet me at the front door in one minute. I grabbed >>Bailey’s upper right arm and while she cried and >>begged not to be spanked, marched her to the women’s >>locker room where we grabbed our bag of clothes and >>exited the room in less than a minute. I didn’t care >>that the weather was a bit cool, I just told the >>soaking wet kids to get in the car. Both knew exactly >>what they had coming at home. With nothing but a towel >>wrapped around my bikini, I got in the car too. >> >>A lot of tears were shed during the drive home, but I >>wasn’t having any of it. I pulled the car into the >>driveway, got the kids in through the side door, and >>as soon as the door was shut and we were standing on >>the kitchen’s white linoleum floor, I took my wet >>towel off my bikini-clad body and immediately stripped >>the kids’ wet swimsuits off! Within seconds, >>standing before me was one buck-naked bawling little >>boy and one buck-naked bawling little girl. Everything >>they owned was on full display and they knew, through >>and through, that their bare bottom were in for a >>world of red-hot-stinging hurt. As they stood there in >>their bare birthday suits, I scolded them for a good >>ten minutes before telling them to turn around and >>march to the spanking room, the back private den where >>my wooden hairbrush and wooden spoon are kept in my >>desk drawer. I followed behind the two bare bottomed >>little children as they walked down the hallway and >>entered the spanking room. Other than the two kids and >>me, the house was empty and quiet as a mouse. That >>would change drastically, very soon. >> >>Deciding to have Bailey and Joey do some lily-white, >>stark-naked, pre-spanking cornertime, which is really >>‘wall’ time because putting their noses against >>the wall opposite my desk is really what happens, I >>got the two situated, placed their hands on top of >>their heads, and told them to ‘stay just like >>that’ until I told them they could move. Leaving the >>kids, I went back down the hall and to the bathroom >>where I stripped myself of my wet bikini and grabbed a >>large terrycloth towel and wrapped my otherwise naked >>body with it. Out of my wet suit, but clad in nothing >>but the dry towel, I walked back to the spanking room. >> >>Bailey’s outrageously adorable six year old bare >>butt looked absolutely to-die-for next to her nine >>year old brother’s equally scrumptious bare >>derriere. To say that I enjoyed the view is an >>outrageous understatement. The kids cried in fear of >>the spankings coming their way, but I didn’t have an >>ounce of pity. I was going to spank both of their bare >>bottoms, and spank them good. My heart raced and my >>body filled with adrenaline as I went to the other >>side of my wooden desk, opened ‘the’ drawer, and >>pulled out my stiff and sturdy antique wooden spoon >>and my punishing wooden hairbrush. I placed the items >>on top of the desk and then sat my bare bottom down on >>the hard, cool surface of my wooden desk chair. The >>front of me was covered by the large towel so that >>when it came time to spank, nothing of mine would come >>in contact with anything of theirs, but my left thigh >>over which the kids would go would be bare and I would >>get the skin-to-skin contact which I enjoy while >>soundly spanking the kids’ bare bottoms. Others may >>not agree, but for me, having the kids’ naked bodies >>over my naked thigh feels very natural and maternal >>when I spank. >> >>Although I was very much enjoying the pre-spanking >>naked time, it couldn’t last forever. Two naughty >>children needed to feel some hard, cold wood on their >>bare bottoms and it was up to me to get the show on >>the road. I stood up, walked around to the other side >>of my desk, grabbed the naked little six year old >>girl, and walked her back around to my wooden desk >>chair where I sat down and instantly upended her over >>my bare left thigh. Bailey’s still-damp but warm >>little body felt good over my knee, and while I was >>looking forward to soundly applying my wooden spoon to >>the perfect bare buttocks presented to me, I set my >>desire aside for a bit and placed my warm, bare palm >>on Bailey’s warm, smooth, bare butt cheeks. Her bare >>little buns were perfect under my bare palm. Knowing >>that, in a minute, Bailey would get frantic and would >>do anything she could to get off my knee, I threw my >>right leg over the backs of her little legs and use my >>right hand and arm to grab Bailey’s upper body and >>pull it tight to mine. When I felt confident that >>Bailey wouldn’t be able to wiggle her bottom out of >>place, I started! >> >>The flat of my hand started paddling Bailey’s bare >>bottom, hard, and I felt a warm rush of endorphins >>surge through me. While Bailey’s bottom quickly >>reddened and she started bawling, my breathing got >>quick and hard. The intensity of the hand-spanking >>kept increasing and increasing until Baily was >>screaming loudly, and she was writhing and twisting in >>agony. The girl’s bare butt was fiery red and >>starting to swell from the intense, hard, >>hand-wallops. When my hand had gone almost completely >>numb and it was burning redder and hotter than a blast >>furnace, I reached over Bailey’s wriggling naked >>body and grabbed my wooden spanking spoon. Bailey knew >>what I was doing and instantly went berserk, screaming >>for me to spare her bottom from the wooden spoon. >>Unfortunately for her, when children have earned >>themselves a spanking, they don’t get to decide what >>they will get spanked with. At six years old, she is >>old enough to get the spoon, and that’s exactly what >>I gave her. The first spoon lick lit Bailey up like a >>match. She shrieked and roared as the sting bit her >>bare bottom hard and hot. As I continued to steadily >>apply the painful licks, Bailey grew more and more >>desperate and her behind grew redder and redder. The >>spoon went up and down the entirety of both butt >>cheeks and extended several inches down the backs of >>her thighs. Each spoon swat left an angry red oval. As >>the number of angry red ovals multiplied, they >>conglomerated into large masses of well-reddened and >>well-spanked skin on both bare butt cheeks. I don’t >>know how many times I spanked Bailey’s bare bottom, >>but it was enough to leave her in a state of hysteria. >>When I let her off my knee, she instantly jumped to >>the moon and both of her hands flew to her burning >>little cheeks. She jumped and jumped high off the >>floor while doing whatever she could to assuage the >>fiery, stinging pain. Her six year old butt had been >>properly spanked and she was going to feel it for >>days. I sat back, wrapped naked in my large terrycloth >>towel, and smiled while Bailey’s bare bottom burned >>and blistered. After ten minutes or more of watching >>Bailey bounce around in fiery agony, I stood up and >>walked her back to the ‘punishment wall’, pressed >>her nose to it firmly, grabbed her hands and placed >>them on her bawling head, and told her to stay put. >> >>Then, it was Joey’s turn. >> >>As with Bailey, I laid the stark-naked nine year old >>boy over my bare thigh, face down, bottom up, and >>while he screamed at the floor begging me not to spank >>him, I placed my bare palm on top of the tender twin >>mounds and enjoyed how warm and curvaceous they were. >>Joey has a butt that just begs to be spanked, and >>spanked hard. >> >>As I laid into Joey’s rear end fast and furious, and >>as he bucked frantically on my knee like a bronco bull >>entertaining the cheering crowd, I spanked the boy’s >>bare bottom so red I don’t think it qualified as red >>when I was done. My hand paddled the boy’s bare >>bottom while he yelled for mercy, but mercy never >>came. And when I was done hand-spanking the naughty >>boy, I hairbrushed him long and hard and until his >>howling and crying had turned to pure drivel, >>blubbering, and nonsensical gibberish. Because I had >>Joey pinned so tightly over my knee, he was unable to >>escape my restraining hold and could do nothing but >>endure the entirety of his bare bottom punishment >>spanking. >> >>Like Bailey, Joey bounced around the spanking room as >>if the floor was on fire. The floor wasn’t on fire >>however, only his bare bottom was. His cries >>reverberated off the walls. Joey’s blaze red nine >>year old boy buns looked like ripe red tomatoes, >>glowing brightly in contrast to the rest of his white >>body. I had categorically given the naughty boy a >>stern spanking and I knew he was going to feel it for >>several days. He had no one to blame but himself. He >>had forced my hand and I had no choice but to spank >>him sternly. >> >>After getting Joey’s nose pressed firmly against the >>wall again, and putting his hands on top of his head, >>I went back around my desk and sat down in my towel. >>My bare spanking thigh felt a bit beat up. Both Bailey >>and Joey had desperately struggled through their >>spankings and their bodies had pressed themselves hard >>into my knee. I’ve heard of people who lose a limb >>and say that they can still feel it there, and for me, >>it was as if I still felt a deserving naked child over >>my knee who was about to get a hard lesson taught to >>them. >> >>I left Bailey and Joey facing against the wall, bare >>red bottoms on display for a half hour, then they ran >>naked to their bedrooms and put on t-shirts. They have >>been in their bedrooms ever since. >> >>Becky
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