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>>Hello, ladies! I’ve been lurking here for a while, >>but after last night, I simply had to share. Consider >>this my official introduction to the club! >> >>My darling Lillian, twelve years old, beautiful, >>clever, and just beginning to think she’s too >>charming for consequences, got herself into quite the >>predicament yesterday—along with her equally darling >>(and equally deserving!) best friend, Charlotte. >> >>We’re at a lovely seaside resort, another of our >>husbands' business trip, where the girls have been >>enjoying themselves in the sun, all long limbs and >>laughter in their beautiful swimwear. They had been >>absolute darlings—until lunch. >> >>The problem? Their careless little tongues. >> >>The wife of my husband’s client had joined us, along >>with her sweet young son. A lovely boy, a little shy, >>eager to impress. And what did our girls do? Teased >>him mercilessly. Not in a playful way—no, in that >>smug, sharp-edged way that only young ladies who think >>they’re clever can manage. Oh, they thought they >>were so witty, so above it all. Margaret and I >>exchanged a single glance over our wine glasses, and >>just like that, it was settled. >> >>They would not be sleeping comfortably tonight. >> >>Fast forward to after dinner. Lillian, unsuspecting, >>positively beaming as I took her by the hand and led >>her to Margaret’s suite. It was only when she >>stepped inside—when she saw Charlotte already in her >>nightclothes, standing hands on head, beside the >>vanity, when she saw the two chairs positioned so >>deliberately in the center of the room—that I felt >>her fingers tremble. >> >>Margaret was waiting, hairbrush polished, smile >>patient. >> >>“Let’s get you changed, darling,” I murmured, >>brushing Lillian’s dark curls from her forehead. >> >>Oh, the way her confidence melted as she slipped out >>of her dress! By the time she stood before me in her >>soft little camisole and cotton shorts, she was >>already blushing, already feeling the vulnerability of >>what was to come. >> >>The lecture was slow, methodical. They stood at our >>sides, heads bowed, cheeks pink well before anything >>else turned pink. They knew what they had done, and >>they knew exactly where they were headed. >> >>Then came Margaret’s crisp instruction, the words >>that made Charlotte shudder. >> >>“Lower your shorts, young lady.” >> >>And so it began. >> >>Lillian followed a moment later, her hands shaky but >>obedient. Oh, how quickly the sass disappears when >>they’re stepping out of the last bit of their >>modesty! Over our laps they went, two lovely young >>bottoms, bared and waiting for maternal correction. >>And correct them we did. >> >>The contrast was almost comical- two perfectly tanned >>young ladies, golden from days in the sun, yet the >>moment their shorts were peeled away, oh, what a >>sight! Their bottoms, untouched by the sun, were >>stark, creamy white against their bronzed backs and >>thighs. “Well, well,” I mused, giving >>Charlotte’s bare hip a playful tap. “Looks like >>the sun missed a few spots. Good thing we won’t.” >>Beside me, Evelyn let out a soft chuckle, tracing a >>manicured nail along Lillian’s equally pale >>backside. “I’d say we’re about to bring a little >>color here too, wouldn’t you agree?” And with >>that, our hands rose in unison. >> >>Let’s just say by the time it was over, there was >>not a trace of arrogance left in either girl—only >>tear-streaked faces and two very sore, very humbled >>young ladies. >> >>And then, sniffling, noses red, shorts barely clinging >>to well-spanked little bottoms, they were marched >>straight back to the boy and his mother. And in >>perfect unison, they recited exactly what had >>happened, from start to very sore finish. >> >>I do believe they found that part almost worse than >>the spanking itself. >> >>But I promise you, not a single sharp remark passed >>their lips for the rest of the evening. And when I >>tucked my darling into bed, her bottom still glowing, >>she whispered a meek little, “Goodnight, Mommy.” >> >>Mission accomplished. >> >> >Bianca, >My sister-in-law and I last weekend spanked our >daughters together. My 13-year-old and her 14-year-old >daughter were being rude to their grandmother and her >friends. We were all visiting them at the nursing >home. The girls thought it was funny as to how some of >the elderly were walking with canes and walkers. I >scolded them both with a promise of a sore bottom when >we got home. Once home they both had their pants and >panties pulled down and in unison, they were both over >our knees getting their bottoms hand spanked followed >by the brush. They came off our knees sobbing as they >were sent to the corners and told not to rub their >bottoms.
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