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>The particular instance that came to mind, although >there were several of them, occurred while I was with >my friend Sam (Samantha), and we had been told not to >eat any more snacks because Sam’s mother was >finishing up making dinner for us. We were hungry and >thought we could be sneaky enough to get a bag of >Snickers into her bedroom without getting caught. >Sam’s mother was a wonderful, tall and confident >woman who was loved by all, including me, but she had >eyes in the back of her head. She spanked us not >because eating Snickers was such a horrible sin, but >because of our flagrant direct disobedience. It >hadn’t been even five minutes prior that she had >warned us not to eat anything else. The result of our >young arrogance was a phone call to my mother and two >little ladies, both ten at the time, getting some >burning hot bare bottoms. > >The spankings Sam and I got from her mother that day >were exactly like what we would have gotten from my >mother. Pants and panties went to the ankles for both >of us and we were made to stand there, in the open >kitchen, with everything on display, facing Sam’s >mom, while she scolded us angrily. She had every right >to be furious with us. Luckily, Sam’s little >brothers were outside playing so the discipline was >handled mostly-privately. Sam’s mom stood there >exuding ire with heavy wooden cooking spoon in hand >while she let us know EXACTLY how the spoon was going >to be used. She kept pointing the spoon in our faces, >making us cry shamefully. I remember shaking as I >stood there. Literally quaking. We didn’t dare ask >to be spared the spankings. Both Sam and me were >deeply ashamed about what we had done. Downright >embarrassed. We knew we had directly disobeyed Sam’s >and were fully responsible for what was about to >happen. We knew that the price that was about to be >exacted upon our very bare, and very frightened rear >ends was going to be significant. A lot of pain and a >lot of crying was about to begin. > >Sam’s mom grabbed a chair from one of the >kitchen’s corners, set it a few feet in front of us, >sat down on it, and called me over first, spoon in her >hand. With my pants and panties still around my >ankles, I had to shuffle like a penguin over to her. I >was immediately upended and my bare ten year old >bottom was presented for spanking. I rear end was >soundly spanked that day! I cried my eyes out and did >an enviable spanking dance afterward. The sting was >outrageous and the burning intolerable. While I tried >to extinguish both the flames and the tears, Sam took >her turn over her mother’s knee and got exactly what >I had just gotten. Soon enough, two little girls with >their pants and panties still bunched down at their >ankles were left shuffling ridiculously around the >room, jumping around and crying pitifully. One funny >thing is that I will never forget that Sam had bright >aqua panties on that day. I’ll never forget seeing >the inside of Sam’s panties that was normally >pressed against Sam’s bare bottom and private parts. >Inside out panties, angry mothers, and wooden spoons >don’t usually have a good ending for little girls.
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