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> > Becky, thanks for the excellent account! You are a >good writer and know the heightened emotions of bare >bottom spankings. > The only "good" thing for you was you got spanked >first, always better than having to watch and wait. > > But being so obviously guilty and having to hear >your mom give permission for you to be spanked - so >scary! > I squirmed reading how you were bared and scolded. >I remember crying and holding onto my bare bottom, >bush exposed, kind of stepping in place, pleading not >to be spanked. > And made SO much worse by Sam's mom spoon-pointing >and promising to use it! What did she say? > > Mom liked to detail my misdeed then ask if I >"agreed" I deserved "a good bare bottom spanking?" >The only possible answer was to squeak, "Yes, ma'm" >while staring in fright at the evil wooden hairbrush >she held. > "Good,' she would smile, "because I am going to >take you across my lap and spank you with my hand. >Then I will use this brush (holding it up) to set your >bare backside on fire, Missy. Do you understand?" > "ye...yees ma'm.."'' wawa was please don't no no >mom don't spank me like that mommmm" > > And inside out panties...nice touch! > >>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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