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Subject: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked

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Becky
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Date Posted: 22:33:20 03/09/25 Sun

I started posting recently and have left a few messages that introduce me so other than saying a few things, I’m not really going to do that again. I’ve been communicating with a few moms here, but primarily with Kelsey because her situation and my situation are very similar. Her son is eight and her daughter is ten, and Kelsey is finally adding corporal punishment to her parental toolbox of disciplinary strategies. I’m marrying a man who has three children from a previous marriage. His two boys are Joey, nine, Levi, seven, and his young daughter is Bailey, five (turning six at the end of this month). At this point, I consider them to be my children too. I have a wonderful relationship the kids’ biological mother, Diane, and while I don’t consider her to be a mentor or a coach like Kelsey considers her friend Julie to be, I have seen and heard her spank the kids many times. Always bare bottom, and always quite hard. The kids justifiably howl their heads off when being spanked. I’ve also seen and heard my fiancé, Gabe, spank the kids many times. He paddles the boys but so far has only hand-spanked Bailey.

Diane, Gabe and I recently agreed that it is time for me to start assuming the full range of parental responsibilities. With Diane and Gabe’s support and encouragement, I am going to start sharing in the discipline and corporal punishment of the kids. I recently purchased an old wooden hairbrush and a vintage wooden spoon, and until today the implements have been sitting quietly in my desk drawer.

Like Kelsey had been doing until a few days ago when she finally got a chance to give her son a good bare bottom spanking, I too have been waiting on pins and needles wondering when I would get my first chance to spank. Today, I finally gave a couple of good, old-fashioned spankings to a couple of absolutely adorable bare little bottoms. I had always expected I would end up spanking Joey and Levi first, but it turned out to be Levi and Bailey. They’d been outside playing at the edge of the street where the quickly-melting snow had formed a little river in the street’s gutter. They were floating little pieces of paper in the quickly moving water and watching them travel under the remaining ice chunks and down to the drain at the end of the block. It’s not a busy street but I told the kids to be careful. I was extremely firm in my warning. I was inside washing dishes but keeping an eye on the kids who were being very careful and staying at the street edge. They were not going out into the street. A couple of older neighborhood kids came by and joined them. It didn’t take long and I saw them across the street. I went out and told them to get back over here and stay on our side of the street. They listened, obeyed, and came back to our side of the street. Two minutes later, I looked out and all the kids were gone. Good Lord. Just as I was going out to get them back home, I heard a loud car horn and screeching tires. I instantly panicked. Thank God there were no thuds or screaming children, but when I caught all the kids out in the middle of the street doing God-knows-what, I was really upset. I know the moms of the other kids and told them to go home and that I was going to be calling their mothers. I grabbed Levi’s arm in one hand and Bailey’s in the other and marched them home. As we marched, I said the words that I had thought I might never say, I said, “When we get home, you two are going to get a couple of good, hard, bare bottom spankings!” Needless to say, both kids broke out in tears.

I hauled the kids inside as they bawled not to be spanked. I closed the front door behind us, and quickly got to work. While the kids stood there, crying, I took off their shoes, pulled down their pants, and then pulled down their underpants. Quickly, everything they had on from the waist down was placed on the living room sofa. I schlepped the two bare bottomed children into the kitchen where I made them stand next to me while I took ten minutes to call the mothers of the other neighbor kids. I let the other mothers know that I would be spanking bare bottoms and encouraged them to do the same. As far as I could tell, the other mothers took my suggestion to heart.

I looked down at the kids and said ‘Let’s go to the spanking room’. I directed them down the hallway and into the back den where my desk is. I decided to leave the door open. Joey came running to see why Levi and Bailey were bawling and when he arrived his eyes went wide open. The sight of his two younger siblings standing bare bottomed in the room, and clearly prepared for spankings made the nine year old take a step back. Joey didn’t say a word but just stood in the doorway.

As Levi and Bailey stood half-naked in the middle of the room, their butts and parts on full display, I grabbed my desk chair from behind the desk and brought it around front where I placed it directly in front of the soon-to-be-soundly-spanked little children. I went back around to the desk drawers and pulled out the old, heavy wooden spoon I had recently bought. I think of the wooden spoon as Bailey’s spoon because I bought it specifically to be used on her bare bottom. Levi is at that age where, if he had gotten in trouble with Joey, I would have grabbed my wooden hairbrush and spanked him and Joey with it. I see the hairbrush as designated for the boys’ bottoms more specifically. Since, however, Bailey is a bit too young to be spanked with the much more formidable hairbrush, and since I had no doubt that Levi wouldn’t feel any less spanked simply because he was going to be spanked with his little sister’s spanking spoon, I felt quite comfortable proceeding with the plan. I had no doubt that the spoon, when applied to the two young bare bottoms, was going to produce all the sting and heat necessary to teach the children that when I say to stay out of the street, I mean it!

I had been looking forward to this moment for so long that it seemed surreal that it was actually happening. My heart was pounding just as hard as the kids’ were, but for a different reason. I set the spoon down on the edge of the desk nearest to the chair, grabbed Bailey’s arm, pulled her to the spanking chair, sat down and quickly bent the sweet little bawling girl over my left knee. My right leg quickly wrapped itself over the backs of Bailey’s little legs, and my left hand grabbed Bailey’s outer wrist. I pulled it toward me and pushed it to the small of her back, and before she or I knew it, Bailey was pinned down helplessly over my knee, her bare little bottom properly presented for a traditional spanking. I couldn’t help but smile at the precious little five year old bare bottom staring up at me. It was so cute, all bare like that. Such precious little buns. Bailey continued to yell and beg not to be spanked, but her time was up and I began hand-smacking her rear end with sufficient force to cause her crying to noticeably increase to loud screams. Her little hind end turned red very quickly. Most of the swats went to her sit-spots and soon the whole house was flooded with the sounds of a bawling little girl getting a sound spanking. When I felt that Bailey’s bare bottom had been properly reddened and was stinging and burning properly, I picked up the wooden spoon from the desktop and proceeded to apply it with appropriate force considering her age. Bright red spoon prints appeared instantly every time a swat landed. I had no intention of breaking the child, but I did want to make sure she would respect the spanking, and me, when it was over. It needed to hurt, and hurt badly. Considering her age, I gave her bottom twenty solid swats with the wooden spoon, ten to each cheek, and when I finished her blazing little buns were covered with bright red ovals. When I told the hysterical child that her spanking was done, and I let go of her wrist and removed my right leg from atop hers, she jumped off my knee and while she continued to bawl, she grabbed her scorched butt cheeks and started rubbing them frantically. Her face was as red as her bottom and tears and snot flowed down her chin and dripped onto her shirt.

While Bailey did her dance, I called Levi over and told him that it was now his turn. The half-naked boy looked at me in a state of panic, but obeyed. Levi’s delicious bare boy butt was given exactly the same thing as what Bailey’s bottom had gotten, only his butt got thirty smacks with the wooden spoon. Fifteen to each cheek. Like Bailey’s bare bottom, Levi’s blazing bare bottom was also completely covered in scarlet red ovals!

After sticking the two spanked children, side by side, noses to the wall opposite my desk, and after placing their hands on top of their heads, I grabbed the chair from the middle of the room and brought it back to the other side of the desk. Joey still stood in the doorway with a look of disbelief. I don’t think her ever imagined I would spank his younger siblings. I told Joey that he better get used to the way things were going to be around here and that I would soundly spank his bare bottom too if he decides to misbehave. He blushed and walked away. I returned the spanking spoon to the desk drawer.

I sat down behind my desk and relished the sight of my handiwork. Two glowing red bare bottoms so sorrowfully standing there, next to one another, burning and throbbing. The kids’ wailing slowly simmered to sobbing, and after ten minutes or so, they were quiet. I let them burn there for thirty minutes while I just sat and admired.

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Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked Mary 05:31:13 03/10/25 Mon

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked -- Becky, 18:26:54 03/10/25 Mon

Re: My first time spankings as a sitter -- Mary, 05:50:40 03/11/25 Tue

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked -- Megan to Becky, 18:45:01 03/10/25 Mon

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked -- Becky, 19:03:40 03/10/25 Mon

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked -- Megan, 22:55:15 03/10/25 Mon

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked Cherie 18:03:40 03/10/25 Mon

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked -- Becky, 18:28:26 03/10/25 Mon

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked Kelsey 20:39:15 03/10/25 Mon

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked Sarah 23:38:00 03/10/25 Mon

Your original introduction posting -- Mary, 05:36:05 03/11/25 Tue
Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked -- Becky to Sarah, 21:57:29 03/11/25 Tue

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked -- Sarah to Becky, 00:07:21 03/13/25 Thu

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked -- Becky, 15:28:39 03/13/25 Thu

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked Lois 04:02:43 03/11/25 Tue

Re: Two Little Ones Get Soundly Spanked -- Becky, 22:16:16 03/11/25 Tue

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>I started posting recently and have left a few >messages that introduce me so other than saying a few >things, I’m not really going to do that again. >I’ve been communicating with a few moms here, but >primarily with Kelsey because her situation and my >situation are very similar. Her son is eight and her >daughter is ten, and Kelsey is finally adding corporal >punishment to her parental toolbox of disciplinary >strategies. I’m marrying a man who has three >children from a previous marriage. His two boys are >Joey, nine, Levi, seven, and his young daughter is >Bailey, five (turning six at the end of this month). >At this point, I consider them to be my children too. >I have a wonderful relationship the kids’ biological >mother, Diane, and while I don’t consider her to be >a mentor or a coach like Kelsey considers her friend >Julie to be, I have seen and heard her spank the kids >many times. Always bare bottom, and always quite hard. >The kids justifiably howl their heads off when being >spanked. I’ve also seen and heard my fiancé, Gabe, >spank the kids many times. He paddles the boys but so >far has only hand-spanked Bailey. > >Diane, Gabe and I recently agreed that it is time for >me to start assuming the full range of parental >responsibilities. With Diane and Gabe’s support and >encouragement, I am going to start sharing in the >discipline and corporal punishment of the kids. I >recently purchased an old wooden hairbrush and a >vintage wooden spoon, and until today the implements >have been sitting quietly in my desk drawer. > >Like Kelsey had been doing until a few days ago when >she finally got a chance to give her son a good bare >bottom spanking, I too have been waiting on pins and >needles wondering when I would get my first chance to >spank. Today, I finally gave a couple of good, >old-fashioned spankings to a couple of absolutely >adorable bare little bottoms. I had always expected I >would end up spanking Joey and Levi first, but it >turned out to be Levi and Bailey. They’d been >outside playing at the edge of the street where the >quickly-melting snow had formed a little river in the >street’s gutter. They were floating little pieces of >paper in the quickly moving water and watching them >travel under the remaining ice chunks and down to the >drain at the end of the block. It’s not a busy >street but I told the kids to be careful. I was >extremely firm in my warning. I was inside washing >dishes but keeping an eye on the kids who were being >very careful and staying at the street edge. They were >not going out into the street. A couple of older >neighborhood kids came by and joined them. It didn’t >take long and I saw them across the street. I went out >and told them to get back over here and stay on our >side of the street. They listened, obeyed, and came >back to our side of the street. Two minutes later, I >looked out and all the kids were gone. Good Lord. Just >as I was going out to get them back home, I heard a >loud car horn and screeching tires. I instantly >panicked. Thank God there were no thuds or screaming >children, but when I caught all the kids out in the >middle of the street doing God-knows-what, I was >really upset. I know the moms of the other kids and >told them to go home and that I was going to be >calling their mothers. I grabbed Levi’s arm in one >hand and Bailey’s in the other and marched them >home. As we marched, I said the words that I had >thought I might never say, I said, “When we get >home, you two are going to get a couple of good, hard, >bare bottom spankings!” Needless to say, both kids >broke out in tears. > >I hauled the kids inside as they bawled not to be >spanked. I closed the front door behind us, and >quickly got to work. While the kids stood there, >crying, I took off their shoes, pulled down their >pants, and then pulled down their underpants. Quickly, >everything they had on from the waist down was placed >on the living room sofa. I schlepped the two bare >bottomed children into the kitchen where I made them >stand next to me while I took ten minutes to call the >mothers of the other neighbor kids. I let the other >mothers know that I would be spanking bare bottoms and >encouraged them to do the same. As far as I could >tell, the other mothers took my suggestion to heart. > >I looked down at the kids and said ‘Let’s go to >the spanking room’. I directed them down the hallway >and into the back den where my desk is. I decided to >leave the door open. Joey came running to see why Levi >and Bailey were bawling and when he arrived his eyes >went wide open. The sight of his two younger siblings >standing bare bottomed in the room, and clearly >prepared for spankings made the nine year old take a >step back. Joey didn’t say a word but just stood in >the doorway. > >As Levi and Bailey stood half-naked in the middle of >the room, their butts and parts on full display, I >grabbed my desk chair from behind the desk and brought >it around front where I placed it directly in front of >the soon-to-be-soundly-spanked little children. I went >back around to the desk drawers and pulled out the >old, heavy wooden spoon I had recently bought. I think >of the wooden spoon as Bailey’s spoon because I >bought it specifically to be used on her bare bottom. >Levi is at that age where, if he had gotten in trouble >with Joey, I would have grabbed my wooden hairbrush >and spanked him and Joey with it. I see the hairbrush >as designated for the boys’ bottoms more >specifically. Since, however, Bailey is a bit too >young to be spanked with the much more formidable >hairbrush, and since I had no doubt that Levi >wouldn’t feel any less spanked simply because he was >going to be spanked with his little sister’s >spanking spoon, I felt quite comfortable proceeding >with the plan. I had no doubt that the spoon, when >applied to the two young bare bottoms, was going to >produce all the sting and heat necessary to teach the >children that when I say to stay out of the street, I >mean it! > >I had been looking forward to this moment for so long >that it seemed surreal that it was actually happening. >My heart was pounding just as hard as the kids’ >were, but for a different reason. I set the spoon down >on the edge of the desk nearest to the chair, grabbed >Bailey’s arm, pulled her to the spanking chair, sat >down and quickly bent the sweet little bawling girl >over my left knee. My right leg quickly wrapped itself >over the backs of Bailey’s little legs, and my left >hand grabbed Bailey’s outer wrist. I pulled it >toward me and pushed it to the small of her back, and >before she or I knew it, Bailey was pinned down >helplessly over my knee, her bare little bottom >properly presented for a traditional spanking. I >couldn’t help but smile at the precious little five >year old bare bottom staring up at me. It was so cute, >all bare like that. Such precious little buns. Bailey >continued to yell and beg not to be spanked, but her >time was up and I began hand-smacking her rear end >with sufficient force to cause her crying to >noticeably increase to loud screams. Her little hind >end turned red very quickly. Most of the swats went to >her sit-spots and soon the whole house was flooded >with the sounds of a bawling little girl getting a >sound spanking. When I felt that Bailey’s bare >bottom had been properly reddened and was stinging and >burning properly, I picked up the wooden spoon from >the desktop and proceeded to apply it with appropriate >force considering her age. Bright red spoon prints >appeared instantly every time a swat landed. I had no >intention of breaking the child, but I did want to >make sure she would respect the spanking, and me, when >it was over. It needed to hurt, and hurt badly. >Considering her age, I gave her bottom twenty solid >swats with the wooden spoon, ten to each cheek, and >when I finished her blazing little buns were covered >with bright red ovals. When I told the hysterical >child that her spanking was done, and I let go of her >wrist and removed my right leg from atop hers, she >jumped off my knee and while she continued to bawl, >she grabbed her scorched butt cheeks and started >rubbing them frantically. Her face was as red as her >bottom and tears and snot flowed down her chin and >dripped onto her shirt. > >While Bailey did her dance, I called Levi over and >told him that it was now his turn. The half-naked boy >looked at me in a state of panic, but obeyed. Levi’s >delicious bare boy butt was given exactly the same >thing as what Bailey’s bottom had gotten, only his >butt got thirty smacks with the wooden spoon. Fifteen >to each cheek. Like Bailey’s bare bottom, Levi’s >blazing bare bottom was also completely covered in >scarlet red ovals! > >After sticking the two spanked children, side by side, >noses to the wall opposite my desk, and after placing >their hands on top of their heads, I grabbed the chair >from the middle of the room and brought it back to the >other side of the desk. Joey still stood in the >doorway with a look of disbelief. I don’t think her >ever imagined I would spank his younger siblings. I >told Joey that he better get used to the way things >were going to be around here and that I would soundly >spank his bare bottom too if he decides to misbehave. >He blushed and walked away. I returned the spanking >spoon to the desk drawer. > >I sat down behind my desk and relished the sight of my >handiwork. Two glowing red bare bottoms so sorrowfully >standing there, next to one another, burning and >throbbing. The kids’ wailing slowly simmered to >sobbing, and after ten minutes or so, they were quiet. >I let them burn there for thirty minutes while I just >sat and admired.
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