Subject: RL #29 from Scottsdale (F/f)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 14 Jun 1996 15:37:59 -0400
This is to all those who really know what it feels like. Not just to those who will always wonder what a real honest to goodness spanking feels like. What the anticipation feels like. And what the afterwards feels like. And what the emotional strain between parent and kid feels like. Usually hate, but then back to love. And all those others that think this is awful.... stay away.
Ok Start....
Christmas was getting close and I had tons of stuff to do when I was in the 9th grade. One of the things was to decide what I wanted for Christmas. Now don t get me wrong here. I am not a greedy or uncaring person. I don t just think about myself all the time. I know there might be times that it looks that way, but it isn t true. I care about others. Really. But I also think about myself too. And one of the things I like doing is going through the mall and see what is there. Then I make out my Christmas list to send to Santa with the store that the thing can be found in. That way Santa doesn t waste a lot of time looking for it. Kewl. I thought so.
Well school was being really boring. I could hardly keep focused at what was going on. That is when I decided I needed a break from all this. But it wasn t my idea. It was Linda s. My best friend. Well, she was my best friend when it comes to shopping and doing adventurous things.
My truly bestest friend is Tonya. But right now Linda came by my locker, just before lunch. She had this look on her face that I knew I would like what ever it was she was thinking. Well, the idea was to go to the mall. But we had to have the right cover.
It just so happens that both our parents work. My mom is real-estate something or other and my dad is some kind of programmer. And they both have to leave the house by at least 9:00 am each morning. I know that my mom was going to be showing places all day tomorrow and that was the day we would put our plan into action. The plan was we would both be sick tomorrow and when we were finally alone we would meet and go to the mall for fun and relaxation.
The next day it was really close. My mom is on one of these guilty fixes. She thinks that her job takes her away from the house much to much and that we miss her. Well, frankly, I don t think she is gone all that much. It is mostly her. I had to really give her the works to get her to finally not cancel her appointments. I thought for a little while that she would cancel everything and nurse me back to health. Which would have been a miraculous healing cause there was no way I was going to lay in bed faking sick with her all day. She mother s me to death when I am well. But it is nice when I really am sick.
The whole beauty of this was we had our own moms call the school to tell them that we were sick and not able to come. Perfect. What a plan. I love it when a plan comes together. Just wonderful. Also felt a slight raise in excitement that we might get caught. And if you have been reading my stuff you know why. Hee Hee.
Well there I was. Fourteen and the whole day off with one of my best friends to spend it at the mall with. What a very nice day this was going to be. And I would not miss school at all. We met just as planed on the corner of 5th Ave and Scottsdale Road. I liked the shops on 5th Ave and as far as I was concerned we could do these for awhile and then go back to my house and swim. We could have the house until about 2:00. That is when my mom said she would be back. So I had to be there by then or dum-dee-dum-dum deeee. Death.
We spent the first part of our shopping at the Disney Store. We watched a couple of movies, one in a half then hit the big stores. Actually, Linda was getting pretty anise to get out of there so we only watched the first movie and part of the second. I liked some of the little things but didn t have any money so just could look for now.
Linda had the money with no intention of buying anything. We went to this upscale store and had a ball. She new what to do. The first thing was we had to be dressed nicely. I mean perfect. We after all had to look like we belonged. Actually, we did. But we went through it anyway. So now we looked the part. So we went to this store and laid it on thick. When the sales lady brought a cheep dress Linda wouldn t even bother to look at it. And I am talking about not a normal cheep dress. These were gorgeous. And you the sales lady was getting crankier by the minute. Linda did put on some really sexy looking things. But the lady finally got the idea we were just playing with her and kicked us out of the store. And took down our names. That scarred the hell out of me for the moment. But we hit another store and did it all over again. But played it better and didn t get kicked out of any more stores.
Then on our way across the street to get some ice cream. Then it was on to another store to do more damage to the sales force minds. Really was the ultimate adventure. So as we were standing waiting to cross the street my mom drives right by and I could see the amazed look that went to anger as she saw us. Me especially. As soon as she made us Linda was on the run to get home. My heart was near to attacking me. There was no way out of this fix. What was the chances she would have come by here. Why was she even here. I had to think fast at what I was going to say about this. But I couldn t think of anything to say. Nothing.
At home I just felt empty. I watched TV. I tried reading. But my mind was just on that my mom would be home soon and I was in trouble. How is it I would get myself into these. The excitement at some points is just not worth it. I guess I was feeling that we would get by with this. Her mom works at a office and there is no way she would be off early enough to find out what we did. And my mom is a standard workaholic. Why would she not be working. Not fair.
Finally I decided that I should follow through with my sick routine. So I went to my room and put my dressy things away. Made the room just emasculate. Then put my nightly back on and climbed into bed. I tried to take a nap. But my heart was racing so fast I couldn t do that. I just went over in my head of my mom scolding me till I got a head ache. She has a tendency to do that. Then on top of having to listen to her she would paddle me if it was that bad. I got up and looked out the window, no sight of her.
I was just starting to doze off when I heard the front door slam shut. It put the fear right back in me. What would happen was going off in my head. Over and over. Then my door burst open and it started. She came right over and said What is going on and why are you in bed? We know you are not... She was all red in the face. But stopped talking in mid-sentence. She then turned and left the room as fast as she had come. I was momentarily relieved. I could kind of regroup for the next attack. But She was back before I could even think clearly that she was gone. But my heart went out of control. She had the strap with her. All I could say was I was sorry.
She pulled my sheets out of my hands. I was kind of using them as a protective shield. Just some barrier between me and her. Then she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me forward. This caused my legs to get tangled under me and my face wound up pressed into the bed, legs under me and worst my bottom up in the air. It was all just a smooth move. And just as soon as my bottom was available that strap landed with a snap that echoed in the room. It was an awful stinging. I had no time to prepare or anything. Another one landed and I was screaming forgiveness. Then my mom landed on my left cheek that smacked me good. Followed on my right and then she was good at landed one that clipped both cheeks as they stuck out. That last one sent me into histories. Sniffling and sobbing. I finally got my legs out from under me and was able to roll over on my back. My mom did not like this one bit. But she started lecturing me on honesty and trust. And I am going way over and above being totally out of control. Well she wasn t going to go for that one bit. And if my bottom was the message than so be it.
I soon found my self laying over her lap with my nightly up exposing my bare bottom to her once again. I know it had to be showing signs of pinkness. She took that three piece strap and landed a mighty spank to me. I was in instant motion. I tried to wiggle off her lap. As I swayed to the right she brought that strap down and cracked it across my bottom. I am sure the neighbors could hear the results of that spanking. My bottom was burning with each spank I received. Another went down just above my legs. Right on my tender spots.
I looked back to plead for it to end. My mom sternly gave me my answer in a mighty crack to my already sore bottom. Oh, please. She was now getting into rhythm. That strap came crashing down making contact with my left and right cheeks as they stuck out for punishment. And the more I struggled to get off the lap the more exposed I seem to get myself.
My mom had me tightly around the waist. No way was I going anywhere with out her blessing. And for now she was in the middle of giving me a big blessing. Another spank landed cross my sore bottom. I jumped this way and that, rocked this way and that and was just plainly now in an involuntary movement from the spanking.
She was really yelling at me for being so deceitful. Each word was followed by a spank from the terrible stinging strap. I soon was doing all kinds of gyrations. Legs apart crawling, legs crossed with bottom tight, preparing for the next spank to land. Legs kicking wildly but soon stopped as another spank landed. Bottom bucking up and down. That lasted through three spanks. Until I realized I was helping her effort by bring my bottom up to meet the strap. Yikes... ouch.... arrrgghhhh.
As she was finishing up my paddling she stated that I could stay home tomorrow if I so desired and have another spanking just like this one. I cried out that I wanted to go back to school. I begged her to let me go. She never stopped spanking me. All the while we talked about how I could become a better daughter she kept smacking me with that strap. And when she did finally stop I could feel my bottom twitching this way and that. It was so sore and giving me this stinging burning feeling. I was babbling all kinds of remorse things to her. My bottom was burning now. Starting just above my thighs, where my bottom is rounded and spreading all over. But the worst was at that point.
My mom finally pulled me up right and I immediately reached with both hands to rub my bottom. I was squatting and standing... shifting from foot to foot. Just finding that one position that my raw bottom did not give me the reason to keep bawling. You can bet I was crying, just flooding my face with tears. Sniffling and pacing thw room. When my mom left me in my room to think things out I went to my bed to bury my face in a pillow. But this was only for a second cause the stinging would not go away. I kneeled on the bed with my legs folded under me and put my face in my mattress, razing my bottom high. I then reached behind me a soothed my bottom cheeks for all I was worth. If anyone came in I didn t care. It felt good and it was the only way I could get the stinging to tone down some.
After about fifteen minutes like this I got up and really felt tired from the spanking I just received. So I lay on the bed and soon fell into a light nap. I was really exhausted. I didn t realize how tired until I laid down. At first, having my bottom touch the mattress stung, but then the feeling crept all through me and it was exciting. Then I began to think what I must have looked like laying across my mom s knee while my bottom was going through different colors. It made me feel even sexier that before. I imagined me over some else s knee. Each time I thought of another person I would squirm and would wiggle to get that stinging feeling to increase. And then I fell deep asleep.
MaryJo