Subject: RL #30 from Scottsdale (M/f)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 18 Jun 1996 17:32:44 -0400
Well I hope this meets with your satisfaction, who ever reads it. And if it doesn't I am very sorry. I actually wrote it more for me then you anyway. So if you don't read it that is fine. But of those of you that know me I wrote it for you too. And you know who you are. And for the true person that knows what a good sound spanking is all about. For the feeling and for the memory.
Start reading....
It was a very hot day. I had my best friends over to share my pool with me. Both parents were at work. But it really was so hot. We just sat in the shallow end of the pool and talked about which store was the best for buying clothes in. Tonya was the clothes freak. She could go shopping for hours and not come home with anything. Me, I have to buy something or else I think I have wasted all that time. Linda came up with a cool idea. That we could go downtown and try on clothes. We could take a camera and we could each have a picture in the best outfits. We could play like models. It sounded OK except I kind of remember the last time I did something like that what I got at home. But of course it wasn't because of trying on the clothes. It was lying about being sick in order to stay home from school. But I couldn't get that feeling out of my mind so I kind of played like I thought it would be boring.
Then I came up with an idea. I said lets go to the Grand Canyon today. I got all these crazy looks from my friends. They all wanted to know how that was going to happen. Well, we would drive there of course. Linda has a driver's license. I have the car. They all stopped and just stared at me. Now what planet did I come from they all wanted to know. I gave them the plan. We could take my dad's jeep and we could drive up to the Canyon and spend about three hours and be back before anyone knew we were gone. Of course there were lots of rumbling about that. And eventually it got discarded as fast as I had come up with it. For one thing they said we could not get there in two hours. What did I have between my head any way, grapefruit for brains. Than came from Sara. What kind of wise crack was that? Grapefruit? She was the sweetest girl you ever wanted to meet. As I friend I mean. I don't think she has ever said a bad word or done a single thing that was naughty in her whole life.
Ever. Really disgusting. We all liked her. The first words out of her mouth always were "Gosh, do you think we should?" It is something like a little kid who always says "Why?" No real thought behind it. She just pops out with it.
Well we were getting mighty bored sitting in my pool trying to think of something to do. So I had another idea. Let's go to Seguro. So we all thought a second and Linda volunteered to drive and I got the keys to the jeep. And away we went. This was about ten in the morning. So there we were all excited, I don't know why. It is just a lake east of here. But it was exciting. I had my heart a pumping. I do know why my heart was pumping, but it couldn't possibly be the reason for my friends. And poor Sara. She wanted to be part of our group, but she was not so sure of going along with this. "Gosh, do you think we should?" We all stopped and looked at her for a second. Then just started to laugh. And we were off to get our show off swimming stuff. Dry things. And the like.
We all met back at my place and the only one who was slow in arriving was Sara. But she did finally come. Just before we thought to leave without her. We were out on the country road in no time. The place was no more than ten miles from home so we would not be on the road long, and frankly that was just fine with me. Maybe my idea to go to the canyon was a little insane.
Everyone was talking for all they were worth. And if it had been recorded nothing would have been understandable. I remember it very well.
If you listened you could here a word here and there, but nothing that made any since. Unless, of course, it was you that was saying it. I mean, I made perfect since, but Sara just kept knodding her head, but really, she couldn t understand me when she could hear me.
We all changed as we went down the road. The only one that was not so sure about this was Sara. She asked her same auto-question. But did it. Actually, she was not all that bad. In fact, if she would take the time she could be really pretty. Well, she is really pretty, but if she paid attention to how she looks everyone would notice this. I noticed she had a nice tan and her bottom was whiter than white. What a contrast.
And the suit she put on.... was gorgeous. Out standing. Above board. Fantastic. She turned into a real doll. And she started getting comments from everyone... and now we could be understood. Sara just blushed. So under that shy face was this girl that was probably wilder than any of us.
We traveled around the lake on the north side. On the south side was the public access. And for today we just wanted to fake being alone. If all goes right somebody will notice us from the south side and figure away to us. The secret was to act stuck up and snotty. The harder you are to get, the more guys you can attract. MJ s law.
It wasn t too long before we had our own party on the south side. They were college guys too. Great catch. But as soon as they found out how old we were you would have thought we had some kind of disease. They were gone as fast as they came. That really got me out of sorts. I was really nasty to talk to from then on. And we soon had enough fun in the sun and headed back to town.
We left so fast that we didn t get out of our suits, just threw our pants on over them. Linda was in a hurry. She felt that if we hurried we could get to the public pool and maybe get something going then. Me, I just wanted to get the jeep back in the garage before anyone noticed it was gone. Now I might add that all of us had thrown our clothes on except for Sara. She was beginning to feel pretty foxy with her suit on and I didn t want to be the one to tell her that she was heading back to reality. So away we flew. Flying is correct. If we had wings this buggy would flown. On one side we all were scared that Linda was going to kill us and on the other side we were afraid our parents would kill us if they found out we had skipped town.
As we neared the city limits Linda slowed down. Now was not the time to get caught by the police. Just some nice easy driving. Nothing to be in a hurry about now. We had about twenty minutes before my mom was home and a hour before my dad. All was going just as we planned it. Except for the college chicken heads who couldn t handle the high school crowd. That is their problem.
But things quickly got worse. As we pulled up into the drive parents came flowing out of the house. What is the problem here. My heart was racing and I know my face was blushing. My dad had the door open before the jeep came to a stop. Yelling for us all to get out. Out.
Was all he could say. And I might tell about Sara first. You know the quiet little girl who does nothing wrong. The one that we were all told has never ever had a spanking in her life. That is what she has told us time and again. Her dad grabbed her and gave her two shakes. And asked what in the world she was doing riding around in this jeep. That was the end of the conversation. He tucked her under his arm, right there in view of the whole block, and throw back her terrycloth robe and paused. What in gods name do you have on.
He saw the skimpy bathing suit she was wearing. Just a moment pause. And then Sara s dad smacked her on the round bottom. Spank, and Sara gave out a bawling you wouldn t believe. Her bottom cheeks, which were sticking out of the suit legs now, were quickly turning pink. She was squirming and bawling for her mommy to help her. But her mom was right beside her dad with the look of stone. Once Sara started to slip out of her dad s hold. He quickly caught her and raised her legs off the ground and bottom up higher and wailed away on those tender buns. She was soon quivering for mercy. But never once did she stop kicking and squirming at each smack from her dad. When he was done, which only took about two minutes, but I bet Sara thought it was a life time.
When Sara s dad put her back on the ground she was one sorry girl.
She didn t care that about 15 people saw her spanked. She went right to rubbing her bottom and prancing around bawling. I am sure she couldn t see anyone anyway. Her mom took her to their car and they drove off. All this was going on in flashes. But I got a good look see at her getting that spanking. And it hit me that was not the first time that girl has gotten spanked. The little liar. I smiled to myself at that. But I certainly didn t let anyone see me smiling.
From then it was a mad dash for parents to select their daughter and whisk them home. We were all in the trouble of the summer. I hope this is the worst time of my summer. My dad apologized all over the place and when the last car drove away he just continued right over to me and dragged me into the house. I was not going willing and was chattering all the time as it was not my fault. But he wanted to know how Linda had the key to the jeep. Well, was all I could say.
But he really wasn t interested. He dragged me to his bedroom to put the key back where it belonged. Then he took me to my room to help me to remember to never take that key without permission ever again. As I went through the doorway I say laying on the bed the leather strap that has been the main punishment tool in my house since I was ten. This strap was made of three pieces of leather. All three pieces were about an eight of inch thick. they were sewed together one on top of the other. And all three pieces were different sizes. They were sewn together like a pyimid.
Each one inside the other. And together they formed a stiff leather strap.
I was ordered to take off my pants. I started sniffling as I did that. I kept explaining that I didn t mean no harm in going to the lake. I just kept pleading for another chance. All this while I slipped my jeans off. Now standing there in my two pieace bathing suit and white sweat shirt. My dad just kept watching me get ready without saying anything to my pleading. When I finally got the jeans off he scooped me up and bent me over his knee. He sat on the bed and adjusted me so my bottom was at the high point. He grabbed my suit bottoms and peeled them off.
Now I quite pleading for mercy and just pleaded that I would be a good girl from now on. Just don t spank me, daddy. I kept repeating that. But during the third plead that strap landed on my bottom with a loud splat. Followed of course by my wailing scream. Then the second landed even harder causing me to take a breath. It cut my bawling short. I was frozen from the awful stinging feeling in my butt. But this was disturber by the third one that put me into animation. I was now kicking, clawling, and wiggling like a bug in water. If I was to get the forth, it would be on a moving target. But my dad was a good aim and smack came the forth. Then smack, spank, crack, smack. I was jumping about or should I say bucking. Twisting everywhich way and getting smacked at each turn. Smack came another. I was bawling so loudly that I couldn t hear anything my dad was saying. And he was saying a lot.
My legs were off the floor and he had me pushed forward so my head was almost touching the floor too. And he was spanking away on my bottom.
Making sure every part of my bottom got the right amount of attention. That leather strap was stinging me so badly that I thought he was turning my bottom into a pieace of leather too. There was no let up. For being so defiant and taking the jeep for the second time there would be no relief. When I was thirteen I took the jeep for a joy ride. Got the spanking of my life that time. Until now, now this was the spanking of my life.
Then finally he pulled me off his lap. And as soon as my feet hit the floor I started prancing around bawling and rubbing my poor bottom. He told me that he felt that I had a lot of good qualities and that it was up to him to get them to come forward. And when I do something good I will be rewarded and when I do something stupid I would be rewarded for that too. It just so happens that this was something stupid. I just kept jumping about holding my stinging bottom and bawling. Who cares what he was saying. My attention was purely on my bottom. It stung from the bottom between the legs all the way up on both sides. Everywhere. Mostly the rounded parts of my fanny got the most spanks. Just so that when I walked or sat down I would remember that I had gotten spanked.
And when any of my friends called that day to go out my mom or dad would tell them that MaryJo is unable to play today. She is recovering from a spanking she got for being naughty. On top of the spanking I had to take the embarrassment of my friends knowing that I had gotten spanked at 14 years. At least almost 14.
Later in the week my friends and I got together and we found out that we all had gotten a spanking for our fun in the sun. And we all made sure Sara knew it too. She got it almost as bad as I did. The other girls only gotten about five spanks, but now I and Sara had something we could relate to. Oh, Linda too.... she got it just about as bad as I did.
It was mostly because her dad was a banker and she had embarrassed him by doing this thing. So he let her know it from the bottoms up position. Tonya got a good spanking too, but the top spankings were Sara and me. After comparing notes it was no competition.
MaryJo