From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (Daria Little)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Sally's Weekend    M/f
Date: 22 Jun 1996 01:37:44 GMT

        

This involves spanking and kids, please don’t read if that offends you or 
you are under eighteen.

This is a fictional story.
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        SALLY’S MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND
                
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I shuffled my feet nervously trying to answer the question but nothing 
came out.

“Sally, I’ll ask you again” my Uncle Roy said, “one more time and then 
I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

It was the Memorial day weekend and my parents were gone for two days to 
visit a sick relative on my Mom’s side of the family and I was left in 
the care of my Uncle Roy, my father’s brother.  It had seemed a great 
arrangement and for the first day we had a swell time he went out of his 
way to keep me occupied and happy, it was easy to see that he hadn’t 
spent much time around kids, everything I saw that I expressed an 
interest in, was mine if he could do any thing about it, and I confess 
that I did take advantage of him.

Finally I answered in a squeaky eleven year old voice,  “I guess he’d 
punish me” I whispered softly.  “How would he punish you?” he asked.

“I don’t know” I said,  “I doubt that, came his response, now you best be 
honest with me or I assure you that you will not be pleased with the 
consequences.”

I gulped and said “my Dad would spank me,” and so he would, I thought to 
my self if he had ever caught me shoplifting on a trip to the store and 
it was so stupid, here Uncle Roy would have bought me anything I wanted 
and I just had to help my self to some candy,  I  was so dumb I thought 
to myself and then his next question brought me back to the situation at 
hand.

“How would he spank you?”  “Uhh  well he’d give me three swats and send 
me to my room for fifteen minutes,” Uncle Roy actually laughed at this 
outrageous lie, he had been at our house enough to know of the spankings 
and have a pretty good idea of what was a possible punishment and what 
was bull, and that’s just what he said “BULLCRAP,   Sally,  and one more 
lie and I assure you that you will regret it.”

I suspected he was right,  and forcing my self with all my will power I 
spilled it out, He would spank me on my bare bottom for stealing and he 
would spank me fifteen or twenty times until I was crying, “He would use 
Mom’s paddle,” I blurted out.  Mom’s paddle was a small thin paddle that 
Dad had made a few years ago and had MOM’S ENFORCER  in bold letters 
painted on the back of the business end, we kids referred to it simply as 
Mom’s paddle though we had darker feelings and names about it that we 
didn’t share with our parents.

“Then I suspect that’s what we should do, do you agree?”   I tried 
protesting and explaining that with another chance I would do better and 
never steal; again and so on, all to deaf ears, he just continued looking 
at me, finally accepting the inevitable hanging my head in shame, I said 
“yes sir I guess so.”

“Fine then please go get the paddle and meet me back here in the living 
room.”

Doing as he said I slowly shuffled towards the kitchen, went to the 
drawer where the paddle was kept, I picked up gingerly and walked back to 
the living room to find him seated on the sofa in the center, it was 
clear what was expected so I walked to the right of him and handed the 
paddle over.

I got onto the couch and shuffled over to him on my knees, placing my 
legs against his and started to lay across his lap, he put his hand out 
and said “aren’t we forgetting something Sally?”  I looked at his 
determined but seemingly sympathetic eyes and started to cry as I 
unbuckled my belt that was holding up my play jeans and started to lower 
them.  I tugged the jeans down to my bent knees and looking at him once 
again I placed my fingers in the waist of my panties and pulled them down 
all the way also to my knees, as quickly as I could I flopped onto his 
lap to avoid any more embarrassment, and damage to my tender pride.

“I won’t tell you what you did was wrong Sally, you already know that, 
you knew it when you did it,” and with that the paddle struck my bottom,  
it wasn’t the hardest first swat I’ve ever gotten but it stung and I 
yelped, This was the first time I’d ever been spanked by some one other 
than Mom or Dad and it was a whole new experience,

I was both embarrassed and just a little bit intrigued by this new 
experience, the feeling of newness soon wore off however as Uncle Roy was 
proving himself to be a quite capable spanker in contrast to the nice guy 
who had taken care of my every wish up to that point.

The sting was starting to build, and soon I was squirming on his lap, as 
the swats kept coming I stretched my legs out to the end of the sofa and 
pushed against the arm as I did the motion pushed me forward on his lap, 
too far for his needs and he took the waist of my jeans in his hand and 
raised me up at the knees just a bit and moved me back into what was an 
acceptable position, my jeans and panties went farther down my legs as a 
result and past my knees.


After about seven or so fairly firm swats that had me squirming and 
crying he patted my bottom a few times softly and put down the paddle and 
started using his hand, I tensed my bottom at this new assault and was 
warned that unless I loosened up he would use the paddle again, and 
despite all my tries to do so I just could not untense my fanny, he gave 
me a few more spanks with his hand and then let it rest on my bottom as 
he warned me again, with his hand there I could no more have relaxed than 
I could have grown wings, despite the fact I wanted to, and avoid the 
paddle, I started crying even more as I sensed he was picking up the 
paddle and with a “I warned you Sally,”  the paddle popped on my tail 
again and again and again.

Soon enough the spanking was over Uncle Roy was not a cruel man and I’m 
sure that as soon as he felt the lesson was learned he stopped the 
spanking, I lay across his lap crying both from the sting and relief it 
was over.  He took me gently by the arm and raised me up until I was on 
my knees and he reached over and pulled up my panties and jeans past my 
knees and up my legs to their correct position as I rubbed my eyes and 
the tears that flowed.

As I got to my feet he pulled me gently to him and kissed me on the 
forehead and said “you know I love you don’t you Sally?”  I said I knew 
it and I loved him and I wouldn’t do any thing bad again.

I was wrong about that the very next day.