From: SFPo8@aol.com Subject: Waiting Waiting It was not such a terrible thing I had done, I thought, at least not when you considered what a bad day it had been. First there was that report card, with two D's on it; I had to bring that home and show it to my mother. I knew she would be angry, but she did not believe in punishing me for bad grades. Then I had to show her the note from the teacher, saying my grades were so low because I had failed to do most of my homework. That was harder to explain; I always said that my homework was finished, even when it wasn't. But if my sister hadn't teased me, I never would have thrown my milk at her during dinner and called her a bitch. That was when I was sent to my room and told to wait. "Your mother and I will be up in half an hour," my father said, "to give you the good, sound spanking you deserve." It is the waiting I remember. Waiting, and wondering, over and over again, what was in store. Would I have to take my pants down? The last time I was spanked I had to do this; it was not as embarrassing as having them pulled down by my mother. But that was for just a little lie; this was obviously going to be worse. Maybe I would have to take off my underpants too, or maybe my mom or dad would pull them off me before I had a chance to do it myself. Maybe they expected me to be waiting for them with my pants already down; would they be angry if I wasn't? What could I say or do to avoid being spanking? Couldn't I find some way, some words, to change their minds; could I offer something? Beg? Compromise? Or would that just make my parents angry, and result in a longer, harder over-the-knee session, an extra hard spanking for arguing? Who was going to spank me? Mom? Dad? Both? Would they both be watching? My mom didn't spank as hard as my dad, but I was still more embarrassed getting a spanking from her than from him, especially that time when, for some reason I could not understand, I got hard in front while she spanked me, and she saw me when it was over and got red in the face. Did she tell my dad about that? Yes, I thought, they would certainly spank me on the bare bottom this time. They were really mad! But what would they spank me with? Dad usually just used his hand, and that hurt plenty. But mom used a hairbrush once, and that hurt even worse, although she let me keep my shorts on that time. What would a hairbrush spanking on the bare bottom feel like? I shivered. Once, my dad had threatened to use his belt; that really scared me. Would he do that? Could I argue with him, like, "Please, Dad, you can spank me harder if you don't use the belt," or "I'll take my pants down myself, but please don't use the hairbrush this time," or even, "Look, mom, I have my pants down already so you can spank me. Let me get over your lap now. See...I know I deserve a good spanking, so go ahead." Would that pacify them? What if they brought my sister in to watch! I didn't want her to see me naked, especially when I might get hard again. And, if I did, would that make my parents even angrier? Maybe if I just lay down over the edge of the bed, with my pants already lowered, then, if my sister came in, she wouldn't see anything much. After all, they told me I would get a spanking, and that would show I was willing and cooperative, and they might go easy. But mom always gave me a spanking by making me lie across her lap. Perhaps she would think that I was lying on the bed so she couldn't spank me as hard. Would that make her madder? I better just wait. Why didn't they come? Why did I have to wait so long? I wanted to get it over with, but, at the same time, I didn't want to think about what was going to happen. I didn't want to think about myself lying across mom's or dad's knees, my bottom turning bright red, kicking and bawling, pleading with them, "Please, please stop. I'll be good! I'm sorry! OUCH! OWW!" And the spanking going on and on. It was going to hurt so much. I didn't want it to happen. But it would. It would really hurt this time. And then I saw the door handle turn.