Subject: RL 18 from Scottsdale (F/f twice)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 7 May 1996 00:42:20 -0400
Any disclamer of sorts is the same as anyother so if you are to young for this than get out of here right now before your mommy finds you here and gives you a spanking. Much to our delight.
This is dedicated to my new friend, although I haven't heard from her in quite awhile.
Just another memory.
There were all kinds of rules in my house. None could be broken or else the result was a spanking. My brother was not excused either. In fact, if a rule was broken and he didn't get spanked I made mention of the fact.
And my mother being a fair individual would see to it that he got was coming to him. And he never let me off either. Sometimes I think my mom was just plan tired and not wanting to go through the effort to spank us. But if we challenged her to the rules then she would not hesitite. I guess the thing I am trying to say is my mom believed in spanking and didn't change her mind until I was out of high school. It could be a very painful event.
One time I remeber is I had just cme home late from school. I was a 16 year old junior in high school. The fact was I had gone to the mall without permission. The rule is to come straight home from school. If not, then a phone call was needed to explain the reason. Mom confronted me the moment I shut the front door. Shw was wearing a white silk blouse and her skirt to match. I don't know why I remeber that so much. I was wearing my school outfit, plaid dress and white blouse. I was feeling really scarred and excited at what she was about to do. But didn't expect the way she did it this time. Usually, a spanking was on my bare bottom in my room over her knees. It would sting and I would eventually give in and cry.
This day was different. I don't know why. But she had a different look. A look of frustration maybe. But she differently was very upset. She always seemed in control. But this time I somehow felt I should talk my way out. No matter how sometimes I feel after a spanking, the need to satisfy a sexual need. She grabbed my arm and gave me a good shaking. Scolding me for woring her. She whacked me a couple of times on the seat and shook me some more. It didn't hurt all that much. Just a little embarassing getting shook like a little grade schooler. Then she let go and said I was in need of a spanking for this. I smarted off to her like what did she think she just gave me. Bad choice of words at that moment. When she is like this keeping the mouth shut is most important. But I never seem to remember that.
I sighed in defeat as soon as I backed talked her. I then expedted to follow her to my bedroom where my over the knee spanking always took place. But instesa she stormed down to the cellar, dragging me with her. When we got there mother had me pull a chair into the center tof the room and vend over the back of it. I dod so, feeling confused and a little scared. I had always been put over her knee and going over the chair really put me in a position for her to spanke me like never before. In order to get over the back of the chair my feet were lefted from the ground. Then to keep for falling completely over the chair I had to spread my legs for balance. This really made me vulnerble to my most tender spot of my bottom.
My mother then went over to the table and picked up the strape that I had felt on many occasions before. She kept this in her bedroom and my heart skipped at the sight of it. She had planned on doing this from the very beginning. Nothing I said upstairs. If that was not the case then the strape would not have been down in the basement. I pleaded with her that Iwas sorry, but that was way past. She just really got mad at me for whinning now that I was about to get spanked. That I didn't think of pleading forgiveness while we were upstairs. As my heart started racing and bead os perspiration dripped down my forehead, she came into position.
She pulled up my dress and pulled down mmy panties. I really was pleadying for her not to do this. I was really feeling sorry for myself now. I started crying when it hit me how the strape was really going to hurt as it spanked my bare bottom in that position.
I had only a split second to think all this when mom began to swing the strape. I gritted my teeth tightly. The strape ripped through the air and came smacking down on my bare fleshy bottom. "Oooowww!" I knew my legs shot staight at the stinging feeling. But being bent over the back of the cussioned chair my legs went down and my bottom streched tighly. I tried to relax and move my bottom to easy the stinging spanking. My bottom quivcered as I felt the buring sensationg across both bottom cheeks, which quicly traved througout my entire boddy. Mom fell into a ryhthm, spanking my bare behind with horrible efficeiency. The thick strap whistled throught eh basement air and made a loud sickeing thud every time it landed on my porr bottom. Byut the third stroke I was crying in ernist. Momma's hand spnakings never felt nearly as painful as this and I soon found myself beggeing for her to stop. Even with the strape while bent over her knee did not hurt as much. It hurt, but not as much. Maybe it was how quickly. It must have been her standing behind me and able to swing that stape in that position. It was harder and faster than when I was across her knee.
Any thoughts of this spanking hurt more than over the knee were not going on at the moment. I was too busy trying to move my bottom out of the way.
Which was useless being I was drapped over the back of the chair. As I was trying to think when it would stop she spanked my bottom two more times, sending echoing sounds as that leather met my fleshy bottom. She just kept scolding me about going to the mall instead of coming home. Instead of calling I was only thinking of myself. Or not thinking at all. Each sentence was dotted with a smack from that strape.
On it went, until I kndw I wouldn't be sitting down without severe pain and wincing for days afterward. When mom decided I had enoguh, she made me stadn and pull my panties back up over my scoaling bottom. Before doing so I turned my head to look at my backside. It was a sroe looking mess. Ugly dark pruplish stripes criss crossed my cheeks. There were evn a few welts on the top of my thighs.
I tearfully promised momma that another spanking bent over the chair would not be necessary, then I followed her back upstairs. He shoes pounding out with added determination as we went back up stairs. I had been spanked many times but this one was different. Each click of her shoes on the steps echoed in my head making me think of each smack that strap had made on my bottom only moments before.
At this time my mom took me to my room never skipping a beat on out of hand I had been getting lately. I was sniffly and had trouble walking with out my bottom cheeks rubbing together in this stinging state. I really thought my punishment was over execpt for this horindess scolding. Please stop I thought. In my room my mom finished the lecture about manners and decorum and then repeat the old fictions about doing this for my own good. What was she saying. She already let me have it. Then my mom pulled out, I don't know where, a paddle. My knees just about gave out completly at the sight of it. It was laying on my bed and I didn't see it. It was about fourteen inches long, thick with a handle cut in one end. She made me take off my dress and slip so I was just in my bra and panties. I was quite scared. And really turned on all the tears I could manage. Babbling out how I had learned my lesson. Rubbing my bottom which was so sore. I couldn't take another spanking at that moment. I started jumping from foot to foot crying forgiveness. I was really meaning it too. She sat on the bed and pulled me over. And she brushed my panties popping my sore cheeks into view once again. Now I was in the standard position but with a really sore bottom this time.
Then mom laid into me with the paddle. With my bottom in the state it was in she could have just laid in on my backside and I would have screamed in pain. So you can imagine what I sounded like as she made the first contact of that paddle. I was bucking and kicking completly out of control. But her tight hold on me kept me on her lap. I was crying my eyes out from the smackng I was getting. By the time she had spanked me six times I was begging for her to stop at the top of my lungs. I didn't care if the whole town heard me, which probably they did. And of course everyone in the house knew why I was being spanked. I hated having my brother around when this was happening. I was always afaird he would tell his friends that his sisteen year old sister still got spanked. And the whole school would know.
Belive me, my mom took her time in delivering this spanking. She knew the effect each smack had on my already sore bottom. A spanking was never like this before. She spanked me from the top of my bottom where cheeks parting came together to the base of my bottom where legs started forming.
I just knew, that besides the welts that had developed from the starping my bottom must be one massive red glow.
She then jerked me to my feet. It was over. I was on the move. I could not just stand there. I was rubbing my bottom as fast as I could and pacing back and forth in front of her. She scolded me some more and if I didn't think I had learned my lesson that she had plenty of energy to continue. I promised to be good for ever and ever. I couldn't even see very well through my teary eyes. I had both hands messaging my sore bottom and shiffing from foot to foot. Then started pacing the floor again. My mom then orded me to bed. I jumped into bed and buried myself under the covers. On my tummy of course and cried myself to sleep. I had not real desiere to satisfy the glow I sometimes would get after a spanking at that age. But it wasn't the last time I took off for the mall.
MaryJo