Subject: RL 24 froom Scottsdale (F/ff)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 31 May 1996 15:27:07 -0400
Don't read if you can't take it, and by now you know what that means.
It was another hot day and my friends and I were just sitting around trying to decide what to do. Linda and I had just finished playing tennis. That was one of the stupid things we do. We get a gallon of lemonade and go to the court to play. Now we are the only one s there. Because we are the only one s nuts enough to play in 100 degree weather. But it really isn t all that bad. I know I am rambling, but bare with me. We play in our bathing suits and sit in the shade after each match and drink and talk. It really is fun. I think I like the talking part the most. We talk about anything and everything. But now we are have picked up some of our classmates. A movie really sounds like the thing to do. Air conditioning away from my parents sounds perfect.
But nobody had any money. So things are pretty boring. Soon the others drift away leaving Linda and me alone. It is too hot to be thinking out here so we go into Linda s house. She lives across the street from me so it isn t much different than my house. But her mother doesn t bother us as much. We sit up the lemonade on a cofndoors. The problem with Scottsdale is that after awhile you get used to the inside temperature and start getting hot again. So she and I take off our shorts to get a new feeling of cool. As her brother works and her dad is gone until later there is no harm here about showing off. Besides we are wearing our bathing suits.
It is funny about bathing suits. On the beach or by the pool it feels natural to show off in a sexy suit. But I would think to ever be caught dead in the mall in one. I would feel naked. Or let her brother see me in Linda s house. But it was hot. So now Linda and I were trying to decide what to do. But inside. Nothing sounded any good. I think we were getting close to going to the pool. We could go into her back yard to hers. But at the public pool we might meet some of our friends. That was were the group was going. But Linda didn t want to do that then. But she told me that was then and this is now. That girl can drive me crazy at the most weirdest times.
So as we are deciding this we are goofing off with this tennis ball. It was nothing at first. I was sitting on a cushy living room chair and she was laying on the couch. We were just tossing the ball back and forth while trying to decide what to do. Pretty soon the tossing was picking up pace and we were getting giggly. In the heat of being better that the next through I reached out with my tennis racket and popped it back to Linda. She caught it and whipped it at me and I defended myself and sent the ball sailing out of control and knocked over this vase type lamp. It was all like slow motion... the lamp fell off the table and bounced once as the lamp shade took the fall. But after this bounce it flipped slightly and landed on the base. This then shattered. CRASH... we both just froze.
A moment after the crash Linda s mom came running into the living room. My heart just went wild. WHAT ARE YOU DOING! My lamp, my lamp. Geewhiz here. It is just an old lamp. But her mom was really mad. She went running to the lamp that were now pieces on the floor. Five big ones and a ton of splintery ones. Linda was all flushed in the face. I got worried at this because she was scared as hell. I was thinking that it might be a good time to go home. In fact, I was expecting Linda s mom to yell at me to do exactly that. Linda was mounting with a face of tears now.
Linda, MaryJo, you two just go sit on that couch until I clean this up. Now! Not tomorrow. Get over there. She didn t even give us a chance to do as she said. She was yelling at how irresponsible we were and how many times Linda was told not to play in the living room. Linda should have kept her mouth shut and just listened. But she said we weren t playing. Just tossed the ball a couple of times. Through sniffles she said this. Her mom came rushing into the living room waving a finger at her. What do you mean you weren t playing? What was it. YOU WERE PLAYING! Now just sit there and be quite. Her mom went back to the kitchen and came back and cleaned up the broken vase.
Linda kept saying that she didn t mean to. And I did too. In fact, I told her that it was my fault. I accidentally hit the ball to hard and it crashed into the lamp. Linda s mom just kept on yelling about that we have been told many times before not to play in the living room. Outdoors is where tennis is played. Now we were in big trouble. She was getting red in the face and all kinds of things were coming out of her mouth. But I didn t really hear all of them. I was to busy trying to figure out what she meant that we were going to be paying for it pretty soon. Linda had more of an idea. She started shedding a river of tears and babbling about how sorry she was.
Her mother took the last bits to the kitchen in an awful hurry. She came hurrying back into the living room. She was moving just short of running.
Went into the hall disappearing from sight. I heard a door open and slam shut. Linda started bouncing up and down on the couch. Really getting into her crying fit. Her mother came back into the room in the same hurry. She came racing over to us. I was expecting her to grab Linda and shake her to death. I was really scared like I said before. But it wasn t Linda that she grabbed. It was me. And before I knew what was up I was laying across her lap. My suit was skin tight as all suits are and this was my worst fear. Getting a spanking in a bathing suit. All I had time to say was Please don t . I did not see that Linda s mother had come back with a hairbrush. But I did feel it. It smacked me right on the fleshy side of my bathing suit clad bottom. I only got one smack on my suit. She peeled my bottom suit off my bottom. I was now laying face down with my bottom being targeted by Linda s mom. The next one landed square on my lower bare bottom. It sent me into a frenzy of kicking and yelling for her to stop. My bottoms of my bathing suit were twisted near my knees causeing me not to be able to kick or move about as much as my aching bottom wanted me to. Each yelp from me brought another stinging spank. Before long I was bouncing this way and that on her lap. I managed once to twist my bottom into her stumock so it could not be spanked. This was only a moment before she pushed me back into position. Then another crashing spank landed. Before too long my bottom must have looked like one gigantic apple color. Cause that is sure the way it felt.
Then I was jerked to my feet and allowed to dance around holding my bottom.
All this time Linda never stopped crying. I too was in a state of histera. Tears were streaming down my face as I was doing the jig to cool off my bottom. My bathing suit was stuck between my butt and my knees. Almost half way there. It was all clumped up and I couldn t get it up to cover my bottom. But I was more concerned with the awful stinging feeling. I would walk from one end of the living room to the other rubbing my bottom with both hands. Walking was not exactly how I got around. As the suit was stuck on my legs I was not able to walk, but sort of scutted about the room. Both hands were doing double duty at rubbing my stinging bottom. The sight of my rosy red bottom and tears flowing down my face did not help the state of mind Linda was in. She never stopped bouncing on the couch in fear of what was in store for her.
Her mother grabbed her and she now lay face down. She didn t wait for that first spank to land. She was squirming and kicking way before her mother smacked her a good one. As Linda was fidgeting on her mother s lap her suit was peeled off like mine. Only enough for her bottom to peek out to the warm air. He mother smacked her really hard. It appears she landed that first one way harder than she spanked me. The sound echoed in the living room only out done by Linda screaming. She was trying to crawl off her mom s lap. She would bring a knee forward and push off. Only she slipped and never moved anywhere. Her mom had a good hold on her. Smack came that awful paddle.. Yelping followed from Linda. And I could see pink starting to appear. Spank after smack was landed. Each one was really hard. I can only imagine what anyone walking by thought was going on inside. Well only if they were dumb would they not know. Her mother was continuing to really make an impression on Linda s bottom. She was wiggling now for her life. At least to be able to sit again in this life time. It was something to see. Even while I was still pacing the floor trying to get that stinging and throbbing feeling to ease up just a little. I was adding to the noise to. Make no doubt about it that I was still bawling from the stinging spanking that I had received. But even I was taken back at what her mother was doing to her own daughter. During this paddling Linda soon had kicked her bottom suit clean off. Legs were flaring ever which way. Once almost clobbered her mother in the head. This was countered with a great volley of spanks in the most sensitive areas. I knew just how that stinging spanking was spreading all over her bottom.
Then finally her mother jerked Linda to her feet. She could hardly stand.
Her mother gave her a good shaking and scolded her for not controlling her friends while in the house. All I really focused on was poor Linda blazing bottom. It was just a solid deep rose color. And I am sure Linda did not care to listen to what her mother was saying. Who could hear over the loud bawling that she and I were doing. Now my bottom was cooling off just a little, but Linda was fresh off the lap with a mighty stinging bottom. This was quiet obvious from watching her jiggle around. She did not want to stand there in front of her mother. She could not stand still. But had to hop about like me. We certainly were a sight. She was in such a state. Crying so loud that nothing her mother said was heard by me. Then we both had to stand in different corners of the kitchen. At least I had been able to pull my suit back up. But Linda was on display.
When her mom left us alone she started clowning around. Sticking her fanny out for me to see if it was getting back its natural pale color. At first I wouldn t take my eyes off the corner wall I was suppose to be starring at. But she started calling me chicken and that. So I snuck a peek. Her bottom was not any different to me than it was when her mother stopped spanking her. The deepest color of red was in the sitting area, but that isn t saying much. She still had color all over. My bottom too was stinging. I pulled my suit down and stuck my bottom out for her to tell me what I looked like. But Linda just turned quickly toward the wall and left me there sticking my bottom out for all the world to see. Problem? Well, Linda mom came back into the kitchen. She didn t see her daughter goofing off and out of her corner. But she saw me.
Are you mocking me. MaryJo? she said to me in an obvious pissed off mood. She walked toward me in a no nonsense manner. I was scarred just like I was earlier. I began to cry that I was just trying to ease the soreness in my bottom. On the way over to me she reached up next to a cabinet to take down a cheese cutting board. It would serve nicely as a paddle. I just started hoping about. Yelling that I would be good. Over and over. Holding my hands behind me. Pleading that I wasn t being disrespectful. But it feel on uncaring ears now. Nest she grabbed the kitchen chair and dragged it over to me. And then I was next. She sat down with a plop and I was put over her knee. In the haste of pleading that I wasn t doing anything I still had my bathing suit down. So Mrs. Walters didn t have to do that. So in one motion I was laid across her lap and smacked. There was no time to prepare. Over my all ready sore bottom this was like sitting on coals. I don t know how else to discribe it. In matter of minutes, no seconds I was bucking up and down on her lap. Side to side. Any way that I thought I could get my bottom out of the way of the paddle. Smack, dead center, my bottom was so sore. It craved for the spanking to stop. It also was starting to have a glowing affect on me too. Like any mintue I might just pee my pants. If I had any up that is. But it wasn t any pee. Smack, smack. Left cheek, right cheek. Then the dreadful bottom part. Just above the thighs, and making contact with both mounds of butt at the same time. This really caused me to jump. Sometimes I was able to twist around to avoid a good solid spank. After being able to do this a few times, Mrs. Walter readjusted me. Placed me between her legs and tucked me under her left arm. Placed a leg over my legs so I was not able to kick so freely and caused my tender bottom to stick out for the rest of the spanking. When a smack landed all I could to was flinch my bottom. Tighten and untighen my cheeks. I could claw with my arms all I liked. Sometimes if I really wiggled I could move forward a little. But in doing that cause my bottom to raise and would receive a vicious spank. And also when I did that Mrs. Walters didn t hesitate to deliver. She ususally could smack me at least twice in the sitting area before I squenched back down. Then the second spanking was over.
I was let up and ordered back to the corner. I now was crying so loud that Linda seemed to have stopped crying. But when I looked over at her she still was sniffling and sheading tears. She now was putting on a show for her mom. No way could she be in as much pain as I was at that moment. To this day I think I was cute looking, in the corner, now my bathing suit were bunched up at my ankles. It occurred to me to pull them up. But when I bent down to pull them up Mrs. Walter gave me two hard smacks which put me back into hopping motion. All that occurred to me was to hop about in that corner from foot to foot and rub my sore bottom for all I was worth.
We had to stand in the corner until about midafternoon and then we were asked if we had learned our lesson. Especially Linda. Mrs. Walters asked her why she had been spanked. Linda had to resite the correct answer or wind up getting another spanking and doing more corner time. She passed. Mrs. Walters was standing there holding that cheese board paddle. No way was I or Linda going to say the wrong thing. Then I was told to pull my suit up and go home. I was told my mother was waiting for me.
My heart just gave out when I heard that. Mrs. Walters and my mom have been friends for ever. And anytime I got a spanking at Linda s house the same treatment was waiting for me at my house. It was a long walk home.
MaryJo