Subject: RL #25 from Scottsdale (F/f)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 7 Jun 1996 00:26:07 -0400
This is for big girls and boys only. Any little minded people should stay clear. That is all. We all know what this news group is... so take head.
Begin, If you hadn't read RL 24 do... this is the slow walk home.
When I got up from my grandma s lap I my bottom was a blaze. I tried to think of another word to use cause most people use that word to describe the condition of their bottoms after a spanking. But that is the perfect word. I was stamping my feet in place for awhile and rubbing my bottom through my shorts. I was crying partly because of the spanking. But also that she did it to me in front of the whole neighborhood. Mostly it was the stinging feeling in my shorts that made me cry that day. And also that I knew my mother was waiting for me at home. I really dreaded that. Now I had to make my way home. Had to walk past all the kids who were watching. I am sure my face was as flush as my bottom.
I was taking my time getting to the gate. My grandma rushed up behind me and swiped my bottom with the wicked switch. This got me through the gate in a hurry. I took off in a run until I got through to the alley. But my bottom was hurting to much to run. It caused my shorts to rub faster. It hurt. So I slowed and walked the rest of the way home. It was only three houses. My house was sort of kiddy-corner from my grandma s house. I could see my mom waiting at the door for me. I was not in a hurry for this. I knew what she would do. Besides scolding me for putting my grandma through this.
I could see the look in my friends faces. Some were smirking at me. Glad that I was in for it. And some were feeling sorry for me. I could tell who was who. I couldn t see one boy that felt sorry for me. Most were grinning. One turned around and patted his fanny. I just now wanted to get out of the alley and inside as fast as I could. I could feel all of the switch marks on my fanny. Surely my mom would be nice to me when she saw it. I am sure.
As I got close to the backdoor I could see my mom standing there. Tight lipped with her hands on her hips. Really looking disgusted at me. I knew that she was mad. I don t know why, it wasn t like I did any of this on purpose. I was just playing. What is the problem here. I will tell you. I can hear her say that. Your grandma thinks I am raising a hellyoung. Or something like that. I never really listen, I just try to withdrawal into myself and forget this is happening.
As I get close to the backdoor my mom comes out and takes hold of my ear and pulls me inside. I hop to it. Believe you me. I hate it when she does that. In the door she lets go of my ear and holds on to my upper arm and really gives me five hard spanks over my shorts. I really jump about, trying to run away from her spanking. But she has my arm and all that happens is we go around in a circle as she cracks my bottom. I lean back trying to get my bottom out of reach. But all she does is slide her leg in front of me, which stops me from running around in circles with her holding onto my arm. And I get pushed over half bent with bottom sticking out. She really gives me a couple of more hard spanks. I am on my feet so I can t wiggle very much to get loose. Then she straightens me out and tells me to go to my room. Crying and rubbing my bottom I tell her I hate her, I hate grandma. I hate everyone. This infuriates her even more. She then grabs me again. And I am really sorry I blurted that out. I try to pull away. But my mom pulls me over her lap as she sits on a kitchen chair. She gives me a really hard hand spanking for being so disrespectful. I am now kicking and crying as she continues to spank me. This only lasts about two minutes, but she was spanking hard and very fast. I wasn t counting, but it was a lot of spanks. Then she jerks me to my feet and scolds me again.
All this time I am crying and when on my feet again I start rubbing my bottom like no ones business. It does not help at all. It is really stinging. Some of the hurt is between my cheeks. Like I can feel little welts forming from the switching that my grandma did to me. And the hand spanking from my mom just added to it. I was pacing the kitchen rubbing and crying. My mom doesn t feel sorry at all. In fact, she wasn t done with me. When she was I was not going to be able to sit for a week at least. She promised me this. I then was told again to go to my room. This time I went with out comment. Unless crying and rubbing my bottom all the way to my room is a statement. But I was feeling pretty mad at everyone. The kids outside, and my grandma and mom. Not fair.
Up in my room I slammed the door closed. I kicked over a chair and stamped my feet on the floor as hard as I could. I through my dolls off my bed and flopped down on it. I immediately rolled over on my tummy and cried in my arms for a few minutes. And kicked my feet. The stinging in my bottom would not go away, so I stood up and reached in my shorts to feel it. It was totally hot all around. Usually if I feel my bottom it has a cool feel to it. But not today. I then am curious and go to my floor length mirror and pull my shorts and panties down to see what it looks like. This all takes about three minutes from the time I had entered my room. And just as I was bending over to see my red blazing bottom my mom comes in with the leather strap. I straighten up quickly. And my heart just skips beating.
There is not much time to do anything but scream. My mom says, now you saved me the trouble. I guess referring to my shorts bunched up at my knees. I almost fall over from the restriction that they make as she leads me to the bed. I am now crying and pleading for mercy. "Please, not that." When my mom is really wanting me to remember my misbehavior she spanks me with this leather strap. It is a three piece thing. Three pieces of leather sewn together. This is really a stiff unforgiving thing. It is more like a paddle then a belt, stings the bottom but good.
I am over her lap and feel her raise my bottom with her leg, then the most awfuliest stinging feeling is absorbed deep into my fanny. That first smack lands on my right cheek, just off center. Before I can scream another lands, adjusted such to spank both cheeks just about dead center. This one causes me to straighten out like a board. And give such a blood chilling cry. Then another lands, kind of high on my bottom, more on my left cheek. Then a flurry of more sound smacks land. Covering all the same places that my grandma made sure to get. I was bucking and weaving in no time. Like at the first smack I was in pain. That strap came crashing, smashing down on my poor tender bottom. Echoing in that room, sounding like thunder. Smack, crack. Sometimes, not on purpose either, my legs would get spread so that strap almost reached my most tender parts deep in my crack. Not quite. But if you can imagine the force she was applying it to the place that would do the most good.
I could just feel the blazing stinging as it spread to those places that were most hardest to spank. I was sure that my bottom must look like some ugly looking red blotch that no one ever wants to see or touch. Making my mom look bad in front of her mom is differently not a good thing to do. Never. Now with each spank that landed I would buck and scream forgiveness. Sometimes I would buck and bend so much that my feet almost touched the floor at one end and my head at the other. I was sometimes frozen in this position from the shear pain. But came back to reality when she would deliver such a vicious spank at my high arching bottom. At that point my body would go rigid, arching my back the other way. Making my bottom a valley. This would go on like this for along time. Then finally I couldn t stand anymore. I was now babbling with salvia dripping with bubbles forming as I was pleading that I would never disobey my mom or grandma again.
And again I was jerked to my feet. And this time as soon as my feet hit the floor I was pacing at double time. Holding my sorest of sore bottoms.
No kid could possibly have suffered as much as me that day. I was a crying babbling kid now. Reduced to instant obedience. My mom stood up and slapped that strap against her palm as she continued scolding me about my behavior and attitude. During the spanking I had managed to kick my shorts and then my panties across the room. I had no idea I had. It just happened. All the while my mom was scolding I was moving. Shifting from foot to foot, scurrying to the window wall and back to the bed. Bending over in pain, rubbing my bottom. Straightening up again., Kneeling like a catcher, straightening back up. There just was no comfortable position. Standing and for sure not sitting that didn t give me instant pain. As if my mom had not ever stopped spanking me. This annoyed my mom shortly and grabbed me and gave me a good hard shack. Asking if I was listening to her. I shook my head yes, of course. What else would I say. If I took another spanking I would never sit again. I was sure of that. I had been spanked lots of times with that strap. But it had always been the main spanking. This time I had been spanked twice before this. Most enduring was the switching by my grandma. But the hand spanking from my mom was nothing to shrug off either.
Then my mom escorted me over to a corner of the room and told me to stand still looking in the corner. Thinking about how you can be a nicer little girl. Not even think of turning around. So there I was, naked from the waist to my ankles. I had on socks. And a sweat shirt. My plump well spanked bottom was turned to the room. You could see that it had been taken plenty of spanks that day. And there was no doubt in my mind that my mom would do it all over again if I as much flinched at possibly turning around. She left me in my room like that. But said she was leaving the strap on my dresser draws in case maybe my father felt I should be warmed up again after supper. My heart was racing toward bursting. She couldn t be serious about more. But I knew she was.
A few minutes later she came back in. She had something but I dare not look. She told me to take a half a step back and then bend over and put my hands on my knees and bend my knees slightly. I was really dreading what she was going to spank me with next. I just started bawling. My mom told me to cut it out or she would get the strap again. That meant she didn t have it. What was she going to do, I thought. She also had me spread my legs a little as I bent over. Then I felt this pain. But it wasn t a spanking I was receiving now. It was a bottom washing. A nice cool wash cloth was washing all my privates. And after getting heated up this was so nice. It really felt ultimately nice when she pushed deep between my cheeks and worked her way around my bottom.
All the while she was soothing my blazing fanny she was scolding me and reassuring me that this did not have to have happened if I would use my head once in awhile. Listen to what I am told and obey. All I had to do was listen and obey and I would be leading a happier childhood. Then after a few minutes she told me that I could get up. My bottom was still stinging. But it was also feeling nice. And my private areas were also feeling nice. So nice. I was not allowed to leave my room for the rest of the day. But I really didn t want to. I was hoping that tomorrow when I went out to play no one remembered what had happened to me today. Fat chance.
MaryJo
PS. I gurantee that there is not any mispelled words in this one. I checked and double checked. I bet a spanking that it is perfect.