Subject: RL #31 from Scottsdale (F/f, F/m) Updated
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 28 Jun 1996 17:06:51 -0400
This is to all my friends out there, especially Ann, and Joni, and the whole group.
I was really mad at my bother. He had picked on me in front of the whole neighborhood and made me look stupid. Made me look like a brat.
I am no brat. He is the brat. This was the last thing he ever did. I always thought we were close, but then he would do things like this. We were playing ball and when I came up to bat he starts throughing at my head. It is bad enough to get struck out by him, but he doesn't have to go trying to hurt me. Then when I get mad he gives me this stupid "who me?" look. I hate it. And then his friends laugh at me. Like I can't take it. Then we get into it right there. He doesn't hit me. He knows he could pulverize me. I try to hit him though. I am not really thinking about a future life. I am only living for now at the moment. Which isn't really too smart. But all I can see is red.
I am 5-3 and probably weigh like a feather compared to him. I come in at around 115 on a good solid wet day. And most of the summer it has been hot and dry. So I am bragging at 115 lbs. But that doesn't stop me from trying. When he has my arms pinned and is about to trip me to the ground I take this opportunity, as a loving sister, to send his privates to the moon. But lucly for him he kicked my back leg out from under me and I missed his kingdom. Landing hard on my back. He flipped me on my tummy and sat hard on me. All I could then do was curse him and kick and squirm to try to get free. He just sat up there cracking jokes at me. Making me say I give. Which I had no intention of saying. He began to push my face to eat dirt and I either had to gag or say I give. I gave in.; And he won. He got off me and I ran home in embarrassment.
It rally burned me but good. In less than a month I was going to be 13 and he sits on me like I am furniture. My brother was 16 then. I didn't even want to play baseball that day. But he talks me into it cause he needs more players for a game. And then he makes fun of the girls and me in particular during the whole game. What is the problem. Well I am not going to take this. I was so blasted mad. I just wanted to go home and cry. Nobody liked me was how I was feeling. Linda, and Tonya had left with me. We yelled and screamed at them as we lift. And the boys just laughed. Well, lets see them play ball when short three players.
At my house we sat on the back patio complaining about the creeps.
And in particular my brother. What a jerk. I just wanted to get back at him. What a moron. Why does he treat me like this when he is with his friends just beats the hell out of me. I can not understand it. But I am through playing with him was all I could think about. I also wanted to get him for this. But good. Once and for all.
My brother was big on making models. His favorites were cars. And his other big thing was fire works. I knew he kept his firecrackers and other things in the trap door leading to the attic. To get there you went through his bedroom closet. So I sat there staring at Linda and Tonya and thinking. I know I had this big old toothy grin I get when I have a great idea. Both Linda and Tonya just rolled their eyes at each other and asked what was my idea this time. When I told them they went nuts. We were going to take my brothers fireworks and my brother's models and blow everything to pieces. Literally into pieces. All at once. Nothing for ever more. Great idea.
We had lined up the cars like a auto race and filled each with several firecrackers. The bounus was we had some of my brothers rockets too. The model rockets from the space program. Challenger and Discover and so forth. I put some big old fat firecrackers in the rockets. And to set them off we needed something other than a match. So from the garage I got an extension cord. I ran it all the way out from the garage to the mighty display. With the electricity turned off in the garage we cut the wrapping rubber off the extension and tied each fuse to the wire. Then I plugged the plug into an outlet. There was a zap-spark and then puff... the fuses were let. Then what seemed like forever went by. Nothing happened. So we walked out to the display. Just as we were about three feet from the models off went the Fourth of July. About a week early. A couple of firecrackers were first. They took the hood off his Lola special. It started out like gun shots. And we must have jumped right up to the moon. I think we all thought that nothing was going to go. Then there was a bang-bang. And then it started get more and then it moved into machine gun sounds. Then those big old fat firecrackers went off and that was a BOOM-BOOM. That rocket actually started off, got about three inches off the ground and plastic went in so many directions. We were just jumping screaming our heads off. We thought for sure we were going to get killed. The loudest noise I ever heard and plastic was flying everywhere.
And the next thing I knew my mom had me by my arm and was wacking away at my bottom. It was a real mess. I was so scared from the loud explosions. I never dreamed it could be so loud and so destructive. Of course, what was I thinking about. I don't know. But now my bottom was exploding. My mom was spanking me at a rapid rate and Tonya's mom was there and Linda's mom was there not to be out done. We all were jumping around trying to avoid those nasty spanks from our mom's. All the while my mom was scolding me how lucky I wasn't killed. To this day I do not know if my mom was spanking me because I blew up my brother's stuff or that I survived it all. But she wasn't missing one beat. Each time I swayed this way or that she jerked me around and smacked the bottom of my shorts. And she can deliver some mighty blows. I know it seemed like a long time, but it probably was only about 15 to 20 seconds. I was crying by the time she finished with me. My heart was beating well beyond its limit, I am sure of it. Our moms just went to town on all of us. Then we were all yanked to our homes. We were all crying up a storm.
Tonya and Linda are about like me in looks. We are all about the same height. Linda might be an inch taller. She is a year older than me. She was 13 and Tonya was 12. Tonya was two months younger than me. But she and I could be sisters. For two reasons. One is we are almost always together. But that might be an exaggeration. But just about what I wanted to do she would do. In fact, Linda was that way too. Linda is the nice little girl. All the grownups are always telling the rest of us why don t we all act more like Linda. Ha! Isn t that a laugh. Linda never says anything about not doing something naughty. She just has this way of making grownups think different. That is everyone but her parents. They know what she can do. And her mom is correcting that with working overtime today on her butt. Linda has long brunette straight hair. She always looks so pretty. Tonya is a blonde and her hair just comes about to her shoulders and she too looks nice. And we are always trying new clothes or new styles with our hair. She is always changing how she wears it. Braids are her big thing. She can do all kinds of braids.
I wasn't really hurting from the spanking. But it was a combination of the explosion being more than I expected and my mom being so mad at me. All the way to the house she was yelling at me what was waiting for me there. It was the strap. I fought her all the way. I was yanked and then I pulled back, but she was stronger and would smack my rear which sent me forward and eventually we wound up in the kitchen. As I was going through the door I could see Linda getting spanked to as she went through her door. But that was just a glimpse. I had my own worries.
The strap was made of three pieces of leather. Each one was a little bit bigger than the next. And they were all sewed together. It did not act like a leather strap or belt. It was very stiff and not very flemsy. It was more like a stiff board. So when that strap smacked a bare bottom it would give such a stinging feeling that you can not help but jump within a an inch of your life. The ouchy feeling is so great that when my mom just tells me I am going to get spanked with the strap I start crying. Just saying strap is like spanking me right then and there.
My mom plopped me down in a kitchen chair and wanted to know what I was doing with those fireworks. She was not being soft about it either.
It was not like I had a choice. I did put her off alittle. Did a dumb routine that really got her mad. She went stomping out of the kitchen. But first told me not to even dare to think of getting out of that chair. I was too scarred to move. I heard her stomp through the house... to her room and back to the kitchen.
When she appeared in the door way she had the dreaded strap. I jumped up trying to escape. Why I waited for her to come back I do not know. But she caught me before I could do more than take one step. All this was just to her advantage. Cause she took up the seat I was sitting in and pulled me over her lap. All the while I might say yelling at my lucky stars I wasn't killed. SMACK came that strap across my bottom. I still had on my shorts, but she delivered such a smack with the strap that it didn't matter. But she must have thought different cause she quickly jerked down my sorts and panties in one motion. But I am sure my bottom had some pink showing from the spanking and that blow from the strap. I know I felt it. I was crying fully now, no faking. But I couldn't say anything clearly. But as soon as my bottom felt the warm summer breeze my mom let go with that strap. Smacking me as fast as she could raise and lower that strap. Each spank echoed through the kitchen. A double action. First the sound of that leather making contact with my bottom and my screams at each stinging smack. And I was completely animated by then too. I was kicking and clawing, but my mom had me perfectly balanced. If I leaned to far forward I would fall off her lap right on my head. So to keep from killing myself I had to scruench my legs up. And to scruench my legs up caused my bottom to bend over giving a clear target for that strap. I was not a happy person. In a instant I was babbling all I knew about the firecrackers. Smack! Whack! Splat! They were my brother's and I had stole them from his room. This brought down the awlfulest smacking of the day. Steeling and lieing were the sins of the devil. And my mom was going to smack the devil right out of me. Pretty soon I didn t care if my head cracked on the kitchen floor. I tried to fall forward, but my mom put an end to that idea and held me firmly in place. I was then kicking for my life. As fast as I possible could. But diffently not planned. That stinging spanking was making me twist and jerk and wiggle for all I was worth. I diffently was wishing I never new what a firecracker was.
Now my bottom was stinging like it has never stung before. She was spanking me from the tops of my thighs right up to where my bottom ends by my waist. I don't know what you call it. But it felt like my butt was blazing. It certainly felt that way. If Linda and Tonya were going through the same fait I had no way of hearing her. I was making so much noise that I am sure the whole neighborhood could here me. And if not me they certainly could hear my mom yelling at me. Scolding me for all I was worth.
Then with a final smack she commanded me to show her where I found the firecrackers. I was hoping about the kitchen trying to put the fire out on my butt. I was moving from foot to foot. Dancing around the kitchen. All the time keeping my eye on my mom in case she decided to smack me some more. But the stinging of that strap had me crying so loud.
I couldn't talk, but just make sounds with tears and bubbling all mixed together. I was trying to pull my pants up, but my mom reached down and took them off me. As I reached down to tug them she gave my unprotected bottom another vicious smack. This set me off rubbing my bottom and jumping around the kitchen some more. I was told I didn t need my shorts right now. Now where was the fireworks? And another smack landed on my bottom when I couldn t see for all the tears. I led her to my brother's room as fast as I could. Holding my bottom and keeping close to the wall so she couldn t smack me. In his room I pointed to the attic door in the ceiling of his closet. She got a chair and looked for herself. There were more up there and she got them down.
I was just standing there by the wall bare from the waiste down. Just sniffling and sheading tears while she still was scolding me about being so stupid. I was arguing back that it was my brothers fault. And how he was always picking on me. That he just is mean to me all the time. And that I get spanked for no reason. It isn t fair. This was just the right thing to say. I tell you... I don t know where I was when I was to get my brains. My mother gets down off that chair and bends me under her arm and gives me about ten more smacks with that leather strap. I screamed my lungs out at that. I tried running but could not move as each spank landed on my rounded sore tushy. I vouled then to keep my mouth shut. And when I was released I did more dancing around with the sorest bottom anywhere, I was sure of it.
My mom then took me to my room and made me take my clothes off and take a bath. That hot bath water was hell on my blazing butt. She had my jamies and sent me to bed after I got myself all cleaned up. My day was over. I wasn't getting any supper or anything. It was only about 4:30 in the afternoon, but I was tucked in bed for the night. My mom told me if she caught me out I would get it all over again. I was still crying when she closed my bedroom door.
A about fifteen minutes later I heard the back door slam shut and some yelling going on in the kitchen. Soon though this all turned to screaming. I couldn't retain myself I had to know what was going on. So I snuck downstairs to take a look see. Bent over my moms knee was my brother. His pale white behind was no longer pale white. She was turning that milky white bottom into some nice rosy shades. Mom was smacking his bare butt with that awful strap. And he was bucking and wiggling as I have often down. It was absolutely great. He could not yell enough. He was begging for her to stop. But at each plead she would smack him hard. The smack echoed in the kitchen followed by his pitiful wailing. He was squirming this way and that, trying to wiggle off her lap. Then mom would make a hard smack to one of his rounded cheeks. This would send his legs to kicking wildly, like someone swimming for their lives. Then when the stinging subsided a bit his kicking would slow down. He would go back to wiggling on her lap. Then another sounding smack would be dealt and his crying would increase and back would come that quick kicking and swaying of his behind. Pretty soon, though I was feeling bad for my brother. I know exactly what his bottom feels like.
His beautiful bottom was nice and rosy all over. My mom knew how to handle him cause he was now babbling between tears where he got those firecrackers. Turns out his best friend Larry had delivered them. My mom jerked my brother to his feet and pushed him into a corner of the kitchen. With his butt on display. He could only shuffle to get over there due to his pants bunched up at his ankles. I kept out of sight. But I couldn't leave the scene. To see his rosy cheeks was the greatest sight. I could have made all the noise I wanted to. Know one would have heard from the wailing he was making. He was really a sight. Sometimes he would bend his knees and sometimes would stand perfectly up right, trying to find the most painless position to stand. Never stopped rubbing his sore bottom.
My mom was on the phone, and the tracing of those fireworks was on. She must have made a dozen phone calls before she was done. Then she picked up that strap again and went over to my brother and tucked him under her arm with his butt turned away and started smacking him again. I don t understand why, must have been something she heard on the phone, but she dealt out some pretty solid smacks on top of his already throbbing bottom. This was great. I loved it all. And I came out so my brother could see that I was watching him get spanked. But my mom couldn't see me.
Her back was to me. This really got him red in the face. He tried to tatlle on me, but he was crying to hard. My mom didn't understand. This was the best part of the day. Before long he was not concerned about me at all. Just a split second was all he had time for me. He had tried to run his way through my mom to get away from that strap. But like I said earlier, my mom is strong. All that resulted is she lifted his feet off the floor making his butt bent over and prime target. She carried him like that over to the chair and sat down. She put a leg over his legs to keep him in place. Now all he could do was twitch his bottom as that strap made contact. I could tell that each smack was solid. Each had to hurt as much as any that were ever given. Soon, and I mean soon, my brother was babbling forgiveness and I am sure he meant it too. My mom wasn t interested yet. She would smack a left cheek and wait a second or two. Then smack the right cheek. Each time my brother would just scream in pain. Then she let loose will several that were dead center spanking both rounded cheeks. This went on for a good ten minutes.
My mom stopped the spanking and let him stand. He started running in place shading a river of tears. Hoping about trying to cool his fanny.
Much like I did earlier. This was my signal to get out of there if I didn't want to wind up with more of the same. I have to admit my brother diffently got spanked much harder and longer than I did. But I wouldn t say my bottom got off easy either. It was a good three days before I could sit without getting a tingle in my bottom.
From my bed I could hear my mom giving my brother the final details of what he was going to do to be a good boy. She always ends her punishments with "I know you want to be a good boy. And here is what you are going to do." When it is me she tells me that this is not the MaryJo I know. And you are a good girl. I know that. " Well all I know is that my brother and I have the sorest behinds we have ever had. And for that matter, the next day we found out that at least a third of the kids in that neighborhood got spanked from having some of my brother's fireworks in their rooms. There were very few kids the next day that wanted to SIT around to think what to do for the rest of the day.
It turns out that when Tonya s mom got her home she was spanked with her paddle. I have to smile when I think of Tonya. In her family each kid has their own paddle. So when they misbehave they get spanked with a personal paddle. And if one of her sisters or brothers are around she gets spanked in front of them. Some kind of You better behave or this is what is in store for you also kind of thing. Well, I could tell that Tonya s bottom was in much the same shape as mine. You don t have to ask some things, you can just tell. You know what I mean. She kind of the way they walk.
MaryJo