Subject: RL# 33 from Scottsdale (F/ffm)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 5 Aug 1996 15:34:03 -0400
Just be warned that this story is in line with this news group. So what do you think? Stand by for the goods.
And if you are not over 18 then I am coming to give you the spanking of your young lives for being in a room you have no permission to be in. So scram, right now. I am getting my paddle. Ok... the rest of you, enjoy.
The summers in my town were hot... oh really. So during the day we spent lots of time either inside enjoying the air conditioning or outside at the pool. The whole idea of course is to keep from dying of heat stroke or something. Most of the time dying of heat stroke was the least of our troubles. And I might add that most of the time we spent at my house. But ever so often my mom had gotten fed up or was at the end of the month.
I don t know exactly what the problem was but she would kick us out and point us in the direction of Tonya s house. Why don t you play at her house for once? We never took this personnel, like she hated us. Just a grownup command to get out of her house for a while. So we did. But it wasn t any safer over at her house. And it was no secret that we all got spanked from time to time. I remember one time that we were all playing Yatzee at Linda s house with her three brother s. We were so excited that the noise level was way past the high end. Well her dad came in and told us to keep it down. Linda, without thinking defended our right to play and scream. At this her dad gave her one of those death looks and said Do I have to take you to my study and spank your bare bottom with my belt?
Linda backed off real quick at the threat. I know we all got all red in the face. But I got kind of excited and hoped Linda didn t back down. But things got calmer after that. Any way you get the idea.
My mom, Tonya s mom, and Linda s mom were all good friends. Almost like sisters. When ever they would go out for fun they all would go together. I was never sure if the dad s were all real good friends too or just went along. Didn t matter. They did go along and that was that. But the main thing was that they all trusted their kids at each other s house. And put up with what ever action needed to be taken up. Am I making myself clear here? I don t think so. What I am trying to say is if we act up at each other s house then the mother in charge will spank the naughty kids involved.
At Tonya s house it was always fun. Linda s house was OK too. But Tonya had this model doll house. It was hand crafted by her dad. Not that he designed it. He just put it together from some kit. It cost loads and had all kinds of neat stuff in it. It was even wired for lights. Little play lights that really worked. It was really neat. But what it wasn t was painted. Well, it was painted. But not with a color that one would like. It was some kind of pink that wasn t pink. Now who would paint the inside of their house pink? I think he was thinking that since Tonya was a girl she would like pink inside walls. But it wasn t pink. The color was a dull pink that was awful.
So Tonya got the idea that we should paint the walls. Great idea. But we had no paint. Now where can we get paint. Bonk! Idea comes to Tonya. She is always getting ideas. The thing is we had no paint and we had no money. Third graders going into fourth grade rarely had any money. But Tonya s brother had paint. He had his spray can model paint. So that was what we were going to use. She got all the cans. We didn t think that just one can would be enough. So we got all seven of them. They were all kinds of colors. Black, brown, red, yellow, and so forth. You get the idea.
Soooo... after taking out all the doll furniture and rugs we prepared to spray the inside walls. Now looking at the paint we didn t want it any of these colors. But maybe if we mixed them then they would be just the color we wanted. So we started testing our colors. We thought maybe if we used two cans at the same time we could get a good color. So I took red and she took white and we sprayed at the same time. But it was sort of splatter color and it was looking a little like pink. Not good. That wasn t not a good color. So we started using other cans. And before we knew it the inside of the doll house was this ugly crappy black but not quite black. But terrible.
So we got some rags from her brother s room to try and clean off the doll house walls. But her brother didn t have any rags. But Tonya just grabbed some of his underwear. White cotton like swim suit type. It was exciting. That he fit snugly in these. But Tonya thought I was nuts to think that her brother was cute in any way. But back at the doll house all that happened was the paint just smeared all over the place. It didn t come off at all. I can t say we made it worse. It was pretty bad to start with. But now her brother s underwear was not white anymore. Hahaha
Then we both went just about went through the roof. Tonya s mom came to the door and started yelling like the house was on fire. Tonya just jumped up and put on the cutest look of innocence. Sometimes that can help the cause. But her mom was not looking at her. She wasn t even looking at the messy doll house. She pulled the doll house away from the bedroom wall and there was this ugly paint running down the wall onto the carpeting. She ran out of the room and was back in record time with rags.
But it was too late. The paint had all ready soaked into the carpeting. My heart was racing in fear. We both kind of made sure we weren t in arms reach of her mother. She was so mad. Never did she stop scolding us while cleaning up the mess. Not even when she left the room to get the rags. She was yelling through the house for use not to even think of moving.
Their was a slight pause when Tonya s mom decided that her efforts were futile. That saving the carpeting was a lost cause. That was only a split second. Maybe three seconds. But no more than three seconds. She turned on Tonya and pulled her over her lap as she sat on the bed. Flipped up her cotton jumper and slid her panties off her tight pale white bottom. It was a nice bottom as far as bottom s go. That first smack echoed all through the room. It made me jump. And today, I am not sure if it was the smacking noise that made me jump or Tonya s screaming. Her mom only gave her two good hand spanks. Then she leaned over and pulled a wooden slat out of one of Tonya s doll beds. Tonya was bent kind of half on her mom s lap and half off. I make this comment cause Tonya s feet were touching the floor, but yet she was forced to bend over her mom s lap. This made her stick her bottom out. So you know when you bend over how the roundness of your butt sticks out. Well, poor Tony s bottom was sure sticking out. The part you sit on was fully exposed. That slat cracked her on both cheeks just above her thighs. The most tender spot as far as I am concerned. The slight glow of pink bottom was awesome. It made me squirm watching this. Tonya went into complete agony at this. Her legs left the floor at the sudden impact of that make shift paddle. Her mother gave her a good spanking for messing up the wall. Each whack of the doll-bed slat put Tonya in full screaming voice. She was bucking this way and that. And showing off little glimpse of her privates. But her bottom was turning to a full shade of pink. She was trying to crawl off that lap, which also was not a good idea. It gave her mom a pointed bottom. And that paddle smacked it good. The left cheek got a good smack and then she gave Tonya s other cheek a good solid smack. Poor Tonya was beside herself. Wailing forgiveness and promises of being perfect. This only got her a good spank on her bottom. Her mother was in full attack. Tonya wiggled her legs as fast as she could, trying to cool off her burning bottom. Then she went into wiggling form side to side. Then back to kicking. Then to bucking and kicking. Twisting as each smack made this loud painful noise. Tears were flowing freely and Tonya was beside her self for relief. Now she was really kicking wildly and trying to reach behind her to protect her bottom from the hard spanking she was receiving.
Her bottom was wiggling from side to side and bucking all at once. Tonya s bottom was now so rosy red that I couldn t help but twitch at the sight.
My heart was racing away at the sight and the fright of it all. I too was crying from fear.
Then in an instant her mother scooped her up off her lap and pushed her into a corner to calm down. Tonya was he-hawing from trying to get a breath and explain how it wasn t her fault. I didn t really have to much time to understand what she was saying. And I was amazed at the glowing red bottom on view in the corner. But I suddenly felt myself being pulled and pushed into position across her mom s lap. Then I realized I was going to get a spanking too. I really started squirming. She pulled my tight fitting shorts down off my bottom, taking my panties with them. Then I felt that first awful sting from the paddle. I know I was a sight.
I didn t take half as long as Tonya to start bawling my eyes out. And screaming at the top of my lungs. I grabbed the paddle with my hand. This did not make her mom happy. She jerked it out of my hand and pulled me up and under her arm, holding my arms to my side and bushing my bottom so as to stick it out over her knee. All I could do now was wiggle my legs a little. But I could scream all I wanted. Which I did. As the second smack landed square in the middle of my upturned bottom I let out a scream that I am sure was heard all over town. But I was short lived from a flurry of spanks that landed in all places on my bottom. I could feel the burning stinging spanking deep inside my butt. She covered my bottom as well as she did Tonya s. I couldn t get a good breath. Each smack made me stiff legged and screaming... then the next would take my breath away. She would smack my flesh right cheek. Then smack my bottom so it spanked both cheeks at the same time and then smacked my fleshy left cheek. Then the center. Again the center. I was bucking up and down. I had no choice. I just was in such an ouchy stinging feeling to my bottom that I had to wiggle anyway I could.
Then I was scooped up and pushed into the same corner where Tonya was. We both were doing kind of a jig of some sort. Hoping from foot to foot rubbing our own rear ends. Trying to stop from crying and getting our bottoms cooled off. Actually, it was such a stinging feeling that I thought it would never stop hurting. Not at all. I didn t hear a thing Tonya s mom was saying. I looked over my shoulder once to see her standing there with her arms folded scolding us for not using our heads. Telling us that the wall was a mess and the carpet was beyond repair. With that she reached over and gave Tonya a good hard smack with the paddle on her fleshy cheek. This sent her right back into a screaming-crying fit. I closed my eyes tight in anticipation of getting the same. But it didn t land. Instead I heard another good smack land, on Tonya. She was totally in agony. Neither of us would paint her doll house in the bedroom again. Not on your life.
While we were getting slowly back to normal the back door slammed shut. It was Tonya s brother. He didn t know what was going on, but he knew something was up. He came charging up the stairs and burst right into her room. No way he didn t see us on display, crying our eyes out in the corner. I just covered my face with my hands and tried to forget that he saw my naked bottom. All rosy and twitching. We both were still hopping about, but not turning around for fear of more spanks. I really expected Tonya mom to kick Brad out of the room. But she didn t.
Instead she started questioning him about his messy room. About where he was suppose to keep his paints and stuff. She went on and on. Then hauled him over to the bed and jerked his blue jeans down, but not with out a struggle. Then he was bent over her lap like us and that paddle was doing a thing to his bottom now. I just peeked now and then. His mom had him held firmly by the waist which allowed him to wiggle and claw the air all he wanted. But getting his bottom off that lap was next to impossible. She held the paddle up just above her shoulder and then brought it down with a loud thud. The sound was so exciting and Brad s crying was a delight. She would smack the paddle against his bare bottom and then Brad would do the shakes. His legs would get to kicking and is bottom would get to wiggling. When he stopped wiggling his mom would deliver the next sound smack to his bottom. And he would get to kicking and wiggling all over again. If he made the mistake of bucking forward, which would raise his bottom up she would quickly deliver a hard smack to the bottom just above the thighs. So tender, I know for a fact. That is the worse place to get spanked.
To see that paddle smack him on his naked bottom was a delight. She was not lenient at all. She spanked him all over and he was screaming just like Tonya did. And me too. Most of the spanks landed at the lower part of his bottom, making sure he remembered to put his paints out of our reach. She just kept spanking him in the same spot. I know how that can feel. Each one stinging worse. Pretty soon he was bucking up and down. As his bottom bucked upward she smacked him very hard. Brad could hardly get a breath she was spanking him so hard and so fast. Yowel!!! Plleeaassee, what did Iiii dooo? I could see her left her leg up making Brad bend over even more, helpless to protect himself. She spanked him long and hard. SMACK! YOWEL! SMACK! OWWIEEE! CRACK AHRRGUH! His mom didn t stop scolding him as she spanked his unprotected bottom. That paddle was making such a stinging smack as it made contact. And she did not let up. Each spank was delivered with a hard flick of the wrist and made Brad jump. Tears were flowing as he begged for another chance. This was answered with five hard smacks to each cheek. His kicking legs were totally out of control. No way could he keep us from eyeing an occasional private part. And his well rounded bottom was such a deep crimson color now. Waist to thighs there was not a single splotch of pale white bottom.
Brad s behind looked like it had been out in the sun way to long.
When he was allowed to get up he was babbling something about that Tonya shouldn t be in his room anyway. This only got him bent back over her knee for sassing. I saw the look of complete determination as Brad s mom spanked him as hard as she could now. The next crack of that paddle meeting Brad s rosy cheek sent a chill right through me. I started getting this feeling that made me twitch with each smack he received. She would smack his left cheek. about five times in the same spot. The fleshy part of his right bottom then got lots of spanks. And then about a good ten spanks landed at the base of his bottom, the part we sit on, all so quickly. Then he was sent to his room. And he was out of there on the run. As best he could while trying to hide his privates as he left.
And Tonya s mom started in again on us for not thinking before we did things. She really got going, listing all the things that Tonya has done this summer. How it all counted and resulted in this spanking. Then she told us we could get our stuff back on and Tonya her dress and panties. We quickly bent down and got them up. Exposing our bottoms as little as possible. Neither one of us could take another smack. We were then taken to the kitchen and put into corners for about a half an hour. At the end of that time I was sent home and Tonya was sent to her room. She told me the next day that Brad was put in the corner of his room and once her mom caught him playing with his models. She bent him over a chair and took a belt to his bottom that made him sorry for the rest of the night. As if his bottom wasn t sore enough. She was able to see the whole thing from her room. He didn t take the spanking at all well. Poor brad. Can t you guys take a spanking like a man. Sheez.
MaryJo