A normal spanking from mom was usually 10 firm spanks, and never anymore than 20 spanks. Mom didn't spank very hard, her spankings were to correct unacceptable behavior, and for me they did. I never had to be spanked for the same thing twice, once was enough. As I now reflect back after all these years, I am thankful for the way my mom spanked ...Estimated Reading Time: 3 mins
Yoda. 6 mo. When I was 14, my best friend got stripped and lashed bare with the strap by his mother, in front of his sister, for forgetting too wear his glasses after school for our study group session. I was in the next room, hearing a wailing, agonizing series of screems and whip lash cracks against bare ski, feeling like s--- for him getting ...
Mom very firmly replied: “That does not count, my boy.” She began spanking me hard and fast and the pain was immediate. When Mom finally ended the spanking and let me up. She turned me towards her and said: “Eddie, I talked to Aunt Gracie about this. She did not spank you enough. You were such a bad boy! Do you understand?” “Yes ...
In the Northeast, spanking was a somewhat more private matter and it rarely continued after elementary school. Since Tommy’s home was an exception in this regard, he certainly didn’t want his new, high school mates to know he was still spanked. It was hard enough that all of his mom’s friends knew, not to mention the neighborhood babysitters.
Kid flips off his mom and then gets spanked by dumb parents. Thanks for watching and don't forget to subscribe. Kid flipping off his mom because she told him...
Mom then made me stand in the corner for 30 minutes with my very red behind showing, before she returned and gave me a second spanking far harder than the first one. We continued to play Monopoly for the rest of the afternoon, but I was playing in my birthday suit with a very red and sore behind.
>boy, took off his shorts and briefs, the only thing he >was wearing since it was summer, put him over her >knees and started spanking him. She was wearing those >short shorts which were fashionable at the time during >summertime, so the boy was lying completely naked over >her bare thighs. >What impressed me was the boy rubbing and squirming on
Mom said we would be back before the game ended. Mike kissed mom and he waved to me as he yelled, "Bye, Danielle. Don't let any boys smudge your lipstick." I wanted to kill him for calling me that name and saying that about me. Imagine me letting a boy kiss me. Mom just laughed as she told me to sit up front with her.
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I would usually get home about a half an hour before she did, so I had stopped by the ball field to watch a little of the practice I was missing so much. One day during my second week of punishment, I was a little late coming home from school and unexpectedly found mom waiting on the porch. Not that I didn't have a father, but he simply wasn't all that involved in raising me. So within the first half-hour of our shopping trip, I had tried on five dresses, two of which mom bought and had my first visit to a ladies room. I had a younger sister named Jane who was ten. She interrupted, "He'll have a say in how I raise you as soon as he pays me the three years of back child support he owes. As we entered the mall entrance, I quickly forgot about our dinner and began to worry about running into some of my friends. I don't have time to buy something without you being able to try it on to make sure it fit you properly. Chasity, you could have been my mom, you sound so much like her. It is a real blessing to us, and others always notice. She bared my bottom and applied a hairbrush to my cheeks and this was for using bad words in front of her. I'll give it back tomorrow and we can both forget about it. My mom works part time in my school. With that I quickly stood up. Well now you'll know for sure that I wear the pants in this family. Rather, because they are lovingly corrected, they love to serve their father and me. One slip up and I'll be parading you to the ball field every night next week in a different dress. Mom then applied a light pink lipstick to my lips followed by an application of lip-gloss to make my lips shiny. Tonight, you will call us mommy and daddy. I told mom I didn't need a new dress for dinner. He wasn't very happy but considering his situation he really can't say or do anything. I talk to my son. Updates: 7 mo Has anyone ever not even lol. The 'playing with matches' episode happened when I was home alone in our new house on a holiday weekend. When I saw what was in her hands, I became nervous. As I sat there I could see my panties and pantyhose around my knees. What the bible says about risk taking. I find this incredibly sad and feel sorry for the man he will become. Your children probably were and hopefully still are. But she wasn't going to let me off that easily. And you can start right this second with your little brother, so you'd better play along or else. We will receive a small affiliate commission on every product you buy which will help us to fund and further grow the site. I asked why she was doing this to me and she said that was my punishment so I would not end up being a criminal and find myself in jail for stealing. Finally as I took each dress to hang them up, mom explained how important it was to hang them properly, what slips or petticoats I should wear underneath them, and which shoes matched the dresses. As I cringed at her comments, Mike just laughed at her little lie which he thought was true and said I looked really cute in a real condescending way. A little foundation was followed by a very light application of blush and a hint of brown mascara on my eyelashes. As I sat down mom slipped on her stockings and then removed her robe to finish dressing. As I sat there I couldn't help but think how horrible tonight would be. About NGJ. Do you understand? Please Support our site and free audio stories by making a purchase of one or more of our affiliate products. The Rhyme before the Spanking. I breathed a sigh of relief until I realized that I would now be standing in this room in my underwear trying on dresses. Somehow I managed to get through that trial but as soon as we left the dressing room, I told mom I had to go to the bathroom. When I was 14, my best friend got stripped and lashed bare with the strap by his mother, in front of his sister, for forgetting too wear his glasses after school for our study group session. At seventeen I joined the army. Yeah it was pretty crazy I was shocked she did it. At first I thought that was the worst punishment imaginable but boy was I wrong. I never felt more stupid then practicing curtsying for those few minutes.
Disciplinary Days. Please Support our site and free audio stories by making a purchase of one or more of our affiliate products. I had a great relationship with her and her three boys, Joseph, Patty, and Johnny — especially Johnny, as he was only about a year older than me and we were like brothers. I spent many weekends staying with the family and sleeping with Johnny in his bedroom. Aunt Gracie loved me as much as any of her boys and treated me like a little prince as well. I was nine, so Johnny would be We both eagerly took them and smoked them. Unfortunately, the cigarettes both made us really sick and we ran back to the house, where we promptly threw up. The middle brother, Patty, heard us retching and alerted my aunt that something was wrong. Aunt Gracie saw how sick we had been and demanded to know what had made us that way. Shamefacedly, we admitted that we had taken the cigarettes. It was clear from her face that Aunt Gracie was shocked and definitely not amused. Nevertheless, she first attended to our immediate medical needs. She gave us some liquid anti-nausea medication, which calmed everything down. When she was satisfied that we were feeling better, she put us both in the bath, as the cigarettes and our reaction to them had left us smelly and sweaty. Once she had finished bathing us, Aunt Gracie dried us off, put us in our pajamas then told us to go to her own room. After a while, Aunt Gracie came into the room with a large wooden spoon from the kitchen. Johnny gasped when he saw it. Right at the foot of the bed was a vanity table and bench. Aunt Gracie sat down on the bench, facing us boys now sitting very gingerly on her bed. Johnny had thrown me under the bus — he had two older brothers who constantly did the same to him, so he knew exactly what he was doing. Aunt Gracie motioned Johnny to come over to her, and he did, very unwillingly. She pulled her son across her lap and began spanking him with the spoon, right in front of me. I, on the other hand, was the eldest in our family — I was spanked for pretty much everything! As the wooden spoon began to do its job, Johnny began to sob and just looked at me. Aunt Gracie finally finished and let her son up from her knee. I had never seen anyone else spanked before this, so I was curious. Aunt Gracie told Johnny to sit back on the bed, and then called me over to her, as it was now my turn. My aunt pulled me across her lap and showed me the spoon. She knew I had never been spanked with one before because she knew everything about my spankings from my parents. Then she began to spank me. It did sting, for sure, but it was bearable. I looked over at Johnny and he was grinning at me. I looked over at Johnny — he was staring at me as Aunt Gracie robustly slapped my bottom. I finally began to squirm and cry somewhat, so Aunt Gracie let me up and told me to sit on the bed next to Johnny. She then lectured us both about what we had done. Aunt Gracie then dismissed us, and told us to get to bed. We walked out of her bedroom and ran into Patty in the hallway. In spite of the pain and embarrassment, the whole episode only really caused all of us to bond even closer. Johnny, Patty, and I were like older brothers, and Aunt Gracie was like a second mother to me. Later, Aunt Gracie called us down for dinner and let us watch TV for a while after we had finished eating. A couple of days later, when Dad came to take me home, Aunt Gracie told him what had happened. To be fair, Dad was fine with the status quo — I had been well punished and he felt the matter was closed. I think she felt like she should have been my disciplinarian, not Aunt Gracie, in this matter. I am going to spank you when you finish your bath.
I expect you to be the perfect fourteen-year-old daughter. Then she had me get some hangers from her closet. In spite of the pain and embarrassment, the whole episode only really caused all of us to bond even closer. Something told me I'd have to go through this again and how right I was! I knew mom didn't have any fancy girls dresses for me to wear so I was pretty sure she'd let me wear one of nice pants and shirt. At least he did before mom started putting me in dresses and calling me Danielle. My aunt pulled me across her lap and showed me the spoon. If a child ever truly needed spanking, there I was. Now, getting back to your father. After a while, Aunt Gracie came into the room with a large wooden spoon from the kitchen. They do so, because they still experience the world around them. My nerves were shot and I guess that made me need to pee really bad. Do I make myself clear, honey? I would have to say that even though Jane was younger then me she proved that she was more mature and responsible than I was so in a way she was really older and wiser then me. Mom told me she'd show them to all my friends if I didn't do exactly what she said. You will come home immediately after school. There were only some women and a few younger girls, maybe eight or nine years old. Mom would not tell me how long she planned to keep me in girl's attire. She went to the same school as me and even if she didn't see it her friends let her know everything that went on. I never had to be spanked for the same thing twice, once was enough. I'll give it back tomorrow and we can both forget about it. Her hand came down on my buttocks time and time again. Be the first girl to share an opinion and earn 1 more Xper point! I know that some who are opposed to spanking would say our kids obey because they are afraid of the rod or afraid of their parents. She wanted to see how it all looked together. Until then I'm the boss. I decided the nightie was worse so I put on a pair of pink shorts and a pretty short sleeve top with lace at the neck and sleeves. She did a good job on your naughty bottom, didn't she! I stepped into my panties and then removed my robe to put on my bra. Don't let any boys smudge your lipstick. It's a healthy behaviour. I simply distracted and separated them, but as I'm sure you know that did not work. In a matter of minutes she had me wearing one of her old dresses too. Children don't behave as we usually want to, because they are children. At least I hoped she couldn't, but I now knew better than to tempt her. I used to pick on him all the time; now he gets to make fun of me every damn day. She then lectured us both about what we had done. She did not spank you enough. I almost died getting out of the car for fear that one of Mike's team mates might recognize me. As we walked mom was all excited about finding me the perfect dress. As you now know, my name is Danny. Jane on the other hand had always been well behaved and neither of our parents ever had to tell her to do anything twice. I was going to be spanked by an eleven year old girl, my little sister. Johnny had thrown me under the bus — he had two older brothers who constantly did the same to him, so he knew exactly what he was doing. She said it was just some thing to give me a little color.
I should first introduce myself. I am William Foster but as a kid everyone called me Willie. When I was twelve years old my mother passed away from a serious heart condition. I had a younger sister named Jane who was ten. We both felt a terrible loss as did our father, Trevor Foster. Being an older child is not always an advantage as my own experiences will show you. You are both old enough to start doing things yourself like making your beds and keeping your rooms clean. I will have a lady over for a couple of hours a day to cook your meals because you know I have to work long hours so I just don't have the time. I could never cook like your mother anyway. I was always the one who was inclined to get into mischief and do naughty things. On a few occasions my mother had put me over her knee and spanked me for doing something bad. I received the last one at the age of eleven and one I never forgot. She bared my bottom and applied a hairbrush to my cheeks and this was for using bad words in front of her. I had difficulty sitting down for the next two days. Jane on the other hand had always been well behaved and neither of our parents ever had to tell her to do anything twice. Dad said he hoped I would follow her example and try to be more like her. He had never spanked me since that had always been Mum's job but I was pretty sure he would have if I got him mad enough. She had obviously arrived home before me. We were both in secondary school now. I had turned thirteen and she eleven. She had been looking under my bed and found a Playboy magazine a boy at school had lent me. She sat there on the end of the bed with the nudie book in her hand. You've been a very bad boy and I think Dad should know about this. He'll thrash me within an inch of my life. All the kids my age look at naked ladies so it's no big deal. I'll give it back tomorrow and we can both forget about it. But she wasn't going to let me off that easily. The door was slightly open and she saw the whole thing. She did a good job on your naughty bottom, didn't she! Well, now you've been naughty again and you need somebody to straighten you out. I don't think he'll be happy when he hears how you get off on that sort of trash. Now get your pants down, you little pervert! I had no choice but to obey her. Soon my trousers fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. She ordered me to remove everything except my tight fitting briefs. She once commented that they looked very sexy on me and for some reason she wanted me to keep them on. She patted her lap to tell me I had to go over it. Soon I was in that familiar embarrassing OTK position I knew from the times I'd been taken across my Mum's knee for some attitude adjustment but this was even worse. I was going to be spanked by an eleven year old girl, my little sister. She did at least spare me the indignity of removing my silky underpants but maybe she just liked seeing them on me as I said. Soon came a flurry of hard smacks as her hand connected with my backside. I could not believe what a hard smack she had. Her hand came down on my buttocks time and time again. Her grip around my waist was firm as she held me in position and her small but hard palm made contact with the seat of my blue briefs. I found myself wondering how a girl her age and size could be capable of inflicting such pain to her big brother's arse. My lower region was starting to feel very uncomfortable and soon it felt very sore. I began to struggle and kick my muscular adolescent legs and then I was crying and begging her to stop. She figured I'd learned my lesson and stopped spanking me. She let me off her lap warning me she'd do it again if I didn't behave myself. Then she walked out of the room, leaving her older sibling with a very red and sore bottom and a feeling of total humiliation. Something told me I'd have to go through this again and how right I was! Some ten days later when I went up to my room I found Jane sitting on the edge of my bed again. She went to the same school as me and even if she didn't see it her friends let her know everything that went on.