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Date Posted: 20:51:55 04/10/13 Wed
This brings back memories...I got my fair share of wet behind spankings, usually along with my cousins back in the day. This was the Greek side of my family, and my one aunt was actually straight off the boat...coming to the U.S. in 1967 when she was 13. I was envious of my cousins in many respects, not the least of which was that they had a pool in their yard, or the fact that they were exposed to more of the language and culture than I was, particularly the food. One aspect though, which I did not envy, is that Greek parents are notoriously strict. That said, I love my aunt and uncle as a second set of parents, and was welcome at their house quite often in the summertime, when my cousins and I used their pool. They had a generally relaxed attitude towards nudity, and although my cousins were born in the states, they all swam in the nude: two boys, one girl. Initially, when I first started coming over they poked fun at me for wearing a swimsuit, which came off eventually, till I stopped bothering with bringing one along. There was nothing sexual about it, just that I got as comfortable as they were about it, and we were pretty much permitted to be naked anywhere except playing in the yard off the deck, where we had to at least have pants, mostly so neighbors wouldn't complain. Regularly we played pranks on my youngest cousin Michael; throwing ice cubes at him in the pool, knocking him off an inflatable raft, etc., but one particular day when I was around 11 and he was 8, I helped him get revenge on his sister, my cousin Karina, while she was playing on the raft. Michael distracted her by grabbing her foot and then I snuck up behind him, shooting Kar directly in the mouth with one of those high-pressure water guns that I pumped up and filled ahead of time. I'm not sure what she did to him to start with exactly, but we thought she got what she deserved. A fire hose jet hit her in the mouth and she flopped off the raft, screaming, climbed out of the pool and ran for the door, all the while bright red and hysterically crying. The panic and way she came into the house dripping wet, worried she would be sick from getting sprayed, was enough to push my aunt over the edge. She speaks rather perfect English with an American accent, but when she got angry, a few good Greek curse words came out, as she ordered me and Michael out of the pool. Furious, she grabbed us both by the arm, and told us to bend over a nearby pool chair. She took her flip flop off, which was the typical household weapon, the Greek "pandofla," and while we were dripping wet in the warm sun, gave both of us a few good wacks with her flip flop to our bare bottoms. It was a spanking well deserved, but was it painful, worse than a belt, and left us with some good red welts for awhile. It was hardly the first or last spanking we'd receive on the bare, but it stuck with us the rest of the day.
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