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JackP
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Date Posted: 14:58:46 12/09/14 Tue
Generally, I didn't like to talk about the spankings I got. However, occasionally when it was impossible to avoid questions or when my own curiosity got the best of me, I would "compare notes" on the subject with friends. On one occasion, in particular, a friend of mine and I discussed spankings each of us got in great detail. We were caught lighting small pools of gasoline in my basement by my mother. We thought this was incredibly exciting because of the sudden ignition effect. My mother was, understandably, upset and while driving my friend home told him that she would advise his parents of what he had participated in and, then, it would be up to them what to do with him. When she told him this, he looked appropriately miserable. She turned to me and said, "as for you, when your father gets home, you're going to get the licking of your life." It was my turn to look miserable. After delivering my friend to his fate, my mother took me home and sent me to my room to consider my situation and await my father's return. It was a long and terrible wait, but when, at last he arrived, my father wasted little time making good on my mother's promise. After a brief lecture, my father did his very best to wear my bare butt out with the belt he kept for just such events. I was sent to bed, crying and without dinner and told that I would be well advised to be quiet if I didn't want another dose of the belt. I suffered in relative silence for the rest of the night. The next day my friend phoned me and asked me if I could meet him in the woods behind our houses. I got to our meeting place first, curious about what he wanted, because he was vague about that on the phone. When he arrived he gave me a sheepish look and said, "Well, did you get the licking of your life?" I blushed and said, "Yea, I guess I did. Anyway, it sure felt like the licking of my life while I was getting it! What happened to you?" He confessed with a grimace, that he had suffered a similar fate. We, then, discussed the matter in great detail, each answering the other's questions down to the smallest aspect. His father used a wood paddle instead of a belt and he got his bare bottom tanned in front of his mother and two younger sisters. I thought that sounded terrible, but he said that was how his parents did things and that he was used to his sisters teasing him about such matters. He asked me what a belt felt like when applied to your bare butt and I tried to explain it. All in all, we decided that our punishments were about even and that made us feel better about the whole situation. At one point, he sighed and said to me, "I guess we got what we deserved." I nodded my head and said, " Yea, I guess so. Do you want to sit down?" He laughed and shook his head and I chuckled and said, "Me neither!"
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