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Travis
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Date Posted: 10:26:36 11/12/19 Tue
In reply to:
DannyF
's message, "Don't make me stop the car!" on 20:56:41 09/20/16 Tue
Only happened once- normally verbal warnings were enough, and if even that wasn't enough then taking our personalized spanking sticks out of the glove compartment worked.
The time it happened my older sister was 13, I was 12, and my younger sister was 11, and we were driving back from Wisconsin Dells in a tiny sedan with broken air conditioning . What's more we all had deep, aching, crimson sunburns from a day at Noah's Ark. We were all wearing our swimming suits due to the heat and to minimize the amount of clothing brushing against our skin. There were a few spats that were calmed by warnings.
Our parents wouldn't buy us pop, but we all had huge glasses of ice water from the previous stop. Then we hit a bump and my younger sister in the center accidently dropped the entire glass in my older sister's lap. Who that she had done it on purpose and threw her glass at the younger sister, although most of it hit me instead. I grabbed my older sister's pigtail braids and pulled as hard as I could. Then an all out brawl erupted- hair pulling, raking fingernails down sunburned skin, pinching, slapping, smashing lips into braces.
Mom got our attention by slamming down one of the spanking sticks onto the dashboard. Then we were quiet until dad pulled off into a rest area. Mom took us into the building one by one to deal with us while dad guarded the other two and made sure no one approached the building. My younger sister went first and emerged crying uncontrollably with her sit spot and the portion of her bottom that her one piece swimming suit revealed a much deeper scarlet than it had been from being sunburned.
Then it was my turn. With a boy's swimming suit I though I had the advantage here (spankings were, except for two occasions, always done through swimming suits or underwear) with a thin layer over my entire bottom and upper thighs and not having them sunburned, but she likely just spanked harder to compensate. Although she didn't neglect the upper thighs and sit spots she paid particular attention to the upper bottom, the part you put pressure on sitting in a car.
I don't remember much about when it was my older sister's turn, except for having seen us she was crying hysterically before she was even led into the building for her spanking.
From then on the rest of the trip, there was nothing but silence from the back seat of the car, except for one, two, or three yelps whenever we had a pothole.
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