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Author: Elsie
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Date Posted: 06:20:34 12/07/25 Sun
In reply to:
Elsie
's message, "Me again" on 11:03:58 11/09/25 Sun
I came home yesterday after hanging out with my friend. My mom didn't even say hello, she just said "I thought you were grounded" I guess because I was hanging out with my friend and feeling grown up I got attitude and I told her no my grounding was over. For some stupid reason even though I knew my mom was pissed I suddenly got an attitude with her.
"No. You grounded me on Wednesday, that's Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. Today is Saturday so my grounding is over."
"That was Wednesday night and you knew that."
"No. Wednesday counts."
"You're already getting a spanking, young lady so you better drop the attitude."
Hearing her say that word was unbelievable. I was suddenly trying to get out of it. I started to try to change her mind.
"Oh come on mom, we already made plans. I couldn't tell her I couldn't go."
"When did you make those plans?"
"Well, yesterday."
"On the phone?"
"Yeah."
"You were grounded from your phone, so how did that happen?"
Ooops. I realized I just told on myself. I also hadn't cleaned my room like I was supposed and my mom found ramen cups and food boxes and silverware in there. Before a month ago my mom would just yell at me and maybe even ground me, but it probably wouldn't stick but this time I knew I wasn't getting out of it and I knew she was serious. She brought a kitchen chair into the living room then came back in holding the paddle. It was like watching a horror movie. I was scared but it didn't seem real. I saw that paddle in her hand and I about pooped my pants. I was kind of wishing I had.
I slowly inched my was over to my mom. It felt like I was walking in a swimming pool. It seemed like it took ten minutes to walk two feet. My mom started pulling my pajama pants down "Oh no, please mom". I tried to grab my panties when my mom started pulling them down. "Sweetie, I know everything about you, so there's no need for modesty."
I just couldn't believe this was happening. My mom started listing the reasons I was getting this spanking and brought up a whole bunch of stuff from the past that I should have been spanked for and again talked about me not getting spanked and my mom thought she she should have and how this is what I wanted and she was going to give me a spanking and I wouldn't like it and it would be a spanking I would regret. None of it was making any sense, it was like she was speaking in a foreign language.None of this seemed real, even when I was staring at the carpet feeling my mom's hand on my butt.
The first spank stung a lot worse that when I spanked myself, even with the bathbrush, but it wasn't too bad. I had to wait a long time for the next one. After four it was like it stung but it wasn't too bad. But after a whole bunch like that my butt really started to burn. It might have been like a hundred drawn out spanks, I don't know it could have been twenty, but my butt was really hurting and I didn't like it, but my mom stopped and rubbed my butt and talked, I don't know what she was saying.
I thought it was over and I thought well, I don't want to go through that again, but it really wasn't that bad. I was waiting for my mom to let me up, but then I felt my mom really hard put her arm around my waist and then she REALLY gave me a spanking. I started crying and yelling and kicking but there was nothing I could do to stop it or avoid the spanks.
When she finally stopped my butt was on fire and of all the crazy thoughts going around my head I remember hoping that my friend left and didn't hang around on the porch. When I could finally settle down, my mom's hand rubbing my bottom felt really good and even though I think I hated her at the moment I felt a whole lot of love like I did when I was a little kid with her touching my butt and rubbing some of the fire out. Then I felt the paddle on my bottom and it didn't feel good. I started begging and pleading but my mom said she was going to give me twenty swats. I really yelled my head off with every swat. It stung worse than anything and after each swat it kind of penetrated. I don't know if she actually swatted me twenty times with that paddle, but it felt like hundreds.
I have no idea what was going on. My mom was rubbing my bottom and lecturing or something, I don't even know because I was crying so hard and all I could think about was how sore my butt and legs were.
My mom held me tight when we stood and she rubbed my bottom and I just cried all over her. It was really weird but I felt closer to her than I had in a long time. I realized that I had lost my pajama pants and underwear somewhere in the room.
I layed on my bed and rubbed my butt, but it just seemed to get sorer and sorer. I put my finger in my butthole and that felt really good and then My left hand went, you know...there and it felt amazing.
Well, I didn't mean to be so descriptive, I was just going to say I got spanked, but I'm glad to get it off my chest. I feel like I should tell my friend. I really want to but I can't. I mean I shouldn't. My mom told me that when I break a rule that's what's going to happen.
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