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Subject: Re: What made it “the spanking of your/their life” Author: Marcey [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:08:11 05/02/25 Fri In reply to: Grumpy 's message, "What made it “the spanking of your/their life”" on 09:58:32 04/29/25 Tue The one I will always remember was when I was 17. I totally messed up and that evening I was called to the family room for my punishment in front of the family. But my grandmother and grandfather were present. My grandmother was a spanking grandmaster and that put the fear into me. My mother gave me an unusually long lecture with me in my birthday suit in front of everyone. She put me over her knee and started to spank me with the bathbrush from the start. I was a mess in short order and was kicking, crying, the whole thing but the spanking went on and on. Finally I just went limp, but she continued to smack my ass with that that horrible brush. Finally, she stopped and I couldn't even stand up. I just laid on the floor and sobbed. But then my grandmother said that my mother had made a good start but she would finish the job. I wailed in fear and even the looks of everyone watching went blank. My grandmother hauled me over her lap and told my mother to hold on to my hands and she started with the bath brush again, only much faster and probably put a dozen or so smacks on the same spot. She also concentrated her smacks on my sit spots and back of my thighs. I couldn't struggle much and even my mother looked like she was sorry for me. Finally I found myself on the floor when my mother grabbed me by the arm and took me to the wall where I stood for an hour. I could barely walk to my room and didn't even bother to pick up my clothes. My butt and thighs were purple and I couldn't sit comfortably for days. Will never forget that one. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: Re: What made it “the spanking of your/their life” Author: Jan R to Marcey, [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 06:10:58 05/02/25 Fri Dear Marcey, OMG that sounds horrible. It takes me a couple days to recover after the strap and I do end up with nasty strap marks. What on earth did you do to earn that??? I think your mom's spanking was enough. Were your brothers there too? [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: Re: What made it “the spanking of your/their life” Author: Marcey to Jan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:56:05 05/02/25 Fri I took the car without permission when my mother needed it. Big no no. Yea, brothers and everyone there but at that point I don’t care who watches. I am more concerned about the fire in my butt. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: Re: What made it “the spanking of your/their life” Author: Jan R to Marcey [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 08:10:34 05/02/25 Fri Dear Marcey, I agree, once dad begins with the strap, my being fully nude takes a back seat to other more pressing matters. Like the hellfire I'm now experiencing. The exception was that one time I looked over and saw my uncle peering in through the door. That brought a whole new level of embarrassment and shame on top of the hell I was already going through. I'm not used to having an audience. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]