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It’s hard to imagine a boy or girl ‘not’ wanting to get a peek at their bare bottom after it just got spanked. Of course, it takes a little time for the child’s crying to stop and the burning sting to simmer before he or she is going to make their way to the mirror. My sister and I always checked out our red bare butts in the hallway mirror after Mom spanked us, and my kids do the same today. In fact, for three or four days in a row after I’ve spanked my kids, I’ve caught them pulling their pants and underpants down and turning their backs to the mirror just to observe how things are healing. Those wooden spoon marks can last for quite a few days, and hairbrush marks always do.
Last week, I was just too busy to join the forum, but all three of my kids were spanked. I gave Emily, my thirteen-year-old daughter a firm hand-spanking as a follow up to a previous hairbrush spanking, and I gave both of my boys, Charlie and Caleb, twelve and eleven, solid hairbrush spankings on their bare bottoms for not wearing their helmets when they went out biking with their friends. The bare butts of all three kids were SOLID red and glowing HOT as a blast furnace! It really is cute to see my kids, still crying away, walk back to their bedrooms after I’ve soundly spanked them in the living room. Their hot buns beaming bright red in contrast to their otherwise stark-white naked bodies, getting the rubbing they so desperately need to cool down. It’s cute when the kids have t-shirts on but are otherwise bare from there on downward. Their flaming-red butt cheeks peeking out from below the hems of their t-shirts, and their white legs extending down from there (that’s if I didn’t extend the spankings down the backs of their thighs a bit too).