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>Anthony certainly saw me get spanked as we got into >quite a lot of trouble together and, as a result, got >spanked together several times, both at home and at >school. > >Anthony and another friend of ours named Ken and I >took several trips to the hallway with one teacher or >another for a dose of the paddle in school. We also >got into trouble together at home, especially during >summer vacation. > >There was one occasion when Anthony saw me get spanked >and Bella undoubtedly heard Anthony and me get >spanked. > >It was the summer between fifth and sixth grade and >Anthony and I were both 11 years old. Bella was 10. I >was at their house to spend the night and all went >reasonably well until bedtime when Anthony and I >decided to quietly get up and put our clothes on and >sneak out of his house to cause a little mischief. > >We managed to sneak out successfully and run about the >neighborhood engaging in minor acts of vandalism such >as knocking mail boxes off their stands with a >baseball bat. Pleased with ourselves, we returned to >Anthony’s house only to discover that all the >outside lights were on and both his parents were >outside searching for us. > >Once apprehended, we were questioned about our after >hours activities and we, of course, lied and said we >were just running around in the yard. As Anthony and >Bella’s parents were questioning us, Bella came out >of her room and asked if we had been found. >Anthony’s father told Bella that we had been found >and, then, told Bella to go back to bed. She seemed to >want to hang around to find out what would happen to >us as it was obvious that we were in trouble, but he >father told her to get to bed if she didn’t want a >paddling. Bella quickly disappeared, but it dawned on >me at that point that the paddle was a definite >possibility for Anthony and me. > >Anthony’s father told us to get our pajamas back on >and get to bed and I thought we had escaped justice >or, at least, delayed it. Unfortunately, once we were >back in our pajamas, Anthony’s father and mother >came into the room and I was distressed to see that >Anthony’s father had a paddle in his hand. It was >not the novelty paddle that Anthony and Bella’s >mother had used to paddle Bella. It was more like one >of those Fli-Back paddles that had to ball attached by >a rubber band except that this paddle had no ball >attached. > >Anthony’s father told us that he knew we had been up >to no good though he didn’t know exactly what we had >been doing and in his estimation that was enough to >require that each of us should get a licking. > >We both tried to argue that we had done nothing, but >run around in the dark and we hadn’t hurt anyone. >This was a lie, of course, but we were pretty >desperate. > >Anthony’s father grabbed him by the arm, sat down on >the bed and pulled Anthony over his lap. With a quick >tug, Anthony’s father pulled Anthony’s pajama >pants down to his knees revealing Anthony’s bare >pale bottom. Anthony’s mother stood in the doorway >of Anthony’s room with her arms crossed and her foot >tapping as Anthony’s father did his level best to >wear out Anthony’s bare behind with that paddle! >Anthony shrieked and kicked and wailed and promised to >be good as children do when they’re being spanked. > >I was, in the meantime, sweating bullets as I watched >my future in Anthony’s torment. I tried to cling to >the notion that Anthony’s father might not spank me >and, instead, might just tell my parents who would, >naturally, spank me which would be unpleasant, but >would be better than getting my bare butt paddled by >Anthony’s father while Anthony’s mother watched. > >My hopes were soon dashed. Anthony’s father finally >put him back on his feet and when he did, Anthony >grabbed his tomato red butt cheeks and rubbed and >rubbed as he bawled and hopped around the room doing a >ridiculous looking spanking dance. I remember thinking >that I would not give Anthony’s parents the >satisfaction of watching such a scene if they spanked >me. > >I had only just had that thought when Anthony’s >father stood up and walked over to me, seized me >firmly by my arm and said, “Ok, Jack, let’s go. >You’ve got it coming too.” > >I was quickly over his lap and my pajama pants went >down just as quickly as Anthony’s had. I remember >being really embarrassed for a moment because I knew >Anthony’s mother was watching and I hated that I had >had my bare butt exposed in front of her. That >embarrassment only lasted until the paddle hit my bare >fanny for the first time! It stung like crazy and I >yelped and tried to cover my bare bottom with my >hands. Anthony’s father simply pinned my hands to >the small of my back and tanned my bare butt hard and >fast with that nasty paddle. > >I kicked and wiggled and wailed and pleaded for it to >end, but Anthony’s father had his own timetable in >mind and he gave me a long and thorough licking with >that paddle until I was red faced and sobbing. >Finally, as with Anthony, he stopped paddling my >stinging bottom and put me back on my feet. I had >kicked my pajama pants entirely off and when he >released me, I completely forgot my earlier resolve >not to perform a spanking dance. I grabbed my scorched >butt cheeks and rubbed and danced and bawled until, >eventually, Anthony’s mother caught me by the arm >and calmed me down and helped me put my pajama pants >back on. It was extremely embarrassing to have to be >helped with my pajama pants as she held them and had >me step into them. > >After some warnings from Anthony’s father about the >kind of licking he’d give the two of us if he caught >us sneaking out again, we were sent to bed and, >exhausted, we both fell asleep almost immediately. > >In the morning, after checking the condition of my >butt cheeks in the mirror in the bathroom(my butt was >very red and sore for a most of the rest of the next >couple of days), I had to endure breakfast with >Anthony, Bella, their mother and father. It was >obvious that Bella had heard the whole ordeal because >her room was right next door to Anthony’s room. It >was also obvious that she had heard the whole event >because she couldn’t stop giggling and smiling and, >from time to time, looking me in the eyes with a >twinkle in her eyes that made me blush and look away. >She never said anything to me, but I knew she’d >heard me get my bare fanny tanned and heard me wailing >and, maybe, even heard me hopping around trying to >cool off my burned butt. It was a rough day until my >mother arrived in the afternoon to pick me up and take >me home. > >JB

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