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> > It was terrible being spanked after seeing a >spanking because I knew I'd be bawling and kicking >like that and the worst part was when they were up and >dancing naked below the waist in front of me and >anyone else. > I couldn't stand knowing I'd end up doing the same >dance! > > Like when I was 12 and got spanked along with my >11-yr-old cousin Phil. His mom (my aunt) made us take >our jeans off and we got lectured standing in our >underpants. > Making it much worse (like with Anthony's mom >watching you get spanked) my 16-yr-old cousin Jill was >right there watching. Phil was sort of used to >spankings in front of his sister, but KNEW I was "too >old" to be bare bottom spanked in front of a teenage >girl !! > > Aunt pulled Phil's underpants down, took him across >her lap and gave him a wooden spoon spanking that was >very LOUD in the kitchen and I had to watch his bare >buns turning bright red while he squealed and screamed. > I did NOT want to feel the sting of that spoon, I >did NOT want to beg and bawl, I did NOT want to kick >and squirm wildly waving my burning bare bottom and >especially NOT in front of Jill! > I started crying when Phil was up and running around >the room howling knowing that was going to be ME! > > And how humiliating you needed help getting your >pants back up! Sounds like the lady got a close view >of your boy parts? That's how I felt with my aunt >sitting to lean forward and slide my underpants down >with = her face just inches from my penis. > > Any other spanking experiences with Bella involved? > > > >>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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