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>>Ok hon, I'll share. I may have shared this on another >>thread but I'm not sure. >> >>Ramona and I had to do a project for school with >>another girl. I was nine at the time. We were at the >>other girl's house working on it and her younger >>sister came in the room being a pest. After a few >>times, her Momma told her she'd give her a spanking if >>she didn't stop. I don't know if the little girl >>didn't take her serious or what, but she came back in >>about twenty minutes later and ended up trashing our >>project. Her Momma was called back in the room and saw >>us picking up the pieces of our project. The little >>girl stopped laughing when she saw the wooden spoon in >>her Momma's hand. She immediately started crying and >>begging not to get spanked. Her Momma grabbed her by >>the arm, dragged her over to the couch then pulled her >>pants and panties down to her ankles, bent her across >>her lap and wore her bare little butt and the backs of >>her legs out. She kicked and cried like you wouldn't >>believe and literally came out of her pants and >>panties both. When she finished spanking her and let >>her up, the girl held her butt and was jumping around >>bawling. Then their Momma grabbed her by the arm gave >>her another swat on the bare bottom and then dragged >>her back to the bedroom and told her to stay in there. >>She came back in, with the spoon still in hand, picked >>up her pants and panties and said, "She won't bother >>yall any more. Then she left the room. Ramona and I >>started asking questions about the spanking and if she >>got spanked that way too. Our conversation for the >>next thirty minutes or so was mostly about sharing >>spanking stories. I won't deny there might have been a >>little exaggeration. >> >>Now here's where the funny part is. I guess I had that >>spanking on my mind and was really curious about how >>much it would hurt to get spanked with a wooden spoon. >>I mean, it doesn't look as intimidating as a paddle >>and I was thinking it couldn't hurt as much as a >>hairbrush. So it can't really be that bad, could it? >>One afternoon, I came home from school. Momma was down >>in the basement, and my brother and sister were both >>in their rooms. I decided I would do my homework at >>the kitchen table. I decided to get a glass of iced >>tea. Momma had made a fresh pitcher that morning so I >>was really looking forward to it. I got a glass and >>poured the tea, and I saw one of Momma's wooden spoons >>in the dish drainer. I figured it must have been the >>one that she used to stir the tea. I started thinking >>about the spanking I saw a few days before and was >>wondering how it would feel. So being alone in the >>room, I decided to try it on myself. I gave myself a >>few swats with it over the seat of my pants and it >>really didn't even sting. So I checked to make sure no >>one was coming then I pulled my jeans and panties down >>and smacked my bare butt with it. It stung a little >>but still wasn't too bad. So I smacked myself with it >>a few times. It seemed to sting a little more. So >>then I figured I would give myself a real spanking >>with it. So as clumsy as it was, I started spanking >>myself hard with it. I got to about the sixth or >>seventh swat and heard, "Sonya Marie what do you think >>your doing?" I looked over and there was Momma >>standing there looking shocked and a little angry. I >>was fumbling and trying to pull my pants back up while >>I tried to explain. She said, "So you want to know >>what it's like to get spanked with a wooden spoon?" >>"Let's see if we can satisfy your curiosity." She >>turned a chair out and sat down then pulled me across >>her lap and started smacking my still bare butt with >>the spoon. I was already sore from the self-spanking >>so it didn't take but a few swats to get me crying. >>She only gave me ten or twelve swats with it, but it >>was enough to find out how much it could really sting. >>She let me up and then said, "I don't want to catch >>you doing that again, young lady." I rubbed my bottom >>and apologized profusely, and as I was pulling my >>panties and pants back up, she asked me, "Did that >>satisfy your curiosity?" I said, "Yes Momma". Then she >>surprised me, she smiled and then gave me a big hug. >>She held me for a couple of minutes. Which made me >>feel better even though my butt was hurting. After a >>few minutes, I set down gingerly to get my homework >>done. >> >>Every once in a while, Momma would actually tease me >>about that if I was helping her cook and she would >>have a wooden spoon in her hand. But I never got >>spanked with one again. >> >>Well some might disagree, but looking back, I think it >>was funny." >I never got the wooden spoon but seen it in use >several times by a friends mother on my friend and her >two younger brothers I saw wooden spoon marks on some >girls showering and dressing out for gym class it >looks wicked

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