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> > Reminds me of when I was 15 and feeling grown up cus >I was out cruising with two older friends. But close >to curfew time I asked my friends to take me home. >They said okay but wanted to get drive-thru milkshakes >first. > There was a line and as the clock ticked I got >nervous asking if we could skip the shakes I didn't >want to miss curfew. They said I'd only be a "few >minutes" late so no big deal. > HUGE deal ! My phone alarm vibrated (CURFEW) and I >squirmed scared of a spanking and I called mom to >explain but she said, "Tell your friends if they don't >bring you home in 10 minutes you WILL get a spanking." >"NO! Mom please! I'm sorry mom," I whispered. because >I could NOT bring myself to tell my friends I was >facing a bare bottom spanking if they did'[t get me >right home! > > "Your choice," mom warned, "But you're in for a >spanking when you FINALLY get here." > All my teen bravado disappeared and I fought back >tears, no interest in my choc shake. > When they dropped me off they offered to come in >and tell my mom it was their fault i was "a little >late." > "NO!" I panicked - visions fo mom greeting us with >the hairbrush in her hand! > > Obviously I had no one to "compare marks" with - >that's cute you and Romona felt comfortable showing >each other's bare bottoms. Y'all do that often growing >up? > > > > > > > > >>My last one for breaking curfew was at seventeen and >>instead of being with Mark, I was with my best friend >>Ramona. The guys were both working so we decided to >>have a Girl's Night. There was a Party at a local Teen >>Hangout and we thought we'd hang out with some of the >>girls from school. The club was open till 1:00, but, >>we both had a midnight curfew. We met up with some of >>the other girls from school and we had a good time. >>Ramona and I didn't do any dancing with boys since we >>both hand boyfriends, but we did do some line dancing >>and had a good time. When the DJ said "Last dance of >>the night". We both looked up at the clock and at the >>same time said, "OH SHIT!" We knew we were both dead >>meat. We were fretting a bit trying to see what kind >>of excuse we could come up with but we knew there was >>no way out of this one. We told our folks where we >>were going so there was no way we wouldn't know the >>time and there was nothing wrong with the car. I drove >>her to her house first and was getting ready to walk >>her in. I asked her if she wanted me to come in with >>her and she told me, "No we're both already gonna get >>it, no since keeping your Momma waiting and getting in >>more trouble." I walked her up the sidewalk and gave >>her a hug and as I was telling her good night, her >>Daddy opened the door. She screamed out, and he said, >>"Get your little butt in here before you wake the >>whole neighborhood." Before I got to the car, I could >>hear her getting spanked and crying at the top of her >>lungs. He was really wearing her bare butt out. I had >>a feeling of doom when I got in the car and drove down >>the street to my house. I went in through the kitchen >>instead of the front door, and I saw the lights were >>off. I breathed a sigh of relief thinking Momma and >>Daddy must have turned in early. I had snuck through >>the kitchen and dining area and was getting ready to >>head to my room when Momma turned the lights on in the >>living room. I was about to scream because she scared >>me half to death. She put her finger up to her lips >>and shushed me. She took me by the arm, walked me out >>to the patio and closed the door. Then made me sit >>down. She sat across from me and started quizzing me >>and then told me, "You'd better have a damn good >>reason for being an hour and a half late young lady." >>She was more than a little ticked off. She was angry. >>She wasn't yelling but I could hear the intensity in >>her voice and I was seriously scared. I started crying >>and apologizing and I told her that we were at the >>club and weren't paying attention to the time at all >>until the called Last Dance. She flat out told me, >>"Little Girl, I'm gonna blister your butt till you >>can't sit for a week." But then she surprised me and >>said, "But not tonight." Then she told me she was >>going to spank me in the morning. I asked her why, and >>she told me. "Right now, I am too angry. I don't wanna >>go overboard." Then she said, "and your Daddy had to >>go back to work earlier this evening because there was >>an accident out there and he went back in to help out >>and when he came home really tired, cleaned up and >>went straight to bed. So I don't wanna wake him." She >>seemed to have cool off a little bit while she was >>talking to me. But she was still really upset with me. >>She told me, "You need to get on to bed, we got Church >>tomorrow." I stood up and said, "Yes Ma'am." I walked >>over to her and she stood up from the table, I didn't >>know if she was gonna hug me or not, but when I put my >>arms out she gave me a hug. Then kissed my cheek and >>said, "I'll see you in the morning Little Girl." >> >>I took off my clothes and put on an oversized tee that >>used to belong to Daddy and got in the bed. I got up >>to turn out the light and before I did, I pulled up >>the shirt and looked at my butt in the mirror. I >>rubbed it knowing how red and sore it was going to be >>in the morning. Then I turned off the light and got >>into bed. I lay there for the longest time wide awake, >>staring at the ceiling and dreading what I was going >>to get in the morning. It was probably about 3 or 3:30 >>am before I finally dozed off. >> >>About 7 am I heard a light knock at my bedroom door. I >>mumbled "Come in". It was Momma. She came into my >>room, closed the door and sat down on the bed, she >>told me, "Come on Little Girl, it's time to wake up." >>I sat up in the bed pulling the tee shirt down to >>cover up and I saw the hairbrush in her hand. I >>started to tear up a little and she said, "Come on we >>have some business to take care of." I didn't resist, >>I just crawled across her lap. Once I was in position, >>she pulled up the tee I was wearing then went to work >>on my bare butt with that hairbrush. I tried to keep >>the crying in as much as I could but I still cried >>quite a bit. It wasn't quite as bad as I anticipated, >>but it was bad enough. It felt like my butt was on >>fire. When she finished, I put my arms around her >>neck and hugged her crying and saying I was sorry. She >>hugged me back and half rocked me and forgave me. >>After she got up and left my room, I pulled the shirt >>back up and looked at my butt in the mirror. It was >>about as red as a Coke can. I went and took a shower >>and started to get dressed for Church. While Momma >>went to fix breakfast. When we were sitting at the >>table having breakfast. I asked Daddy if he was >>feeling any better and he said he was then he asked me >>why I got spanked this morning. I told him about >>coming in after curfew the night before. He asked me >>how late I was. When I told him an hour and a half. He >>said, "Shoot Baby Girl, it's a good thing for you I >>was sleeping when you got home, I'da wore you out >>myself." Then he said, "I'm about half tempted to give >>you one anyway, but knowing your Momma, I guess she >>already wore you out good." I said, "Yes Daddy." Then >>he told me, "Baby Girl, if you ever pull a stunt like >>that again, I'm gonna take a belt to you, do you >>understand me?" He had never whipped any of us even >>though he had threatened to on occasion and I figured >>it was a bluff, but I decided to not take any >chances. >> >>I talked to Ramona after Church and she and I compared >>spankings. We went to the bathroom and compared. She >>said her Daddy really whooped her bare butt good. She >>didn't have any marks but said her butt was still >>pretty sore. Mine was still pretty red. She was >>shocked by how red it was and I told her that Momma >>waited till this morning to spank me and used the >>hairbrush. That was the last time we broke curfew. >>There were only a couple of times when I was eighteen >>and nineteen that I came home really late and I didn't >>get in any trouble. The time at eighteen was when Mark >>took me to see Journey for my Eighteenth Birthday. and >>at Nineteen Ramona and I got really drunk at a Keg >>Party. I've shared both of those tales elsewhere on >>this Forum.

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