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>>Over the summer, My Cousin Cassie and I along with our >>husbands decided to take the kids and go spend a week >>in Florida. They drove down to our house and we rented >>a touring van and made the trip to Florida. While we >>were at the Condo we rented, Cassie and I were talking >>about some of the trouble we got into, which our kids >>love hearing about by the way and I brought up this >>tale about a family trip to the Gulf. I was ten at the >>time. We were on a summer vacation in the Gulf. My >>Aunt, Uncle and cousins came with us and we rented a >>Beach House. My cousin Cassie and I decided to wander >>off on one of our little adventures and we wandered >>too far. We had a problem finding our way back. To >>tell the truth, we got scared. We were more than a >>mile away from where we started. Daddy and Uncle Roy >>split up walking around the beach hollering for us. >>While Momma and Aunt Connie stayed with the other >>kids, watching for us to come back. As we were trying >>to find our way back, I literally ran into Daddy. In >>spite of how upset he was I was so happy to have found >>him. I could tell he was upset but relieved. He held >>us both my the arm and said, "Where the hell have you >>two been? We've been worried to death looking for >>you." I was shocked to hear Daddy cuss because he >>rarely ever did. Then he grabbed me by the arm, turned >>me around and gave me three hard smacks on my half >>bare butt. He did the same thing to Cassie, who like >>me was wearing a one piece suit that left her with a >>wedgie too. He took both of us by the hand, crying and >>rubbing our red butts back to where Momma, Aunt Cassie >>and other kids were. Then he said, "I'm gonna go track >>Roy down and let him know I found the girls." Then he >>took off the direction Uncle Roy had gone. Momma and >>Aunt Connie read us the Riot Act after Daddy left >>telling us we were gonna get out butts blistered. Then >>Momma decided to not wait till we got back to the >>beach house, she said, "Connie, I'm gonna take the >>girls to the Ladies room and blister their little >>asses." Then she took us both by the hand and said >>"Come on girls." There was a restaurant nearby where >>we had lunch earlier and Momma dragged us to the >>ladies room taking us into one of the larger stalls. >>She closed the door and made us both pull our >>swimsuits down, then absolutely wore us out right then >>and there in front of each other. Since we were in a >>stall, no one could see it, but the ladies and kids in >>there could hear every word and every smack. We were >>both bawling and she told us, "Put your swimsuits back >>on and let's go." I was crying and said, "Momma I >>gotta pee." Momma said, "Fine, hurry up. I sat down on >>the toilet to relieve myself, which to be honest, hurt >>like hell on my freshly spanked butt. Momma turned to >>Cassie and asked, "Do you have to pee too?" She >>nodded. Then she said, "When Sonya's done you go >>ahead." When I got up, Momma gave me another two >>smacks on the butt and told me to get my swimsuit back >>on. When Cassie finished, Momma gave her a couple of >>extra spanks and told her to put her swimsuit back on >>too. After putting our swimsuits back on, She led us >>crying, to one of the sinks to wash our hands, then >>led us out of the bathroom and back to our towels, >>crying our eyes out with our red butts half-exposed to >>the world. Aunt Connie told us, "You girls sit your >>little butts down and don't you dare think of moving. >>If you do, I'll blister your bare little asses right >>here on the beach in front of God and Everybody." Then >>said, "and don't you even think, I'm not gonna whoop >>you both with the flyswatter when we get back to the >>beach house. About a half hour later, Daddy and Uncle >>Roy got back and Uncle Roy chewed us out too. >>Threating to give us a whoopin'. Aunt Connie spoke up >>and said, "Barbie took em' to the restroom and >>blistered their bare littl butts and as soon as we get >>back to the beach house, I'm taking the flyswatter to >>both of em'. I think sitting on that towel with a sore >>butt, watching the other kids play hurt almost as bad >>as the spankings. A couple of hours later, we left and >>went back to the beach house and as soon as we walked >>in, Aunt Connie told the other kids to go get out of >>their swimsuits, hang them out on the rail to dry and >>get cleaned up. Then said to Cassie and me, "Not your >>two. Just wait right here." She went to the kitchen >>and came back with the flyswatter. Then she walked >>over to an arm chair in the main room. She tapped >>against her bare thigh and said, "You two, get those >>swimsuits off and hang them on the rail with the >>others and then get over here. We took our swimsuits >>off, hung them up outside with the others, then walked >>naked and crying back over to where Aunt Connie was >>standing. With our hands in front of us to protect our >>"privacy". She told us both, "You think you're crying >>now? I'm really gonna give you something to cry >>about." Then she made us both bend over together, side >>by side over the arm of the chair. Once we were >>situated, she started wearing our butts out. She had >>whooped us with a flyswatter before but she really set >>us on fire that time. She was scolding us the whole >>time about us "taking off and scaring everybody half >>to death". Saying we could have ended up drowning or >>somebody could have kidnapped us. We were both bawling >>at the top of our lungs and apologizing the whole >>time. She not only covered every inch of our bare >>butts, but she also swatted us both on the backs of >>our legs going almost half way down to our backs of >>our knees. That had to be one of the longest spankings >>I ever had. When she finished, we stood up rubbing our >>butts and bawling, still getting scolded by all four >>adults. Then Momma finally said, "Girls, go get >>cleaned up and get dressed, We're gonna go get some >>dinner." Then said, "Be ready in an hour, or you'll >>get spanked again." We dashed from the room still >>stark naked, to the bathroom and got in the shower. >>Looking at Cassie's butt I saw it was like a sunburn >>from the top of her butt all the way down to about >>half way down to the back of her knees. I asked how >>bad my butt looked and she told me that it looked like >>a sunburn. When we got to the bedroom, we compared in >>the mirror to see who was the reddest, it was a tie. >>Cassie comment that she wished she had brought her >>Noxema. I laughed in spite of how much my butt was >>hurting and gave her a playful slap on the butt. She >>said, "Ouch that hurt." and smacked me on my bare butt >>too. Then Momma stuck her head in the room and said, >>"Y'all hurry up and get dressed. Everybody's waitin' >>on you." We hurried and got dressed putting on panties >>and bras then tees and shorts and noticing to our >>embarrassment how red the backs of our legs were down >>below our shorts. We came out of the bedroom and my >>dear little brother said, "Whoa, somebody got a >>whoopin'". Daddy said, "Do you want one too Bubba?" My >>brother stopped smiling and said, "No sir." Then we >>loaded up in the van and we went out for Pizza. I >>heard more than a few passing comments from kids and >>adults alike about the backs of our legs being red, >>and even a few threats from parents to their kids >>asking them if they wanted what we got. Needless to >>say, Cassie and I didn't wander off anymore, On that >>trip anyway. >> >>I hope everybody had a great summer. >My parents and an Aunt and Uncle on my moms side would >go to the Iowa state fair we stayed at a roadside >Motel and it had a pool same place every year . They >had four girls and I have two sisters we got in our >share of spankings every year getting both my mom’s >hairbrush and my Aunts Fanny wacker paddle a meds oval >paddle with three big holes in a triangle I hated that >paddle it hurt more than the bigger school paddle . We >had a lot of fun too the food was great fried >everything candidates go to the Iowa state fair every >four years before the Iowa caucuses

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