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Subject: Re: Were you spank d for a bad report card

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Sonya to John
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Date Posted: 09:38:19 04/22/25 Tue
In reply to: John 's message, "Re: Were you spank d for a bad report card" on 02:52:22 04/04/25 Fri

I was lucky. I guess because my parents never really spanked us about our grades. My brother brought home an F on his report card when he was in Seventh Grade. He got a pretty stern talking to, but no spanking or even threat of one. In High School, he played Basketball. He started letting his grades slip but Daddy warned him if he didn't get his grades back up, he would have to quit Basketball, that was enough of a threat to get him to do better.

The grades that got us spanked were our Conduct Marks. So I ended getting my bare butt spanked on getting Unsatisfactory marks because I was a "Chatty Cathy". The last time it happened was when I was a Junior. I came in on Report Card day which happened to be on a Friday. I got home and heard my sister in her room crying. I peeked in to check on her and saw her laying on her stomach with her butt all red. I could tell Momma really lit her up good with the hairbrush. I asked why she got spanked and she showed me her report card. She got an unsatisfactory for talking too much, and a another one for being tardy to classes a too many times. I consoled her for a minute or two and told her I was going to be getting one too because I got an unsatisfactory and showed her mine. I heard Momma call out to me from the kitchen so I yelled, "Coming Momma". I stopped by the bathroom on the way and found the hairbrush in there so I picked up and took it with me, because I knew I had a "date" with it coming up. When I went in the kitchen she asked me for my report card and I handed it and the hairbrush to her. She looked puzzled and said, "That bad huh?" I half smiled and said, "Yes Momma". She sat the brush down on the table, opened the report card and frowned. Then said, "Girl, when are you gonna learn? You're nearly grown." I was starting to get teary eyed and I looked down at the report card laying on the table and said, "I know Momma." At that point the scolding hurt worse than the spanking. She signed the report card and then picked up the hairbrush, sighed and said, "Ok let's get it over with." She walked me into the living room, sat in her chair with me in front of her. Without being told, I unfastened my jeans and pulled them and my panties down to my knees and lay across her lap. She blistered my butt good while I lay across her knee crying like a baby. When she let me up, I pulled my panties and jeans back up and was crying and apologizing. Then I went to my room to check out the damage and had a good cry.

Mark and I went to the movies that night and I managed to fix my face up enough to hide the fact I had been crying but my butt was still a little sore from the spanking. He knew I was going to get in trouble because I had showed him my report card at school. As we got ready to leave, Momma told us "Have fun and don't forget your curfew Sonya Marie." I said, "I won't Momma, I promise." When we got in the car He asked, "So How did it go? Same as usual?" I laughed and said, "Yeah, Same as usual. Momma beat my butt good." He laughed and put his arm around me and said, "Well, let's forget about all that and go enjoy ourselves." We went to the movies, then McDonalds and still had time for a little cuddling at the lake before he had me home for curfew.

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Re: Were you spank d for a bad report card johnny 07:40:21 04/28/25 Mon

Re: Were you spank d for a bad report card -- Sonya, 12:13:51 05/15/25 Thu

Re: Were you spank d for a bad report card -- johnny, 08:20:22 05/16/25 Fri

Re: Were you spank d for a bad report card -- Sonya, 07:25:39 09/04/25 Thu

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>I was lucky. I guess because my parents never really >spanked us about our grades. My brother brought home >an F on his report card when he was in Seventh Grade. >He got a pretty stern talking to, but no spanking or >even threat of one. In High School, he played >Basketball. He started letting his grades slip but >Daddy warned him if he didn't get his grades back up, >he would have to quit Basketball, that was enough of a >threat to get him to do better. > >The grades that got us spanked were our Conduct Marks. >So I ended getting my bare butt spanked on getting >Unsatisfactory marks because I was a "Chatty Cathy". >The last time it happened was when I was a Junior. I >came in on Report Card day which happened to be on a >Friday. I got home and heard my sister in her room >crying. I peeked in to check on her and saw her laying >on her stomach with her butt all red. I could tell >Momma really lit her up good with the hairbrush. I >asked why she got spanked and she showed me her report >card. She got an unsatisfactory for talking too much, >and a another one for being tardy to classes a too >many times. I consoled her for a minute or two and >told her I was going to be getting one too because I >got an unsatisfactory and showed her mine. I heard >Momma call out to me from the kitchen so I yelled, >"Coming Momma". I stopped by the bathroom on the way >and found the hairbrush in there so I picked up and >took it with me, because I knew I had a "date" with it >coming up. When I went in the kitchen she asked me for >my report card and I handed it and the hairbrush to >her. She looked puzzled and said, "That bad huh?" I >half smiled and said, "Yes Momma". She sat the brush >down on the table, opened the report card and frowned. >Then said, "Girl, when are you gonna learn? You're >nearly grown." I was starting to get teary eyed and I >looked down at the report card laying on the table and >said, "I know Momma." At that point the scolding hurt >worse than the spanking. She signed the report card >and then picked up the hairbrush, sighed and said, "Ok >let's get it over with." She walked me into the living >room, sat in her chair with me in front of her. >Without being told, I unfastened my jeans and pulled >them and my panties down to my knees and lay across >her lap. She blistered my butt good while I lay across >her knee crying like a baby. When she let me up, I >pulled my panties and jeans back up and was crying and >apologizing. Then I went to my room to check out the >damage and had a good cry. > >Mark and I went to the movies that night and I managed >to fix my face up enough to hide the fact I had been >crying but my butt was still a little sore from the >spanking. He knew I was going to get in trouble >because I had showed him my report card at school. As >we got ready to leave, Momma told us "Have fun and >don't forget your curfew Sonya Marie." I said, "I >won't Momma, I promise." When we got in the car He >asked, "So How did it go? Same as usual?" I laughed >and said, "Yeah, Same as usual. Momma beat my butt >good." He laughed and put his arm around me and said, >"Well, let's forget about all that and go enjoy >ourselves." We went to the movies, then McDonalds and >still had time for a little cuddling at the lake >before he had me home for curfew.

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