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>I stole money from my dad. My mom was genuinely >worried about what my dad was going to do to me with >his belt and told him to go calm down as he was too >angry to punish me so she took care of it. In the >living room she scolded me and told me she needed to >take me down a peg. > >It’s ironic, because it was the same punishment she >had always given me, but when she told me she was >gonna spank my bare bottom over her knee my face >betrayed me and my look of terror was all the evidence >she needed that it was going to be very effective and >shameful. She said “Play stupid games, win stupid >prizes.” Then she told me just because she’d >“saved” me from my dad’s belt didn’t mean she >was gonna go easy on me. In a way her spanking my bare >bottom with her open hand at 13 going on 14 was even >worse, and it seems she knew this because she said >“it won’t be as painful but it will not be over >quickly, and I can tell it’s going to be humbling >for you which is what’s most important right now.” >She then ordered me to take off my pants and >underwear. > >I still hadn’t even said anything, just stared at >her in horror, but when she gave this order I started >to plead with her and quickly got cut off. “Not >another word, or you’ll get the belt after I’m >done with you.” I don’t know how I forced myself >to obey but I took down my jeans and then my shorts, >before quickly going over mom’s lap. I was a short >kid, but I was tall enough now that my hands could >touch the floor. I had also hit puberty since the last >time she spanked me just after my 13th birthday so it >was by far the most ‘exposed’ I ever felt being >spanked privately. > >Mom wasted no time raising her hand up high in the air >and smacking my bare ass very hard. It hurt more than >I remembered. She was always one to spank pretty >slowly and as she had promised me, she took her time >with this one. She was not a quickfire spanker, she >would deliver each smack with forceful precision and >take a couple seconds to do so. Over and over she >brought her hand up and down on my bottom and more and >more it hurt. I began to breathe deeper and deeper as >the pain grew but with the embarrassment already being >overwhelming I soon gave into my emotions and burst >into tears. This didn’t stop the spanking, it never >did, but not too long after I erupted she let me up. I >don’t know when he’d shown up but my father was >there watching. I didn’t need to be told to >apologize and did so through my tears after pulling my >clothes back on. He told me he believed me, and to >never do it again.

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