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>Hey Grumpy. I've shared this story a few times, but I >don't mind repeating it. What I'll do is break it down >this time and answer each of your questions. > >why? > >It was three days after my eighteenth birthday and I >let the fact I was legally an adult go to my head. I >was backtalking Momma when she asked me to do >something, and I went as far as telling her, "I'd like >to see that" when she told me I wasn't too old to get >a spanking. Daddy was not happy and got on my case. > > >where it occurred? > >The spanking occurred in the Living Room, while Daddy >was sitting in his chair over his knee on my bare >butt. > >warnings? > >No warning at all. I was arguing with Momma and Daddy >put his hand on my shoulder and made me come with him >to the living room. > >lecture? > >No lecture this time. Daddy read me the riot act and >told me I was getting too big for my britches. Then >informed me he was gonna blister my bare butt. Even >telling me if I didn't pull my panties down, he'd pull >them down for me. What made it worse was this all >happened in front of Momma, my Brother and my Sister. >Normally once the spanking started, he wouldn't say >anything, but this time he chewed me out throughout >the spanking. > >implement? > >Just his hard right hand. Daddy is a tall man, well >over six feet. His hands are huge and he could cover a >big part of your butt with just one slap. Also the >skin on his hands are calloused and like leather. I >would compare a spanking from him to being spanked >with a gator skin covered paddle. He never spanked us >with anything other than his hand. > >what you were wearing? > >At the time this occurred I had on a pink Abacrombie >tee and no bra, a pair of well worn jeans, with the >back pockets ripped off. They had holes in knees and >at the bottom of my right butt cheek. When I had them >on, you could literally see the crease between the >butt cheek and upper thigh and a pair of blue nylon >bikini panties and no shoes or socks. I almost always >went braless and barefoot at home. > >and how you were bared? > >After telling me I was getting "too big for my >britches" he told me he was going to spank my bare >butt. Then he told me to pull my pants down and turn >over his knee. I unfastened my jeans and pulled them >part of the way down just below the hips and still had >my panties all the way up and he got impatient and >told me "Get those panties down or I'll pull them down >for you." so I slipped my jeans and panties down to >just above the knees, since my shirt barely came down >to my hips and I was completely exposed front and >rear, I didn't wait to be told to turn over his knee. >I lay there crying draped across his long legs with my >finger tips and toes touching the floor. > >how many swats? > >I didn't exactly count them, but a normal spanking >from him could be eight or ten to twelve to fifteen >smacks. This time was longer. I believe it was at >least twenty, if not a few more. Also when Daddy >spanked it was hard swats with about two to three >seconds between each swat. In that couple of moments >between each swat, you really feel each one. > > >when and if you cried? Oh honey I cried my eyes out. I >in tears as soon as I knew I was getting a spanking >and as he chewed me out beforehand I was crying more >and more. Then I started sobbing and begging when he >told me to pull down my panties or he'd do it for me. >Then when the spanking started, I started hollering >begging him to stop with the first smack and by the >third, I was bawling. I was crying so loud by the >tenth smack, you could barely hear the spanking >itself. Or him scolding me while he spanked me. The >spanking went on for at least a full minute if not >longer. It was the longest, hardest spanking I ever >got from Daddy and I kicked and struggled the whole >time. Not even caring that Momma, Troy and Sammy were >there watching every smack. > >and the aftermath? > >When Daddy finished spanking me, he let me back up and >I stood there still bare for a second or too, holding >my butt with my pants down below my knees. Then >realizing everybody could see me completely exposed so >I quickly pulled them both up. My jeans were still >unfastened and I had my hands in my panties rubbing my >burning butt, while Daddy lectured me. When the >lecture was finally over, I ran to my room crying. As >soon as I was in my room, I took off my clothes and >looked at my butt in the mirror. As much as the >spanking hurt, I expected it to be bruised up but it >wasn't. It was a nice shade of dark red though >especially on the fattest part of my butt. I put a >nightshirt on and crawled into the bed, laying down on >my side rubbing my butt and crying. The crying had >faded down to just sniffles when Daddy came to my room >to talk to me. He sat on the bed with me and put his >arm around me. We had a long Father/daughter >discussion while I cuddled up to him. It was like >being a little girl all over again. After we talked, >he gave me a bear hug and a pat, not a smack but a pat >on the bottom, and then invited me to come to the >kitchen and have a snack with the family. When I said, >I would, he gave me another pat on the bottom and >reminded me to put some panties on before I come out. >After putting my panties on, We hugged and he kissed >me on the head and I told him I would apologize to >Momma. > >There you go sweetie. I think I covered all your >questions about that spanking. But if you have any >other questions about this or for that matter any of >the spankings I got, just ask. > >Sonya

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