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>I've actually shared this story but I'll be happy to >share it again. > >We had gone on a family vacation down in the Gulf. It >was my family along with Aunt Connie, Uncle Roy and my >four cousins, Including my favorite cousin and partner >in crime Cassie. Our families had rented a really >nice four bedroom beach house. My parents got a room, >My Aunt and Uncle took a bedroom and the other two >bedrooms were split up, My brother and three male >cousins got one room and Cassie, my sister Sammy and I >took the other. We kids were "stair steps" as far as >our ages, Cassie was the oldest by a few months and >had just turned twelve, I was eleven. My Brother Troy >was nine, then the Twins were both eight. My sister >Sammy was six and my youngest cousin was almost six as >well. > >The plan was to spend five full days down there. The >first day we had a great time playing, and exploring. >I don't even remember any of us getting so much as >fussed at. The next day was pretty good as well, the >twins and my brother acted up some but nobody got >spanked. Day three, the bottom dropped out. A storm >moved in and we ended up being stuck inside most of >the day. The grownups were trying to make it as fun as >possible, but having seven hyper little heathens >inside all day just wasn't cutting it. Cassie and I >were really wanting to get away from the other kids >because they were getting on our nerves. Finally >hoping to lift our spirits, they took us to a Pizza >Place that was like Funtime or Chuck E Cheese. That >turned out to be a big mistake. We were fussing and >fighting so much our parents finally decided they had >had enough and rounded us up to go back to the beach >house. We still fussed and quarreled and pinched and >smacked even as we got in the van. Once inside, Momma >stood up and made the announcement as soon as we got >back to the beach house, she was going to blister our >bare butts. Then we all got quiet. We instantly went >from being seven little hell spawn to perfect little >angels, hoping to avoid the spankings we were gonna >get. Once we got back to the beach house, We all >decided to go to the bedrooms, but Momma said, "Stop >right there kids". Then she read us the riot act. She >sat down in a chair and made us all line up in front >of her. Then starting with the youngest, each one of >us had to strip from waist to knees and lay across her >lap. I felt like I was on death row as I watched my >youngest cousin, then my sister, then one at a time, >the twins and then finally my brother each bare their >butt and turn across her knee for a good hand >spanking. I did notice that the palm of Momma's right >hand was already getting red by the time she got to my >brother, but that did not stop her from wearing his >bare little butt out. Then it was my turn, I heard her >say Sonya Marie, get them down now and get over my >knee." I looked at my brother, sister and younger >cousins all crying, rubbing their butts and I started >bawling as I pulled my shorts and panties down. I know >her hand had to be burning before she started spanking >me but it didn't stop her from sitting my bare butt on >fire. I bawled and kicked just like my sibs and my >cousins had. When she let me up I was rubbing and >crying at the top of my lungs like the others and then >heard Momma say "Cassandra Nichole". She begged to not >get spanked as she was pulling her shorts and panties >down together and just let them drop. Momma took her >over her knee and lit into her bare butt just like she >had the rest of us. I think in spite of being the >oldest, Cassie probably kicked and screamed more than >the rest of us. When Momma let her up she joined the >rest of us rubbing her butt and bawling. Then Aunt >Connie said, "Ya'll stay right where you are." Then >left the room, going into the kitchen. When she came >back, she had a flyswatter in her hand. Then we all >started crying even louder because we knew exactly >what she had in mind. She made us each line up and >one at a time we had to drop our pants and underwear >and bend over with our hands on our knees for a good >spanking with the flyswatter. She gave each of the >younger kids ten to twelve swats, then when it was my >turn she did the same but then added some extra swats >which were harder than the rest. Before the extra >licks, "Being one of the oldest, you should know >better than gave me six swats that really got me >squalling. Then she did the same to Cassie. After the >spankings, we were all allowed to get a drink and go >to the bathroom which I can say as a girl, sitting on >the toilet after getting my butt totally blistered, >was no fun. Then we had to go straight to bed. Which >was all kinds of suck because it was only around 7:30. >That was even more miserable. Being eleven and twelve >and having to go to bed so early while on vacation. >The rooms we kids had, had two full sized beds, so >Cassie and I had one bed and Sammy had the other. We >went crying to our rooms and once in our room, Cassie >and I both took our shorts and panties off and got in >the bed. Sammy did the same. We were more fortunate >than the boys though, because we had a jar of Noxzema >in Cassie's travel bag. We rubbed a little on each >other's butts and then Sammy asked for some too, so I >rubbed some on her bottom. The cold cream helped us be >able to get some sleep. > >The next day, the sun was out and we were able to be >out for the rest of our trip down there. The only >problems during the rest of that trip was because The >twins weren't minding Aunt Connie when we were on the >beach, she she took them back to the beach house and >spanked their bare butts with a flyswatter. > >As far as your last question goes... You better >believe it did. It became part of our family >folklore. It was not only discussed among us, like it >was like a campfire story for us. But it was shared >with boyfriends and girlfriends, and our children as >well. Not long ago, my soon to be officially adopted >daughter, Kayla was talking to Momma about how I was >when I was growing up, (there was some great news) and >Momma spent more than an hour regaling her with tales >of my childhood misadventures (some of which were a >little exaggerated) MAKING sure she included the >spankings when telling her tales." I believe Kayla >really enjoyed hearing the stories. I swear my face >was as red that night as my butt was back when I was >still getting spanked. > >If you have any more questions, please feel free to >ask hon. > >Sonya

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