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>Thanks for the opportunity ask more. Did going almost >last give you some advantage, in that you could see >how long your spanking might be? Do you and others >think it’s best to go first or last in a mass >spanking like that? Finally, we’re there other >times you got spanked with others? > >>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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