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>I remember a couple of times doing something ignorant, >getting hurt and still getting a spanking. > >When we lived in PA, The apartment building we had on >base had storage sheds built on each side. >Something we kids would do would climb up on top of >the shed. One day we had dragged an old mattress out >of it that someone had left in it. Then we would >climb up on the shed, and jump off on the mattress. My >brother Paul was particularly bad about it and had >gotten caught more than once, even getting his bare >little bottom spanked right outside in front of the >other kids. One day we were out playing and sure >enough, one of the kids dragged out the mattress. Paul >started trying to talk me into jumping off but I was >afraid to. I was on top of the shed with the other >kids, but wouldn't jump, so he decided I needed a >little push. Because I wasn't really prepared, I ended >up landing wrong and badly sprained my ankle. He >helped me into the house telling mom I may have broken >my ankle jumping off the shed. My ankle was swollen >pretty bad so she took me to the base doctor. He >confirmed it was just a bad sprain and wrapped up my >ankle. He told mom to keep hot compresses on it that >day and then use ice for the next few days, and he >gave her a pair of crutches my size. As soon as we >got back home, she took me to our bedroom and before >putting me to bed with my foot elevated, she had me >take off the play clothes I was wearing. Then she >quickly turned me over her knee, pulled my underwear >down and blistered my bare bottom hard and fast. While >scolding me for pulling a dangerous stunt. During the >spanking, I told her, "I didn't jump, Paul pushed me." > He was standing there, watching me get my bare bottom >spanked and obviously enjoying the show, then She >stopped spanking me for a moment, looked at my brother >and said, "Oh really?" He started stammering and tried >to deny it. But mom knew better. He decided he didn't >want to watch my spanking anymore and was starting to >back out of the bedroom. Mom told him, "Don't you dare >move." Then she resumed spanking me. She continued to >scold me for being up on that shed in the first place >when I knew it wasn't allowed. When she finished, I >didn't even bother pulling my underwear up. I just lay >on my bed, rubbing my butt and crying at the top of my >lungs. Then she sat down on Paul's bed, grabbed his >hairbrush off the nightstand and told him to pull his >pants down and bend over her knee. He let his pants >and underwear drop to the floor and she pulled him >across her lap and blistered his bare butt with the >hairbrush. Scolding him for not only jumping off the >shed, but for pushing me off it causing me to get >hurt. She spanked him every bit as long as she spanked >me but I know his had to hurt worse because she was >wearing him out with the hairbrush instead of her >hand. He had literally kicked his pants and underwear >off during the spanking. When she finished, she made >him lay down in his bed, then she came back to me, >rolled me over on my stomach and gave me two hard >spanks with the hairbrush which set me to bawling all >over again. She put a cushion under my foot and >seeing my underwear still around my ankles, she too, >them off and then told us to both stay in bed and if >we got up, we'd get spanked again with one of dad's >belts. So two bottomless boys, one with a badly >sprained ankle, spent the rest of that afternoon in >bed, bottomless with sore red butts. > >The Other time, my brother, cousins and I were messing >around, riding bikes down at the lumber yard down the >road. We were riding through the sawdust mounds. Yes >that was dangerous, but we were boys and we didn't >care. The oldest cousin, Carmen saw us playing there >and decided to rat us out. When we got back to the >house, Aunt Ruth was waiting on us. Carmen was sitting >there with a big smirk on her face, knowing we were in >trouble we came in covered in dirt and sawdust and >Aunt Ruth made us all turn around and step out on the >carport. Her laundry room was literally out on the >carport with a breezeway between it and the rest of >the house. She made us strip naked and put our clothes >in the laundry room, then marched us back into the >house. She saw all four of us covered in scratches and >even a few cuts from all the splinters and wood chips >in the saw dust mounds. So she made us all wash up and >then marched us back into the kitchen still naked. She >brought out a bag of cotton balls and a bottle of >Mercurochrome. As soon as we saw that bottle of "devil >spit" we all four started crying. She told us, "I'm >gonna give you boys something to cry about." Then took >the flyswatter off the hook on the wall. Two at a time >we each had to bend over the kitchen table and she >wore our naked butts out with the flyswatter. After >spanking the four of us, while Carmen sat, watching >and smiling, Aunt Ruth made us all stand in front of >her while she put the Mercurochrome on our scratches >and cuts. That stuff burned worse than the spanking. >As we cried and danced around Aunt Ruth would slap our >already sore butts and tell us to hold still and >Carmen was sitting watching and snickering the whole >time. After she finished putting the mercurochrome on >us, Aunt Ruth gave us each another spanking and then >sent us to the boys' bedroom still naked. Over the >next hour as we lay in the beds on our stomachs still >undressed, Carmen would stick her head in and tease >us. I think Jimmy, (the youngest) suffered the most >because he had a couple of scratches on his butt, so >Aunt Ruth dabbed some of that hateful medication on >those scratches as well. After an hour or so, Aunt >Ruth finally let us get up and get dressed. Then she >told us we could go out and play again, but if we got >caught at the Lumber Yard again, she'd whip us with >the Razor Strop. My brother and I were not familiar >with one, but my cousins had all been spanked with it >on occasion so they decided we weren't going back to >the Lumber yard.

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