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>>What implements were other forum members spanked with? > >Well Momma did most of the spanking and always bare >butt. The majority of the time, she just spanked us by >hand. But when she decided something more serious was >needed, she had her hairbrush. It was an old brush >she got when she was a girl as part of a comb, brush >and hand mirror set. It was a beautiful old piece of >oak with a wide flat spanking surface like a small >paddle. Even to this day it looks beautiful. I have >to say, I had a love/hate relationship with that >brush. Momma loved to brush our hair with it and I >have to admit I loved it too. It could get the >toughest tangles out without you feeling like it was >snatching you bald and felt good on the scalp too. She >could brush my hair for hours with that thing and if I >was a cat I would have been purring. She loved to >have us brush her hair too. On the other hand when >used on our bare bottoms, it really set your butt on >fire. I would see that in her hand even teens when I >was in trouble and immediately start sobbing. I was >seventeen the last time she used that brush on my bare >butt. I'd stayed out an hour and a half past my >curfew. It was so late when I got home and everybody >except Momma of course was asleep. Not wanting to wake >everybody else she took me out on the patio to chew me >out. Then let me know in no uncertain terms she'd be >spanking my bare butt with the hairbrush in the >morning before we had to get ready for church. I had a >pretty restless night knowing she was going to spank >me first thing in the morning. About 7am there was a >knock at my door and I said, "Come in Momma", knowing >it was her. She walked in with that hairbrush in hand >and I burst into tears immediately. After sitting and >talking with me for a few minutes, I had to turn over >her knee and she blistered my bare butt with that >hairbrush. I had a difficult time sitting in Church >that morning. But I did fare better than my best >friend Ramona who was with me the night before. She >was met at the door by her Daddy with belt in hand. I >had walked her in and he started chewing us both out, >then told her she was getting a "whippin" and told me >I need to get home because my Momma was worried about >me. After the door closed I heard him say "Drop em and >get down on the couch." I peeked in the window and saw >her laying face down on the couch bare from waist to >knees and her Daddy burning her bare butt good with >that belt while she was crying out. She and I compared >our "war wounds" after Church in the bathroom. She was >shocked to see how red my butt was until I told her >that Momma spanked me that morning instead of the >night before. I was surprised to see Romana still had >belt marks on her butt and a couple on the backs of >her legs too. Her Daddy really let her have it. > >Daddy always spanked us by hand, but there were times >after spanking us, he would say, "Next time, I'll take >the belt to you." That was never more than a threat. > >My Aunt Connie's favorite implement was her >flyswatter. It was the old fashioned kind. It had a >thick metal handle that was only a little flexible and >red rubberized plastic striking surface. She kept it >hanging in the kitchen right by the door. When she >gave you a whoopin' with that thing she would hold you >by one arm and make you dance while she used it on >your bare butt and backs of your legs. We usually >would just go ahead and strip completely from the >waist down when she spanked with it because, you'd be >dancing around in circles while she wore you out and >would end up falling on your face if your pants and >underwear were down around your ankles. I have to >admit it was quite a show to watch her wear one of the >OTHER kids out with that thing. When she was ready to >spank you she'd just order you to "drop your drawers" >while scolding you and then once you were bare from >the waist down, she took you by the left arm and went >to work. After a spanking from the flyswatter your >butt and backs of your legs looked and felt like you >were sunburnt. The sting usually lasted a few hours. >She was also pretty handy with a hairbrush. She had >one similar to Momma's. > >My Granny once used a willow switch on me when I was >six. She got mad and me and said, I was backtalking >her (I wasn't) so she took me by the ear and dragged >me to her back yard, broke a switch off the tree and >started peeling the leaves off it while telling me to >take off my pants. I pulled my shorts off right then >and there and she said, "Drawers too", so I stripped >my panties down and off, then she grabbed my arm and >started whipping my butt and backs of my legs. It >felt like she was slicing me with every lick of that >switch. The more I struggled the more wild she started >swinging. By the time she was done whipping me, My >butt, front and backs of my legs, my lower back and >even my right arm were covered in angry red welts and >a few places where the skin was almost broken. She >didn't draw blood, fortunately, but a few of the >scraped areas came close to it. Momma had a fit when >she saw Granny had whipped me with the switch and >wouldn't let us stay at her house anymore. I found out >later she used to do the same to her and Aunt Connie. >She also gave me a really bad spanking by hand when >she baby sat us and left bruises. After that, we >weren't allowed to be alone with her anymore. I found >out much later that she was badly abused by her father >and mother. > >The only other implements I remember are getting a >hairbrush spanking from my best friend Ramona's Momma >who I referred to as "Momma Liz" There were a couple >of times she spanked us with a hairbrush (bare of >course) and once she took a flip flop too us. I have >to admit even though we were both naked at the time >and wet because we'd been playing in their pool, the >flip flop didn't really hurt. > >I also got spanked at school with different types of >paddles, a ruler, a pointer and by hand. Nearly all >those spankings I was fully clothed. They hurt but not >as bad as a bare butt spanking from Momma's hairbrush. >One of the times In Second Grade, she used a ruler. If >you were wearing a dress or skirt, she would pull it >up and spank you on your panties. That happened to me >and Ramona together once. She made us come up front >and bend over her desk, then she raised our dresses in >back and gave us about ten smacks apiece on the seat >of our panties right in front of the class. She had >spanked me one other time. Turning me over her knee in >front of the class and spanking me over my jeans. I >was more embarrassed by that one than hurt. But the >one on my panties really did sting. The paddlings at >School where more painful in Jr. High than Elementary >School. I got paddled five times in my Seventh Grade >year. Two times by the Girl's Gym Coach with her big >Paddle Ball Paddle. One time with shorts on (two >licks) the other time in my Gym Uniform which left my >butt nearly half bare when I was bent pver grabbing my >ankles. I had a little bit of bruising on one butt >cheek from that one. I got spanked at home too that >day for getting in trouble at School. She was going to >use the hairbrush but when I pulled my panties down >she saw the slight bruising, she put the brush down >and used her hand, only spanking the unbruised cheek. >I also got paddled by my American History teacher >(three licks) and by my English Teacher (five licks). >The History Teacher was a sexist grouchy b@stard who >put women down a lot. He was also a bit racist. He >and I got into an argument and I called him out on it >in front of the class calling him a sexist pig. He >took me out in the hall made me bend over and paddled >me. He was an older man and even though he tried, the >paddling didn't hurt that much. After he gave me a >note to take home and he wrote an extra comment to my >Daddy on it suggesting he take a belt to my bare butt. >When Daddy saw his note, He took a red marker and in >big letters wrote "NOPE!!!" The teacher was acting all >smug when I turned the note back in the next morning, >thinking Daddy gave me the "whippin" I deserved", and >was mad enough to eat nails and crap tacks when he >found out it didn't happen. > >The English teacher spanked Ramona and I together for >cheating on a test. Well Ramona actually cheated but I >let her do it. Hey she's my best friend. When we got >caught, the teacher grabbed her paddle and took us out >to the hall. She caught Ramona copying off my test and >she admitted to it. Then she tried to cover for me and >say I didn't know she was looking at my answers. I >didn't want to get paddled or get an F on the test, >but I wasn't going to let my best friend go down >alone. So when the teacher asked me if that was true, >I admitted to letting her copy off of me. So she >failed us both and then made us lean over with our >hands on the wall. She gave us five good licks each. >Even though we were in jeans, that paddling hurt. We >had to take notes home to be signed and we ended up >getting spanked twice at home. Her Momma and Daddy >both spanked her with a belt and my Momma spanked me >with the hairbrush and Daddy gave me a spanking by >hand that night. > >My last and worst paddling was by the Assistant >Principal in Seventh Grade. It was the first nice day >of the Spring and I didn't feel like listening to the >American History Teacher's sexist crap, so I decided >to slip out and skip class. I hung out in the park >enjoying the weather then decided I'd slip back in >when it was time for classes to change. I thought I >would get away with it, but I heard a voice calling me >by my last name. It was the Assistant Principal >(BUSTED). He took me to the office and talked with me. >I was given the choice of a week of detention plus a >two week ECS (Extra Curricular Suspension) which meant >no School activities for two weeks or I could take >three licks. He had a reputation for paddling hard >that was well deserved. I had never seen anyone come >out of his office after getting licks from him that >wasn't bawling, boy or girl. I reluctantly chose the >licks. So he told me to see him after School. The rest >of the day dragged on and I admit I spent way too much >time watching the clock dreading my impending doom. >When final bell rang, I almost wet my panties because >I was so nervous. I went to the bathroom and then >started the walking the "Green Mile" to his office. I >walked in and told his Secretary I needed to see him. >She told me he was with another student and the reason >became clear a moment later when I heard what sounded >like a gunshot coming from his office. I heard a boy >cry out loudly and nearly jumped out of my skin. Then >there was a second and a third pop and I started >tearing up. The Secretary knew why I was there and >when she saw me starting to cry. She didn't try to >reassure me or anything, she just handed me a tissue >and went on about her business. A few moments later a >boy came out of the office. He was one of the ninth >grade football players. He was rubbing his butt and >sobbing uncontrollably. Then I really got scared. The >Secretary buzzed the AP and told him I was waiting to >see him and he told her he had to make a call first. I >sat there in tears and hardly breathing while I waited >but I still jumped when he buzzed her and said, "Send >G...... in". She looked at me sympathetically and >said, "Go on in hon." I got up, dropped my tissue in >the trash and walked into his office. He had me close >the door behind me and told me to take a seat. I saw >the paddle laying on his desk, it was a scary sight. >It was a piece of Georgia Pine, that was about >eighteen inches long, four inches wide and nearly an >inch thick. It had two sets of holes that were maybe a >quarter of an inch wide the entire length of the blade >and a handle that was long enough to be held with both >hands. It was a very imposing implement. He talked to >me about skipping school and so forth but I was so >scared I barely understood what he said. All I could >think of was the boy as big as he was coming out of >the office bawling like a baby. Then it occurred to >me, I was wearing a short skirt. Again he gave me the >choice of the Detention/ECS or the licks. At that >point I almost chose the other option instead of the >licks. But I still said, "Licks". He walked to the >door and asked his Secretary to come in. Explaining >when he paddles a girl he has to have a female >witness. (state law). She walked in and went to the >other side of his desk. Then he picked up the paddle >and had me get up and walk to the front of his desk. >When I complied, he had me bend all the way over the >front of the desk, feet on the floor and arms >stretched forward. So from the waist up I was >literally laying face down on his desk with my feet on >the floor. When I was in position, the Secretary >grabbed my wrists and held them. Then he got behind me >and asked if I was ready. I whispered "yes sir" then >he tapped the paddle on my bottom and told me to hold >still. When the wood touched my butt, I realized my >skirt had ridden up revealing quite a bit of my butt >and to make matters worse. I had on nylon bikini >panties and they were riding up about half way when I >bent over. So the paddle was literally touching bare >skin. I tried to reach back to cover my bottom but the >Secretary held my wrists tight and told me it would be >over in a few moments. I managed to look back enough >to see he was holding the paddle with both hands. >Nervousness turned into terror at that point. Then he >tapped the paddle against my half bare bottom again, >then drew back and hit me full force. The pain was >immediate and I tried to scream and couldn't. The >Secretary still held my wrists tight and told me it >would be over in a minute, then he gave me the second >lick and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I had >NEVER BEEN HIT THAT HARD IN MY LIFE. The Secretary was >struggling to hang on to me and telling me hold still >hon, it's almost over." Then he gave me that third >hard lick. When she let me go, I literally fell to my >knees on the floor holding my butt and bawling. He had >her help me back up while he walked around his desk, >put the paddle back in the drawer and from another >drawer pulled out a pad and sat down. I could barely >hear what he was saying as he wrote out the note, I >tried to sit down and couldn't because I was in so >much pain. He gave me a note to take home to have >signed and returned telling me if I didn't bring it >back, I'd either get paddled again or detention. When >I was dismissed I was bawling even worse than the boy >was, I went to the girl's bathroom and pulled up my >skirt in front of the mirror to take a look at the >damage and my butt was already purple. As I was >limping home, the realization dawned on me that Momma >was gonna spank me too and since I had cut class it >would likely be with the hairbrush. I cried all the >way home and slipped into my room. I pulled my panties >down and looked at my butt in the mirror and saw it >was so badly bruised it was nearly black and swollen. >I stayed in my room for a while and then I heard Momma >call to me from the kitchen. I put my panties back on >and went to face the music. She saw I had been crying >and asked what was wrong. I handed her the note, and >saw her getting upset with me. She said, "Sonya Marie >I guess you know what this means." then she left the >kitchen, went to the her bedroom and came back with >the hairbrush, then took me to the living room >scolding me for skipping class. I was bawling again >and begging her to not spank me because I was already >hurting from the paddling. She apologized then sat >down in her chair and told me to pull my panties down >and bend over. My brother and sister were both sitting >on the couch watching TV and then were watching me >instead. I eased my panties down to mid-thigh and >carefully lay across her lap. She was still scolding >me but then when she pulled my skirt up, she said, "OH >MY GOD!" By then my butt was black, swollen and had >blood blisters on both cheeks from the holes in the >paddle hitting bare skin. At that point I didn't know >if she was going to go ahead and spank me or not, but >she put the brush down and told the kids to go to >their rooms for a minute. She let me up off her lap >and I saw she was so angry she was in tears. But she >wasn't angry at me. She asked me if the Assistant >Principal did that to me and I nodded. Then she saw my >wrists were bruised and asked, "What happened to your >wrists baby?" I told the Secretary held my wrists >while I was getting paddled. She took me to my room >and had me take off my skirt and panties and lay down >on the bed on my stomach. Then I heard her tell Sami >and Troy, I'd be ok and to leave me along and let me >rest. Then I overheard her calling Daddy at work and >telling him he needs to come home now. Then she came >back in with ice packs wrapped in a towel and some >Tylenol. She had me take it and then lay on my stomach >again and put the ice packs on my butt. When Daddy got >home and saw my butt, while he was normally calm and >even tempered, he lost it. He was in tears and I heard >him outside my room saying, "I'm gonna kill that son >of a bitch". So Momma had her hands full taking care >of me and trying to calm Daddy down. I had to have >dinner in my room laying on my stomach and Momma had >to help me in the bathroom holding me up over the >toilet, because I literally couldn't sit. After a very >long night, she called me in sick saying we'd be down >there after while and want to meet with the Principal, >Assistant and that Secretary. We walked to the School >because I still couldn't sit down. Momma had me put on >a loose fitting dress and I still couldn't even wear >panties and we met with the Principal, he called the >Assistant and his Secretary for Momma to have a "Come >to Jesus Meeting". And she let it all come out. The >Assistant had a pretty arrogant attitude about the the >whole thing saying, "Well, your daughter chose to skip >school and two times I gave her the choice of either >the paddle or detention and ECS. She chose the licks." >Then he said, "I always give the girls a choice, I >don't do that for the boys. She chose the paddle, so I >really don't see what your problem is Mrs. G......." >It looked like Momma was going to explode but she took >a deep breath and calmly said, "Baby come here >please." Then she patted me on the arm and said, "Show >them." I was trying to keep from crying but swallowed >and said, "Yes Momma' then I turned around pulled up >my dress and let them see my butt. Then Momma said, >"That's what my problem is." Then I covered my bottom >up and walked around behind her. She went on to say, >"She can't sit down or even lay on her back. I have >to help her in the bathroom because she can't even sit >on a toilet." Then she showed them my wrists that were >bruised and started chewing the Secretary out for >holding them so tight. She told the Principal she was >gonna call the Superintendent and have the permission >to paddle us removed. Threatening lawsuits and jail if >any of us were paddled again. The Principal apologized >saying it's his fault for not paying more attention to >the situation even though he had heard stories about >what the Assistant Principal was doing. He turned to >the Secretary and flat out told her. You're suspended >without pay for the next two weeks and I'm warning you >if you ever do this to a child again, you will be >fired, Now get out of my office and go home." Then he >turned to the Assistant and said, "I can't fire you, >if I could, you'd be gone. I can't even suspend you >like I did your Secretary. But you will never touch >another child in my School again." Then said, I will >be calling the Superintendent about your immediate >removal from your position as soon as I'm done meeting >with Mrs. G....." Then he told him to get out. After >that he told Momma that if she decides to press >charges or bring a law suit against the School she >will have his full cooperation. Momma had calmed down >some by then and accepted his apology. The Principal >signed me out for a week as an excused absence and >said for Momma to call him If I was unable to return >after that week was up. He also said if there are any >medical bills involved he would see to it they were >covered. Then he offered to take us home in the School >Van. I couldn't set but was able to lay on one of the >bench seats in it. I was able to return to School the >following week but I still had some bruises on my >butt. The Assistant was moved to another position >with the School System until the end of his contract, >then they let him go.

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