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>Like Jason my first spanking memory was at age 4 and >is also one of my first permanent memories. Unlike >Jason, however it was a spanking I saw a playmate get, >not one I got myself. Does that count? It was >intense. > >I was over at a playmate's house. Her name was >Loretta and we were both 4. For some reason I don't >recall she got mad at me. She flew into an >uncontrollable rage, picked up a fork off the table >and threw it at me. She missed, fortunately. I say >fortunately because the fork didn't tumble end over >end, but flew straight as an arrow, tines first, and >embedded itself in the wooden window sash like a dart >into a dartboard. I still remember the sickening ><i>thunk</i> it made when it hit. Young as I was I >still recognized this for what it was: a murderous >attack. I knew that if the fork had embedded itself >in my chest I would have ended up in the hospital - or >worse. I recognized this as the worst bad behavior of >them all, so when her mother, who saw the whole >incident, angrily announced that Loretta was getting a >spanking, I agreed wholeheartedly. She <i>needed</i> >a spanking for that! > >Realizing that a spanking was coming Loretta started >crying up a storm. Rather than feeling sorry for her >I thought, "Good! You deserve this!" Her mom said >she was going outside to pick a switch and Loretta >bawled even louder. When Loretta saw her mom >returning with a switch, still scraping the leaves >off, she started to cry, "You're going to spank me. >You're going to spank me!" No shoot, Sherlock! Her >mom grabbed her by the arm and led her over to the >sofa and sat down. She reached up under Loretta's >dress and pulled her panties down all the way. >Bending Loretta across her knees she lifted her dress >and I saw Loretta's bare buttocks. Not for long, >though, as her mom started to swing the switch. >Loretta screamed like one of those "Whistling Pete" >fireworks that let out a loud screaming whistle. The >spanking didn't last long. I didn't think to count >the strikes but it lasted nowhere near the amount of >time that my spankings lasted from my mom, but then my >mom only used her hand and left my bare bottom pink. >Loretta's bottom showed several (6?) bright red weals >where the switch had landed, so I thought that, maybe, >her spanking was worse than mine despite the >abbreviated time. I remember having no pity for >Loretta, nor schadenfreude, just a feeling that what >happened was the right thing. Loretta had been really >bad and the consequences were really bad, too, so the >world had evened out. > >When the spanking was over Loretta stood up and >started rubbing her stinging behind to beat the band >but her dress flopped back down so I couldn't see >anything. Her mom looked around, saw me still there, >told me that Loretta couldn't play anymore that day >and I was to go home. I skedaddled more than happy to >get out of the reach of an angry mother holding a >switch in her hand! > >This incident was so intense that was entered in my >permanent memory so strongly that I still remember it >completely 70 years later!

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