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>Dear Larry, > >Sorry it took so long to get back to you but I had >things to do, people to see, and places to go. You >know how it is. > >>What girls did you see spanked? > >The first one was actually the first spanking I ever >saw. I related that story in the thread about first >memories. That one doesn't count for much, though, >because we were only 4 years old and at that age I >viewed girls simply as boys with different plumbing. >The first time I got spanked with girls when it did >count I was in the third grade, so age 8-9. I was at >a friend's house. He was my age and he had two older >sisters, around 11-12. We were plying a board game >with money. Not Monopoly, but similar. The girls >were cheating. The older one was acting as banker and >when she made change for her sister and herself she >would slip in an extra $100 bill or two. She was very >good at the slight of hand - we never caught her <i>in >flagrante delicto</i>, but it eventually became >obvious when the girls had more money than they could >have acquired legitimately. Their brother eventually >had enough of this and called them on it. They denied >it vehemently. I discovered that I had a few of >Sherlock Holmes' genes when I discovered a smoking gun >clue: the younger girl had stacked her $1 bills neatly >and stuck them under the board while her other cash >was not kept as neat. I surmised that she was hiding >her illegitimate bills under the ones, so I asked to >see the stack. She slapped her hand down on it and >shouted "NO!" That was all her brother and I needed >to know and we started to yell at them. It escalated, >got physical and we were soon throwing punches. We >got as good as we gave. At that point their mother >appeared and broke up the fight. > >Now at that time it was absolutely forbidden for a boy >to hit a girl. It just wasn't done, so their mother >announced that my friend and I were getting a >spanking. She then took advantage of a parent's >privilege to spank first and ask questions later and >asked what the fight was about. We told her and the >girls then denied it again even more vehemently. The >smoking gun clue was still there, however, so I >pointed it out. The mother pulled the stack of ones >out and, sure enough, there was a $100 bill mixed in. >The girl lied and said that she was merely hiding her >cash from the other players so they wouldn't know how >much she had. Both her brother and I simultaneously >grumbled "Yeah, sure!" The mother had experience in >ferreting out her kids' lies and she soon had a >confession from the pair. She then announced that >they were getting spanked, too, for lying. I thought >that was pretty chicken - they should have gotten 3 >spankings, one each for cheating, fighting, and lying >- but I took what I could get. > >Their mom went to fetch a paddle. When she got back >she brandished the paddle and told all of us to take >off our pants and undies and line up in age order, >youngest first. My friend and I slowly pulled off our >jeans and underpants, and pulled down our T-shirts to >cover what we could. The girls were wearing britches, >popular at the time, called pedal pushers, colorful >cotton pants with legs that ended at the knee, >supposedly for riding a bike, hence the name. When >they pulled them off and then followed with their >panties their short blouses covered nothing, so I got >my anatomy lesson. We lined up according to age and I >had the dubious privilege of going first. I walked to >where their mother was sitting in a kitchen chair, >flopped down over her lap and raised my shirt up and >out of the way. She then paddled my bare bottom. As >spankings went that one was nothing special - I had >had worse - but I still cried, it <i>stung</i> as >usual. When she was done I stood up and did the >spanky dance showing off everything I had. Their >mother then spanked her kids the same as me and we all >did the dance. I was not all that embarrassed because >the girls got and did the same as me. When we >finished crying we got dressed and I went home and >tried my darndest not to flinch when I sat down to >dinner that evening. > >The next time I got spanked with a girl was when I was >in the fifth grade, so 11ish. Mine and two other >families went camping for a week at a campground near >a lake. Well, pond. At that time it was still >possible to find such a place where there was no one >else around so we had the place to ourselves. There >were five kids, 3 girls and 2 boys, all about the same >age. After waiting an hour after lunch (anyone here >remember that stupid rule?) we kids went swimming in >the pond. We stayed in until dinnertime. When we got >out it was still hot so we stayed in our swimming >suits through dinner. After dinner we goofed around >until it got dark. We kids were granted a treat and >not given a bedtime. Then the sun set and it got ><i>dark</i>. It also got cold but I kept my swim suit >on anyway because our parents built a roaring camp >fire and we sat around it roasting marshmallows. I >then learned that sitting around a fire with >practically no clothes on was not the best of ideas, >so after suffering a few spark burns I got dressed. > >Then the moon rose. It was a full moon, or close >enough, and it bathed the campground in an eerie alien >glow. One of the girls than announced that she wanted >to go swimming in the moonlight because that was >romantic. For the life of me I couldn't sense >anything romantic about swimming in the dark, moon or >no moon, but was intrigued by the unusual so I wanted >to do it, too. Our parents, all 6 of them, shouted >"NO" in unison. We, none of us, were going swimming >in a wild lake in the dark and that was that. No >discussion permitted. Get into your sleeping bags and >we'll see you in the morning. Now then, you were 11 >once, weren't you? If you really, really wanted to do >something that your parents forbid and you thought you >wouldn't get caught... Yeah, we did. We waited until >our parents were asleep - some snoring - and snuck off >down to the pond. We knew that our swimming suits >wouldn't dry by morning and wet suits would be a dead >giveaway, so we shucked them off and went skinny >dipping. The moon was out but it was still too dark >to see much. I could tell that the girls were, >indeed, girls, and that they were naked but there was >no activation of any pre-teen hormones, we just had >fun. Until... > >My mom was equipped with a passive sonar system that >the navy would budget big bucks for. Her auditory >complex never slept but continued to monitor the >ambient sound and if it sensed that her kid was making >noises indicating stress it woke her up to attend to >it. I swear she could hear a bat fart two states >over. Well, she heard us as we didn't think to keep >it down. She got up and made her way to the pond and >busted us but good. She was furious! She announced >that we were all getting a spanking that we would >remember until we were her age and beyond and that we >were getting it in the morning when the sun was up so >she could see our butts clearly to make sure they were >red enough before she quit. She then made us get >dressed and marched us back to camp. > >Usually I love breakfast camping. The smell of frying >bacon mixed with the piney woods is exquisite. Not >this time, though, because I knew what was going to >happen when we finished. We all picked at our food, >none of us hungry. Eventually the time came. My mom >announced what we had done and our parents thought >this was a big deal since it was a safety issue in >addition to blatant disobedience. Therefore, our >fathers were going to administer the belt. We were >told to get naked again. I got an eyeful as we were >selected, seemingly at random. First was one of the >girls who was told to approach a big tree, stand back >with feet spread, lean forward and brace herself on >the tree with her hands extended so that she couldn't >move without falling over. Her dad then took off his >belt, doubled it over and the spanking started. I >grimaced as there was a whoosh and then a splat as the >leather spanked her bare bottom. She let out a squeal >like a stuck pig, not that I've ever heard a stuck >pig, and started crying. She got 12 licks. I was >next. My dad wasn't wearing a belt so he asked to use >the one the girl's dad had used. I was told to assume >the same position at the same tree and OMG it hurt! I >screamed bloody murder. I cried my eyes out for the >next 3 spankings and couldn't see anything. When it >was finished and we were all rubbing our blazing butts >one of the girls asked if we could all go down to the >pond and let the cold water cool our behinds. Nice >idea but we were refused (It's <i>supposed</i> to >sting!). No swimming that day. So we got dressed. >Again, no embarrassment because of the nudity because >we were all in the same boat. The rest of the camping >trip was fun. > >There were a couple of more times when I got it with a >girl but they were nothing special, just drop your >pants and bend over affairs and this post is already >too long. Hope that answers your question. > >-Radovan

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