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>I was about 7 years old, and we were home alone – >mom went shopping. It was in the summer, and we were >both getting ready to go into our pool. I put on my >bikini bathing suit, which really didn’t cover much. >I saw photos of me in it, and my lower butt cheeks >were always exposed. When I put it on, I would never >tie it. Mom would do it for me when it slipped and >came down in the back. > >This time was no different – I put the bikini on and >went to get my dad to go into the pool. Dad smiled >when he saw me because I really looked cute in it. >I’m sure he saw some tan lines on my white butt >cheeks. He said ok buddy, go out into the yard, but >don’t go in the pool until I come out. He needed to >change into his non-bikini swimsuit. > >I was pretty disobedient and didn’t listen, so I >went into the pool without his permission. When dad >came out he was shocked and mad, I got the look and >told to get out right now! I obeyed and walked over to >him. He grabbed me and roughly dried me off with the >towel he had. He said, you are really going to get it >now eddie – get into the house. I ran and waited for >him in the kitchen. He came in and escorted me into >his bedroom. We walked over to his side of the bed, >sat down, and pulled me over his lap. I tried to >resist, but it didn’t do any good. He bent me over >his lap, but my feet were still on the floor. He >wanted me over completely to spank me better, so he >pulled me across his lap so my feet were now dangling >in the air. My bikini got caught on his legs and >because it wasn’t tied, it slipped down in the front >AND BACK! It was about halfway down, but dad was >surprised! He stopped and looked as about ½ my butt >was now exposed. (The front was also down but my junk >was still covered.) This must have convinced him that >bare butt spanking was the way to go. He didn’t say >anything and when I felt his fingers on my butt and on >the waistband, I thought he was going to pull the >bikini up. No such luck – he pulled it down below my >cheeks and even rolled the waistband so it wouldn’t >move back up. > >I was so embarrassed and horrified! I was in shock! >I’m sure my butt was chalk– white and there were >brownish tan lines on the small of my back, and below >my blue bikini lines and cheeks. Now the white, brown, >and blue and going to be cherry red when this is over. >I really believe this wasn’t intended – just my >very bad luck! I said, I’m sorry daddy and he said, >it’s too late for I’m sorry eddie. Then he started >to smack my butt, slowly and hard. I think he did it >slowly because he wanted to see the redness on my butt >after each smack. It hurt like hell and my legs jerked >up with each smack. I tried to reduce the effect, so I >pulled my legs together to clench my butt cheeks for >some protection. It didn’t work – dad said that I >had to open my legs up or he would spank me until I >did, then spank me again for fighting him. > >I figured this was a lost cause so I obeyed and opened >my legs as wide as I could. Now I was a flying V over >his lap with the most sensitive part of my butt >exposed – the sit spot. (Dead center butt, right >over the bung hole.) He spanked me even harder now and >I started crying and wimped I’m sorry over and over >again. He told me to stop talking and stop crying. I >just dropped my head further down and kept thinking oh >God, oh God, oh God... as my butt felt like it was on >fire. I closed my eyes and went into a daze while dad >kept spanking me. I was crying and whimpering softly >because I didn’t want him to know I was still doing >it. It must have been at least a few minutes of >non-stop smacks by now. I couldn’t deal with it any >more, so I went limp and collapsed over his lap. Now I >was nice and soft, and the pain level increased a lot! >When he saw that I had enough, he stopped. He didn’t >have me get up right away, he must have been looking >at my butt to make sure it was red enough. I’m sure >it was because I couldn’t even move my legs any more. > >He pulled me up off his lap and had me stand in front >of him with my burned butt exposed, while he lectured >me. He said eddie you have to do what you are told, or >you will get spanked even more I said yes daddy I will >listen with tears running down my face. (Spanked boys >with blistered butts exposed are very cooperative!) He >turned me around, gently pulled my blue bikini up and >said, let’s go into the pool now. I was so happy >that I didn’t have to stand in the corner then go >into my room like when mom would spank me. I learned >dad’s spanking rules – no resisting, no talking, >and no crying. If I did I would just get spanked more >for doing it – just like I did today. > >We went into the pool and the cool water felt great on >my hot butt! Dad and I played, he hugged me, held me >and we had a great time. When mom came home, over >dinner dad told her he spanked me, but I’m a good >boy now. Dad said he wasn’t planning on pulling my >suit down, but when it came down he took it as a sign >that I needed a good spanking – and that’s what I >got. Mom looked pleased as she was very pro-spanking. >Later mom made sure she got a good look at my butt to >see the effects. Again, she looked really pleased with >dad’s handywork. Country folks love seeing a bad >boy’s spanked bottom. A few days later I told my >best friend about the spanking dad gave me. He was >impressed – again. I wish it was the last bare butt >spanking dad gave me, but no such luck. > >My first bare butt dad spanking was unintentional and >the result of a wardrobe malfunction. I remember every >second of it, and the planning that dad put into it. >I’m positive that before every smack he gave me he >considered how hard it was going to be, where it was >going to hit, if it was his palm or his fingers and >how red or black and blue my butt looked before he >stopped. All I can say is that when he finally stopped >every inch of my butt – center sit spot, left/right >cheeks, top and bottom from thighs to where my crack >starts in my back hurt evenly. That was not a >coincidence. > >This is a true story and I remember every minute like >it was yesterday. There were many more spankings so I >also remember the red end table that had a lamp and >digital clock on it that I would look at when he first >put me across his lap. I also remember patterns on the >brown carpet when I was looking down at the floor when >getting spanked before closing my eyes. I remember a >future spanking when the clock said 1:11 pm when he >put me in position and 1:26 pm when he let me up. (I >got for insulting our neighbor. Dad actually had me >show my spanked butt to my neighbor as proof when done >and apologize to him.) > >eddie

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