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>Many times when I knew I was going to get spanked, I >would wait in my room, pacing or sitting on the edge >of my bed, dreading what was to come. I'd sometimes >pull my pants down and look at my bare butt and rub it >knowing in just a few minutes it was going to be all >red and feeling like it was on fire. This was rarely >ever a forced time out but more often me hiding out in >my room working up the courage to face the music. Many >times it was because I had gotten in trouble at school >resulting in a detention, paddling or just a note sent >home. Then I'd take a breath and take the note to >Momma. Other times I was sent to my room to wait for a >few minutes then would be called into the living room. > >Once I was in the living room or sometimes the >kitchen, Usually Momma (since she did most of the >spanking) and I would discuss what happened. I would >be able to see by the look on her face that I was >gonna get it. She would sit down with me standing in >front of her and continue the scolding/lecture telling >me how I know better than to do whatever it was I did >and at that point the tears were already starting to >fall because my fate was sealed. On teh occasions she >was going to spank with the hairbrush, she might be >holding it in her hand or it would be sitting on the >coffee table by her chair or if it was in the kitchen, >sitting on the kitchen table. I would often stare at >the hairbrush during the lecture. Once the lecture >part of the spanking was over, I'd be told to pull my >pants/panties down and bend over her knee. I'd be >crying by then as I slipped them down to my knees and >then would bend over. Sometimes she might still be >scolding me as I did that and sometimes as I eased my >panties down I'd be begging to not get the spanking. >Once I was in position, the spanking began. Momma >spanked hard and fast when she spanked by hand and a >little slower and more deliberate if she used the >hairbrush. Being a big baby when it came to spanking, >once the pain fully registered, I was usually bawling >like a baby by the third or fourth swat. Sometimes >Momma would continue to scold while the spanking >continued. Once it was over, I was allowed up on my >feet and could pull my pants back up when I was ready. >As a little girl I would usually stand and rub my butt >crying while she continued her lecture not really >caring that I was fully exposed. As I got into my >teens, I usually pulled my panties back up quickly and >rubbed my butt until she finished talking to me. Then >I went to my room to cry it out. > >Daddy was much similar to Momma when he spanked except >he only used his hand. He would also discuss with you >what happened then tell you to drop em and bend over. >Being a little more embarrassed and frankly more upset >because I was "Daddy's Baby Girl" I'd quickly strip >from waist to knees trying to not reveal too much and >then lay across his lap. With him, the spanking was >slow and deliberate. His big hand slapping my bare >butt hard. Feeling like a wooden paddle covered in >rough leather. He rarely spoke as he spanked >delivering ten to twelve hard smacks before letting me >up. As embarrassed as I usually was, It would >sometimes take me longer to pull my panties back up >because I was pretty much heartbroken that Daddy had >to spank me. Once I did I was allowed to go to my room >to cry. > >Whether it was Momma or Daddy I would usually be in my >room crying, sulking or whatever most times checking >my butt in the mirror to see the "damage" and about >twenty to thirty minutes after when the crying had >settled down to sniffles, there would be a knock at my >bedroom door. Whichever parent spanked me would come >to my room to sit down and just talk. No lectures no >fussing just talk. They would usually sit on the bed >beside me and arm around me or if I was still laying >down, would rub my back and would talk with me. During >the talk there was usually an apology from them for >having to spank me but telling me I knew better than >to do whatever I did. Which I usually agreed with them >on. Then there was often a change of subject which let >me know that the matter had been settled. At the end >of the discussion there was a hug and/or a kiss on the >head and more often than not, I'd be asked if I'd like >to join them to be with the family or watch tv, have a >snack or something, and while my butt still was >stinging from the spanking, more often than not, I was >ready to end my self-imposed exile and join them. >Normally a few hours after the spanking my butt no >longer hurt even though I might still "feel" it and >the redness was gone. With it the feelings of >self-pity went with it. There would usually be no >teasing from my brother or sister, because Momma and >Daddy did not tolerate teasing. If it did happen, the >one doing the teasing would be asked, "do you want a >spanking too?" that was usually enough to get an >apology and put an end to any thoughts of teasing. > >It didn't always go the way I just described of course >but that's how it typically went.

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