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Subject: Re: Bare Bottom Spanking in the Living Room

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Date Posted: 07:40:05 03/19/25 Wed
In reply to: Alex 's message, "Re: Bare Bottom Spanking in the Living Room" on 17:38:01 03/18/25 Tue

Well Hon, yes they were. Daddy was and is still very protective of Momma and while he is normally a very patient man, He had very little tolerance for any of us sassing her. Me turning eighteen was like somebody flipped a switch in my brain. I went from being a kid who was still going to High School to instant adult. So even though legally I was an adult, I was still a Senior in High School and still being supported by my folks. She had told me to do something and I took a "you can't tell me what to do" attitude with her. Not that I was angry, I guess looking back I was pushing the limits and I started sassing back. I had just about pushed Momma to the limit and was probably going to get spanked by her when Daddy put his hand on my shoulder stopping me right there. He took me into the Living Room where he told me, "Baby Girl you are getting too big for your britches." I knew I was in for it and started begging to not get spanked, but he scolded me and told me to pull down my pants and get over his knee. My sibs Troy and Sami were watching TV in the Living Room at the time and were all eyes watching the drama unfold, which made it a lot more embarrassing. We had seen each other get spanked many times, but this time I was legally an adult, so that made it extra embarrassing for me. Also, since Daddy didn't spank that often, in fact the last time I remember getting spanked by him was a few years before that night. I hesitated to pull my pants down and he told me to pull them down or he'd do it for me. So I unfastened my jeans and quickly pulled them and my panties down and lay across his lap. I cried like a baby starting with the first swat. He normally only gave ten to twelve smacks when he spanked, but this time, I got about twenty. He set my butt on fire. When he finished, I quickly pulled my pants back up and ran to my room bawling. I took my pants off and pulled my panties down and looked in the mirror seeing how red my butt was. I lay in the bed rubbing my butt, feeling sorry for myself for I don't know, maybe an hour, then I heard a knock on my door. It was Daddy, he came in and sat on the bed beside me and we had a long talk. I sat up in the bed beside him and he put his arm around me and told me, "Baby Girl, I love you and this is always going to be your home for as long as you want to live here. But one thing I won't stand for is you disrespecting your Momma, do you understand me?" I told him I understood and snuggled up against him. He gave me one of his big bear hugs and kissed me on the top of the head. I cant even begin to describe how it felt at that moment. I broke down and started crying and apologized. After a while of holding me and rocking me. He let me up and said, "Come on, let's go get a little snack." I went with him into the kitchen and hugged Momma and apologized for acting like a brat.

That was the last time I got a spanking. I guess thinking back, yes, my folks had high standards for us. They were strict but not rigid. My mouth probably got me in more trouble than anything else. I could be a hard headed redneck girl who liked to get her way a little too much sometimes , who sometimes had the tendency to speak without thinking. The idea of "being a grown up" felt a little too good in my belly and I needed to be taken down an peg or two and shown I wasn't as grown up as I thought I was. It sounds corny as hell to say it, but I did a lot of growing up that night. Not that I still couldn't be a little head strong, but I stopped pushing the envelope. I ended up living at home until I got married.

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>Well Hon, yes they were. Daddy was and is still very >protective of Momma and while he is normally a very >patient man, He had very little tolerance for any of >us sassing her. Me turning eighteen was like somebody >flipped a switch in my brain. I went from being a kid >who was still going to High School to instant adult. >So even though legally I was an adult, I was still a >Senior in High School and still being supported by my >folks. She had told me to do something and I took a >"you can't tell me what to do" attitude with her. Not >that I was angry, I guess looking back I was pushing >the limits and I started sassing back. I had just >about pushed Momma to the limit and was probably going >to get spanked by her when Daddy put his hand on my >shoulder stopping me right there. He took me into the >Living Room where he told me, "Baby Girl you are >getting too big for your britches." I knew I was in >for it and started begging to not get spanked, but he >scolded me and told me to pull down my pants and get >over his knee. My sibs Troy and Sami were watching TV >in the Living Room at the time and were all eyes >watching the drama unfold, which made it a lot more >embarrassing. We had seen each other get spanked many >times, but this time I was legally an adult, so that >made it extra embarrassing for me. Also, since Daddy >didn't spank that often, in fact the last time I >remember getting spanked by him was a few years before >that night. I hesitated to pull my pants down and he >told me to pull them down or he'd do it for me. So I >unfastened my jeans and quickly pulled them and my >panties down and lay across his lap. I cried like a >baby starting with the first swat. He normally only >gave ten to twelve smacks when he spanked, but this >time, I got about twenty. He set my butt on fire. When >he finished, I quickly pulled my pants back up and ran >to my room bawling. I took my pants off and pulled my >panties down and looked in the mirror seeing how red >my butt was. I lay in the bed rubbing my butt, feeling >sorry for myself for I don't know, maybe an hour, then >I heard a knock on my door. It was Daddy, he came in >and sat on the bed beside me and we had a long talk. I >sat up in the bed beside him and he put his arm around >me and told me, "Baby Girl, I love you and this is >always going to be your home for as long as you want >to live here. But one thing I won't stand for is you >disrespecting your Momma, do you understand me?" I >told him I understood and snuggled up against him. He >gave me one of his big bear hugs and kissed me on the >top of the head. I cant even begin to describe how it >felt at that moment. I broke down and started crying >and apologized. After a while of holding me and >rocking me. He let me up and said, "Come on, let's go >get a little snack." I went with him into the kitchen >and hugged Momma and apologized for acting like a >brat. > >That was the last time I got a spanking. I guess >thinking back, yes, my folks had high standards for >us. They were strict but not rigid. My mouth probably >got me in more trouble than anything else. I could be >a hard headed redneck girl who liked to get her way a >little too much sometimes , who sometimes had the >tendency to speak without thinking. The idea of "being >a grown up" felt a little too good in my belly and I >needed to be taken down an peg or two and shown I >wasn't as grown up as I thought I was. It sounds corny >as hell to say it, but I did a lot of growing up that >night. Not that I still couldn't be a little head >strong, but I stopped pushing the envelope. I ended up >living at home until I got married.

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