Waiting at least an hour between eating and swimming turned out to be more rule than suggestion.
Throwing a SuperBowl party with a 9 inch television is a bratty thing to do on the best of days. But asking, "oh did you want to SEE the game?" pretty much guarantees that a spanking party is going to break out before halftime.
She knew the rules and realized that trouble would be coming her way when she broke them. He was out of town for another week though, so she had thought that trouble was at least that many days away. Oops!
Less than 30 seconds ago she was going about her business without a concern in the world. Then one little smart aleck comment and in a flash... here she was.
She couldn't believe her ears. The "have you learned your lesson" question should have been an easy one for her friend to answer. "Yes, sir"... pretty simple. Instead she said, "Yes, have you?"
Doesn't matter what clothing options they're faced with, spankers can always get down to the bare bottom... quickly.
Even though her feet and hands were firmly rendered useless... he still felt a little something more was needed to reduce any squirming.
His spanks weren't gentle by any means, but overall they weren't that bad. It was his rapid-fire never-ever pause pace that made going over his knee for discipline such a frightful experience.
She had been allowed to keep her shirt and even her socks on. That didn't do much to reduce the embarrassment of this punishment though.
Some would call this the "Over the Laptop" position... others might just say... that's hot!
She'd argued that she hadn't missed curfew. She was standing right outside the door and that was close enough to "being inside by 10."
We all know that people are the same where ever you go... there is good and bad in everyone... and we all know what needs to be done about that "bad" part.
She knew to keep her head up and her focus on what was being said as he spoke. Once the talking was over though and that belt made contact for the first time... her head would be buried into her hands.
He had said, "If you don't train hard for the upcoming fight, you'll get your butt beat."
She certainly had a flare for fashion. Taking the time to match her panties with his tie was a lovely touch. Not that Mr Spanker noticed such details. It was always spank-spank-spank and never "nice coordination!"
A playfully pleasant bottom warming... something with a bit more zing... an ouch filled spanking from the start... she never knew what she was gonna get.
Yes officer, I did hear about the first noise complaint... and as you can clearly see, I am spanking the culprit!
This wasn't her first spanking. Far from it. The pain of that first swat and the immediate instinct to make it stop always caught her off guard though.
Interesting how quickly a spanking motivates one from "I don't want to do the sweeping today" to... "Please, PLEASE let me do my chores!"
After her spanking was over she was told not to rub her bottom or there would be further consequences. He was busy spanking her friend though... so really... what were the chances he'd catch one quick rub?
To say she felt bad that about her friend getting spanked might have been stretching it a wee-bit.
Trying to excuse her tardiness with, "Geez, it was only 3 minutes" wasn't the best of strategies. Well, that is unless the strategy was to earn 3 minutes with the slipper.
It had been a long spanking and her bottom was sore. She was glad when it was seemingly over. Then he turned into Detective Columbo with his "just one more thing" routine... and as he rubbed and asked his question... she knew her spanking was not over just yet.
Call me "old man" little miss whippersnapper... how about I introduce you to the OTW postion (over the wheelchair).
His hand was not only hard and ouch-filled, but with it he covered every available spankable inch.
Even though it was a late December evening, things were still entirely too warm for her comfort.
Christmas was over and Santa's job was done. It was time for him to pick his present... and that meant a spanking for everyone.
Sometimes the pleasure is more in the giving than the receiving. :)
The tradition was opening a single gift on Christmas Eve, but usually she got to pick out which one. Why he insisted on picking it out this time was a mystery to her... at least until she opened it. Apparently the "Christmas Eve spanking" was the new tradition.
She'd hung the stockings with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.... and now she was wondering why?
As busy as things got this time of the year in the North Pole, Mrs Claus still needed to be kept in line.
Yes, she'd been naughty... and wouldn't argue that fact. But a bare bottom spanking? She had to wonder if Santa wasn't a touch naughty himself!
Giving Santa a swat with the paddle... playful or not... just 5 days before Christmas wasn't the wisest of ideas.
This had been a busy season for Santa and the naughty girls had begun to pile up, so...
Santa had made his list and he'd checked it twice... and he knew who was naughty and who was nice.
Just 8 days before Christmas and she still had nothing under the tree? That mean an early present had been earned.
Santa was a pretty relaxed and jolly fellow... so long as you left his cookies alone!
She was obviously familiar with what bratting was... what a warm-up was though, not so much.
She'd tried to sneak a peek at what was under the tree... a dozen days before Christmas... and all she found was a spanking.
Though she couldn't see her friend move, she could hear the "stay still" commands. She knew too that her friend could take a hard spanking and if she was struggling... ? She was not looking forward to taking the next turn.
It's a sure sign of trouble when your spanker says... "Hold on, I need to back up a few steps."
Shoplifting will get you spanked every time, young lady. You should have entered the contest on FetLife if you wanted free stuff (click HERE for details on how you can win free kinky gifts from FetLife).
The moment she saw the bathbrush come out, she knew this was a spanking that would live in infamy.
On such a lovely day, it just didn't seem right to march her back inside to deal with her naughtiness.
Yelling out, "that hurt!"... when that's sort of the point... doesn't exactly discourage a spanker.
You packed all these clothes and all I have to wear is the ridiculous sportcoat? Well, we'll see if I can find something red for you to wear!
Her spanking had started on her jeans, but that discount was short-lived.
She knew the rules and knew what would happen if she broke them. Yet, the fact that she was about to be spanked still surprised her.
Getting away for a little vacation excited her for two reasons... there would time and privacy for some spanking fun, and they could enjoy some alone time in the hot-tub. It wasn't until she climbed into the hot water that she realized that the spanking should have come last!
Sitting there with her pants and panties already down, paddle in hand... she didn't have to ask "for what" when told to wait.
Now she understood why he'd asked her to wear the checkered skirt today... and it wasn't because he thought it was cute!
After her spanking she was told to stand and think about what she'd done "for a while." Exactly how long "a while" would be wasn't made clear. But the early signs weren't exactly promising.
Getting spanked in this position would normally be extremely embarrassing for her. This time though, she couldn't stop wondering... why the heck did he make me keep my shoes on?
Having been spanked and put in the corner.... and promised more spanking to come... wasn't exactly the best position to be in. But maybe a little wiggle could change things?
They'd been told that they'd gotten in trouble together and thus would be "spanked together." Truth be told though, they'd assumed that meant they would each be taking a turn over her knee.
She thought trouble might be coming real soon, but was still hoping for the best. When she was told to, "Go get yourself ready for bed early tonight" though... she knew her fear was about to become reality. Once in her pajamas, there would be a talk, then a spanking and off to bed she'd be sent.
A pinch of this and a dash of that, mix it all together and you have yourself a lovely red bottom.
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She'd stayed online a little too late and missed her bedtime. Not the naughtiest of misdeeds and her punishment was a mild one... no computer today. But when she decided to 'quickly check Email' and ignore that punishment, things quickly escalated beyond mild.
After being scolded, she was usually sent to the corner to prepare for the spanking to come. She absolutely hated waiting though. Once it couldn't be avoided, it was better to just get it over with. Luckily this room had no open corners and that awful waiting thing would have to be skipped... or at least that's what she'd assumed.
It didn't feel very heavy and it really wasn't that big. In her hands it seemed harmless. In just a few minutes though, it would be taken out of her hands and then... then... it would be something to be reckoned with.
Guess it's actually Spankers... for the 27th time. Congratulations to the Yankees and their fans!
I think we have a bad signal... I keep hearing this thumping sound on my end.
With her spanking over it seemed safe to tease a little at her friend's plight. It got a bit less fun though when a second spanking was quickly promised.
The main thing required was to answer the phone and *take a message*. Despite that "take the message" part being explained several times though, it still wasn't happening. A new form of communication was clearly needed.
She had been warned that playing in the wild grass could cause a red outbreak on her skin.
She had to admit that she was solely to blame for the trouble she was in.
She certainly wanted to be a good girl and remain in place for the spanking she knew she'd earned. Those good intentions were quickly lost to pure instinct when that wicked old belt started landing though.
Feeling her panties tugged down... with such a harsh and ouch-filled implement already in hand... sent a shiver or dread from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.
Getting spanked and then sent to bed... how could she not feel just a little sorry for herself?
Getting spanked with the ping-pong paddle never hurt all that much after it was over. During though! ... that thin wood was nothing but pure evil sting.
By his watch they were 20 minutes late getting home, which meant they'd be late with their chores and late to bed. A punishment certainly was now owed and to ensure the evening wouldn't get even later... those punishment were given at the same time.
How things worked was pretty black and white. Break a rule... and there would be plenty of red.
The balanced owed was six strokes, and each was going to be memorable. Her focus right now was on her hands though, because each time she lifted them off of her knees... the cane stroke would be repeated.
Her scolding complete she was led to the corner and told to undress. She expected him to then walk into the bedroom to get the paddle out of the dresser. Instead though, he stayed. She could hear him shuffling and moving slightly. She wondered what he was doing. Maybe this would be a hand spanking? So... she turned her head to look.
She'd heard about how hard his hand spankings were before she went over his lap for the first time. The rumors weren't exactly true though. Yes, the spanking was hard. She'd never-ever argue that. But "hand" spanking wasn't the way to describe it. It was "hands" spanking, because he most certainly wasn't opposed to using his most unpleasant left hand.
The little bit of extra modesty that her thong afforded started to feel less and less worth the trouble the more he spanked... and pulled.
Her future is so bright she gotta wear shades. Her recent past on other hand... that's so naughty she gets to wear shades of red.
Though she'd got in her jammies and ready for bed on time, she'd fallen asleep in the chair... and thus missed her bedtime.
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The laundry was supposed to be done by the time he got home. When it wasn't, it made for a rather short chat about the importance of listening to instructions.
Spankings needed to hurt for a clean slate to be earned. Once that clean slate was earned though, it was time for hugs and cuddles.
Failing her geography test was bad enough. Forgetting where Florida is though? Well, at least she'd remember where her bottom is at!
The uniform code was awfully stringent. Red panties? Not going to sit comfortably in those!
Yes, she'd learned her lesson. There was no doubt about that. However, the fact that a lesson could never again be taught with that same paddle... well, that was just a wee-bit satisfying.
