otkfme:Does this remind you of when your mother used to spank you? Want to relive that feeling? True
otkfme:Does this remind you of when your mother used to spank you? Want to relive that feeling? True story that I’m sure fed (or abetted my natural kinky proclivity): When I was eight or nine, my mother was called away on a family heath crisis, a neighbor who had two girls, one who I played with, offered to look after me while my mother was away.I don’t remember all the circumstances which led to the girl, Rachael, I was friendly with and myself getting spanked, but I think it had something to do with teasing or hurting her younger sister and making her cry and telling on us.We definitely made her mother really angry with us. We were called into the house. My friends mother took off her daughter’s dress and took off my pants. We. of course, were both crying as we knew what was coming (and the fact that a spanking was coming was announced was totally unnecessary).Now here is where this picture comes into focus. The Mother sits down and hikes her dress and petticoats out of the way, clearing and exposing her full lap, stocking tops and garter tabs, before calling Rachael over to her. She [Rachael] hesitates, forcing her mother to stand up and fetch her. She seizes her daughter by an arm and smacks her pantie bottom hard several times. She sits down again, clears her lap again and pulls down Rachael’s panties, before putting her across her knee; lecturing and spanking. Rachael blamed me for everything.She gives her daughter a really hard spanking (almost to the point that Rachael can’t cry anymore). She Pulls her daughter’s panties back up and puts her facing the wall.Then she seizes me, Sits down, pulls her garments out of the way and pulls my underwear down to my ankles. I’m secured, Held in such a way I can’t interfere with the spanking, and I find out why my friend cried so bitterly (and was willing to give a secret cure for cancer, if the spanking would just end).The spanking seemed to go on forever. And I was stood up in a similar state my friend was in. My under was picked up from the floor (I imagine) and the neighbor put them back on for me. I then joined my friend facing a wall (but a distance away).We stood there for hours I think, and her younger sister took full advantage of our present predicament, and only stopped her teasing after she was “asked”, If she would like to be the next naughty child facing a wall.We both were sent to bed early. That night I had the most “annoying” feeling in the front end of my pajamas, while I still felt a residual ‘stingy heat’ in the tail end. She never spanked me again. [thank god - or is it too bad]. -- source link