annoyingwizard:strictotk:You were told not to stare without my permission. Now I’m going t
annoyingwizard: strictotk: You were told not to stare without my permission. Now I’m going to whip you severely with the razor strap. Upstairs little man…. NOW !!!!! In 1958 my sister and myself lost are parents in an accident. As were our parent’s wishes, we were left in the care and guardianship of our grandmother [the closet living relative], our mother’s stepmother, who raised her. upon leaving the lawyer’s office, after the reading of the will and signing of guardianship papers, we left with our new *parent* to our new home. Being saddled with two teenagers [I was 13 and my sister was almost 16], grandmother felt it necessary to establish order [as soon as possible to avoid any misunderstandings and misapprehensions we may have] and go over the rules and prohibitions we were to follow while “we lived under her roof”; as soon as we arrived home [some of which was initiated on the ride home]. Her lecture was sprinkled with many, “do you understand(s)”, While paying close attention to our reaction and facial jesters, to judge how she was going to breach the subject and deliver her *bombshell* - How misbehavior and disobedience, as well as any sign or disrespect, Will be addressed in this house! Having sensed our insouciance and had enough of our smirks, that relayed boredom and told her, “let the old gal talk, we’ll do as we please”; she abruptly ended her talk. It seems to me, that you are the kind of children [we bristled at being referred to as *children*] that just talking to will do little good. So rather than waste my breath warning you; You make it necessary for me to give you a *sample* of what you will face, each and every time if choose to Defy me! Call it a *demonstration* of will! Follow me, she barked! We did as she said and wound up in her bedroom. She ordered us to stand in front of her, and took a seat on her vanity stool. She reached behind her and picked up a large, old fashion, solid wood, hairbrush, after rolling up the hem of her dress, exposing an expanse of nylon thigh. Her next words were commands and orders. You, young man will unbuckle and lower your pants! And you young lady, will raise and hold up your skirt! Our shock and hesitation caused her to assist us [and teach us the penalty for disobedience or any show of recalcitrance for that matter]! The two of us stood before her, now crying out of fright and apprehension of what was about to come down. But we stood there, at attention, as we were ordered. My sister was snatched first and practically thrown across her waiting lap, and easily secured. It was obvious, She had done this before. To the [ignored] shrieks and begging “not to”, my big sister’s panties were lowered. We were never spanked, so the seeing how and hearing how painful it was, I for one, as, [I’m sure my sister would concur] knew we never wanted this ever done again, as she [my sister] made heart felt pleas and promises to be a very *good girl*! By the time she was released her backside was *blotched* and a deep, deep shade of red [almost purple]. Stood up, she just wailed and *danced* around the room, rubbing her backside for all she was worth! And then, I was beckoned to occupy her now vacant lap. I begged and cried that I would be good, but she ignored all of my pleas as well, and was snatched and found myself just as secures as my big sister, and just as unable to prevent anything that was about to happen. My shorts were lowered and I was treated to the reason my sister made such a fuss! I was given a spanking that felt like I was being scalded, and it went on and on until Pain sent me to *another place*. When I was let up, I couldn’t even touch my damaged rear! I didn’t even care what I was showing and that I was so exposed. *Grandma* gave us both a stern, determined look. I hope THAT help make Myself Perfectly Clear! You will now both go to your rooms - Your day has ended! We both left her room, with a *sincere* conviction of; to never do anything to make her do this to either of us again! And went to bed - sleeping on our stomachs. Promises and convictions have a tendency to fall short of their goals. Unfortunately for us; Grandma Always Kept Her *Promise*! -- source link