Curfew SpankingsAs a girl raised with corporal punishment one sure fire way to earn a spanking was to miss curfew.
My strict Christian parents held us (me and 2 sisters) to the letter of the law, so when the said "be home by ten, or else" we knew being one minute late meant the "or else" was a bare bottomed spanking, even as teenagers.
The thing I really hated about Curfew Spankings was that right when I realized I was not gonna make it home on time I KNEW as soon as I got home I was in for a spanking!
It was awful, riding my bike fast as I could, or running home, visions of Mom's hairbrush or Daddy's belt filling my mind :-(
A real bad one happened when I was 15 and riding with older friends from school. I thought I was All That hanging with girls who could drive and all. But when 10 o'clock came and I was saying "please take me home" they all laughed... and decided to drive-thru for french fries first.
I didn't know what to say!? I wanted to BEG them to drive me straight home so I wouldn't get spanked but I could not SAY that to them! I didn't want everyone knowing I was still being spanked at 15...
So while the other girls were laughing, talking, munching fries, I was in the back seat, petrified, counting the minutes past 10 pm and each block closer to home meant closer to having my panties pulled down for a bad spanking!
Worse, when we pulled up to my house, 20 minutes past 10, I saw my Aunt's car parked by our house. This can't be happening! My Aunt and Uncle and 12-yr-old cousin Jill were visiting!
My parents weren't shy about spanking us in front of relatives, no matter how "shy" I felt about such "public" punishments....
My friends drove away laughing as I walked, in tears, frustrated, scared, into the house to find everyone in the living room and it was worse than I imagined! Dad had put a chair in the middle of the living room and the belt was on it.....obviously my parents had been planning my spanking...while I had been praying for some miracle escape :-(
Mom started scolding me, making me take off my skirt, then drop my panties to my ankles for more lecture. In front of Aunty/Uncle and Jill it was shameful and I tried to blame my friends but Mom said "Next time tell them to get you home on time or you will be spanked.....see if they really are your friends?"
Uh....ya, like NEVER!....
Father sat down, took me over his lap and gave me a bare bottomed belt whipping I'll never forget. The burn, the sting, the shame, I was crying right away....wiggling.....pleading for him to STOPPP PLEASE IT STINGS!
But he kept slashing the belt until my whole fanny was on FIRE and I was kicking like mad, bawling and BEGGING OMG NO MORE WAAAWAAAA
I especially hated getting spanked like that in front of Jill cuz I knew later she would tease me about seeing me spanked and no fun being half-naked in front of my Uncle.
Before it was over, when Dad lashed my thighs, I kicked my panties off, so when he finally let me up I jumped around dancing and rubbing and howling in front of everyone...bare below the waist...GRRRR I HATE that part of being spanked!
You'd think I learned my lesson, but a few times after that I ended up rushing home, already late, horrified of the spanking I had coming....but I think that was the worst Curfew Spanking I ever got.