Moving In..

What can I say, we just moved into a new home and of course what is better than getting freshly spanked in a new territory? Not. I can't believe I managed to talk my parents into not spanking me for every detail in exchange if I make a big mistake it will be a painful and dreadful spanking.

We just got off the plane and supposedly because I did not sleep enough I smart mouthed the entire way (although I didn't see when). The rest of the ride was peaceful after my mother scolded me a few times for not sleeping enough and making her day hell. When we arrived we were all sent to grab our luggages from the belt way and return to our meeting point which we established. My mom was super cranky and began pulling my little brothers ear for not cooperating and messing around. I decided to steer clear of her because all I needed was trouble.
We finally went through the final resident check in the airport and I realized my passport was missing. Damn. I run back to check around and realize I left it in the compartment in the planes passenger seat. My damn stupidity left me helpless and I couldn't think of anything to do fast enough before my mom were to hurry us along. I had to give it up.
"Mom, I left my passport on the plane" My face twitched and my eyes in fear as I saw my mom theatrically sigh at me and began yelling loudly. She swore to me that i'd be in a lot of trouble tonight if I didn't find it.
I panicked and began running to the assistance area as she stood with my little brother and bigger brother waiting for me to return. I asked around 5 people and none of them could tell me a yes or no answer to how I could retrieve the passport. They made me write down my information and if found they would mail to me. Until then I would have to wait patiently and hope for the best. Their mocking smiles pumped blood through my veins making me fear the next conversation with my mom.
On the way back to the family I carefully told me mom that they will mail the passport to me once the plane is checked for any missing belongings. She looked at me and yelled at how irresponsible I was and turned to walk away towards the door. My brothers both stared at me giggling as I followed at their feet. I could feel my hairs standing up as we entered the car where my dad was driving.

The story was retold to my father and his howls led me to shut my ears to ignore all the comments. I knew I was going to get it tonight but the little hope I had prayed I'd get away with it. From the moment we got home I knew I was going to get spanked hard. I tumbled out of the car dropping everything from my purse and my mom looked down at me and pulled my ear to get my act together with before she has to spank me right in front of the new house. I didn't even get time to check the house out before i was being yelled to go inside pronto. I grabbed my luggages and stood silently in the kitchen trying to explain to my fuming dad that they will mail the passport and that this happens all the time!

My dad pulled open one of the boxes and took out a metal hanger. He dragged my arm to the unpacked couches and told me to take my pants off this moment. I quickly stepped out of my skinny jeans and he threw me over his knee and began spanking me with the hanger on my underwear. Each sting of the hanger led me to screaming out loud and he angrily yelled at me to shut up or he'll find the razor strop for tonight. I continued sobbing as he continued to hit me, each sting was unbearable. I danced in his lap until he told me to stand since I began kicking too much. He told me to grab my ankles and slid my underwear off almost ripping them in the process. he pulled his belt off and swatted me 15 times harshly with all his force until he decided it was finished and I could go stand in the corner half naked.

I cried my eyes off until my parents told me to go to my room and unpack. They didn't speak to me the rest of the night.