Spanking In The Garden

When I was eleven my house was located at an end of an alley. The house faced the street and the alley ran along the south end of the house. Across the alley and two doors down was my grandma's house. Her house faced another street with her back yard along the alley that our house was on. So we were pretty close neighbors. This was pretty good for my parents when they needed a baby sitter. My grandma is pretty nice most the time.

As far as I could tell her only flaw was her dang garden. Her backyard was fenced in. So to get through her yard you had to open a gate from the alley to her backyard and walk a ways to her house and go through anothe gate. So the problem was she didn't want anyone riding their bikes through her yard. Simple enough.

One of the games my friends and I like playing was tag on bikes. This one day I was riding like mad to get away from being tagged it. At one point the only escape route was through my grandma's backyard. So I crashed through the gate and in my hurry I ran over some of grandma's flowers. I do not know how, but my grandma came running out the back door as soon as I went through her flower garden. As I tried to get away through the gate by the house she was there. She reached out with one arm, as I tried riding by, and scooped me off the bike. She took hold of my ear and led me over to a swing that faced the garden. It was no never mind to her that my friends were watching this whole thing from the safety of the alley. I was horrified.

There was no doubt in my mind that my grandma was going to give me a spanking for hurting her flowers. I really didn't give much thought to the events except I was so embarassed to get a spanking from grandma while my friends were watching. This didn't phase my grandma at all. I went through her garden with them so I would get a spanking with them watching.

The first thing she did was to stand me in front of her and scold me for hurting her flowers. She kept up the scolding as she unsnapped my shorts and pushed them along with my panties to my knees. I know at this point my face must be apple red from embarassement. I was getting all teary eyed knowing my friends were watching. It was all too much for me. But my fears of being made fun of was short lived. Cause as soon as I was lifted in the air and laid across grandma's lap I no longer gave my friends any thought at all from then on. It was just her and me and I was begging and pleading for her not to spank me.

Which is when the first swat landed on my pale white bottom. I got a flurry of spanks that turned my bottom from white to pastel light pink to a darker pink, then on to a rasberry red on to an apple red. When she was done spanking me my bottom was reddish from hip to hip and from the crease of my legs to bottom on up to my upper cheeks. I was a babbling crying baby wanting her to stop spanking me. I was using all the polite words I could think of.

After she stopped spanking me she scolded me some more and banned my bike from being in her backyard. If my bike was found in the backyard in the future she would give me a ten minute spanking right there in the yard again. Being I lived a couple houses away there would be nowhere to hide. So I promised to never ride my bike in her yard again. I was saying all this with my shorts down around my ankles and my painties in the knee range. My bottom a blazing red on display for all my frineds to see.

Then my grandma let me go. I bent over grabbing my shorts and pulled them up as fast as I could. I know I gave my frineds a good show of my bottom. But I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could in case grandma changed her mind and wanted to give me a few more swats. I could have been a little more modest in bending over but time was a major factor. I didn't want to be exposed any longer than I needed to be. So with that I jumped on my bike and without sitting on the seat I peddled out the gate and into my backyard of safety.