My Last Bare Bottomed Spanking!Went for coffee at my sisters yesterday and we got reminiscing about things and both of us remember this particular spanking. It was years ago yet we recalled it as if it were yesterday although the memory of the heat in my bottom was like it had just happened! We had a great laugh about it though and she almost wet herself at my ‘accident’ which she had no idea about until now.
One of my worst spankings was at age 13, my sister Ria was 14 then and we both got into make-up and going out so schoolwork got left. At half term we get an exam and both of us fell into the bottom third of the class even though we were in different years and Dad went ape! He got our reports in the post before we went off to school so we got lectured before he went to work with the promise of a good spanking after we got back.
We went to a private school and it cost him a fortune so he was pretty unimpressed by our lack of progress, but because we had done well up to then he knew it was solely down to us and we were going to pay for it. We talked about it all the way to school, during lunch and then all the way back home knowing what was coming, would it be the slipper or would it just be a hand spank, knickers up or down, how long, how hard? Every permutation crossed our minds. Would we be allowed to change out of our uniforms or if dad wasn’t back from work could we get into jeans and t-shirt, we both hated getting spanked in our school stuff.
The answers soon came, thick and fast. Dad was home first and waiting for us with mum sitting perched on a stool to oversee things. We tried the apologies and promises to do much better but that was hopeless and we knew it would be, but you have to try it anyway!
Dad sent us off to our rooms to fetch one of our bedslippers so that answered one question and no, we had to be back in thirty seconds so no time to change so there we were standing in front of dad who sat on the arm of our sofa, a favourite place of his when giving us a spanking. Both of us clutched our little slippers in front of us while we got the reasons for our punishment and why it was going to be harsh. Ria started to cry which was unusual for her, maybe because she had all day to think about it and now it was here it was too much for her. She handed dad her slipper then he pulled her around to his side and bent her over his knee whipped up her skirt and swatted her on her knickers about a dozen times. She was howling like a baby when she got up.
My turn had come way too quickly and I handed over my slipper and over I went, always amazed at how easily he upended me, my skirt went up and my slipper bounced off my knickers. I was back on my feet in no time and rubbing eagerly on the two hot spots he had left on my bottom.
We both knew that couldn’t be the end of it and dad crooked his finger at Ria who stepped forward nervously. His hands vanished up her skirt and reappeared seconds later with her knickers, twanging them around her knees she went back over, skirt up and bare bottomed. His hand is massive and her backside went from red to claret in less than a minute, her legs waving around in mid air like a swimmer. Ria scrambled off his knee and danced like mad with both hands around her back and I suddenly leaked into my knickers, not a lot but enough for dad to see I had wet my pants.
Whether he saw that or not he whizzed them down and swept me off my feet, his hand warming my already hot bum for what seemed like ages. I think that was probably the last time he took our knickers down for it, not the last spankings though, that was at about 15 or so.
You can guess, we both ended up in the top third of class by the term end so he knew how to motivate us, we still did the make-up and dressing up thing, girls will be girls!