Sunday's SpankingsLast Sunday we visited my Sister-in-law's family for brunch. When my husband and our two daughters and I came in their front room we were surprised to see Kim and Kent standing in two corners! Kim is 13 and Kent is 11 and they both were dressed in t-shirts and underpants - obviously in trouble.
My sister-in-law Carla explained her kids were supposed to help clean the house before our arrival but they'd ended up fussing and fighting so they had just been sentenced to wait in the corner to be spanked.
Kim and Kent were red-faced and teary-eyed, miserable that all of us had just walked in to see them cornered. I could see my girls smirking and staring at their cousins - and I admit those round little behinds in underpants and panties were cute - but I ushered the girls out, telling them to take our luggage upstairs and unpack.
I could tell the girls were disappointed, but under the circumstances then knew better than to disobey!
Carla invited me and Mick to sit down, promising "this won't take long" as she took a small wooden paddle out of a drawer. Kim was crying softly, face buried in the corner in shame but Kent started begging, "Please momma NO NO don't paddle ME! I'll be good I'll be good not the PADDLE!" as he looked back in fear.
Carla grabbed the boy and pulled him to a chair where she sat right in front of us. She began a short lecture and then yanked Kent's underpants down. He reached to cover his boy parts, wailing "NOoooo MAMA Noooo" but Carla turned him across her lap.
She smacked his firm white buns and thighs quick, not too hard but enough to leave bright pink marks and make the boy squeal and squirm. "Will" smack "you" smack "obey" smack "next" smack "time?" Carla scolded between SMACKS.
"Yessssssmomma yess mommma" Kent promised over and over and then his mom finished up his paddle spanking with a dozen HARD swats turning his behind dark red and making Kent kick and bawl "Wa WaaaWaaaaa"
Afterwards he did a jumping around dance, rubbing his hot fanny and sobbing. I could see Kim was mortified. She was already holding her own panty seat and when she saw her Mom coming for her Kim broke into desperate pleading, "Please Mom, not here! Take me to my room oh please please PLEASE not in front of them!" as she stared at me and Mick with wide eyes.
I knew how she felt, as I was raised with humiliating pants-down spankings in front of people, and she was covering her front parts even before her mom pulled her panties down.
Once over the lap, Kim's ripe naked rump stuck up and she clamped her thighs tight to avoid "showing" and sobbed one more time, "Don't let them watch! They can SEE ME!" but her mom started spanking in the same slow lecture way. Whack "Don't" smack "you" crack "ever" spank "act" whack "like" crack "that" smack "again!" spank!
Kim's whole behind was glowing and she was weeping deeply, "Y...ye...yesss ma'm!"
Then Carla let loose with the paddle and it CRACKED again and again, hard, steady, startling Kim into screeching OW OW OW NO STOP IT STINGS IT STINGS and the dam broke when Kim began waving her legs wildly and bawling like a 5-yr-old. She got a good 2 dozen whackers, leaving her plump buns and thighs quivering bright red.
Kimmy danced like her brother, throwing her hands back to rub her burning bottom and prancing around howling, no longer concerned about showing her little front patch she'd tired so hard to hide before.
And as both kids were dismissed to go back up stairs to their rooms, I glanced up and noticed my two step-girls perched on the top of the stairs where they had been spying! They saw me look and jumped and ran LOL.
What do you think happened next?