Asking For ItWhen I was almost 13, my parents asked the girl down the street to watch my siblings and I for an evening out. Just before they were to leave, my youngest sister was messing with the dog and knocked a vase over in the hallway. By the time my parents were up the stairs, we were all looking in horror at the broken vase, I knew it was one of my mother's favorites. She was very angry and demanded to know who did it, no one confessed and, it wasn't until later, that I found out my sister had done it. When the babysitter arrived, my parents told her about the vase and, if she found out who had done it, she was to tell them right away and the person responsible would get a spanking when they got home. The babysitter, Shannon, said she understood and would ask.
Ok, now, I should tell you that Shannon was a goddess to me at the time. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and yes, had quite a crush on her. I went into my room as soon as my parents left and I started to think, then a wicked thought came into my head.
I waited until everyone was asleep and Shannon was downstairs watching television. I mustered up my courage and crept down the stairs. I walked up like I was feeling totally guilty and told Shannon that I wanted to talk to her. She turned off the television and told me to sit on the couch with her. I sat down and she asked what was wrong. I took a deep breath and asked if she could keep a secret, she said it depended on the secret. I took another deep breath and I told her I heard my parents say that whoever broke the vase would get a spanking when my parents got home and I was afraid. She looked sternly at me and asked straight out, did you break the vase? I didn't answer, I nodded my head yes, shyly. She lifted my chin and looked me right in the eye and said, was it an accident? Well, I didn't know, but I said, yes, I was running and slipped. She asked if I was allowed to run in the house and I said no. I felt quite a chill when I heard her say, then you deserve a spanking. I nodded and said I know, but that I was afraid my mother would be too harsh since it was her favorite vase and I was afraid.
She looked at me and I remember feeling very small, her beautiful face was now stern, like my mother's when she was angry, I felt my stomach turn over. She asked how my mother would spank for this and I said I would get the belt probably and she nodded again and asked if I thought I deserved the belt. I said yes, under my breath. Then, I asked the one thing I have never asked of anyone before, I asked if she would spank me instead of mom. Now, I thought she was going to explode, to scream, to send me to bed, but she didn't. She looked at me for a long time and then asked, what if I tell your mom anyway. I hadn't thought about that, so I shrugged. She looked at me for a long time again and then said she'd keep my secret, but that I might regret it. I sucked in my breath. She said I had to follow her orders exactly or she'd tell my mom anyway. I nodded and then said ok.
We have what some would call a mother-in-law house in the back of our house and she told me to go into it. I wondered if she knew that was where our more serious discipline took place, but didn't dare even tell her that. I went and sat on the couch we had out there. Shannon arrived 10 minutes later and I turned white. She had dad's leather belt in her hand, I gulped.
She asked me to stand up and I did, she asked me again if I had broken the vase and I lied again and told her I did, I began to wonder if she knew the truth, but she didn't say anything. She asked if I deserved a spanking for that and I took a deep breath and said that I did. She said that I was going to get a spanking like she used to get and it wasn't going to be easy. I began to lose my nerve, but looked at her. She faltered a little, maybe a little nervous at this point, but she told me to take my clothes off and stand in the corner. Up to this point, I had not considered that she would see me naked. I mean come on, this pretty girl, I was totally embarrassed and almost told her it was a mistake, but I knew she'd just spank me for lying so I turned around and took my clothes off so she wouldn't see my front. I covered myself and stood in the corner. She made me stand there for a long long long time, probably 5 minutes.
She asked me to turn around, which I did, covering up as best I could. She didn't change her ex
She picked up the belt and told me to get ready, I was to get 10 and I was to count each one. I gulped and she didn't give me any more warning, bringing the first stroke down hard and I squeaked one. She brought the belt down again and I said two, when I got to five, I was crying and totally embarrassed, my legs were sure to reveal what I didn't want her to see, she didn't care. She kept at it, Six, Seven, Eight. My bottom throbbed and I regretted my false confession. Nine! I put my head down and waited. TEN! Oh, that one almost threw me off the couch! I was sobbing when she grabbed my arm and stood me up, she gave me a hug and told me to kneel in the corner with my hands on my head, I wondered if this was really how she got it. I knelt and cried until she told me to come out. When I did, I didn't even try to hide myself and she pretended not to stare. She hugged me and asked if I had learned my lesson about running in the house, I told her I was so very sorry and that I would never do it again. She said she believed me and told me I could get dressed, which I did carefully.
When we were done, she escorted me back to the house and I asked if I could stay up a little longer. We sat on the couch talking about what had happened and she confessed that she got spankings too, up until a couple of years ago and that her step-dad always made her kneel in the corner. I don't know why, but I thanked her for spanking me like that and then I went to bed.
She was gone when I got up, mom and dad having come home late that night. I didn't say a word about what had happened and I still don't know if my parents knew. I got to my little sister and told her to keep her trap shut about the vase and she said she would, good thing she did or we'd both be back over that couch arm.
I saw Shannon later in the week and all she did was wink at me. She went off to college and never babysat for us again, but that night stuck with me. After all, she wasn't my last babysitter...
mountainlionbilly 18-21 4 Responses 4 Jun 3, 2013