The Second Time AroundIt was two years since I was spanked by my babysitter and I was still a little stunned that he actually did it (see pushed too far for reference), and I hadn't forgotten about how hard he spanked me nor that he just caught me up and spanked me raw, so thinking back, I guess my second go 'round with him was probably a little bit of me wanting him to spank me. I know that sounds a bit weird, but I now think I baited him into it.
I was the only one home one night and my parents just wanted him to come over and check in on me from time to time. I was beginning my really rebellious phase and thought I could get away with lots more than I really could. Thinking back, I wonder if I was really doing things, subconsciously, on purpose, to get spanked. Anyway, I had several friends over, a clear violation of the no one in the house while parents were away rule. I figured I would know when he was coming over because he always knocked before coming in. I locked the door so I would have to let him in and my friends knew they had to hide, it was perfect. We were having a great time, laughing, watching scary movies, nothing real serious, when he just appeared. Yea, like he was a ghost or something, he yelled for everyone to leave immediately, except for me. They all ran for the door, which was still locked, but they got it open and ran home, I assume that is where they went, anyway...Chris stared at me and I glared back, he had broken up my party, I was a little mad and a little bit confused as to how he had gotten in unnoticed. I demanded to know and he raised his eyebrows at me and said he heard the commotion, knocked on the door and when no one answered, he went around to the back, ooops, I had forgotten the back door.
I knew I was totally busted and immediately begged him to not tell my parents, after all, we weren't doing anything really wrong, just scary movies and such. He looked around and the living room was pretty messed up, he told me to clean the place up and he'd think about it. I have never cleaned a room so fast in my life and when I was done, he said he was giving me a choice. Either he would take me upstairs for a spanking or he'd call my parents, who would, I know, spank me harder. I remembered the earlier spanking and, I remembered just how hard he spanked, but I reasoned that he was mad then and he was much calmer now and, well, I was going to get spanked either way and, well...getting spanked by the boy next door seemed way cooler than getting it from dad, I have to admit that was probably the reason I told him to take me upstairs. Sigh.
He marched me upstairs and told me to sit on my bed, he left me there for, probably ten minutes, which seemed like hours, then returned with my father's leather belt. My eyes went wide and he looked down at me, obviously liking my reaction. He told me that if had done something like what I did, defying my parents, bringing in friends while my parents were out, he'd get at least 10 licks of the belt, he asked if I thought that was fair, I did not and said maybe 8, he said maybe 15 and I agreed 10 would work. He began to look uncomfortable a little and then he told me that his parents had a ritual to spanking him and he thought that is how spanking should be done. My stomach turned a little.
He took a deep breath and told me to ***** to my underwear and then face the corner. When I was down to my bra and panties and in the corner, it occurred to me that I was about to get a second spanking from Chris and that, suddenly, made me realize I was about to get a spanking. I don't know why it hadn't registered before, but it did now and my stomach turned over as I thought about it. He left me in the corner for half an hour, by that time, I was white from fear, but also a little curious. He ordered me out of the corner.
I stood in front of him as he sat on the bed, he asked me what I had done to deserve the spanking and I almost cried as I told him I was sorry for bringing in guests and lying to my parents about being home alone. That was when he lowered my panties to my ankles and told me to step out of them. I was about to die from embarrassment. I had already come to grips with being in bra and panties was no worse than my bikini at the beach, but almost nude, my face turned quite pink. He stood up and told me to bend over the edge of the bed, he even had a pillow there to push my bottom up. He adjusted me and he wasn't gentle about it. When he had me in the position he wanted, he folded the belt and brought it down hard with no further warning, I jumped from the sudden impact and he told me to get back down immediately. I did and he brought the second one down even harder, I jumped again and this time he said we were going to start over since those were obviously practice. I began to cry, he brought the new number one down hard and I held position.
Half way through I was sobbing and bottom was throbbing. I wanted badly to jump up and grab the belt from him, but stayed down as he brought down number 6 low, at the top of my thighs, I screamed and he brought down number seven and eight in rapid fire. I held position and number 9 caught me low on the bottom again. I screamed and begged him to stop, but he was unemotional as he brought the belt down for number 10. He hit the center of my bottom so hard that it pushed me forward on the bed. He grabbed my arm and stood me up, I was sobbing and it was hard to see him.
He asked if I had learned to obey the rules from now on and I was ready to agree to anything at that point. He told me to put my hands on my head and return to the corner. I did, and quickly. He sat on my bed, staring at me for quite some time, at least until I calmed down and stopped crying, although my bottom was pulsating with pain still.
When he released me from the corner, he was more sympathetic and told me I could rub. I did, not embarrassed to do so in front of him. He said he was going to stay until my parents got home and I was to take a shower and go to bed. He'd cover and tell my parents he got caught up in a movie and that is why he was still there. I didn't know what else to do, so I hugged him and then went to take my shower.
That was the last time he spanked me, since my parents thought I had been a good girl while they were gone, they said they trusted me to go without a babysitter from then on. I didn't correct them, I couldn't take another spanking like the one Chris gave me.