I Still Get Spanked By Mom
When I moved in with my parents last year, it was with the understanding that I would be subject to all of their rules and discipline as I always had been growing up. I did not think it would be a problem, because I am 22 and college educated and I can keep out of trouble enough to avoid being disciplined by my parents, which in my family means getting spanked.
Ever since I can remember, spankings by my mom were commonplace. She was a stay at home mom and handled most of the daily discipline. With three kids close in age, there were a fair share of fights that ended with everyone over mom's knee in the living room. In front of each other, which was better than the next worst thing, which was when we got sent to our rooms for individual, bare bottom, hairbrush spankings from Mom. She would command whoever was to be spanked to go to their room and "Pull down your pants for me," meaning that she wanted the spankee bare bottomed, face down on their bed when she came in. She would come in, deliver a lecture, followed by a spanking with her large wooden hairbrush, used only for that purpose, and then pause for another lecture before finishing off with another hard spanking with that awful, square headed hairbrush. Just the sight of that thing makes me clench my cheeks. After a spanking from Mom, there was always a huge chore, something intended to punish: scrubbing the floor or bathroom with a toothbrush (while still sniffling and smarting from the spanking) and we were expected to get right up from our bed, pull up our pants, and get to the chore.
Dad spanked us for worse offenses, but that's another group. My parents spanked me until I moved out at 18 and they spanked my sister until she moved out at 20, so I knew that Mom and Dad would not hesitate to keep their word if I broke their rules.
At first when I moved back in with my parents, things were fine. I would get a little out of line occasionally (mostly coming in late), but not enough to warrant anything more than a talking to and a reminder from both my parents that I am not too old for them to spank. A few months ago, I came home, on time if just barely, and saw my mom's hairbrush on the front table. I know she or Dad put it there to remind me of what was coming if I pushed my luck. Shortly after that, I pushed my luck. I came home on time, but tipsy. Alcohol is a big no-no.
Fortunately for me, Dad was already asleep. Unfortunately, Mom still had the hairbrush out. When she gave me the command to go to my room and pull down my pants for her, it was like I was a kid again. I did not even think of resisting or arguing, I simply went to my room, took my pants and panties to my knees and waited for her to come in. She came in and stood there, lecturing, then began to spank me with the hairbrush. During her second lecture, Dad came in and said, "Let me finish this up, she needs the belt," while holding the dreaded leather object, but Mom shooed him out and finished up herself, doing quite a job with the hairbrush up and down my thighs as well as my bottom. Then she told me to pull up my pants and do the dishes. Not a horrible chore, but still not fun when you're 22 and just had a bare bottom spanking from your mom and narrowly escaped something worse from your dad.
Today my dad spanked and whipped me, and I feel like it gave me more perspective on how I feel about Mom spanking me. It doesn't bother me as much as getting spanked by Dad. It's definitely not as embarrassing, although it does make me feel more child like and humbled afterwards. But I can handle a spanking from my mom much more than my dad. I guess it really is a deterrent, because I will do anything to avoid what happened today. I'm still in the school's computer lab, avoiding home. Although not for long. Curfew is in less than an hour. I don't think I can look at Dad right now, and if he's wearing his belt when I get home, I think my knees will buckle. I never want to see that thing again.
Ever since I can remember, spankings by my mom were commonplace. She was a stay at home mom and handled most of the daily discipline. With three kids close in age, there were a fair share of fights that ended with everyone over mom's knee in the living room. In front of each other, which was better than the next worst thing, which was when we got sent to our rooms for individual, bare bottom, hairbrush spankings from Mom. She would command whoever was to be spanked to go to their room and "Pull down your pants for me," meaning that she wanted the spankee bare bottomed, face down on their bed when she came in. She would come in, deliver a lecture, followed by a spanking with her large wooden hairbrush, used only for that purpose, and then pause for another lecture before finishing off with another hard spanking with that awful, square headed hairbrush. Just the sight of that thing makes me clench my cheeks. After a spanking from Mom, there was always a huge chore, something intended to punish: scrubbing the floor or bathroom with a toothbrush (while still sniffling and smarting from the spanking) and we were expected to get right up from our bed, pull up our pants, and get to the chore.
Dad spanked us for worse offenses, but that's another group. My parents spanked me until I moved out at 18 and they spanked my sister until she moved out at 20, so I knew that Mom and Dad would not hesitate to keep their word if I broke their rules.
At first when I moved back in with my parents, things were fine. I would get a little out of line occasionally (mostly coming in late), but not enough to warrant anything more than a talking to and a reminder from both my parents that I am not too old for them to spank. A few months ago, I came home, on time if just barely, and saw my mom's hairbrush on the front table. I know she or Dad put it there to remind me of what was coming if I pushed my luck. Shortly after that, I pushed my luck. I came home on time, but tipsy. Alcohol is a big no-no.
Fortunately for me, Dad was already asleep. Unfortunately, Mom still had the hairbrush out. When she gave me the command to go to my room and pull down my pants for her, it was like I was a kid again. I did not even think of resisting or arguing, I simply went to my room, took my pants and panties to my knees and waited for her to come in. She came in and stood there, lecturing, then began to spank me with the hairbrush. During her second lecture, Dad came in and said, "Let me finish this up, she needs the belt," while holding the dreaded leather ob
Today my dad spanked and whipped me, and I feel like it gave me more perspective on how I feel about Mom spanking me. It doesn't bother me as much as getting spanked by Dad. It's definitely not as embarrassing, although it does make me feel more child like and humbled afterwards. But I can handle a spanking from my mom much more than my dad. I guess it really is a deterrent, because I will do anything to avoid what happened today. I'm still in the school's computer lab, avoiding home. Although not for long. Curfew is in less than an hour. I don't think I can look at Dad right now, and if he's wearing his belt when I get home, I think my knees will buckle. I never want to see that thing again.
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ChristianGirl89
Age:
22-25
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Female
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