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I Gave My First Spanking

I am very close to some friends who asked me to take care of their two children while they attended to another family emergency. Jerry’s father was undergoing major heart surgery and he and Diane needed to go out of town to attend to Jerry’s mother and father while he had his surgery. They intended to be gone for about a week and didn’t want their children to miss school for that long and asked me to take care of their kids while they were gone.

I must admit it kinda through a crimp in my plans, but I understand how these things come up and said yes. Karl who is 15 and Miranda who is 16 moved in and things went along fine. They were helpful around the house and really were not much of a problem at all.

But then on Tuesday, they both brought home a note from school. It had to be signed and returned by the end of the week and basically said that they both had over 5 missing assignments. I got the feeling something was out of whack when they both, very sincerely, told me that this was not a big thing and that their parents would normally sign the cards and they would get the work in as soon as they could.

When Diane called me to say that everything was OK and that they would be home on Monday I told her about the notes from school and what the children had told me. To say the least, she went ballistic and when I handed the phone over to Karl and Miranda it was clear that they both understood that they were in deep trouble. Miranda with a very red face handed the phone back to me and Diane told me that this was serious and should not wait until they got home and would I punish them. I thought she would tell me to ground them but when she told me to spank them so they never would forget this I just gulped.

While I have been spanked plenty of times, I have never really given a spanking before. This was going to be a first for me and I was nervous as heck. I told Karl and Miranda that they were going to be spanked and both of them looked shocked. I told them to go into the living room and wait for me while I went to my bedroom.

I sat in my room thinking if I could really do this and finally built up enough courage to go through with it. I picked up my hairbrush and walked out to the living room to find both teenagers sitting on t he couch sulking.

I told them that they both were getting spanked for not doing their homework and that I was particularly upset that they lied to me and for that they were going to spanked extra hard and long. That really shocked them and Miranda started to sniffle.

I sat on the ottoman and told Miranda to come over. She tried to crawl across my lap, but I stopped her and asked if she wasn’t forgetting something. She looked scared and let out a series of pleas as I unfastened her jeans and pulled them down. But she was pleading, “Oh God no!” when I pulled down her panties and her face turned as red as bottom was going to be. Karl just stood there looking but she was clearly more scared than anything else at this point.

I put Miranda in position and raised the hairbrush as I took a deep breath. Them I smacked her butt as hard as I could. She immediately let out a terrible wail as her leg kicked up in the air and her arm came back to protect her backside. I pushed her arm into the small of her back and then started to smack her bottom and thighs while she kicked and wailed. I am not sure exactly how many spanks I gave her, but her butt was glowing and she was bawling hard and I was a little out of breath at the end.

I pushed her off my lap and then pulled her to the corner while she hopped from one foot to the other and told her not to rub or move or she would be over my lap again.

Then I grabbed Karl and hauled him to the ottoman. When I started to unfasten his jeans he started to resist by grabbing his belt so I could not pull his pants down. When I told him that he just doubled the length of the spanking he let go and started to cry as his jeans came down. When his briefs came down it was obvious that he was semi-erect and was very embarrassed and was pleading not to be spanked bare.

That didn’t have any effect on me and over my lap he went. Then he got a worse spanking than his sister and by the time he was done the tears and snot were running down his face as his bawling filled the room.

I put him against the wall and told Miranda that she could get dressed. During her spanking she had kicked off her jeans and panties which were lying on the floor. She grimaced as she pulled jeans over her very sore bottom and I told her to start on her missing work right away.

I let Karl stand there a while to settle down and told him to get dressed too. He had kicked his jeans and underwear off, along with one shoe, and was still crying as he put his clothes on. His backside was clearly much sorer than his sister, which is what I wanted.

While they worked on their missing homework, I went back to my room. I was shaking like a leaf and it took a while for me to settle down, but I had done it, I had given my first real spankings. For a while as I saw that they were sore sitting down I felt sorry for them and I had flashbacks to when I was spanked. But I also realized that spanking someone for real was not easy and was an emotional drain too. It gave me a much better appreciation for what my parents must have felt.

Actually, I think I let them off easy because when Jerry and Diane picked them up Karl told the both of them that they had an appointment with his belt for causing me so much trouble. Then I really felt sorry for them!
Marcette88 Marcette88
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2 Responses Sep 19, 2013

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Well written and yes our mum liked to make sure that eyes were wet and snot was running down our face before finishing our tanning. As a boy I tried not to cry, especially as I got older, but I could still not stop my eyes from watering or snot running down my face. It is these small details that put you ahead of many others writers. thank you for making your story so interesting.

well done - if there were more - time to move to a belt and make the session have more impact - you handled him fine - his arousal was shame for him - with his sister and you there.