Spanked For Jumping On FurnitureI was over at one of my good best friends house playing. The time was about third grade so I would have been eight or nine years old. I think closer to eight. It was Rhonda's house. She is two years older than me and comes up with the things we could do most the time. We were in the family room, which was in the ba
The house was a ranch type. Long and narrow. A couch and some chairs that faced the TV area divided the ba
What are you doing jumping up and down on my furniture? is what he said. Of course being of sound mind and body I said... You call this furniture. The fact is it was old stuff that used to be upstairs. But has been in the family room as long as I have known Rhonda. I didn't think that my stating that made a real difference. But it must have to Mr. Walters because he got all-tight lipped and came over and scooped me off the couch with one big swipe. He had grabbed me around the waste and tucked me under his arm like I was a sack of potatoes. Over to the footstool he went with me scared to death as to what he was going to do with me. I had visions that he was going to take me upstairs like this and through me out the door. I did realize that insulting his furniture was not a good thing.
The next moment I was laying across his lap face down. I know this position very well. In my house it is the spanking position. Although, this is never referred to as such in my house. I just came up with it now. No fooling. I was tightly held into place with Mr. Walter's left hand. I could fill that in all my jumping about my pants had gotten kind of bunched up tightly in my bottom. I could feel that my pants were tight and felt his hand resting on my bottom as he scolded me for jumping on his couch. That is how the springs could get broken is what he told me. The very next thing I felt after he said that was a swat to my sit spot. I instantly cried out. Then it was a constant spank to my bottom followed by me crying out. Tears were soon flowing down my cheeks. Even though Mr. Walters did not take my pants down it still was hard enough to sting. And also being spanked in front of Rhonda made it hurt even more. I had no idea that jumping on the furniture would get me a spanking. Then after my bottom was burning on both sides and mostly on the sitting down spots the spanking was over. For me at least.
When I was let up I went quickly to rubbing my bottom though my pants. I did a little walking around rubbing my bottom and trying to get control of my sniffling. It was a toss up between rubbing my bottom and wiping my eyes. My heart was beating like I had just run a race. As I was tending to myself I watched Mr. Walters grabbed Rhonda because she was running and jumping on the furniture, too. My stinging bottom didn't seem to sting so much as I watched Rhonda's dad takes her over his knee. But unlike me, Rhonda’s shorts came down. She was wearing these panties with colorful butterflies. The panties were a light pastel blue with bright colorful butterflies flying about. They formed perfectly around her bottom showing the divide between right cheek and left. The panties came down as well. Then I saw Rhonda’s smooth white bottom. I could easily see where her tanned legs stopped because her bathing suit covered and the white smooth leg joined the curve of her bare bottom. She was clenching her cheeks together as her dad pulled her over his lap. She tried to resist and in tugging trying to get away she was kind of bent over. Like you do when your playing tug of war. It didn’t help that her shorts and panties were down around her knees. Then her strength gave way and over his lap she went. And kicking and squirming this way and that as she got her spanking. I then saw how a tender white bottom could turn from pink to red, but mostly pink and maybe a darker pink. It was while she was getting her spanking from her dad that my stinging bottom kind stung a little. But the excitement of watching Rhonda get spanked had my full attention. Then her spanking was over and she was let up to do the spanking dance. And could she ever hop about crying and carrying on so.
Mr. Walters scolded both of us for treating the furniture in such a way and making such a racket that no could even think. I was expecting him to order me to go home. But he instead just said he didn't want to hear any more ruckus down here or he would be back. And he looked at me and said and your next spanking will be a bare behind spanking. Then I will march you over to your house to let your mother know what has been gong on. Understand? And I truly did understand. I was half crazed that he would do that now. My mom was not one to take my side when I have been naughty. No doubt if I was told on about disrespecting the furniture she would give me a spanking I wouldn't forget soon.
After Mr. Walter went back up stairs Rhonda and I expected each other's ouches. It was agreed that Rhonda got the worst of it. But I was so excited yet from seeing her get spanked. I would think about it for weeks to come. It wasn't like we haven't been spanked together. The other spankings we got together were by her mom. I wasn't like in a position to be watching all the details of her getting a spanking at that time. The thing that I was thinking of was how could I get this to happen again.