Spanked Growing Up
Spanked growing up (MF/ff)
I could hear my younger sister behind me, but I couldn't see her because my face was in the corner. I didn't have to see to know Carrie was having her panties pulled down, she always whined about that. My own panties were still up, but not for long, as I waited in the corner in bra and panties for my own turn across Dad's knees.
We'd both been caught in a lie, Carrie and I, and we were about to pay the piper. Mom and Dad both spanked us routinely, but no matter how often I got it, every spanking was the worst. Mom's hair brushes were terrible, burning long ordeals, while Daddy's belt whippings were quicker but worse because the belt stung like bees all down everywhere, plus being bare-bottomed in front of him.
I wanted to cover my ears against the sounds of Carrie being punished behind me, but I knew the rules and kept my hands in front of me or on my own bottom for false security. I'd heard enough today as we'd waited two hours for Daddy to come home, listening for his car and the door and mom's report, knowing we'd both be strapped.
And I'd heard the words from mom's mouth..."spanking"...."bare bottom"..."in for the belt"....and now the pitiful sounds of Carrie going over the lap, begging, "Oh please don't strap me please don't strap me"....chilled my soul and made my behind itch.
Then the WHISK SNAP of the leather strap...and Carrie's loud scream filled my ears as her whipping began. Over and over, again and again, the leather whistled and slapped and poor Carrie was sobbing incoherently....she was always such a wuss about spankings.
Being older, I always tried to set an example, never begging for mercy or my panties, and trying my best to take the first dozen strokes or smacks with some dignity. Of course, I always ended up bawling and begging like a baby,..but still...
Carrie's whipping carried on, slow and steady with a whip smack and her howls....my own buns clenched under my panties, knowing I'd be whipped as long and hard as Carrie...if not more, as I was older and "should know better"....
Finally, Carrie's whipping ended...none too soon for me, in the corner, totally hyped by waiting so long and hearing my sister get it. Mom called to me and I turned around to watch Carrie dancing around the room, bare but for her little bra, as she screeched and clung to her buttocks like they were gold. But her butt was really, really red, streaked with thick red welts up and down her thighs and buns....my own thighs trembled.
I had to stand there for several minutes until Carrie calmed down enough to take my place in the corner, and I thought of running away, wished I'd never been born ...but mostly dreaded the strap.
My turn.....I had to stand there by where dad sat while he pulled my panties down. I didn't say a word, just closed my eyes and held my bare bottom. Then I was pulled over, butt up and face to the familiar carpet as he adjusted me and pulled my panties down further. I got a quick lecture then heard the whisk and felt the first lick of the leather across my bare bottom.
OWWWW! I thought but didn't say...just hissed and wiggled. Then the next and the next and the next strap licks stung my flesh and I moaned and kicked my heels... WHACK STRAP LICK! The strap tattooed my naked behind with devilish licks of fire and I moaned and forgot all about being half naked and my sister crying in the corner and thought only of my poor bare bottom being whipped.
WHACK WHISK SNAP! The strap bounced off my bare buns and I managed to hold out for 12 whacks before bawling....waaaaaaa.....I couldn't keep my mouth shut or my legs shut as the belt BIT me over and over.
I remember thinking.... I'd been waiting hours for this whipping..now it was happening! I was getting it! The burn, sting, pain was growing with each lick and I was beside myself, kicking my legs and bellowing "please stop too hard please stop" despite my resolve.
When the entire surface of my nude cheeks had been strapped into a flaming frenzy, I felt Dad's strap work down across my tender thighs and I gave up.....bawling like a baby...and worse, kicking my legs open enough to allow the tip of the belt to cut my inner thighs...this drove me crazy with sting and screaming....
When my whipping was eventually over, I tried to limit my spankng dance to a minute, not wanting them to see me half naked jumping around the room...I wasn't allowed to pull my panites up over my swollen bare behind...but I relished taking to the corner to hide my puff of pubic hair....
Fact or Fantasy? You decide......
Connie
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