From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (MS DARIA LITTLE) Date: Tue, 20 Aug 1996 16:45:39, -0500 Subject: Memories This involves spanking and in some instances kids, please donít read if that doesnít interest you or you are under eighteen. This is a series of unrelated short memories from Childhood. This should be regarded as fiction, and the rambling of a confused mind. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ MEMORIES ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ GRADES I was in fifth grade when I got a report card with a few marks that were less than I had hoped for, so thinking my self the master forger I tried to improve them the easy way, I thought I had done a flawless job, well maybe a few of the changes were questionable but if Dad didnít look too close there wouldnít be a problem. I handed him the card while he was in the living room alone reading the paper, just before I was to go to bed, I was in my pajamas, he looked at it for a few seconds and ask if this was my card as I had gotten it from the teacher, I said ìit was,î and then looking me in the eye he said ìthatís odd, you have an B in math and Ms. Hurst called earlier today according to your mother, to express concern about you getting a D.î And with that I was hauled across his lap. ìDo you have anything you want to tell me?î he asked as I lay there, ìUh gee Dad Iím sorry but I really deserved a B.î And with that my PJ bottoms came down exposing my bare bottom. I knew that I was going to get a spanking and resolved to not make it worse by not telling the truth, so as he ask, I confessed to changing three grades on the card. ìDaria lying and cheating will not be tolerated,î he announced and proceeded to spank me as thoroughly and long as he ever had up to that point in my life. I was soon kicking and crying in a rhythm all of my own, and promising to never ever try and cheat again. He peppered my bottom with a steady stream of hard spanks that seemed to go on and on. That was my last act of forgery. BIRTHDAYS On most Birthdayís it was the custom to give birthday spankings to us kids, mostly these were teasing sorts of events with the main purpose to provide some amusement for the adults at the expense of the birthday kidís anxiety level. We kidís knew that it was in fun or we hoped it was, but if you got spanked at home and the adult acted serious, well you could never be sure, adults were hard to figure out some times. The practice that I most remember from those confused years was when a member of the family that was from out of town was there, generally for some unrelated reason, he or she would make the offer that if you wanted their present you would have to get a birthday spanking from them first, the uncertainty of a new person at least to you, giving you the spanking and the off hand comments prior to your decision ìOH, by the way birthday spankings are still given bare bottom arenít they? and you say she has been bad this year?î served to make the decision a difficult one, but always the desire to get the present and the hope that the talk was a bluff won out and we would agree to a birthday spanking, the spanking usually amounted to a few pats on the seat of our jeans and then to our relief we got our present. Usually but not always. My eleventh birthday was to be different. Cousin Cindy and her family were visiting and since her birthday was one week later than mine and we were the same age it was decided that our parties would be held at the same time, we both agreed after it was explained that we could go to Disneyland as part of the dual celebration. Her Dad took us and a few other kids of our choosing, to make a long story short the birthday girls ( Cindy and I ) were full of ourselves and acted like brats for most of the day, her Dad was a real sport and put up with our foolishness all day. That night after the friends we had invited were dropped at their houses, we went home to my house, since it was a work day my Dad was not home yet. The first indication we had that we were in trouble was when her Dad went to talk to Mom and after a short discussion we were both called into the room. Mom proceeded to ask some very specific and pointed questions of me while we all stood there regarding our behavior at the park. Finally she turned to Cindyís Dad and said ìI apologize for my daughterís behavior, and if you are going to spank Cindy, then I think Daria should get the same.î Before this could sink in he took each of us by the arm and we were led into the study, I remember my ears were burning with embarrassment. As soon as he shut the door Cindy started undoing her shorts, I looked at her and wondered if I should do the same, I just couldnít bring myself to look at him. Cindy stepped out of her shorts and waited, Daria get those shorts off her Father instructed in a firm voice and I complied. Figuring we were about to get a spanking I was going into a mental meltdown at the prospect of being spanked by Cindyís Dad, I just didnít know what to expect and the feeling of the unknown was very disconcerting. Then a surprise and the classic birthday choice, Cindyís Dad spoke ìOK girls your birthdayís, your choices, either a spanking or forget the presents that are from your parents. You choose your punishment.î Cindy and I looked at each other with out expression, she looked back at her Dad and said ìIíll take the spanking.î I wasnít so sure, family lore among us kids had her Dad painted as quite the spanker and I knew that his kids were careful to behave in his presence to avoid his spankings, what to do? I didnít want to get spanked but the thought of Cindy getting her presents and me having to be an outcast with none was surely not acceptable. I mused this over for a few nervous seconds while Cindy and her Dad looked at me with impatient expressions, Then I said it. ìI want my presentsî ( Quite the material girl donít you think?) ìYou choose the spanking then Daria?î he asked ìyesî I responded not looking at him. Less than a minute later I was across his knee with my panties being whisked down and his hand starting to warm my bottom. His reputation of being an effective spanker was in my opinion vastly underrated he had a way of bouncing his hand off the bottom cheeks in a sliding manner that caused more sting and less direct impact, that I was used to, however he did it, after the first five or so spanks you could have convinced me that he was using sand paper on my tender bottom. I yelped, I cried, I begged all to no avail he was determined to make a through job of my spanking and he did. And then it was Cindyís turn I was let up and found my way to the wall and stood there and watched through my tear filled eyes Cindy get her spanking. Across her Fatherís knee she lifted her stomach up slightly to let him remove her panties more easily and down they went. At this point I realized that mine were at my knees and I bent over and pulled them up, as I stood back up the first swat struck Cindyís bottom, she seemed to bounce on her Dadís knee as his hand struck. I was able to watch his manner of spanking from a more objective view point and saw that he used his hand to strike the bottom at the lower part of the fanny with a glancing swat that seemed to almost skid across the target. I wasnít so focused on Cindyís situation that I could describe it any better today but believe me it was effective from my point of view and I think were I to ask Cindy she would agree. Soon enough Cindy was crying and kicking her legs and doing all the usual silly things a young girl will do or say to end a spanking and as expected her Dad would end no spanking before itís time. The presents were great and we played with our Barbie houses and cars and beach sets for most of the evening until we were to tired to stay up any longer exhausted from Disneyland, the spanking and excitement of the gifts. It was wonderful, it was worth the spanking. I knew with out a doubt what my future birthday choices would be if I were faced with the same situation, as I lay in bed rubbing my bottom still feeling the sting and holding onto my new doll I soon fell asleep. LATE FOR LUNCH It was a week after the Birthday incident, that Mom spanked Cindy, my sister Bonnie and me one afternoon. Cindy had so much fun with us that her father agree to let her stay with us for another week that summer, we soon all settled into a comfortable routine and were having a great time playing with the other kids in the neighborhood, The only difficulty was that no matter how hard we tried we kept getting back to the house late for lunch at noon, at first Mom was good about it but by the third day she was annoyed and said so and suggested that maybe a spanking would help us remember, we giggled at this and promptly forgot the threat, next day we were late again and Mom made the same comment. The very next day we forgot all about the time and at 12:45 she finally tracked us down at Stevieís house, when his Mom came in to tell us we better get home quick, I could tell by her tone that my Mom had said something to indicate we might be in trouble. As we rounded the corner and saw our house there was Mom on the front doorstep with her arms crossed and an unhappy expression painted on her face, and in one hand she had a small paddle, that suggested the talking was over. We soon found ourselves in the kitchen lined up against and facing the counter with our shorts at our ankles. Mom said ìsince you young ladies donít seem to want to listen and only respond to spankings then weíll do this your way.î At her order we each placed our hands on the counter and waited Bonnie was crying as she always does before a spanking, my knees were weak but Cindy seemed as calm as if it were a walk in the park, I drew some courage from her and prepared for the paddling. Since I was at the end I was first, which I always prefer if Iím spanked with either Bonnie or my brother, it gets it over and I hate the waiting. Mom swatted me five times, and moved on to Cindy as I thought about the sting, she got her five and then it was Bonnies turn. Bonnie yelped through her five as if she were on the torture rack or something, she was such a ham. Then Mom came back to me and asked if I were going to be late again, No maíam I said good she responded now letís make sure and I got five more swats which had me crying, then Cindy got her five swats with the paddle and not a peep out of the girl, and of course Bonnie carried on as usual for her five swats. Immediately after the spanking we were hustled to kitchen table made to sit down on flaming bottoms and eat our sandwiches that had waited patiently for us until the spankings were over. At first we were quiet and didnít say much but soon Mom made a few kidding types of comments that lightened the mood and restored our morale, fifteen minutes later we stormed out the door to resume our play activities mindful to be more careful about the time. ( Note: If you read Cheer camp with Jill you may notice a similarity and now you know where I got the idea for the Cheer Camp Spankings, three girls lined up etc.) THIEVES I was feeling two major emotions at the same time I was super ticked at my younger eight year old brother and at the same time I was scared at what I knew was about to happen. To put it in a nutshell I was going to get a spanking and I considered it all his fault. Our noses were stuck in different corners of the room that was Dadís study and where the cause of justice for us kids was often settled. We didnít move our noses or utter a sound, we both knew the penalty for that. My brother was whimpering and crying softly as he generally did if he was in the corner prior to a spanking, I on the other hand being two years older was determined to maintain my dignity. We had been at a corner convenience store and he had decided to take a candy bar, as we wandered out he offered me some and not knowing how he got it I took a piece, at that moment the manager stopped us and we were hustled back into the store for an explanation and with chocolate on my face I didnít seem to be able to make a convincing argument either to the manager or Dad who soon arrived to pick up his swindling children. Dad soon entered and having given us all the lecture that he cared to on the way home he decided to get to work on the corrective action. I was first and was soon across his knee with my panties at my ankles and shorts on the floor and my ten year old butt about to be blistered. The spanking was every thing I expected and more for stealing, made all the worse for my innocence. My brother got it even worse I think dad suspected the truth about who was to blame any while feeling that I was at least an accomplice he spanked the main culprit till he was crying at the top of his criminal lungs. As I stood in the corner rubbing my tush I wished him every swat he received. My sweet brother had the decency to act embarrassed in my presence for the next two days and then with all the brainless forgetfulness of an eight year old bratty boy he resumed his natural sneaky habits. ( but I really loved him, really I did, you do believe me donít you?) SWIMMING PARTY I was fourteen at the time, it was summer and a number of the kids from the neighborhood were at our house with their parents. It hadnít been a good day for me I had a smart mouth most of the afternoon, I knew it but just couldnít stop. Finally I went too far and said something that stopped the party dead while every one looked at me, I sullenly looked at my Dad almost defiant. He walked to where I was near the diving board and took me by the ear, I was so embarrassed to be taken by the ear at fourteen, and with every one watching I was led to my bedroom that has a window near the pool, he sat in my student chair and pulled me across his lap. I felt him untie one side of my bikini bottom straps and then lean me away from him to untie the other side, he then pulled the part that covered my fanny down and as he did I still remember the small squeak the wet fabric made as it was tugged against the skin from between my legs and it flopped down, held in place only by the front part that I was still laying on. I could hear the other kids as clear as day, carrying on and having a good time right out side my window as I lay across his lap for a spanking. The first swat on my still damp bottom stung, and sounded too loud, the sting was still not too intense so I was able to concentrate on other things, and I noticed that the kids had quieted down and would be able to hear every swat of my spanking as clear as day. The spanking was a through one and I was crying and kicking my legs as it finished up, Dad reached between my legs and pulled the bottoms back up and tied them and let me back up. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day being too embarrassed to face my friends that afternoon.