I Still Get My Bum Smacked
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The other week my friend Jessica and I went out together for the evening. Unfortunately quite a bit went wrong concerning our timekeeping and our travelling home and so we both arrived home really late. My mum was steaming mad. She said at least we might of rang in to see where we were . Anyway she was tired and had to go to bed as she had work the next day.
By the time I got up mum had gone to work but halfway through the morning I had a text from Jessica saying she was nursing a sore bum and was going to have to sit on it at work in the afternoon. I also had a text from mum saying she'd be late home from work.
In the early afternoon I had a phone call from Jessica's mum telling me to come round as she had something to talk to me about. I could guess from past experience is that most of the talking would be between her hand and my bottom. She did help bring me up and I did feel the weight of her right hand on my bottom quite a bit as a kid but the last time was when I was about 17 .
However I went round somewhat feeling the butterflies. It was a warm day so I had a miniskirt on and kneesocks. Mrs M greeted me very cheerily and gave me some tea and we had a nice chat but then the conversation turned ominous for my bottom. She said she had been in touch with my mum and as mum was going to be home late she had volunteered to do the required deed for her.
Anyway she then took me to a chair I was very familiar with and put me over her knee and for the next five minutes the room was filled with the sounds of her hand smacking my bum and my yells. She is a very good tennis player so she has a very strong right arm! Wow was my bum heated to boiling point! After she finished (it seemed like an age) she kept me over her knee to quieten me down and then I was put in the corner with a sizzling bum while she washed up. She also insisted on taking me home in the car afterwards as she was going out and sitting down with the seatbelt on was agony !
The one good thing about it was I had a really good evening with mum ( despite an understandable reluctance to sit down on my part which mum noticed with approval as a sign my bum had been well and truly dealt with! ) and I made her tea and we made up together . So in the end I was almost grateful to Mrs M for doing the deed as it meant mum and I could be close.
The other week my friend Jessica and I went out together for the evening. Unfortunately quite a bit went wrong concerning our timekeeping and our travelling home and so we both arrived home really late. My mum was steaming mad. She said at least we might of rang in to see where we were . Anyway she was tired and had to go to bed as she had work the next day.
By the time I got up mum had gone to work but halfway through the morning I had a text from Jessica saying she was nursing a sore bum and was going to have to sit on it at work in the afternoon. I also had a text from mum saying she'd be late home from work.
In the early afternoon I had a phone call from Jessica's mum telling me to come round as she had something to talk to me about. I could guess from past experience is that most of the talking would be between her hand and my bottom. She did help bring me up and I did feel the weight of her right hand on my bottom quite a bit as a kid but the last time was when I was about 17 .
However I went round somewhat feeling the butterflies. It was a warm day so I had a miniskirt on and kneesocks. Mrs M greeted me very cheerily and gave me some tea and we had a nice chat but then the conversation turned ominous for my bottom. She said she had been in touch with my mum and as mum was going to be home late she had volunteered to do the required deed for her.
Anyway she then took me to a chair I was very familiar with and put me over her knee and for the next five minutes the room was filled with the sounds of her hand smacking my bum and my yells. She is a very good tennis player so she has a very strong right arm! Wow was my bum heated to boiling point! After she finished (it seemed like an age) she kept me over her knee to quieten me down and then I was put in the corner with a sizzling bum while she washed up. She also insisted on taking me home in the car afterwards as she was going out and sitting down with the seatbelt on was agony !
The one good thing about it was I had a really good evening with mum ( despite an understandable reluctance to sit down on my part which mum noticed with approval as a sign my bum had been well and truly dealt with! ) and I made her tea and we made up together . So in the end I was almost grateful to Mrs M for doing the deed as it meant mum and I could be close.
