I Saw My Sister Get Spanked
My sister kept misbehaving in the car one day while we were driving home from somewhere. Eventually my mother had had enough and told her if she didn't start behaving herself right that instant, she was going to get a spanking.
Well, my sister just had to test her limits one more time and, sure enough, our mother told her, "that's it, young lady! You're going to be spanked when we get home!"
My sister suddenly grew very quiet and behaved herself for the rest of our drive home. She and I were in the back seat and looking over at her I could see the worry written in her eyes, as she looked imploringly at the back of Mommy's head in the front seat.
When Mommy promised one of us a spanking, she always kept her promise.
My sister was the strong-willed one. She was made of sterner stuff than I. But she feared our mother's spankings, too. Mommy knew how to make your bottom sting, a skill she learned, literally, at our grandmother's knee.
When we arrived, and walked up the front steps to our door, my sister had her hands covering the seat of her dress and was walking sideways looking up anxiously at our mother, who was following close behind. I tagged along last.
"I'm not going to swat you now," said Mommy in a gentle voice, clearly amused by my sister's defensive crab-walk. "When we get inside Mommy is going put you over her knee and give you a good, sound spanking on your little, bare, bottom."
Daddy unlocked the door and disappeared upstairs somewhere. I expected Mommy to march Sis up to her room for her spanking, which was how she usually spanked us. But for some reason, on this occasion she led Sis over to the living room sofa instead.
Mommy sat down on the edge of the sofa, holding her in place by both shoulders, and made Sis stand directly in front of her while she calmly scolded Sis for misbehaving in the car. Sis was teary-eyed but not crying, and she still had her hands pasted across the seat of her dress, undoubtedly thinking about what would soon happen to that part of her body.
Whenever Mommy prompted Sis for a response, Sis, on the verge of tears, said over and over that she was sorry and promised she would never be naughty again.
I watched from the other side of the room, expecting to be sent upstairs at any moment by Mommy. I wasn't hiding, but I wasn't drawing attention to myself either. Mommy seemed so intent on her conversation with Sis that she appeared not to notice my presence. I felt awful, but also felt driven to watch. I hoped Mommy would change her mind and give Sis another chance, although I'd never known Mommy to do that after she promised you a spanking.
When Mommy felt that Sis clearly understood why she would soon receive discipline, she steered Sis by her shoulders over to her right side and then laid Sis face down across her lap. Sis still had her hands pasted protectively across her rear as she looked back over her right shoulder and begged Mommy for another chance yet again.
Mommy didn't respond, but moved Sis's hands out of the way. "Let this be a lesson to you, dear. Next time when Mommy tells you to behave, you behave! Is that understood?" asked Mommy as she tucked Sis's dress and petticoat above her waist.
"P-please M-Mommy I'm sorry!" stammered my sister as Mommy tugged her little panties down almost to her knees.
I expected Mommy to begin spanking Sis at once. But instead, she continued to speak to her in a low tone. I couldn't make out the words. But at intervals Sis would answer Yes or No in a tremulous little voice.
I hoped maybe Mommy really was going to change her mind and just let Sis off with a warning, after giving her a good scare. Sis's little upturned buttocks looked so pale and sensitive... how could Mommy even bring herself to spank them?
Then, Mommy took a deep breath, tightened her hold across Sis's lower back, raised her right hand high, and began administering crisp, hard slaps across Sis's bottom. Sis cried out in pain with each of her first few slaps, and then gasped for air and began tearfully wailing with pain as Mommy continued give Sis's rapidly-reddening bottom firm, solid smacks.
Mommy remained remarkably calm as she judiciously carried out the punishment she had promised Sis back in the car. Mommy did spank in anger sometimes, but this wasn't one of those times. As her spanking continued, Sis cried ever more frantically until she was absolutely bawling across Mommy's lap, her flushed little face glistening with tears.
I kept hoping each slap would be Mommy's last, but she continued until Sis was a very soundly spanked little girl. I didn't think to count but I'd guess Mommy gave Sis close to two dozen hard smacks in quick succession across her bare, reddened backside. When you got spanked by Mommy... you got spanked!
Abruptly, Mommy stopped and pulled Sis's panties back on. Perhaps she'd decided that Sis had learned her lesson; or perhaps her palm was smarting too much to continue. Sis continued to bawl across Mommy's lap for a while longer. A minute passed, then Mommy stood Sis back on her feet to indicate that her spanking was over. At once, Sis dashed off to her room, still crying, with both hands clutching the seat of her dress as she disappeared up the stairs.
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Well, my sister just had to test her limits one more time and, sure enough, our mother told her, "that's it, young lady! You're going to be spanked when we get home!"
My sister suddenly grew very quiet and behaved herself for the rest of our drive home. She and I were in the back seat and looking over at her I could see the worry written in her eyes, as she looked imploringly at the back of Mommy's head in the front seat.
When Mommy promised one of us a spanking, she always kept her promise.
My sister was the strong-willed one. She was made of sterner stuff than I. But she feared our mother's spankings, too. Mommy knew how to make your bottom sting, a skill she learned, literally, at our grandmother's knee.
When we arrived, and walked up the front steps to our door, my sister had her hands covering the seat of her dress and was walking sideways looking up anxiously at our mother, who was following close behind. I tagged along last.
"I'm not going to swat you now," said Mommy in a gentle voice, clearly amused by my sister's defensive crab-walk. "When we get inside Mommy is going put you over her knee and give you a good, sound spanking on your little, bare, bottom."
Daddy unlocked the door and disappeared upstairs somewhere. I expected Mommy to march Sis up to her room for her spanking, which was how she usually spanked us. But for some reason, on this occasion she led Sis over to the living room sofa instead.
Mommy sat down on the edge of the sofa, holding her in place by both shoulders, and made Sis stand directly in front of her while she calmly scolded Sis for misbehaving in the car. Sis was teary-eyed but not crying, and she still had her hands pasted across the seat of her dress, undoubtedly thinking about what would soon happen to that part of her body.
Whenever Mommy prompted Sis for a response, Sis, on the verge of tears, said over and over that she was sorry and promised she would never be naughty again.
I watched from the other side of the room, expecting to be sent upstairs at any moment by Mommy. I wasn't hiding, but I wasn't drawing attention to myself either. Mommy seemed so intent on her conversation with Sis that she appeared not to notice my presence. I felt awful, but also felt driven to watch. I hoped Mommy would change her mind and give Sis another chance, although I'd never known Mommy to do that after she promised you a spanking.
When Mommy felt that Sis clearly understood why she would soon receive discipline, she steered Sis by her shoulders over to her right side and then laid Sis face down across her lap. Sis still had her hands pasted protectively across her rear as she looked back over her right shoulder and begged Mommy for another chance yet again.
Mommy didn't respond, but moved Sis's hands out of the way. "Let this be a lesson to you, dear. Next time when Mommy tells you to behave, you behave! Is that understood?" asked Mommy as she tucked Sis's dress and petticoat above her waist.
"P-please M-Mommy I'm sorry!" stammered my sister as Mommy tugged her little panties down almost to her knees.
I expected Mommy to begin spanking Sis at once. But instead, she continued to speak to her in a low tone. I couldn't make out the words. But at intervals Sis would answer Yes or No in a tremulous little voice.
I hoped maybe Mommy really was going to change her mind and just let Sis off with a warning, after giving her a good scare. Sis's little upturned buttocks looked so pale and sensitive... how could Mommy even bring herself to spank them?
Then, Mommy took a deep breath, tightened her hold across Sis's lower back, raised her right hand high, and began administering crisp, hard slaps across Sis's bottom. Sis cried out in pain with each of her first few slaps, and then gasped for air and began tearfully wailing with pain as Mommy continued give Sis's rapidly-reddening bottom firm, solid smacks.
Mommy remained remarkably calm as she judiciously carried out the punishment she had promised Sis back in the car. Mommy did spank in anger sometimes, but this wasn't one of those times. As her spanking continued, Sis cried ever more frantically until she was absolutely bawling across Mommy's lap, her flushed little face glistening with tears.
I kept hoping each slap would be Mommy's last, but she continued until Sis was a very soundly spanked little girl. I didn't think to count but I'd guess Mommy gave Sis close to two dozen hard smacks in quick succession across her bare, reddened backside. When you got spanked by Mommy... you got spanked!
Abruptly, Mommy stopped and pulled Sis's panties back on. Perhaps she'd decided that Sis had learned her lesson; or perhaps her palm was smarting too much to continue. Sis continued to bawl across Mommy's lap for a while longer. A minute passed, then Mommy stood Sis back on her feet to indicate that her spanking was over. At once, Sis dashed off to her room, still crying, with both hands clutching the seat of her dress as she disappeared up the stairs.
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