I Got A Bare Bottom Belt Spanking From Mom
It was a week after my 13th birthday that my stepmother caught me telling a lie. I lied to escape a spoon/spatula spanking and ended up getting the belt for the first time.
It was horrible because she told me to expect "a spanking you'll never forget" at bedtime and I had to wait hours dreading just how bad I was gonna get it.
At bedtime she sent me to my room to change into pj top and panties and wait some more. I was weeping in anticipation of the spoon or spatula and going across her lap to get my bare bottom spanked bright red...but she had nothing in her hands when she came into my bedroom and made me stand up.
"Please, " I tried, "I'm sorry. You don't have to spank me. I'll never lie again I promise!" I don't know why I bothered, but couldn't help myself. I had been thinking that I was a teenager! now and teenaged girls don't get spankings!?
"I'm too big for this," I whined, but tears were dripping down my blushing face and I had the familiar ugly tummy feeling of "I'm gonna get SPANKED!"...
She slid my panties down and off, then began scolding me about honesty and how I "needed" to be spanked until I couldn't sit down....Still, I didn't see a spoon or spatula...just the hand!? I hoped...
Until she assured me I was... "too big" ...... for a little paddling for telling a big lie....
And she began unbuckling her thick black leather belt !
What? NO? Please! What are you doing! I was holding my bare buns in total distress, whimpering "Not the belt!?" prancing in place as I saw the belt slither out of her jeans and watching her double it over...snapping it!
Then pointing it at my bed and ordering me to put my hands on the bed and stick my behind out for my first belt whipping 😱
It took a long time, because I kept jumping up and howling...rubbing..begging before being pushed back over...for the belt to burn hot bands of burning sting across my naked buns and when she whipped my thighs I'm sure the neighbors could hear my screaming...
That wasn't the end of my spoon or spatula spankings, I still got those often, but from then on for any serious offense I would cringe at the sound of her belt buckle clinking....and suffer a wicked whipping!
It was horrible because she told me to expect "a spanking you'll never forget" at bedtime and I had to wait hours dreading just how bad I was gonna get it.
At bedtime she sent me to my room to change into pj top and panties and wait some more. I was weeping in anticipation of the spoon or spatula and going across her lap to get my bare bottom spanked bright red...but she had nothing in her hands when she came into my bedroom and made me stand up.
"Please, " I tried, "I'm sorry. You don't have to spank me. I'll never lie again I promise!" I don't know why I bothered, but couldn't help myself. I had been thinking that I was a teenager! now and teenaged girls don't get spankings!?
"I'm too big for this," I whined, but tears were dripping down my blushing face and I had the familiar ugly tummy feeling of "I'm gonna get SPANKED!"...
She slid my panties down and off, then began scolding me about honesty and how I "needed" to be spanked until I couldn't sit down....Still, I didn't see a spoon or spatula...just the hand!? I hoped...
Until she assured me I was... "too big" ...... for a little paddling for telling a big lie....
And she began unbuckling her thick black leather belt !
What? NO? Please! What are you doing! I was holding my bare buns in total distress, whimpering "Not the belt!?" prancing in place as I saw the belt slither out of her jeans and watching her double it over...snapping it!
Then pointing it at my bed and ordering me to put my hands on the bed and stick my behind out for my first belt whipping 😱
It took a long time, because I kept jumping up and howling...rubbing..begging before being pushed back over...for the belt to burn hot bands of burning sting across my naked buns and when she whipped my thighs I'm sure the neighbors could hear my screaming...
That wasn't the end of my spoon or spatula spankings, I still got those often, but from then on for any serious offense I would cringe at the sound of her belt buckle clinking....and suffer a wicked whipping!
