I Was Spanked As A Teen

A Triple Tanning
People have asked me if my sisters and I were ever spanked together. We sure were! I have to say that it didn't happen too often, because Mom had to take out a considerable chunk of time to tan all three of us properly, but it did happen on some occasions. One such memorable spanking took place when I was sixteen, my sister Gretchen was fourteen, and our little sister Audrey was a budding twelve.
We had all just finished dinner, and Mom needed to go out to attend a meeting. We girls busied ourselves with cleaning up the dinner table and getting the dishes and pots ready for washing. I heard Mom start her car and then pull it out of the driveway.
Because of a circulatory condition, Mom had been advised by her doctor to drink one glass of wine at dinner, which she always did. There was some wine left in the bottom of her wine glass.
That's when Algernon, our black Labrador retriever, came trotting into the kitchen looking for a handout. I had the wine glass in my hand, and Algernon began to sniff it. I put the glass down to his level, and to my surprise he stuck his pink tongue into it and began to lap, stretching his tongue deep down into the glass. He shook his head for a moment and made a funny sound, then put his tongue back in.


"He likes it!" Gretchen laughed.
Audrey suggested, "Give him some more!"
I reached into the pantry and withdrew Mom's bottle of Merlot, which was not cheap by any means. I poured some into the wine glass and offered it to Algernon, who lapped it up quickly. He looked up at me and whimpered.
"He wants more!" Gretchen said.
"I don't know," I observed. "I think maybe that's enough."
"Just a little more," Audrey suggested.
I complied and freshened Algernon's glass. He lapped it all up, shook his head, and trotted off to the living room.
In a few minutes he was back in the kitchen, but this time he was walking sort of funny. Algernon's legs were a bit wobbly and he was less than sure-footed.
"He's drunk!" Audrey laughed. Gretchen and I laughed too.
"You turned him into a wino!" said Gretchen.
Algernon went back to the living room and lay down on the rug.
Then a car pulled up the driveway. It was Mom. Her meeting had been cancelled and we heard her fitting her key into the doorknob.
Algernon got up at the sound of Mom, and walked into the kitchen to greet her. But his gait was unsteady and suddenly he walked right into the wall.
Mom, who was a nurse, bent down to see what was wrong with him. The smell of wine on his breath was unmistakable.
"What have you three monkeys been up to?" Mom demanded. "Have you been feeding the dog my wine?"
We all looked down at the floor, unwilling to speak.
"Pamela Ann?" said Mom. "What happened here?"
"Uh..." I stammered. "We, uh...we gave him the rest of your wine from your glass."
"He looks like he's had more than that!" said Mom.
"Well," said Audrey, "He did have some more from the bottle too."
"I can't believe this!" Mom shouted. "Can't I leave you three alone for half an hour?"
"Sorry, Mom," Gretchen said weakly.
"I'll give you sorry!" said Mom. "You're all getting your heinies tanned for this!"
Audrey's eyes welled up with tears while Gretchen and I looked dejected at the news.
"Oh Mom, no!" wailed Audrey. She knew what one of Mom's tannings entailed--a good spanking on the bare bottom until we could not sit down, followed by a large soapsuds enema, and completed with one hour in the corner. Audrey was already crying at the prospect.
Gretchen spoke up. "Mom, why do you have to tan us? It was only a joke!"
"A joke, Gretchen?" said Mom. "Do you realize you could have gotten Algernon very sick, or even killed him? Not to mention feeding him my good wine! At the very least you should all be tanned for stealing! Let's see if you think it's so funny when you cross my garters!"
Mom continued, "Since you have school for the next two days, I will postpone your tannings until Friday afternoon, when I get home from work. Now," she concluded, "all of you get busy with your homework. After school on Friday you all have an appointment in the bathroom!" The big downstairs bathroom was where our spankings always took place, and we were all required to watch the girl getting it--but in this case it would be for all three of us.
Because we were unable to sit down for at least two or three days after a tanning, Mom was wise to postpone the dreaded event so we would be able to sit in class. But this postponement gave us two days to stew over it, knowing what was coming and dreading Friday afternoon. Mom said nothing about our executions for the next two days, and even said goodbye to us when we left the house to catch the school bus. Then Mom drove off to the hospital to begin her day shift.
Friday afternoon came all too quickly. We three girls sullenly filed off the bus and up the walk to encounter our fate. Mom was still at work.
"Well," I said once we were inside, "should we determine the order?"
"Yeah," said Gretchen. Audrey was sniffling.
We always drew cards to see who went first, second, and third to "cross the garters" as we called our spankings. Gretchen shuffled the pack of cards, then presented the pack to us. I drew the three of diamonds. Gretchen drew the king of clubs and Audrey pulled the ten of hearts. So Gretchen would be first, Audrey second, and I would get "last licks!"
"I guess I had better get out our friends," I sighed with resignation.
"Go ahead," Gretchen said.
"I don't want an enema!" Audrey wailed.
"Oh, shut up, Audrey!" snapped Gretchen. "None of us want this! Just take it and stop being such a baby!"
Our "friends" consisted of the big wooden hairbrush, the enema kit, clothespins for pinning up our skirts, and a jar of Vaseline. I took them out of the bathroom cupboard and put them on the vanity. Then we all sat sorrowfully on the living room couch and waited for Mom.
She drove up at about four. She saw us sitting there and said, "Well, let's get started with this. Have you girls eaten anything?"
"No, Mom," we all chorused. Mom knew it was important to tan us on an empty stomach because the crying, wailing and jumping around over her lap would tend to make a girl throw up.
"All of you, take off your shoes," Mom commanded, "and scoot to the bathroom!" We did that so no one would get hurt by a flying shoe while the spanking victim kicked wildly under the hairbrush.


Audrey and Gretchen were in knee socks, and I wore pantyhose. All three of us were dressed in our school skirts and blouses. We padded softly to the bathroom while Mom went to the kitchen to mix our enemas.


Audrey was still very upset. "I don't want to get my heinie tanned!" she blubbered.
"We're all in the same boat, Audrey," I said. "None of us are getting out of here without a roasted heinie, so just calm down, will you? You're making us nervous!"
I handed Gretchen the big brown hairbrush, because she was to be first.
Mom came in with a large glass pitcher filled with a milky concoction of warm water, soapsuds, baking soda and salt. She filled the red rubber enema bag with the mixture, closed off the valve and hung the ready enema high on the shower rod over the tub.


"Gretchen, come here," she said. Then Mom lifted up Gretch's skirt and half-slip and pinned them to the waistband of her skirt, then pulled down her white nylon panties to her black knee socks. Gretchen's behind was now bare and ready.
Before proceeding with Gretchen's spanking, Mom next pinned up Audrey's skirt and slip, then skinned down her little pink panties to her red knee socks. My turn came next, and she did the same, lowering my pantyhose and pulling down my panties over them.


Mom hitched up her white nurse's uniform to expose her girdle and gartered stockings before she sat down on the rim of the tub. She did not want to muss her dress when she spanked us and gave us enemas.
"Cross my garters, young lady!" she ordered Gretchen.
Gretchen went over Mom's lap and waited for the inevitable sentence. I'm sure she hoped the number of spanks would be tolerable.
"Now, Gretchen," Mom began, "can you tell me why you are getting your heinie tanned?"
"Because I helped to get Algernon drunk, and I might have killed him."
"Is that what you wanted to do?" asked Mom.
"No, Mom, it isn't."
"Your sentence," Mom intoned, "will be fifty paddywhacks." I hated that word, but it made us feel like naughty children.
"Which cheek do you want slapped first?" Mom asked. It was always a terrible choice for us to make!
"My left cheek, please," Gretchen requested, voice trembling.
With that, Gretchen's tanning began with five good spanks to her left buttock, and Gretchen counting them out, loud and clear. Then five spanks to her right cheek. Five more on the left, five more on the right. By the time Gretchen counted to fifteen, she broke down and cried. We could see her bare hind end turning a bright red.
Audrey was still sniffling at the sight of her older sister getting paddled. By the time Gretchen called out spank number fifty, her cheeks were deep red and puffed up. Then she had to say the humiliating formula, "Thank you for tanning my heinie!"
Now came the enema. Mom prised apart Gretchen's sore cheeks and dabbed her exposed pooper with the Vaseline, then stuck the nozzle in. For Gretchen and me Mom used a special barium nozzle that was bigger than the usual, while Audrey got the smaller tip that was normally used for enemas.
Gretchen panted and groaned as she filled up, Finally the complete bag had been emptied into her, and Mom squeezed the girl's cheeks together to hold the nozzle in place and keep the enema from leaking out.
"Now," Mom said, "what have you learned from this experience?"
Sobbing, Gretchen explained that she will not give Mom's good wine to the dog, and to be kind to animals, and to be more trustworthy when Mom was out. Then Mom pulled out the nozzle and told Gretchen to poo out her enema.
Shuffling with her panties down and a belly full of enema, Gretchen carefully presented her sore heinie to the hard toilet seat, and let out a yelp as the sat! The tanning had indeed hurt her.


When she was finished, Gretchen hobbled from the toilet and stood beside me to watch Audrey get the treatment.
I always hated to watch poor little Audrey collect her tanning and enema. At twelve she was all arms and legs and somewhat of a baby, but Mom treated her the same as she did us. Her sentence was the same--fifty spanks, well laid on her bare behind. As expected, Audrey began to cry from the first spank, and spent her entire tanning yowling and caterwauling, begging Mom to stop in between counting her own spanks. When she endured her enema, one would think she was being killed!


While Audrey was on the toilet, Mom cleaned and sterilized the barium nozzle so it could be used on me. Then it was my turn to cross the garters while Gretchen and Audrey, still sobbing from their own tannings, watched mine. And wow, did it hurt! By the time it was over, and my enema administered, my poor rear end was blazing hot and I could hardly sit on the toilet.
Now we were all marched to the living room, skirts up and panties down, to be put into separate corners for one full hour. No talking, no rubbing, hands at sides and noses in the corner.


At the end of a very long and tedious hour, Mom came in, unpinned our skirts, and told us to march upstairs to bed with our panties still down.
We looked in the bedroom mirror to examine our well-reddened heinies. They were equally red and sore to the touch so we avoided them when we eased ourselves out of our skirts and slips, shrugged off our blouses and bras, discarded our panties and hose and lay face-down on our beds wearing only our pajama tops. We all shared one large bedroom but each girl had her own bed.
In about an hour, Mom came up with a jar of cold cream to give our rumps first aid, then dusted our cheeks with medicated powder. She kissed us each in turn, and told us, "Remember, I tanned your heinies because I love you and care how you behave." Then all three of us cried ourselves to sleep. None of us wanted any dinner.
As predicted, we could not sit the next day or even the following day, and had to eat all our meals standing up at the kitchen counter. Algernon did his usual begging for scraps, and we did give him some--but no more wine!