Monday, January 7, 2013
Dear Diary: Grounded Again
Part Three
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| Image from calstarspanking.com [The story began here: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/01/dear-diary-grounded-agaim.html]
Dear Diary:
I swear to God I'm never breaking the rules again as long as I live! My butt's on fire, I'm TOTALLY embarrassed, and I never wanna feel this way again. I was so sure they'd gotten to church and wouldn't be home for more than an hour. I waited like 15 minutes before I got dressed (it felt GREAT to have clothes on again!), then I went downstairs and got on the computer in the den like I'd planned. I logged onto my favorite chat page and started chatting with a good friend in the UK. About five minutes into the chat, I heard the front door being unlocked - OMG!!! I logged off real fast and tried to do a quick delete on the computer, but it was running slow, and the chat page wouldn't disappear from the screen! God, what a feeling of panic! I had no choice but to run for the stairs. I was halfway up when the door opened and I heard my mom shout, "GENEVIEVE ANNE WILSON! GET YOUR BOTTOM DOWNSTAIRS, NOW!!" GEEZ! My stomach was doing flips like you wouldn't believe! She only calls me that when she's REALLY mad; I don't think I've ever heard those three names together without a spanking following. I tiptoed down the steps, and when she saw that I had a t shirt and jeans on, she looked madder than I've ever seen her. My dad was shaking his head, and my little brothers were trying to cover their grins. They knew it was curtains for their big sister. It seems they'd turned around halfway to church when they realized Mom had left her offertory envelope behind. She's real anal about that; she can't just write a check or drop some money in the basket; she has to make sure it goes in inside that special envelope. I think it's so it gets counted for taxes or something. She grabbed me by the hand and led me over to the couch and told me to sit down. Then she started yelling at me about breaking the rules, being punished, and then breaking the rules again WHILE I was being punished. To tell you the truth, I felt pretty bad about it. My dad asked me what I was doing downstairs ... I thought about lying, but I knew my chat page was still up on the computer, and I'd be in even worse trouble if I lied. So I told him, and they both jut got real quiet for a minute. Then my mom said to Dad, "You deal with her. I've had it," and she walked out of the room. Dad said, "Are you supposed to be wearing street clothes, young lady?" I just shook my head. Then he said, "Well, get them off right now." I stood up and started to head for my room, but he caught me by the arm and said, "No. You'll take them off right here." I think my jaw must've dropped halfway to the floor! I was like, "Dad, please, I don't have my top on under my shirt." He asked if I was wearing a bra, and I said yes. Then he said, "That will do just fine." I turned red and started crying a little. All of us have had red bottom weekends before, but none of us ever had to strip downstairs! I hesitated, and Dad said "NOW!" in a real mad voice. With tears in my eyes, I pulled my t shirt over my head, and tried to cover my chest while I took down my jeans (impossible). Finally I was standing there in just my bra and panties, blushing redder than I've ever been in my whole life. My brothers were still in the room, and their eyes were as big as saucers! I've never felt so totally humiliated. Then it got worse. My dad sat on the couch and pulled me over his lap, and told Ben to go get the spanking brush from Mom. I just hung their miserably, begging him to spank me in my room. He answered by swatting my rear end really hard and telling me to be quiet. Ben came racing back and handed Dad the brush, then he and Tony sat on the floor across from the couch so they'd have a good view of the action. My dad called my mom to come back into the living room and have a seat. Then ... I can hardly write this, cause I'm so ashamed ... he yanked my panties all the way down to my knees! Oh my God!! Once my mom had gotten settled in her chair, he started a long lecture about me disobeying and how regular spankings in my room were obviously having no effect on me. All with me dangling over his knee with my bare bottom on display! I had no idea it was even possible to blush as much as I did. Then he tapped my rear end a few times with that nasty wooden brush, and... SWAT!!! Oh, God what a sting! It hurt so bad, I started squawking and kicking right away. I tried to reach back and protect my bottom, but he just caught my hand and held it tight behind my back. The spanking went on and on, and I screamed 'til I was hoarse. I'm telling you the truth; I've never felt pain like that before. He covered my whole bottom with the brush, and it felt like I'd sat on a hornet's nest or something! Then he moved down to the tops of my thighs, and holy CRAP that hurt! I was kicking like mad and struggling hard to get away, 'cause a wooden brush on your thighs is INSANELY painful. He just kept going, though, and eventually I wore myself out with all my kicking, struggling and screaming. I just lay there exhausted on his lap while the brush kept painting my bottom and thighs bright red. After what seemed like FOREVER, it finally stopped. I hung there sobbing like a baby, not even caring anymore that my brothers could see everything. He rubbed my back while I cried my eyes out, and he said that he expected me to obey all the family rules. Once I'd stopped sobbing enough to talk, I promised him I'd be a good girl from now on. He said that was good, 'cause if I didn't, I'd wind up in this same position, in this room and dressed this way as many times as it took me to learn! Then he helped me up and hugged me. My mom came over and hugged me, too, and I apologized for disobeying her. Even Tony and Ben came over, and we had a big family hug-fest. Then Dad helped me up, pulled my panties up over my scorched bottom (OW!!) and led me by the hand to the corner. I put my hands on my head (since I knew that was what he expected) and he said, "OK, honey. An hour in the corner, then you can go to your room for the rest of the day." I cried fresh tears at this news, but it's not like he was being unfair or anything. I know I was being a brat, getting dressed and using the computer and all while I was being punished. But let me tell you, spending an hour in the living room corner with a seriously sore butt (and not being allowed to rub) is an AWFUL experience, and like I said, I never wanna feel it again. So it's early afternoon, and I'm lying naked on my tummy. I couldn't WAIT to get my panties off; as soon as I closed my door, I peeled them down carefully and inspected the damage in the mirror. My entire butt and the tops of my thighs were a solid pink, and that was over an hour after the spanking! I must have been one insanely bright red when I was struggling over my dad's knee. I just pulled off my bra and flopped on the bed. I'm gonna do my best to follow the rules from now on, for real. I gotta go to sleep right now, though, 'cause I'm totally worn out. I know sitting this week in school's gonna be a total nightmare, but I guess it'll be a good being reminded that I don't want to get spanked again. Especially now that any spankings I get are gonna be on the bare in the living room! |
Dear Diary: Grounded Again
Part Two
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| Image from Girlsboardingschool.com [The story began here: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/01/dear-diary-grounded-agaim.html]
Dear Diary,
OH MY GOD!! It's Saturday night at 8:30 and I'm supposed to be in bed, but I just had to write first. I'm lying on my tummy again, and I haven't even pulled up my panties 'cause my butt burns too much. Red bottom weekends totally suck, and I bet I'm the only 16 year old in the country who has them! As if having to come down for breakfast, lunch and dinner yesterday in nothing but a sleeveless top and panties wasn't awful enough, Mom just spanked me again, and just as hard as last night! And I still have to get through tomorrow in my punishment outfit (that's what they call it) and get ANOTHER spanking before it's all over - all because of a lousy "curfew violation." I shouldn't even have a curfew at my age! God, I could strangle my insufferable little brothers! They smirked when I sat down and winced, then they just stared the whole time we were eating at every meal. And my parents didn't even stop them or say anything. It's soooo unfair! Don't my parents realize that a 16 year old girl shouldn't be on display for her brothers like that? Friggin twisted is what it is. When she came in tonight at 8:00 with the hairbrush, I begged her not to spank me again. I said I'd learned my lesson from the spankings she and Dad gave me last night, but she said I was a "repeat offender" about curfew and had to get spanked every night this weekend. "Repeat offender..." GEEZ! She makes it sound like I'm a friggin criminal or something!! So then I had to listen to MORE lecturing about how important it is to come home on time, how they worry if they don't know where I'm at, and so on. God! I'm almost 17! Most of my friends pretty much come and go as they please, but I get spanked four times in one weekend for coming home a lousy half-hour late! It's so totally unfair. Then she draped me over her lap again, which I hate cause it makes me feel like a little kid. She pulled my panties down (which I hate even more, for the same reason) and started spanking me with her hand. My butt was still real sensitive from last night's spankings, and I started making a noise right away. I know my dad and my brothers could hear everything, and I was super-embarrassed. After a LONG time, she stopped, and I was so relieved! But I only got a couple of seconds break before she started in with that horrible hairbrush, and I started howling right away! I'm sure the sounds of the wood smacking my butt and me screaming carried outside the house, but I was hurting too much to even care. (Now that I'm thinking about it, though, I'm mortified. Beckie, the 13-year-old next door got an earful, I'm sure, and she'll probably spread it around, the little twit.) So she finally stopped, and I was bawling 'cause it hurt so bad. She let me up, but I had to go stand in the corner in my room for ten minutes with my panties around my ankles and my hands on my head. (I think she's determined to make me feel like I'm six years old! Grrr!!!) It took about five minutes for me to stop sobbing, and after that the other five minutes just crawled by. It's so weird how corner time seems to take forever, even if it's just ten minutes. She came back and told me to pull up my panties and go to bed. I wasn't about to say no, cause my rear couldn't afford another trip over her lap just then! It was real painful pulling them up over my spanked bottom, though. As soon as she left, I closed my door, took them off, and lay down on my stomach, and that's where I am now. I don't have any of my electronics (another lovely part of a red-bottom weekend) so I can't even call anybody or go to any of my chat rooms. Not that I feel much like chatting right now. I just want this weekend to be over! Tomorrow the rest of the family's going to church, and I get to stay home (HA! They think that's a punishment too, but they're wrong. I'm very happy to miss church!) Once I know they're really gone, I'm gonna put on some clothes and go use the computer downstairs and see if I can find some friends to chat with. I'll set my watch alarm for a half hour, just to be on the safe side. By the time they all get back, I'll be back in my room in my underwear and they'll have no idea I was on the computer - so there!! But I do have to suffer through three more meals in this stupid punishment outfit, and I just know my Sunday night spanking's gonna be insufferable cause I'm so incredibly sore! God, I wish I wasn't born into a family that spanks. Or at least one that didn't make almost 17-year-old girls walk around in their underwear as punishment! I'll let you know how tomorrow goes. I wonder if I'm ever gonna be able to sit comfortably again! Love, Ginny
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Dear Diary: Grounded Agaim
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Dear Diary,
Well, here I am again. It's late Friday night (well, early Saturday morning, technically) and I'm lying on my stomach on the bed while I write, because it hurts too much so sit down!
Yeah, I got spanked again, and I'm restricted to my room all weekend except for the bathroom and meals. It's soooo unfair! I'm 16, and most of my girlfriends hardly even have a curfew on the weekends. Me, I lose track of time and I get grounded and spanked! I got home round 11:30 -- a half hour past curfew -- and just my luck, BOTH my parents were waiting up for me! They smelled beer on my breath (I only had one, for real) and they BOTH gave me a bare bottom spanking! Then they sentenced me to another "Red Bottom Weekend." (Grrr...)
The worst part of this punishment is what I'm wearing. I'm restricted to a sleeveless T and panties for the weekend. My loathsome little brothers are gonna have a field day tomorrow! (OK, I know I tease them a lot when they're punished too. They have to spend the weekend in just their tighty-whiteys, and it's really funny! But they're just kids -- 10 and 12 –- and nobody even blinks when little boys run around in their underwear. I tried to explain to my parents that it's different for 16-year-old girls, but they just don't get it.
On top of that, I've got two more spankings coming, one tomorrow night and one Sunday night. My butt's already sooooo sore, how am I gonna survive two more rounds with that horrible hairbrush?! Thank God my spankings happen in my room with the door closed, but you can hear the sounds of the hairbrush smacking my rear end -- and me screaming -- all through the house. It's soooo embarrassing! My spankings are scheduled for eight o'clock both nights, then I have to go straight to bed afterwards. Getting put to bed before my little brothers -- how humiliating!!
Well, I'm exhausted, my butt hurts, and I wanna go to sleep so I won't have to think about the rest of this awful weekend anymore. Sitting on those hard wooden seats at school after four spankings in a row is gonna be a nightmare -- NO! Stop thinking about it! Hey, it's my birthday next month, they won't still be able to spank me when I'm 17, will they? Isn't it illegal or something? If not, it should be. You're the only one I can tell about this; if my friends ever found out, I'd just die!
Love, Ginny
Friday, January 4, 2013
Embarrassd...
...to have her big bottom on display to everyone. The entire family is enjoying the view, and anxiously awaiting the inevitable drawing down of the panties! As usual when an offender's pants are taken down for a spanking, their owner loses them until the following day. As her aunt, uncle, and cousins are visiting (and it's only 10:00 am), this naughty young lady will have to endure a very embarrassing day in just her top and panties. After her 30 minute bare-bottom corner time, of course. ;)
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Gabby's Punishment Weekend, Part Two
(Continued from http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2012/12/gabbys-punishment-weekend.html)
For poor Gabrielle Maria Harper, corner time passed at the
all-too-familiar glacial pace. Painfully aware of the ridiculously juvenile
figure she cut in her too-small panties and camisole—nose to the corner and
hands on her head—her face and ears flared like a bowl of fresh raspberries.
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Dad and Rachel remained in the room, chatting amiably about
Rachel’s post-graduation plans as if Gabby weren’t even there. Mom remained in
the kitchen, but soon Gabby heard Sara come cheerfully down the stairs. The
“baby” of the family entered the family room, which was increasingly resembling
Grand Central Station in Gabby’s estimation.
Although it seemed like forever since she’d been ensconced
in the punishment corner like a naughty six-year-old, all too soon she heard
her mother bustling purposively into the family room.
“Come here, Gabrielle.”
Gabby turned around, grateful for the chance to drop her
arms from their uncomfortable position. She took in the room with dismay: Sara smiling,
lying on her belly on the rug with her chin in her hands. Rachel on the couch,
a flush of excitement on her cheeks. Dad in his easy chair, and Mom on the
armless chair she’d pulled in from the dining room. She beckoned her eldest
daughter with her finger; Gabby groaned and tiptoed over as slowly she dared.
Mom wasted no time in guiding her errant offspring over her
lap. Once she had her in position, she slowly peeled the tight panties off her
ample behind, all the way down her legs and off. Rachel was up in a flash;
following the family’s discipline protocol, she picked up the discarded garment
and went over to the wall where a wooden hairbrush (one that had never been
used on hair) hung it from a hook. She took down the implement, hung the
panties in its place, and delivered it to her mother. All this in clear view of
the young lady hanging over her mother’s lap, her face flaring ever hotter in
the extremity of her embarrassment.
“This young lady,” Mrs. Harper announced, patting her
daughter’s ample bare cheeks, “seems to think that just because she’s in
college, the rules no longer apply to her. This weekend will be devoted to
convincing her otherwise.”
Mrs. Harper then addressed Gabby, subjecting her daughter to
the traditional pre-spanking scolding/question-and-answer period while Gabby
lay helpless, her large bare bottom on display to the whole family. With each
passing moment, she felt another layer of her newfound adult sophistication
disappear. She looked up to her right for a moment and locked eyes with Rachel,
who shrugged as if to say, “Hey, I did my best to warn you!” Panning over to
Sara, she saw the sibling most often on the receiving end of Harper family
discipline these days, clearly happy to be in the audience for a change.
SMACK!!
The first swat quite an attention-getter. Gabby gasped and
arched her back in response to the shocking sting. It was barely ten seconds
before Gabby went into the maniacal kicking and squawking that typified her
spanking response. Her sisters shared a wink across the room; how mistaken big
sister had been to think she was too old for family discipline!
“Ow, ow, OW!!” Gabby shouted, her fists and feet pounding
the air in her rising desperation.
“You’re coloring up nicely,” Mrs. Harper observed without
slowing her pace in the least. “Almost ready for the brush.”
“NOOOO!!!!”
Sara giggled from her
place on the rug. The close-up view she was getting of her sister’s correction
was quite entertaining, especially given Gabby’s nonstop zoo noises. She noted
that the older girl was actually kicking and pounding with wilder abandon than
last time. A year away at college and the illusion of immunity, she thought
with an evil grin.
“Alright, looking good!” Mrs. Harper declared, delivering
one final, mighty swat to her eldest daughter’s uniformly hot-pink posterior.
“Time for a short corner cool-off before we bring the brush into the equation.”
Gabby groaned as she rose to her feet and grabbed her
inflamed cheeks. Mr. Harper nodded his approval of his wife’s handling of the
proceedings. In his view, flouting house rules and mouthing off could not be
tolerated without risking all domestic tranquility. Gabrielle’s boo-hoo-ing on
the way to the corner, her hands furiously rubbing at the sting in her behind,
convinced him they were well on their way toward nipping this little sophomoric
rebellion in the bud.
“That’s enough rubbing and dancing, now,” his wife commanded
their daughter after a few moments. “Hands on your head and stand still.”
Gabby sobbed out a pitiful “Yes, Ma’am” and forced herself
to stand motionless with her hands atop her head, despite the overwhelming
desire to put out the flames in her bare behind and dance in place. Ten more
minutes of corner time suffering before Mom brought things to a stunning
conclusion with the dreaded hairbrush. Gabby sobbed silently and awaited then
inevitable.
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