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! |
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