Spanked! On 10/17/2000

Well, it is official, I am apparently not too old to be spanked, In my house anyway. What happened? Well due to popular request, I decided to test my limits. Of about 30 emails recieved regarding my webpage, about 20 of them were people (whom had read the "about" section of this page) wondering what the chances were of me being spanked again. I had replied to the majority, telling them that chances were very slim of anything happening again, and the majority that replied argued that if I had been spanked that late into my teen years, and still receive swats that the chances are alot higher than I think. So I decided to test them, and even had a bet with one, and came up drastically wrong. I knew I had a strict mother, and I knew I had an old-fashioned God-fearing Catholic mother, but I never seriously thought I would be spanked again. Had I known this evenings end result previously I'm sure it was something I never would have challenged. Here's what happened :

I woke up this afternoon and received yet another email asking me that yet popular question, "Do you think you'll ever get spanked again?". I replied the same, "No, I would doubt it." and continued reading emails. I then came to another ladies' email and that is the one that put me over the edge, I decided it was time to test it. She bet me that if I did the same thing that had gotten me spanked last time, I would be spanked again. She was under the impression (as a parent herself) that if I had been spanked after turning 18 that there will be the chance I will be spanked again until I move out of my parent's house. So I responded, took the bet, and went on my way.

I figured that if there was a chance of being spanked again, that I was at a huge disadvantage because things haven't exactly be going great between myself and my mother lately. But I didn't think it would be an issue so I decided to press the point anyway and figured worse that could happen is yet another smack on the butt. So I contined surfing the web for awhile, having nothing better to do and too lazy to even change out of my flannel pajama pants. A few hours rolled by and it was dinnertime. I knew this was my chance. I walked downstairs, still clad in my flannel pants and a tshirt and sat down for dinner. Wearing pajama pants, and not being fully dressed after an hour of being awake in my house was something that was always frowned upon. "Someone apparently has no plans on going anywhere tonight," was the first comment out of my mother's mouth, and was in a rather firm and annoyed tone. I ignored it and began serving myself food. I got a snicker out of my younger sister (16), and a scowl from my mother. She always found it rude for someone to begin serving themselves food before the person who cooked it had a chance to take care of their plate. She let it slide tho, and didn't comment. The dinner continued and she tried to start a conversation with me, and get me in on her's and my sister's conversations but I just shrugged it off and ignored the questions or had smart answers.

We got through the dinner and it was time for dishes. One thing that always made my mother mad was when myself or my sister refused to dishes after we ate and she went to the trouble of cooking. I knew if there was ever a chance to push her over the edge it was now. I started with a lie, claiming I was feeling sick and didn't want to stand and do dishes. I knew she would see through it, and she did exactly that. She told me to go over to the sink and help my sister with dishes or I would be feeling something else in a minute. I knew I was going to fast and at that rate if anything were to occur, all I would get is a smack on the butt. I knew if there was a possibility of being spanked, (and I wanted to find out, after all the effort I had put into being the biggest brat I could) that I would have to take things a bit slower and make things a tad bit more harsh. A few smart remarks and a lie was not going to quite do it at my age. So I continued to complain about doing dishes, claiming there were other things I could be doing and even slipped in a few cuss words. My sister looked at me like I was crazy pushing my mom like this, and my mom was getting madder by the second.

Then the downward spiral occured. My mother yelled at me for cussing and told me to watch my mouth and that I should accept doing dishes like my sister does. I yelled in response, that my sister was 16, and I wasn't. I told her I was "too fucking old to be forced to do the damn dishes," and went to toss the plate I was drying on the counter, and missed (completely by accident, even I wouldn't have taken matters that far on purpose). The plate bounced of the counter, fell to the floor, and shattered in many many pieces. I looked up and saw the look on my mothers face and knew what was going to happen before it even happened. She stormed over to me, grabbed my wrist dragging me towards the kitchen table and said, "I know one thing you are apparently not too old for." and pulling a chair out from under the kitchen table, she sat down and yanked me over her knee.

At this point I was stunned, I had no intention of taking matters that far, but I had my answer. I wasn't over her knee long getting lectured when she started the spanking. Spank after spank landed on my butt, and after I struggled for a moment to get up she yanked my pajama pants down to my ankles and my boxers followed shortly down to my knees. At that point I stopped the struggle and laid over her lap taking the spanking. A part of me knew I deserved it, and the other part was afraid if I struggled to get up I might actually succeed and my sister already surprised by what was taking place, would get one more surprise. I could could see from my position over my mom's knee through her legs and mine to my sister's standing over by the sink. I saw her begin to walk towards the hall and out of the room to go upstairs and avoid the situation entirely until my mother yelled at her not to go anywhere. She told my sister to get her wooden baking spoon out of the drawer and bring it to her immediately. At this point my butt was on fire because it had been a non-stop onslaught of spanks since the beginning. I was beginning to cringe and gasp with every spank and didn't know how much longer I could take before I had to try and force myself off her lap. I then heard my sister tell my mom that she could not find the spoon, and my mother thinking she might be trying to do me a favor told her that if she was lying that she would be next. My sister then went back over to the drawer and then claimed once again she couldn't find the spoon. My mother, then realizing the only thing she was going to get to use was her hand, increased her already rapid and already strong spanks, to a speed and pain that I didn't think was possible.

After standing there for another 30 seconds or so while my mom continued lecturing me and spanking me, my sister asked if she could go upstairs. My mother answered no, that she would be done in a minute and then she would check to make sure the spoon wasn't there. After another minute or so of spanking my mother realized she wasn't going to get me to cry, and she also realized she wasn't going to get me to give in and beg her to stop either. So eventually she stopped, and leaving me over her knee she demanded I apologize for my behavior, which I did without hesitation. She then pulled up my boxers, and stood me up, leaving my pajama pants around my ankles to cope with. She stood up and went over to the drawer, while I bent over to pull up my pajama pants and looked to my sister.

She gave me the saddest look, and then mouthed "I'm sorry", and the sad look turned into the sweetest smile. I had a whole new respect for my sister at that point. I'm sure alot of it had to do with the fact she was 16 still, and knew what it felt like to be in the position, one she was probably in once every other month or so. I returned the smile and my mother turned from the drawer claiming we were both lucky, and that she couldn't find the spoon either. She then told us both to go up to our rooms, and that I should wait for her to come up after she finished cleaning up the broken plate.

Once we got up the staircase and in the upstairs hall, about to enter our respective rooms my sister grabbed my shoulder and lifted the bottom of her shirt to reveal the wooden spoon hidden in the side of her jeans. I looked to her in disbelief, and then grabbed her quickly for a hug and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek to thank her for going out on a limb for me. We then quickly went in our rooms before my mother came upstairs and I stood waiting for my mother to come up. After about five minutes she came upstairs and told me to sit on the bed. I was worried for a second that she may decide to find something else to spank me with, but quickly realized she wasn't going to take it any further than it had already gone. She lectured me on my attitude, disrespect, and many other things including lying about feeling sick to try and get out of dishes. After a lengthly lecture she sat on the bed next to me, gave me a quick hug, and told me that she was going to watch me extra close until I moved out to attend school in the spring.

So I sat for a second after she left, still somewhat stunned by the situation. Not only had I realized that it was still possible to be spanked, I also put myself in an unfortunate position where it will be that much easier to get spanked again before I leave for college. I sat and thought for awhile and then went over to the computer to take the picture at the top of the page. It had been quite awhile since I had been spanked when I took that picture, so it can't even touch on how bad the spanking actually was. The pain from the spanking had pretty much resided, although it was a little difficult to sit. Not to mention I'm sure you can tell from the picture the lighting was bad, when I went into my bathroom to take a look myself right before I took the picture, it was quite a few times redder than it is shown there.

And here I am now, writing this experience while it is still somewhat fresh in my mind.

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