Red Moon Rising M/f

[Gailg...@aol.com]

Disclaimer,  for adults only and honesty doesn't mean agreement.




     As a high school senior, 17 years old,  hanging out with my  girl friends at the part at night, I realized how different I was from them.  My three friends had been sipping beers but they didn't bother to offer any to me because they knew I wouldn't try it.
     None of them were being raised in a "spanking family" like mine,  at least they hadn't been over a lap since jr high anyways.  I don't think they "knew" I still was spanked but  they knew my parents were hella strict so they cut me some slack on drinking/smoking etc.
     But this night in the park we were getting ready to leave - I was designated driver - and some guys 50 yards away were hooting at us.  "Let's moon them and then run," my friends decided and they started dropping jeans and panties as I blushed.
     I never got the whole "mooning" thing.  Partly it just seemed juvenile, but mostly my own feelings towards baring my behind in front of people were extremely stressful compared to my friends' giggling five-second show of pale fanny flesh.

     For me,  baring my fanny in front of my stepmother, older stepbrother, younger step sister and my father was NOT a laughing matter.  "Bare bottom" meant spankings in our house and even through high school I was made to push my panties down for corporal punishment in front of the family.
     So while my friends thought it was funny to drop drawers in public the idea gave me the chills as it only brought fresh memories of  "bedtime discipline" in my house.  If one or more of us kids were in trouble  - a monthly occurance almost -  we would all be required to meet in the living room, dressed in pajama tops and underpants,  right before bed time.

     I remember waiting for the family meetings when it was my turn to "get it" and how dreadful it was to be told to "bring the paddle"  when I came downstairs to the living room where everyone was staring at me.
     From an early age I got the creeps at how my stepmom and stepbrother would smirk as they watched me pull my own panties down, showing front and back, before Father took me over his lap as I held the awful paddle (short, 3-inches wide, with holes in it).  Sometimes he would hand spank me first, then ask for the paddle, other times he'd take the paddle right away and lay into my bare buns.

     So when my friends delighted in displaying their butts,  I cringed knowing what it was like to display my nude backside while being paddled red hot and bawling and kicking, wiggling my ass like a  dog wagging it's tail right in front of my step family!

     "Get in!" I urged as my pals piled into my Father's car, squealing in fun,  while I blushed hot even though I hadn't lifted my skirt.....but somehow I knew...and  you can probably guess what happened.
     A local cop, parked in the shadows, wrote down my license plate number and my Father got "the call."

     The next  night, as I walked down the stairs in just panties and pj top, holding the spanking paddle in my hand,  I hated how much "fun" my friends had "mooning" and wished THEY could be facing my whole family about to take THEIR panties down for a blistering bare bottomed paddling - they had NO idea how much the wood stings and burns and makes me bawl like a baby while everyone watches my buns bounce red hot.

     And I hope my "friends" know how hard got it before I finally "told" on them because they were all, "Dang Gail, you got me grounded..."  "Yea  my mom yelled at me"   "Why did you wimp out and tell on us?"
    
     None of them know what it's REALLY like to take your panties down in front of people for a bad Red Moon Rising paddle spanking.

Gail






    
    

[Quixotoes]

You have a knack for knarrative, Gail. I enjoyed this story, kneedless to say.

Ted