Nosey neighbor F/f
Becky...@aol.com
For adults only and parents don't be gettn' any idears....
Of all the many girlhood spankings I got one I'll never forget was the
day after halloween when I was 13 years old. I didn't like Mrs. T, my next
door neighbor lady who was about 50 years old and a busibody and gossip. So on
Halloween my pal Tina and I soaped up Mrs. T' s car real good but as you can
guess, she caught us.
Mrs. T marched us to my door and told my parents and Tina was sent home
(I knew she'd get grounded) and Dad took me to my room while Mom talked with
Mrs. T. I knew I was in for a spanking and it got worse when Dad took his belt
off!
He made me take my cute devil costume off, and he pulled my tights down
and took me over his lap. But just as he was about to start strapping my bare
bottom, mom came in and stopped him.
I scrambled into some clothes as Mom assured Dad that, "Don't worry,
BeckyLynn is going to get her spanking. But I want her to wait until tommorrow
when I take her over to apologize to Mrs. T, then I'll spank her bare bottom
good and hard."
Oh shit! I started to argue, to beg, but Daddy still had the belt in his
hand and he just growled, "Good idea, and if Beck gives you any trouble I'll
give her the belt besides...."
Oh god it took forever to fall asleep as my fear of punishment grew. Mom
couldn't mean it....not a spanking in front of Mrs. T ! And mom had said
"bare bottom"...oh god that meant MY bare bottom and I couldn't stop thinking
about the show I'd put on for the bitch next door!
I did fall asleep I guess cuz mom woke me up the next day and gave me a
bowl of cereral I couldn't touch. Then she wouldn't let me change out of my
pajama top and pants, just got her wooden hairbrush and marched me next door !
I didn't see any people but could imagine the whole neighborhood seeing me,
mom and the hairbrush!
Mrs. T let us in with a big fake smile and took us to her livingroom. I
was scared stiff, face white, mouth dry and tummy queasy as the lady looked
right at me while Mom explained my punishment, "just like we discussed last
night."
Mom told me to go ahead and apologize, "I'm so...sorry, I apologize," I
stammered and Mrs. T nodded and said, "I accept your apology. I'm sorry too
Becky but you do deserve a good old fashioned spanking."
"Yes ma'm..." I was miserable and she was smirking at me.
Mom sat down and called me to her, I shuffled in a daze it was weird cuz
I knew the spanking routine well and always gave in but this was different in
a strange livingroom with this strange lady so I began begging softly,
ashamed but helpless, "Mom please please don't do this...take me home...spank me at
home..I'll take the belt anything just don't spank me HERE!"
I'd inched close enough for mom to reach out and pull me to her side,
then my pleas got louder, "NO, NO NOT MY PANTS MOM NOT IN FRONT OF HER!" But mom
muttered, "You should of thought about your pants last night," as she shucked
my pj pants down down down to my ankles.
My face flushed hot as one hand covered my front mound and one hand
covered my back mounds as I stood shaking for long enough for mom to say,
"BeckyLynn, you've embarrassed me and Mrs. T with rude, childish behavior. Now it's
your turn to be embarrassed with a childish pants-down spanking, right here,
right now."
Next thing I knew my face was near the carpet, my legs dangling off mom's
lap, my bare behind sticking up. "Please don't spank me...Ple...." WHAP
the hairbrush snapped on my bare skin and I tried to keep quiet but the spanks
kept coming.
Mom really knows how to spank, specially with her hairbrush, she held me
tight and landed crisp, loud, stinging spanks all over my behind and my sit
spot where I'd feel it next time I sat down.
WHAP SMACK CRACK soon I was hissing "OWW OOUCH" with each smack and
starting to wiggle my rapidly reddening buns, SMACK CRACK SPANK mom was relentless
and it only took a dozen whacks before I began crying and a few more before I
reached my hand back to protect my backside.
Mom just pinned my arm up, adjusted me and set to smack smack smacking
my bare bottom and thighs until I was on fire back there and begging at the top
of my lungs "STOP OH GOD MOMMY STOP IT BURNS IT BURNS" as I was kicking my
legs so vigorously my pj pants flew off my ankles and I knew Mrs. T could see
everything as my feet waved all around.
Another solid minute of blistering wood left me bawling, babbling like a
baby to "be good owwowow be good wawawawa"..... when Mom finally let me up
I humiliated myself with a good long spanking dance, holding my roasted rump
and sobbing with Mrs. T sitting right there nodding in approval.....
On the short trip back home some people DID see mom pulling me along,
hairbrush in her hand, me still rubbing the seat of my pj pants and my face
bright red with fresh tears....
Later that day I had to wash Mrs. T's car and I just know the old biddie
gossiped about my spanking to the whole neighborhood !
CrimsnKid6
[Spoiler Warning: This quotes and discusses the story.]
Intro:
>For adults only and parents don't be gettn' any idears....
Well, if they're reading this NG they've probably been exposed to this type
of "idear" already--unless they studiously avoid child-spanking and ageplay
stories, but in that case they wouldn't be reading in the first place.
<snip of nicely-done narrative>
Ending:
>On the short trip back home some people DID see mom pulling me along,
>hairbrush in her hand, me still rubbing the seat of my pj pants and my face
>
>bright red with fresh tears....
>
> Later that day I had to wash Mrs. T's car and I just know the old biddie
>gossiped about my spanking to the whole neighborhood !
I know that the girl would likely have been blushing out in public for the
next week, but curiously it's these types of childhood recollections (I'm not
sure if it's actually RL or not) that adults often find humorous in retrospect,
albeit usually in a wry way.
While the narrator was given a humiliating (if somewhat deserved)
punishment, her mother was probably making sure that the neighbor woman was
adequately placated to preclude her reporting the girls to the police.
While it was clearly embarrassing, it was undoubtedly better than dealing
with the juvenile authorities.
Good story--I could feel the girl's dread anticipation and her mortified
reluctance to cooperate with her discipline in front of the neighbor...
H.I.A.W.B.,
--C.K.(Crimson Kid)