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Worst spanking ever - true story

Worst spanking ever - true story

Having thought that since the last time my mom spanked me when I was younger that I was too old for spankings, that is just not the case. This story happens to take place close to six years ago. Its important to note that no one in my family gave me this paddling. It was someone who happened to live nearby (not in my neighborhood) who came over to my house and gave me this obviously deserved paddling. I guess I should say obviously deserved bottom scorching haha.

Anyway I used to have a real problem with not being able to watch my language and cussed a lot. Still cuss sometimes but nowhere near as badly as I did. My main problem was too many stupid drivers on the road and I used to be a real speed demon. I guess aging a few years has slowed me down a little bit, but I do tend to get upset with stupid drivers once in a while, but like I said nowhere near as badly as I did. I guess as badly as it scorched my bottom it was a pretty effective spanking.

It started out as just two people talking, you know those random events in life where something just starts and then snowballs. I forget where I was, had to be out somewhere, but I got into a conversation with someone and one thing led to another. Somehow we got to talking about spanking, and how we got on that subject but like I said it just happens to be one of those times when things just snowball. Next thing I know he asks me when my last spanking was, and I told him about five years before when I got a bare bottom hand spanking for running late all the time. That was an effective spanking also because now I hate being late for anything.

Anyway he asks me had I done anything recently that I thought I should be spanked for. I mention my cussing habit and we both agree that I need a spanking for that one. We talk for a while and set up a time a few days later to meet. Turns out its about a week later, right around lunchtime. Bad time for a spanking huh? Talk about having no appetite because you're nervous about getting spanked. We agreed to use my paddle, which I had bought at Michael's of all the strange places. It was pretty large and I can remember thinking when I am driving home, this paddle in the front seat next to me, how hard I am most likely gonna be spanked with it. I can feel how sore my bottom is gonna be when he gets done spanking it. I had decided to wear jeans, a t shirt, and my sneakers for this spanking, in other words look like a typical high school girl (even though I was even out of college by this point) who has been called to the principal's office.

Well the appointed day and time rolls around, and I leave to meet this man somewhere in town, since he would have no idea how to get to my house. I was nervous as I don't know what but I knew I deserved this paddling. I was glad we had met in public the first time so if he turned out to be nuts at least I had somewhere to hide. Thankfully he didn't, even though he looked to be my dad's age. I thought it was pretty funny that I was gonna be paddled by someone who definitely looked like he could be my dad. When I was growing up mom was the one who spanked me when it was needed.

Anyway we arrive back at my house, where thankfully I was the only one home. My roommates were gone elsewhere, which I was glad of. We went into my den which is right off the kitchen. My paddle is actually lying on the kitchen table where I had put it that morning to remind myself of what was going to happen to my bottom later that day. Well after some small talk he asks me how old I am. I was 32 at the time (I'm 38 now) and so (and I had no idea he was gonna do this) he sits down on my couch and I ended up being taken over his knee. Then to my surprise, I guess he wanted to warm my bottom for the paddle, he spanks me 32 times, and pretty hard too, on the seat of my jeans with his hand. I can definitely feel the sting in my bottom at this point. Then he lets me get up again, and here comes the lecture.

Yeah I got lectured some about my behavior, probably not very long, maybe three or four minutes.Then we go into the kitchen and he moves one of the chairs from my kitchen table and picks up the paddle. He tells me that he thinks I know what comes next, and I sure do. He tells me I will get six swats. I know my bottom is gonna get spanked and probably if that hand spanking was any indication, it was gonna be pretty darn hard. By this point I just hope I can handle getting six swats on my bottom without making too much of a fuss.

The sting is gone from the hand spanking but I imagine my bottom is still at least pink. Anyway then I hear the two most dreaded words in the English language come from his mouth: bend over. I bent over far enough to at least stick my bottom out and then put my hands on the table. I have no idea how hard he is going to swat me with that paddle but I had a feeling I would definitely feel it for a while. I feel the paddle rubbing the seat of my jeans for a few seconds. I brace myself for what is coming and all of a sudden CRACK!!!! I got the first of what was to be six swats with the paddle. The sting in my bottom is intense and I wonder how on Earth I am gonna take five more. Not only that but he is making sure I feel it by not only swatting me really hard but waiting probably thirty seconds in between. I don't even think to count how many seconds pass before I feel that paddle rubbing again, followed by a loud, stinging CRACK!!!!!!! The second swat just adds more fuel to the fire that has already been lit in my bottom. Finally after a break I feel a couple of taps on my bottom, then hear another loud CRACK!!!!!!! followed by more intense sting as he spanks me a third time. Then an interval of time passes, and CRACK!!!!!! I got swatted a fourth time and by this time my bottom is really sore. I had forgotten at this point whether I was getting five or six swats. All I knew was that my bottom was on fire and it stung big time. Then I hear another loud CRACK!!!!! followed by another really intense sting. How I am not crying my eyes out by this point I have no idea. Most people would probably be at least teary eyed by this time. I must have a pretty high pain tolerance for spankings. I again wonder why he hasn't told me I could stand up yet. He had swatted me five times with the paddle so why not let me up? Then I feel another intense sting in my bottom accompanied by a loud CRACK!!!!! I had forgotten I was getting six swats, not five, with the paddle.

Then I am finally told I am able to stand up again. I do, noticing that he still has my paddle in his hand. Then he asks me if he got his point across, which he definitely had at that point. My bottom is sore and the sting is really intense. Finally he put the paddle back on the table and left. Since it was hot outside I change from my jeans to shorts, and go out to get something to eat. I was glad then that my car does not have leather seats, but cloth interior. My bottom is scorched and stings intensely. Sitting is uncomfortable at best. Then I remember that I was going horseback riding the next day with a friend. I have no idea of the condition of my bottom or if it will still be sore the next day. That night I am still a little sore but not too bad. I had no idea yet that a small bruise had formed on my left bottom cheek until I look in the mirror the next morning. First time in my life I have been bruised as a result of a spanking. However I realize that I did deserve the paddling.

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