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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011 |
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Only Father can do so Eidel and I have just been some place and secretly saw a little boy get spanked by his father in a barn. We are standing in my bedroom next to the windows. It is a nice sunny morning out. We are probably about 10 and 11 years old. Neither of us have ever gotten spanked and wondered what the boy could have done to get in trouble and wondered if the spanking hurt that much. For some stupid reason we decide that we should be scientific about this and find out. The impression I get is that our father is very much a man of learning and believes that one much experience stuff to understand the world. This is what we've heard him say to our mother, who in my impression of her is very shy and demure. Eidel and I discuss how this experiment should proceed and I tell her that it is the man's duty to punish the children so I should be the one giving the spanking. Eidel tells me that is unfair, and we compromise and I tell her that she will get to do it after I do. We decide that she should bend over the side of my bed and I left up all her skirts and finally find her white pantaloons and pull them down. I then place my left hand on her lower back kinda holding her down and haul off and wack her hard on the ass. She lets out a shriek as I proceed to swat her again and she is now struggling to get up and all the skirts are getting in her way. Then suddenly the bedroom door opens and my father comes in wonder what on earth made Eidel shriek so awfully. I step back from Eidel and she jumps up in tears and rushes to our father crying that I had wacked her on the butt. She's in tears so badly that he can barely understand her. He closes the door behind him and walks toward me. He's trying to figure out how all this transpired. His face keeps witching between annoyance and confusion. He tells me to bend over the bed and drop my pants, which I begrudgingly do with a bit of trepidation. Eidel suddenly popped up as he is about to spank me, "Please don't hurt him father." He replies back that he will only give me what I dished out to Eidel. She says that I only swatted her twice. He acknowledges her and I suddenly feel the painful truth of what Eidel experienced, and he adds one more swat and says to me that the first two were for Eidel and that the last one was for him since he is the only one who is to give out spankings in this household. Our father rarely spanked any of us, and I think that may have been the only time I had ever gotten spanked and Eidel and the other girls probably never got spanked. |
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