Bucci Neighborhood Spankings 2:
Brittany's Perspective

From: Whetstone ([email protected])
 
 
 

I knew the game was over as soon as I heard mom talking with Andrew at the door. He told her how he thought we were having phone problems.

I’m not even sure why I started hanging up on people; it really is kind of stupid. The first time it was an accident, the phone really did slip out of my hand. My friend Meghan was here and we both just started to giggle – when the phone rang again I just hung it up right away. We laughed and I kept doing it, even after Meghan went home. Then I started doing it the next day too. Stupid huh? (By the way, Meghan is my best friend. We are both twelve and will be starting seventh grade next month.)

Well anyway while mom was giving Tricia and Andrew a grocery list I decided it was best for me if I disappeared for a while so I went upstairs to my room. I was kind of hoping that mom wouldn’t do any investigative work. But I knew that was not to be the case. I was sitting on my bed reading a book – at least it may have looked that way, I was actually debating whether I should act like I knew nothing when mom talked to me or try and make up some sort of story. I was actually getting a little nervous, well pretty nervous when she came into my room. She looked kind of angry.

She told me what Andrew had said and asked me if I knew anything about a phone problem we may be having. I didn’t say anything as I was still racking my brain for an excuse my mother would buy. I must have looked guilty because my mother than said that she had heard the phone ringing several times while only she and I were in the house and what did I know about it? Well, I am really no dummy – I knew I was in trouble and the best thing in our family when that happens is to tell the truth. (Actually my parents have a rule about lying when you misbehaved. You get spanked first for whatever you did wrong than you get spanked again, longer and harder for lying about it. Having gotten a few of those spankings, I didn’t want any more.)

So I told mom the truth about how I was hanging up the phone. I tried apologizing and putting on my ‘poor little girl pout face’ that works sometimes with dad but it had no effect on mom. She said that I had been acting snotty all week and that this was the icing on the cake. She said that she and daddy would be discussing my misbehavior and punishment when he got home later. In the meantime I wasn’t to leave the property.

Well I wasn’t in too much trouble yet. I wasn’t grounded or kept in my room or anything. I would still be able to go swimming as soon as Kate and her boyfriend got home. I wasn’t going to worry about anything that might or might not happen when daddy got home. Daddy might even let me off with just a lecture.

When Kate got home I changed into my bathing suit and got into the pool. Tom had his friend Jimmy over and it was just the three of us in the pool. BORING. I am a good swimmer and I still don’t understand why I am not allowed to swim unless someone is watching me. Kate and her boyfriend were just sitting on the side talking. I hadn’t officially met him yet but he was kind of cute.

I saw dad pull his car into the driveway and I started to worry a little bit. Suppose I got spanked while Kate’s new boyfriend was here? That would be pretty embarrassing. No, I wasn’t in any real trouble yet was I? I was feeling a little guilty because I had been acting snotty to mom and did keep hanging up the phone. When about a half hour went by and I wasn’t called into the house and daddy came outside and started grilling hamburgers, I figured I wasn’t going to get punished at all and I started to relax and have a good time.

Tricia came out to the pool and got in. She said that Andrew had gone home to change and would be coming over to swim and would stay for dinner along with Jimmy. Tricia was fun in the pool and the three of us started to splash her. She splashed back and chased us around dunking us when she caught us. When Andrew came over he got into the pool and joined the fun. Kate and her boyfriend left, I guess they were going to a movie or something. A little while later mom called us in to supper.

I still thought I had got over without any punishment until I went through the kitchen on my way to my room to put dry clothes on. Dad stopped me and simply said that he and mom had discussed my misbehavior and that I would be getting a spanking immediately after supper and to be ready.

Oh well I thought, I guess I knew I had this coming. I knew what ‘be ready’ meant too. Dad wanted me to change into a pair of pajamas so he could take my pants down and spank my bare bottom without having to mess with any buttons or zippers or anything. I would probably get sent to bed right after my spanking too.

When I got to my room, I decided to put on my lightweight pink pajamas. The shirt barely came down to my waist and I knew that the less interference daddy had to deal with when I was getting spanked the better it would be for me. I started to get a little worried about how hard a spanking I was going to get. How angry was daddy? He didn’t really seem angry at all, just very matter of fact. Then it dawned on me, mom was the one that was angry – she had been angry with me all week, dad was just going to be the designated spanker. That could mean one of two kinds of spankings – a really long hard one as dad defended mom’s authority – or a mild spanking that dad would give me just to appease mom. I sure hoped for the mild spanking but just to be on the safe side I decided it was best to hurry up and help as much as I could in the kitchen to make as much peace with mom as I could, better late than never right?

On my way back to the kitchen I ducked into dad’s den to close the blinds. He never adjusts them when he spanks me and I hate the thought of someone peering in and watching me getting my bare bottom spanked. It is bad enough getting the spanking without the whole neighborhood finding out about it.

I know that some of my friends get spanked too. I think some of the ones that say they don’t are lying but I guess I’ll never know for sure. Meghan and I had just been talking about it. Usually it is her mother that spanks her – she says her mother makes her take her pants off and lie face down on her bed with a pillow under her hips to make her bottom stick up a little. She usually gets spanked with a spoon or a leather sole from one of her dad’s old shoes. I thought the leather sole was pretty funny when she told me about it but when she snuck it out of her parent’s bedroom to show me, I slapped it against my thigh to get an idea of what it felt like and WOW did it sting. I guess parents know how to make a spanking hurt no matter how they do it.

I was the first one back in the kitchen and started helping mom as soon as I got there. She must have seen right through me because she said ‘Brittany, I am very glad you’re being nice and helpful now but you haven’t been all week, and that juvenile stunt you pulled with the phone really topped the week off. You deserve the spanking you are going to get later and you know it!’

I really felt bad because I knew mom was right. I know I had been acting crappy to her, I don’t know why and I couldn’t stop myself either. I was kind of scared about getting the spanking but was kind of glad I was going to get punished and have it over and done with.

Dinner itself was the pits. As soon as we sat down to eat, Andrew asked me why I was wearing pajamas. I know he was just trying to joke with me but daddy made me tell him I was going to get a spanking right after we ate. It was so embarrassing. I couldn’t look at anything except my plate – I knew my face was all red too. The rest of dinner was a blur as I started to think about how much my poor bottom was going to hurt and now Tricia’s boyfriend knew I was going to get spanked.

After supper I made a big show of helping again. This time daddy was in the kitchen so I thought I might score a few good points with him. I was real glad mom asked Tricia and Andrew to go outside. I knew she did it so he wouldn’t be in the house while I got spanked but did she have to say that daddy and I had something to ‘attend to’ while Andrew was still in the kitchen? I knew Andrew knew that this meant I was going to get my spanking. I could feel Andrew watching me as I walked down the hall to the den. I was so embarrassed.

When I got to the den I was surprised that the lights were on. I thought they were off when I left after adjusting the blinds. Daddy came in right after me so my train of thought centered on my spanking again – memories of past spankings came flooding into my mind and I wondered how he would spank me this time. I knew it would hurt but how much? Would he use the paddle? Would he use the belt, he never had on me or Tricia but I remember the story Kate and Tricia tell of the time he used it on Kate, if mom was mad enough at me maybe this would be the first time, I sure hoped not. Would I have to bend over the back of the chair? Would I have to lie over his lap or over his leg?

Daddy sat on the edge of the couch and pulled me in front of him. I didn’t see the belt or the paddle so I figured that was a good sign but I was still awfully nervous. Daddy kept talking to me and asking me questions. I am not sure about most of what he said. It was something about him being disappointed in my behavior and how much he and mom loved me and did I know what was expected of me. I guess most of it sunk in or at least I knew when to nod my head. But all I was really thinking about was that I was about to get spanked, it was going to hurt and I sure was sorry I was there. My body was telling my brain to run and I know I was kind of hopping back and forth as my body tried to run but my brain was making me stay there saying ‘No it will be worse if you resist’. I know I was hopping because something dad said finally did sink in and I knew my time was up. He said, ‘stop hopping, stand still, take your hands away from your bottom and keep your arms straight at your sides.’

I did as I was told and daddy reached for my pajama pants and pulled them right down to my ankles. I stepped out of them when he told me to. The next thing I knew I was draped across daddy’s leg, my face was in the couch cushion, my arms were in front of me and he was trapping my legs with his.

While I hated getting spanked at all, I hate this position most of all. I feel so helpless to be trapped this way. I know there is absolutely no way I can escape when daddy holds me like this. At least when I am bent over the chair or am over his lap I could escape if I ever had to – not that I ever got far when I tried in the past and never mind that I got extra spanks for it – I just knew I could get away if I had to. But not tonight, no way, I was in for it.

Just like he always does, daddy asked me if I was ready for my spanking to start. Honestly, how do you answer that question? There I was bent over his leg with my bare bottom sticking up in the air – surely he knew that he had made me physically ready. Mentally, I am never ready for a spanking. I said ‘yes’ like daddy expected.

The first spank was a scorcher that landed right in the middle of my bottom. Before I knew what I was doing my hand shot back to protect my bottom. Dad reminded me that this was against the rules and he grabbed my wrist and held it into my back. Now I was really helpless. At least my left arm was still sort of free although I couldn’t do anything with it because daddy’s body and the couch trapped it.

Dad didn’t say anything while he spanked. He just spanked my bottom over and over again. At first it just kind of stung but then it started to really hurt. I knew I was crying and blubbering something about promising to be good. He spanked my whole bottom but kept going back to swatting the sides of my bottom where it really, really stings the most. I tried to get away but couldn’t move at all the way he held me down. I tried to clench my bottom cheeks to make the pain go away a little bit but it didn’t help at all. Daddy just kept spanking and spanking and spanking, my bottom just hurt more and more and more. The pain on my bottom was unbelievable but there was nothing I could do but take it. I finally just lay there and cried.

I’m not sure when the spanking stopped but I eventually noticed that the pain in my bottom wasn’t getting any worse. Daddy helped me up and I reached out and hugged him. I felt so loved that he would punish me for doing something wrong and I felt the guilt drained from me, I knew I was forgiven for what I had done. He sat me on his lap and cuddled me just like when I was little. He told me how much he and mom loved me and how proud they were of me. We talked for a little while about responsible behavior and what was expected of me. I really like that time with daddy after I have just been spanked – I have him to myself and we can talk about just about anything. I felt very loved and happy.

When we finished talking, daddy and I hugged again and he gave me a kiss on the top of my head. I got up, put my pajama bottoms back on and went to look for mom. She was in the living room reading a magazine – she looked up at me when I came in the room. I went right over to her, sat on her lap, gave her a big hug and told her I was sorry for the way I had been acting towards her and would try to behave better in the future. She said she knew, that all was forgiven and that she loved me very much.

I went out onto the back porch to apologize to Tricia and Andrew too because I had hung up the phone on Andrew. Andrew was surprised when I hugged him but he said I was forgiven and that it was no big deal. He smiled at me when I rubbed my bottom and told him that daddy thought it was. I can see why Tricia likes him so much, I thought, as I said goodnight and headed for my room.

When I got to my room, I could hear Tricia and Andrew talking. My room is above the back porch and the windows were open because mom thought it was a cool night and had turned the central air conditioner off. I realized that they had watched my spanking! I was a little embarrassed but figured ‘oh well, I had watched some of Tricia’s spankings too’. She was right too, my spanking had been a pretty mild one and I knew it. I still had to sleep on my tummy that night though.
 

The End
 
 


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