Bucci Neighborhood Spankings 4:
Meghan's Mom is Mad

This story is the continuation of "Brittany's Spanking".



It was Saturday morning and I was in the family room watching cartoons when the phone rang. Mom answered it in the kitchen before I could get to it.

 �Meghan Lynn Cartwright get in here this instant!� Mom shouted.

Boy, mom must be pretty teed off at something � she only uses my whole name like that when I�m in trouble. But what could it be? I thought to myself as I sauntered into the kitchen. I hadn�t done anything.

When I got to the kitchen, I saw my older brother John who just turned 14 and my younger brother Jeff who is 8 sitting at the table eating cereal.

My mom started right in on me. �That was just Mrs. Bucci on the phone. She told me what you and Brittany have been up to - hanging up the telephone after it rings. Brittany�s gotten her bottom spanked and you are too, young lady.�

�But, mom!�

�Don�t �but mom� me, Meghan, were you or were you not hanging up the telephone after it rang?�

�Well�it was all Brittany�s idea and she did it.�

�I know you know it is wrong. Did you try and stop her? You did it here too, by yourself didn�t you?

�Well I�it was all Brittany�s fault. It was her idea.�

�I knew I should have let your father spank you last night when you were talking back to him. He wanted to and I wouldn�t let him. If you had gotten spanked last night, none of this would have happened.� Mom declared.

What one thing had to do with the other, I couldn�t figure out but I figured I shouldn�t point out mom�s faulty logic to her. I saw that both John and Jeff had big smiles on their faces and they were trying real hard not to laugh out loud. They always loved it when I got in trouble.

At that moment she reached out and grabbed my ear and started pulling me towards the hall as though I were 4 years old or something. �Let�s go to your room right now, young lady. You are going to get a good spanking.�

�Ow!� I cried out as she pulled my ear. �I�m not 4, you don�t have to be ignorant about it!�

Wrong thing to say I realized instantly, as she let go of my ear and swatted my nightshirt covered bottom. Then she lifted the back of my nightshirt and swatted my rear again.

�You aren�t wearing any panties!� She announced as she continued to swat me. �You know you are always supposed to wear panties.�

I felt ridiculous as I ran to my room with my mother running after me, holding my shirt up and swatting me. When we got to my room she just pushed me onto the bed. My feet were still on the floor so I was kind of half bent over with my nightshirt up around my shoulder blades. She kept swatting my bottom. It didn�t really hurt and after about ten swats she stopped and I heard her taking some deep breaths. She told me to stand up; I was relieved because I thought she was finished.

When I stood up, she turned me around to face her. �Meghan, what you did was wrong and you know it. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have another mother call you to tell you your child did something naughty? Mrs. Bucci must think I don�t know how to raise my children! Well you are going to get a spanking all right but we are going to do it properly.�

With that she pulled my nightshirt over my head and off. Before I knew what had happened I was standing in front of her completely naked and she was guided me back towards the bed.

�Mom!� I started to protest but she just cut me off and told me to lie down on the bed. I knew exactly what she wanted. As I was climbing onto the bed she was reaching for my pillow to put under my hips. I was beginning to dread what was going to happen.

She then stopped abruptly and said, �Meghan, I�m forgetting something. Go into my bedroom and get your father�s leather sole. Bring it back here and be quick about it. I know you know where it is because I saw you and Brittany playing with it the other day.�

�Mom!� I protested. �I�m completely naked. I can�t go out into the hallway with my brothers here. What if they see me?�

�Being completely naked is the least of your concerns right now. Now go before I add disobedience to your list of offenses.�

I quickly left to get the leather sole. It was in daddy�s closet, on the shelf, under his winter sweaters. Thank goodness my brothers weren�t in the hallway, they must have still been downstairs finishing breakfast. I brought the sole back to mom and handed it to her.

�Mom, I didn�t really do anything.� I started to plead. But she wasn�t listening at all.

�Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am having Mrs. Bucci call me like that? Now get face down on the bed. You know the position I want you in. Put your hips over the pillow so your bottom is propped up. Keep your hands out in front of you and your head down. Keep your legs spread apart a little and don�t you dare clench your bottom cheeks or try to cover your bottom with your hands.� Mom commanded.

I had heard it all before and knew what she wanted to me to do. As I climbed onto the bed and started to put my pillow under my bottom, my mother handed me another one to use also. She must have gotten it from one of my brother�s rooms when I was fetching the leather sole. My poor bottom was really going to be sticking up in the air.

Then the situation I was in really dawned on me! I was about to get spanked, probably really hard, and I hadn�t done anything wrong. Mom was just embarrassed and it was all Brittany�s fault! Boy was I going to get even with her!

Mom was standing at the side of the bed waiting for me to get into position. As soon as I was, she wasted no time in getting started. She brought the leather sole down hard right in the middle of my bottom across both cheeks at the same time � she did it again and again hitting the same spot over and over. I cried out and couldn�t help myself � I reached back and covered my bottom with my hands.

Mom stopped spanking and told me to remove my hands. I hesitated and again she told me to remove them. As soon as I did, she started spanking the same spot again, over and over. I tried clutching the bed sheets and hanging on � I was already biting down on them but it was no use. I shot my hands back and covered my bottom again.

This time mom said, �OK, if you want to cover your bottom, I will just spank your thighs.�

And she did. She swatted first one thigh and then the other thigh. Back and forth, back and forth, over and over again. I was crying and screaming from the pain. This time I reached my hands further down to protect my thighs. Mom didn�t say a word, she just went back to spanking my bottom, only this time she wasn�t hitting the same spot. I couldn�t take it any more and rolled over to get away.

Mom grabbed me and said, �Oh no you don�t Meghan. I�m not through with you yet and you are going to get extra for resisting so much!� She rolled me back onto my stomach and I felt her climbing onto the bed. She was kneeling over me and sitting on my back! She had pushed my arms back over my head so now I couldn�t even cover my bottom. She lifted me up by my hips and shoved the pillows back underneath me.

I was crying uncontrollably. I was completely naked, lying face down on my bed, my hands stretched out in front of me, my bottom stuck up in the air and my mother sitting on back. And I hadn�t done anything wrong!

Mom wasted no time in starting to spank again. She hit me again and again and again. The leather sole was making a loud crack each and every time it landed on my bottom.

Finally I realized mom had stopped. I have no idea how long the spanking went on or how many times I got hit. All I know is that my bottom felt like it was on fire, and my throat was sore from crying and screaming so much.

Mom climbed off of me and told me to get up. I could barely move but I did as I was told. As soon as I was standing mom grabbed me by the ear again and led me from my room. I had no idea what was going on. I just meekly followed her still crying my eyes out. Before I knew what was happening, we were back in the kitchen and mom stood me in the corner and told me to stay there and not to do dare cover my bottom.

After a few minutes the pain in my bottom settled down into a throbbing ache and I was able to stop crying and think about my situation. My brothers were in the kitchen! They had heard my spanking and now they could see me naked and my poor spanked bottom. I started to cry again at my embarrassment � I knew I was in for no end of teasing from them.

Just then there was a knock on the back door. It was one of John�s friends coming over to play basketball in the backyard. John was inviting him in!

�Hold it right there young man.� Mom said. �You should be ashamed of yourself John! You know your sister just got spanked and is spending time in the kitchen corner. It is OK for the family to see her but I will not have you showing her off to your friends.� Thank goodness mom still had some heart left in her, I thought.

�Meghan� mom called to me. �You can go to room and get dressed. Come out whenever you want.�

I went to my room and just put my nightshirt back on. There was no way I was putting pants over my poor bottom until it cooled down some. I lay face down on my bed again � funny how when you are about to get spanked you hate this position but after you�ve been spanked it is the only position you want to be in. The covers were all messed up and it was wet where I had been crying.

I thought about what had just happened and how it was all Brittany�s fault. She might still be my best friend and I didn�t know what I was going to do but somehow I was going to make her pay for this.
 

The End