Don’t Tease Little Kids: Multiple Strappings Await

Fourteen year old Terry was confident that he had outsmarted his aunt and uncle by suggesting a punishment he thought they would never deliver, “Maybe I shouldn’t be able to sit down for a whole day.” Everything suddenly changed when, as Terry writes, “I saw my aunt waiting with a strap I had way too many memories of.

You are welcome and invited to contact the authors Rose and Terry.

It was just before my 15th birthday and I was spending the summer on the farm that belonged to my father’s side of the family. I had been doing that since I was around five and was treated like one of the family after a few days every summer. On this particular day my aunt had given me permission to take my younger cousins to the river where we could swim and get out of some of the summer heat which we all wanted to do.

The problem started when one of my cousins who was six years younger than me said he wanted to jump off a bridge. He would have to clear some rocks to get to the deeper water and when it came time to do so he became afraid and changed his mind. I, being the know-it-all that I was, began to tease him into jumping until he finally did. To move forward quickly, he didn’t quite make past all of the rocks and skinned himself up pretty badly including a few small cuts. When he got out of the water he was bawling and ran home before I could even get a hold of him to see if he was all right.

I let everyone else continue to swim, and of course I swam and had a good time with them, for another hour or so, then we all walked back to the house. When we got there my aunt, uncle and grandmother were all in the kitchen along with my cousin who wasn’t crying any more but was wearing several bandages where he had scrapped himself. Needless to say everyone just stared daggers at me.

My aunt started by lecturing me on how irresponsible I had been and then asked me if I really dared my cousin to make the jump and I admitted that I had. I started to say how sorry I was and was allowed to chatter on for a while before I was told to be quiet.

My aunt then said that since I knew I had been wrong she would let me pick an appropriate punishment. I was being smart I thought because I didn’t want to be left at home for any trips to town, or to the drive-in, or anything else I could think of. I also knew that while both my aunt and uncle believed in spankings, they pretty much had stopped using them when my cousins reached 11 or 12 and I hadn’t had one from either of them since I was 11. With all of this in mind I blurted out the following in the belief that it would show how sorry I was and wouldn’t be done anyway.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be able to sit down for a whole day.”

With that out I saw my aunt smile and say that sounds about right. She then told me I could go get my swim suit off and get dressed. I had won at least that is what I thought at the time.

All afternoon and evening nothing more was said about the incident and I was absolutely convinced that I was off the hook. And I was taking quite a bit of pride in how smart I had been. Before we went to bed that night, we slept in the same room, I told my cousin how sorry I was and believed the incident was over and went to sleep one very satisfied 14 year old.

While my aunt and uncle usually got up around 5:30 a.m. but let us kids sleep until 7:30 or 8:00 a.m., that wasn’t to happen the following morning. At around 6:00 a.m. my uncle came into the room and woke me up and told me to come with him. With the way he was holding my arm I knew I didn’t have a choice but was still unprepared for what was to happen.

My uncle literally marched me downstairs and right to the den where I saw my aunt waiting with a strap I had way too many memories of. She didn’t say a word as my uncle flipped me over the arm on the sofa and held me by my shoulders with my bottom facing the wrong direction in my opinion. My aunt then grabbed the elastic on my pajamas and pulled them down, In no time at all she was using that strap and I was begging her to stop, but if course I wasn’t about to be listened to.

I have no idea how long she slapped me with that strap but when she was done I was beside myself bawling and promising to never do anything bad ever again. When it was over I was marched into the kitchen, my pajama bottoms had already fallen completely off because of my kicking, and told to stand in the corner with my hands on my head until told to move. As my cousins came down, some had obviously heard me, they giggled all through breakfast I didn’t dare move from the corner. I didn’t ever remember feeling so sore and the heat in my cheeks was unbearable and all I wanted to do was rub the pain out but didn’t dare do that either.

After everyone had eaten I was allowed to eat but had to stand at the kitchen counter because there was no way I could sit after the strapping I had just gotten. Only after I ate was I allowed to touch my bottom and try to give it some relief. I was then allowed to dress for the day.

I spent most of the morning alone. I went back to the bedroom to dress and just laid on my front for quite a while because I didn’t want to face anyone. I was still wet eyed when I finally went back down stairs and saw my aunt. I must have told her I was sorry a million times and that I had learned my lesson. I remember thinking that I was sure glad that was over.

By 11:00 a.m. or so I thought I might try to sit down and found I could if I used a very soft pillow, but still didn’t want to and was glad I didn’t have too. I thought maybe it would be good to eat at the buffet in the dining room for lunch even though it would be embarrassing to do so with my cousins and the two hands we had on the farm there. Since we always ate at 12:00 noon, I still had not sat much since morning and had pretty much decided that although it wouldn’t feel good, I was going to try to sit down for lunch.

I was in the kitchen helping when my uncle came in and grabbed my arm again. My grandmother just looked at me and had a smile on her face. I was taken back to the den where my aunt was again waiting with the strap. My uncle told me to get my pants off and I started to object but all he did was turn me over his knee and give me 15 to 20 hard hand spanks until I was crying again and repeated his orders. It was just like in the morning, my uncle held me over the sofa arm and I got a second strapping that I knew everyone had to hear. As in the morning my pants and shorts were off and all I had on was a t-shirt when I was taken to the dining room and shown my place in front of the buffet. Needless to say I ate standing again and glad I was allowed to. But they kept an eye on me and warned me about any rubbing.

I was too sore to even think about sitting all afternoon and my cousins, especially the one I had teased, kept reminding me of it. I tried to get them to stop but my aunt heard me telling them to shut up and warned me that if the strap wasn’t having the effect she wanted, mainly to put me back in my place, she still had her hairbrush. The way I was feeling then I just kept quiet.

Just before dinner I was again escorted to the den and my aunt was waiting again with the strap. I begged her to not use it again and started to cry as my uncle stripped my jeans down and held me over the sofa arm again. Needless to say I got another strapping and ate another meal at the buffet in the dining room. This time, as the previous two, my pants and shorts had fallen off during the spanking and in addition to everyone having heard my punishment they all got a good view of the results. I don’t remember much of what was said except the comments that I had asked not to be able to sit down for a day and it was felt the punishment was fitting for putting my younger cousin in danger as I had done.

I also remember feeling a sense of relief because at least my spanking was over even though I doubted if I would be sitting for a day or two at least (that turned out to be right). Unfortunately I was a little optimistic about that because I had one more trip to the den before I was sent to bed and wound up crying myself to sleep and my rear was too sore to even have a sheet laying in it. And it was two to three days before I wanted to sit and eat with everyone else like normal person again and believe me, I was exceptionally good the rest of my stay.

I learned later that my aunt and uncle had called my Mom and told her what I had said I should get as a punishment and she suggested the details you just heard. I also remember that when I got back home a few weeks later I was reminded of Mom’s rule that if I got a spanking anywhere else there would be one waiting for me at home too. I didn’t get four in one day from Mom like I had on the farm, but did get one a week for four weeks.

That was the last time I ever teased a little kid so I guess the punishment worked.

You are welcome and invited to contact the authors Rose and Terry.

How To Get The Spanking You Want
  • I sure wish that this would happen more often to the young male teenagers of today who are so rude and disrespectful.

  • For Terry – How long is it before you can sit on your bottom? When I get spanked by my wife it is about two days which should tell you how hard I get it. She uses the same paddle my mother had years ago known as the “family persuader” and the same way too. Punishment takes place in the kitchen with my pants and underpants down, just standing in front of her, usually after dinner. It is about as effective now as it was then. I usually go directly to bed after one of these sessions. She keeps the paddle hanging on the wall just like my mother did.

  • How do I contact rose and terry? I am in a happy marriage but no one knows I seem to need my naked butt paddled about twice a year—How can I contact Rose and Terry? Thanks.

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