[The following is the second (hopefully in a series) about my childhood spanking experiences. Comments please: gr_anderson@hotmail. com]
When I was 6 and my brother Brett was 4, our babysitter Janice watched over us after school until our parents got home. My dad worked in an office a lengthy commute away, and my mom was a graduate student at the local college.
I remember Janice being a pretty nice babysitter. She was about 18 years old, and pretty fine looking. Things were going well until one Fall afternoon we did something that really pushed Janice's button.
I wished that I hadn't done it, but I locked her in the basement later that day. The door to the basement happened to have a lock mechanism on the upstairs side. I thought that I was too old for a babysitter, and decided to play a little trick on her.
Janice, however, didn't find the humor in my trick. She shouted and yelled for me and Brett to let her out. I didn't expect her to be so angry, so Brett and I were unsure what to do. Brett panicked and decided to run and pop the lock. As he turned the knob sharply it snapped! The knob was now spinning freely and wouldn't open or unlock the door!
I explained the situation to Janice, but her anger became even worse. I took Brett and we went to the kitchen to think. We mischievously decided to take the opportunity to have some ice cream which we weren't supposed to have.
Janice seemed to calm down after a few minutes, so I dished up some more ice cream and sat with Brett. I didn't hear a word from Janice after that, so I assumed she was watching TV or something.
With that we decided to go up to the master bedroom and finish enjoying our ice cream. We were never aloud to take food out of the kitchen, but given the situation why not.
It hit me like a strike of lightening when I remembered that there was a telephone in the basement. Just as I put two and two together I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. It was mom with Janice was standing beside her.
My heart nearly skipped a beat I was so afraid. Brett was so scared that he dropped his ice cream and it spilled all over the carpet!
Mom told us to go get ready for bed while she cleaned up the ice cream. What, no spanking? I thought.
Brett and I washed up, brushed our teeth, and put our shirts and pants in the laundry hamper. We stood waiting at our bedroom in our underwear.
Mom entered the room with Janice a couple of minutes later. She explained why spankings were in order, and we didn't have much to argue about. She then told Janice to start with me, while she spanked Brett. I couldn't believe this, Janice not only saw me in my Haines briefs but now she was going to put my near naked body over her knee too. Janice did a thourough job of the spanking, she was either experienced or a "natural". From the sound of Brett, mom was giving her best effort as well. We were both smacked for a couple of minutes and cried. After that we switched and I was spanked by mom, and Brett was spanked by Janice.
After another good cry, we were both told to stand with noses to the wall. Mom produced the wooden spoon and said it would be another few whacks to make sure we learned our lesson. I began to protest, but before I could get half a sentence out my underwear was tugged down, and I was given five hard smacks with the hairbrush. Ouch! Then Brett's little Fruit of the Loom briefs were pulled down, and he was given five smacks. Brett, then sobbing, was given another two whacks, "for the ice cream," as mom said.
We were told to pull up our briefs and apologize to Janice. Still rubbing my butt, I managed to spit out an "I'm sorry Janice". Brett was still pretty angry about the whole thing, and he just walked by Janice with a pout on his face. In the end he did apologize to her, as mom "helped" him with a few well placed licks.