The following (story P1) is the frist in a series of my spanking experiences as a preteen. Comments welcome: gr_anderson@hotmail. com.
I remember standing there, just in my underpants, feeling the disgrace and embarrassment of just being spanked. In hindsight perhaps I deserved it, but at the time I didn't have the perspective of hindsight, but a sore hind.
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I was eleven years old at the time and I had disobeyed and lied (out of fear) to my father. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as taking the knobs off the stereo, locking the babysitter in the basement, or putting a snake in my mom's sleeping bag. But I came to the conclusion that parents tend to expect more from you as you get older. And I also came to the realization that spankings got worse too.
When I came home from school, I did like most kids 1) got a snack and 2) went and watched TV. There was nothing more enjoyable to me at that age then eating in front of the TV. However, as we all commonly know the biggest problem is that you forget you were eating down there, leaving dishes, old food and a mess altogether. So Dad decided to put an end to food in front of the TV.
After that, I could no longer bring my big bowls of ice cream, or other snacks down to the TV room. As my dad worked varying hours, I knew that if I wasn't careful I would get caught. And he warned me and my brother that it would be no tv for a week (first offence) or the dreaded spanking (subsequent offences). At first I obeyed, but then I gradually started to disobey this rule. You know how it works, first you bring a few sunflower seeds (they're not really food), then its a handful of peanuts and raisins, and before you know it I was back to my old habits.
My little brother felt my eating in front of the TV was unfair. If I could do it with no problem, so could he. A few days later he went up and fixed himself a sandwich and brought it down. Well there's one thing about my brother, he wasn't as maticulace as me, and left a dish down there by accident.
Dad knew what was up and told me no TV for a week. I told him it was Brett who was eating down there, not ME! Then he paused for a minute and said "Well no TV for the both of you till next week". I protested. He said something like it'll do you good. I didn't feel in a position to argue, as that position might be over his knee.
I was really bitter about losing TV on account of Brett getting caught. When in actual fact we both deserved the punishment, it wasn't me that got us caught. In fact I was so angry, that I decided I would disobey my dad anyways.
The next day mom was working and I knew dad would be in late. I decided to whip up some snacks. I made it really elaborate, mixing peanut butter and chocolate sauce and making sandwiches. I had some left over sauce so I put it in a cup and brought it down with me. I watched and ate for a few hours. With resentment, I felt as if I was punished for something I didn't do (or wasn't caught doing), I figured that I might as well do something to deserve it. Brett even came down. I made sure he didn't leave any evidence laying around. I knew he didn't like spankings so he would do whatever he could to help cover up.
As a matter of fact, we pulled it off. Dad never did find out about that. Chalk one up for the kids so I thought! It wasn't Until a week later when my mom came into our room holding the glass with my peanut butter-chocolate concoction. It was all mouldy and gross. Mom asked us who was responsible. We both gave the instinctive...NOT ME! She was generally unsuccessful at getting a confession out of us, as we knew she would not usually spank, and when she did it was nothing.
When dad got home it was the first thing brought up at the dinner table. Dad was furious. He figured it was me, and asked if this was true. Though I later questioned the wisdom of my chosen response, I told him it wasn't me. He then stood up from the table and began to walk toward Brett. Brett began crying..."it wasn't me...it wasn't me".
He stopped and said something like "what is going on here...we raised both of you to tell the truth and one of you is lying. Tell me NOW!". Dead silence filled the air. "I see no other way about it," he said "You'll both get a licking". He proceeded to lift Brett from his chair, and reached around his waist in preparation for the usual, pants-down spankings. I felt a sudden shiver of guilt, and I yelled out that I was responsible.
He was really pissed off. I was terrified, but relieved of my guilt from making my Brother pay for my mistakes. Dad said something to me like: "First you lie to your mother, then me, and then you almost let your brother take blame for your actions". "You know what," he said "you lied to all of us and you're gonna get it right here, right now."
Normally the procedure would have been a few spanks immediately, then a formal spanking in private at bedtime. "And I think we're gonna need something special dear," he said to my mom "grab that wooden spoon while I get his pants down". Course my brother was all laughs at this point, with the situation turned on its head, and me being stripped to my underwear. It all happened so fast for me. It really felt like a bad dream. But when that wooden spoon hit my brief clad butt, I was assured that it wasn't a dream. I was spanked till I cried. The spoon sure did hurt but I think Dad was holding back some, why I didn't know.
Then for the more humiliating part of the punishment I was told to continue my sobbing, standing in the corner of the kitchen. I assumed the usual rules were in place, no rubbing your butt or talking. To make it more embarrassing, Dad instructed me to put my nose on the countertop, and not to move. In effect I was bent over the kitchen counter, with my butt sticking out as if ready to receive more spanks, all in view of everybody.
I remained there obediently on display in just my underpants, until dinner was over and dishes were washed. Dad then took me to my room and told me "I know you like TV son, but you disobeyed me and then lied about it. That is why you were spanked at dinner." I nodded, but feeling I wasn't going to get off that easy, "Now I am personally disappointed in you" he said "you are to be setting a better example for your brother." Almost knowing it was coming, I climbed up over his knee. He yanked the briefs down and spanked my bare butt. It hurt. Then he tucked me into bed.
At any rate this still remains in my mind today as "the peanut butter goulash incident".