The following (story c5) is the 5th in series of my spanking experiences as a CHILD. Comments to: gr_anderson@hotmail. com
I was cuddled up in my sleeping bag, inside a tent with my brother, after our first day of a family camping trip. I was wearing soft cotton PJ bottoms, without a top, to stay comfortable in the warm summer weather. My skin felt soft and protected, and my mind was clear.
Just as I was beginning to enjoy a peaceful outdoor sleep, I heard my mother's scream followed by the yelling of my name with an expression that meant nothing but big trouble. I heard her scurry out of her tent and run across the campsite.
My body, relaxed and calm, moved to a state of shock when she unzipped the door grabbed both of my shoulders, and began to pull. My body began to slide out of the soft vinyl sleeping bag as I was pulled through the door of the tent. As she continued to drag me on my back the rough turf of the ground began to scrape along my previously comforted body.
Mom began to stand up as she pulled; raising my shoulders, and causing my pajama bottoms to be pulled down to my ankles. Luckily I had a pair of my white cotton briefs underneath which now picked up the pine needles and dirt as I was dragged out to my final position.
When the dragging stopped, I started to come out of a state of shock and began to become aware of my surroundings. Mom was very angry, my brother was peeping through the door of our tent, peering over towards me waiting to see what would happen.
My eyes swept around the parts of the campground that I could see in my restrained position, to see if anyone was watching the scene, and seeing me in my childish underwear with small hairs on my pre-teen legs. I figured some of the kids I had been playing with earlier in the day were hearing and/or watching. The feeling of embarrassment was overwhelming. Almost as bad as what I knew would come next.
Just then my attention turned to my father. He ran out of his tent in his boxer shorts and through a slithering snake out into the bush. I had really done it this time. If looks could kill, I would have died right then by the looks of my mom and dad.
My father said something like, let me take care of him. Then he pulled me up on to a hard wood picnic table, with my nice round ten-year-old bum sticking out. I took a deep breath as I felt the air current of his hand being raised. Then the blow hit and it was as if receptors from all parts of my buttocks felt the pain. Spank after spank landed on my bum, and the whole thing was on display like a museum exhibit.
When the pain passed a certain point the tears began to drip and then I cried out like a baby. The ordeal went on until the crying time lasted a few minutes, and nearly everyone around was watching. My bum on fire, my pride was hurt, and my esteem shamed I ran into my tent.
My face red, and tear soaked. My bum red, and almost visible through my tightly woven underpants. I passed the rest of my pain in private. I would think twice before accepting a dare to put a small snake in mom's sleeping bag again.
The next day mom told my that I was lucky. Though, I failed to see how I was even remotely lucky, she said would have used a spanking stick, and done it on my bare bum. My little brother and the other kids around the campground kept joking me about the whole thing. To my disappointment the kid that dared me in the first place, had convinced his parents to switch campgrounds the next morning, and he was nowhere to be found. Some revenge would have felt so nice.