Shopping for a spanking

Being from a military family, my mother used to shop at the commissary about once a month and really stock up on the groceries. It was about an hour drive from our home, so it was really a long day of shopping.

My mother shopped exceptionally slowly, always comparing prices on everything and taking her sweet time to do it. I used to go with her and became increasingly bored at the length of time it all took. One time that I went with her really stands out in my mind.

She was shopping at a snail’s pace and I was complaining and becoming increasingly rude with my comments. I can remember pushing at her to ‘just pick one’ and get on with it. I must have been making her increasingly mad but I paid no attention to it. After what seemed like hours, we finally finished our shopping and drove the long ride home.

After we returned home, we had tons of bags to bring in from the car, and then the long chore of putting everything away. As soon as we got home, I remember saying that I was going to take the dog for a walk. Being as the dog had her own fenced-in yard, it was not necessary to take her for walks and it was something I hardly ever did anyway.

My mother told me that I could not take the dog for a walk as I was to help her with the groceries. I started whining about how she never let me do anything I wanted to do. At that point, my mother must have had enough. She ordered me to my room and told me that I would receive a spanking.

A spanking! I was 15 and hadn’t had one in years, and certainly felt that I was above all that. My mother informed me that I was not above a spanking and that I would get one. I ran to my room and locked the door. I was so nervous and embarrassed. I felt sure that I could talk her out of it.

A couple of hours passed that I sat in my room contemplating my fate. I considered fighting her, or refusing to unlock the door even though I knew my mother had a key. I knew if I didn’t obey that when my father returned from work, that he would kill me, so I knew that I had to co-operate.

My mother finally came and knocked on my door. She tried the door handle and finding it locked, she told me that I had better unlock it right away. I did and she came into my room.

I tried apologising and even tried whining that it wasn’t fair. All I felt that I had done was to ask to take the dog for a walk. I felt that I had done nothing wrong. My mother wouldn’t hear of it though. She told me to take my jeans and panties down and to lay over the bed. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. I told her that I would not take down my pants.

This only made her madder. She told me that if I didn’t do it that when my father got home, he would give me the belt. With no other choice, I unsnapped my jeans and pulled them and my panties down. She commanded me to lie over the bed and I did so.

Sitting on the bed beside me, she began to spank my bare bottom. She only used her hand, but boy could she hit! I began to cry, more from the embarrassment than from the pain. After spanking me for a few minutes, she stood up to leave the room and told me I was to stay in my room for the rest of the day.

That was the last time I was ever spanked, but it has sure stuck in my mind. It was one of the most embarrassing things that I have ever gone through.

Contributor: Randolph

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