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It was the spring of 1962. I remember that vividly, because it was just
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before eighth grade graduation, and just after I had received my
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acceptance to the high school of my choice. To make matters perfect,
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Frank...the year-older, major crush of my life...had finally asked me out.
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It was going to be my first date...and believe me, it was bought at great
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price!
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Dad didn't want to let me go on single dates until I was 15. But Mom
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talked and talked to him, convincing him that even though I was only 12 ,
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I was very mature and responsible, and that Frank was a nice boy. We had
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known Frank's family forever, so Dad couldn't pretend he wasn't sure of
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Frank's credentials. It was just that Frank was so tall for his age that
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he seemed older than 14. Finally Dad relented under continuous pressure
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from Mom and me, and the date was accepted!
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We were only going to a school play...it was being presented at the high
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school to which I had been accepted. The school was only six blocks
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away...so there wasn't even any need to worry about transportation. Frank
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and I could take the shortcut through the park, and be there and home in a
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flash. The play was scheduled to end at 10:50PM, with the walk, and maybe
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a quick stop for a lime phosphate at Sullivan's, I was to be home by
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11:30. I wrinkled my nose at that, but Dad was firm.
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"Your Mother and I are going to let you go, Darla, but there are rules to
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follow, and you will obey them, do you understand?"
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"Yes, Daddy," I sighed.
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"We trust you to be a good girl and we trust Frank to see that the rules
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are obeyed also...all right?"
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"Yes, Daddy, yes Mom." I rolled my eyes and left the room.
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The date was the next week, and I was in a flurry of anticipation. Mom
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helped me pick what to wear, showed me how to put on my first lipstick,
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held my hand and calmed my nerves. When the big night arrived, and Frank
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rang the doorbell, I nearly jumped out of my skin in fright! Frank looked
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so handsome in his dark suit, and he even brought me a little nosegay...he
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said he wanted everything to be nice. (I think his Mother made him, but I
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never asked...especially after what happened.)
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It was a warm spring evening, and I was on Cloud 9 as we walked through
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the park to the school. The play? I have no idea what it was about, or
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whether it was entertaining. What I remember was the heat from Frank's
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body, and wondering if he was going to try to kiss me, and if he did..what
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should I do?
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I also remember that they held the curtain because one of the lead girls
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had the flu, and the nun who was directing stepped out onto the stage to
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tell us that another girl would be playing her part. It took about 15
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minutes for all of that, so the play didn't end till 11:05. We were
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caught in the press of the crowd leaving, and were separated for a while,
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finally finding one another in the vestibule of the school's theatre.
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Frank grabbed my arm and steered me out the side door.
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"Whew! What a crowd!" I exclaimed, struggling to straighten my wrap.
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"No kidding...want to go to Sulivan's?" he asked, looking down at me with
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shining eyes. "We'll just have a quick soda or something...it's not our
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fault the play was late, right?"
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"Um, yes, right," I stammered, not at all sure that it was, but not
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wanting my evening with Frank cut short. We raced to the local soda shop,
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only four blocks away, and Frank ordered for both of us. I nearly
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swooned, I thought that was so romantic!
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I forgot all about the time...I was busy studying Frank's eyes, his smile,
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the way his hand clenched and unclenched around the base of the soda
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glass. Not until he glanced up at the clock behind me and I saw his face
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go white that I was brought back to reality with a sickening thud.
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12:10AM, said the clock.
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Frank tossed money on the table, grabbed my hand, and pulled me from the
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booth.
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"Your parents are going to kill me" he stuttered, "and then MY parents are
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going to kill me!" We raced the two blocks to my house...I was relieved
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to see that all the lights weren't on. Just the porch light and a dim one
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in the living room...Mom must have left it on so I wouldn't stumble. We
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were standing on the bottom step, saying a hurried goodnight (no thought
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of a kiss now!) when the screen door banged open, startling us both.
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"Darla! Frank! Come in here please!"
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It was my Mother...I had almost expected to see Dad, so I was even more
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surprised. My stomach clenched. I knew this wasn't going to be good.
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In a moment we were standing in the dim living room. The ottoman from
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Dad's easy chair was in the center of the room, and I thought that was
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odd. Mom was an "everything in its place" person. Mom looked like a
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thundercloud.
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"Darla..."
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"Mom, before you say anything, I just want to tell you that the play was
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late, and then..."
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"And then you went on to Sullivan's, even though you had promised me you
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would obey your curfew!. Darla, I thought you knew I went to bat for you
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with Daddy on this! I stood up for you, I told Daddy you were mature
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enough to go on this date, and..."
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"Mrs. Davidson," Frank broke in, "it really wasn't..." She turned on him in
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a fury.
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"Young man, I have already spoken to your parents. Forty minutes ago, in
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fact. They are in perfect agreement with my decisions in this matter, and
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they will elaborate when you get home." I saw Frank's adam's apple move as
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he gulped.
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"In the meantime, I am going to deal with Darla, and you are going to
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listen in to what you have in store. I want you to march over to that
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corner of the room, young man, turn around and face the wall!" Frank
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looked startled, but slowly did as he was told, muttering "Yes, Ma'am" as
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he went. My cheeks had started to flame as I began to put this all
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together...the ottoman, the "deal with Darla" phrase. I had heard that
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dreaded phrase before, but it had been about 6 months ago, and I had sworn
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an oath that it would be the last time. The hideous humiliation of what
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my Mother planned began to sink in.
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"Oh, Mom, oh no...you can't, you wouldn't, not with Frank, Mom no,
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please..." She had taken my wrist and was pulling me over toward the
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ottoman. She stopped in front of it and took me by the shoulders.
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"Listen to me, Darla. I trusted you to act like a young woman, and
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instead you acted like a selfish, spoiled, self-centered child. I stood
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up for you, and you let me down. It is plain to me that you ARE still a
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child, as Daddy said, and when I admitted that to him, he let me choose
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the method of your punishment." With that, she reached up onto the mantle
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and pulled down the oval wooden paddle used only on very special
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occasions. I was horrified, glancing at Frank's back and my Mother's
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scowling face. Suddenly, I was six again.
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"Mommy, no, please...I'll do anything, I'll be grounded for a year. I
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won't date till I'm a senior, Mom, please, no...please don't paddle me!"
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I was desperately embarrassed in front of Frank, and I had to try to plead
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my way out of it. To no avail. Mom grabbed my wrist again, and in a
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flash I was across her knees with my skirt up to my waist.
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"Panties down, young lady. You are going to be paddled like a little girl
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if that's how you're going to act!" I wailed in misery as she grabbed the
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waistband of my new white nylon panties and pulled them down as far as my
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stocking garters would allow. I closed my eyes and prayed to die right
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then. How could I ever face Frank again? I felt her raise her right arm.
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"Mommy!" I begged, sobbing freely, "Mommy please no, I'm sorry, Mommy,
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please don't..OWOWOWOW!!!!" I screamed as the wooden paddle came down hard
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across both wiggling cheeks.
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CRACK WHACK CRACK SPANK CRACK!!!! A flurry of hard spanks with the paddle,
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steady and rhythmical, rained down on my bare bottom. All
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self-consciousness gone, I shrieked and kicked my legs, begging for her to
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stop. She held me tighter and continued, paddling my bottom bright red
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and the tops of my tender thighs a matching shade. I was sobbing and
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chanting
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"Mommy, Mommy, please no more, please, I'll be a good girl, I learned my
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lesson, Mommy, please????? Thrashing and kicking, I tried to wiggle away
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from the paddle, and only succeeded in prolonging my punishment. When at
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last she stopped, I was limp and my bottom was scarlet. She held me over
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her knees for a bit, patting my behind and asking if I had learned
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anything about obedience.
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"Yes, Mommy, I'm sorry I was bad, and let you down. It will never happen
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again!" I sobbed. She pulled my panties up.
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"Darla, I suspect you HAVE learned something tonight, and I also suspect
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you are wondering how you will ever face Frank again, isn't that right?"
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I blushed deeply and nodded.
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"Darla, I want you to take Frank's corner. When she gets there, young
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man, I want you to come over here to me." this last part to Frank, who
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spun around looking horrified. I didn't even care that he saw me anymore,
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I was as shocked as he was. Mom couldn't mean that...
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"I told you I spoke to your parents, Francis, and they were completely
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approving of my decision." I glanced at Frank, who was as white as a
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sheet. I guessed he'd never been spanked in his life, and that he had
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been utterly shocked by what he had just heard happen to me!
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"Darla Lynn, go to the corner. When Frank is here with me, you may pull
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your panties down again and STAY in the corner with your nose to the wall
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for a half-hour, is that clear?"
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"Yes, Mommy!" I whispered as I traded places with Frank, careful not to
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look up at him. I heard him cross the carpet.
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"Young man, you are equally responsible for what happened tonight, and
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therefore you should share equally in the punishment!"
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"Ma'am?" he started to interrupt. I winced.
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"Do not interrupt me, Francis. I have known your parents a long time.
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They are horrified at your behavior, and we are in agreement that a good
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paddling might be just what you need! Take your pants down, young man!"
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Silence.
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"If I have to do it for you, you will get twice what Darla got...is that
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clear?"
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"Yes, Ma'am" he sputtered, and I heard his belt come unbuckled.
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"Good. Now we'll preserve your modesty for the moment. Bend over my
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knee, Francis. NOW!!"
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"Yes, Ma'am!" His voice cracked as if he were about to cry, and I heard
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the swish of material that meant my Mother had hiked her skirt up and
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settled Frank across her knees.
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"Now then, lift your belly for me a little, young man. Those underpants
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are coming down, so that you can feel the sting of the paddle on your bare
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fanny, understand?" I think Frank was in shock. I heard his little "Yes,
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Ma'am" and the softest sound of briefs being lowered. I blushed furiously
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at the thought of my Frank across my Mother's knees with his pants down.
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Now we were even! He could never tell about me, because I would tell
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about him!
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"Let this be a lesson to you, young man. When you give your word, you
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KEEP your word!" With that she raised the paddle and delivered a volley
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of hard spanks to Frank's bare bottom.
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CRACK WHACK CRACK CRACK WHACK SPANK !!!!!! Frank tried to take it like a
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man, but by the fifth crack with the paddle across his bare behind, he
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began howling and pleading like I had!
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"No, please, Mrs. Davidson, please, no more...Oh OH! it stings,
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please...I'll never do it again!!! OW OWOW OOOOOWWWWWWW!!!"
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I flinched as I pictured him bucking his bottom over Mom's knee...I knew
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how badly that paddle stung! When she finished, I heard him sobbing as I
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had, and my Mother's comforting voice.
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"I hope you learned your lesson, young man, because there will be no
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repeats of your behavior tonight, do you understand me?"
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"Yes, Ma'am!" he cried.
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"Now get those pants up and get home. I think your Father has something
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to say to you, Francis!" I heard his wild scramble to get up and get
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dressed, and the screen door bang as he left.
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"When your corner time is up, Darla, you may go to bed. We'll discuss
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this further in the morning!"
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"Yes, Mommy!" I wept softly, still rubbing my burning 12 year old bottom.
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