Spanking Story – Cleaning The Attic
by Zebsaid
Well Doc how did I get into all this spanking stuff? It all started when I was 18 and in high school with my neighbor Valerie. That’s right the one I met and spanked at the party a few weeks ago. I was helping my grandparents who lived next door to Val’s family clean their attic one weekend. As I started to work I noticed that Val’s dad had removed some trees and bushes that gave me a clear view from the attic window into her mother’s second floor bedroom about 10 feet away. I could see and hear everything that went on in there.
I was friends with Val’s younger brother and knew that on this sunny Saturday afternoon in May she was supposed to be at the library working on a final book report. But Valerie bypassed the library on her way to hang out with her friends in the park. In a stroke of bad luck for Valerie, her mom happened to drive by the park and he saw her daughter flirting with a group of boys. I’m sure Valerie would have been embarrassed if her mom had stopped and forced her to leave, but it might have been better for her that way. Instead, Valerie’s mom just drove on by and, set a trap for her at home.
I first perked up from moving boxes around the attic when I heard Val’s mom barge into the bedroom and tell her husband how angry she was that Valerie was flirting with boys instead of studying at the library. I remember her dad trying to calm her mom down, saying maybe there was some good explanation for Valerie’s behavior? Her mom said Valerie better have a good excuse, but she deserved to be grounded for two weeks no matter what. Not only that, Val’s mom fumed, “but I have half a mind to put her over my knee and spank her!” I’ll never forget those words. Val’s mom promised to give Valerie one chance to explain herself, but if Valerie did not tell the truth right away…that was it! I could see Val walking down the block, swaying her hips and acting prissy. My heart was pounding, so I stayed quiet and put. A few minutes later, I heard Valerie bounce round the side of the house where her dad was working and waiting. Her jaw dropped when her father told her to go up to their bedroom and talk to her mother. I watched as she sheepishly opened the bedroom door to talk with her mom.
“How was the library?” her mom asked pointedly, as she opened the window wide and nearly saw me. Valerie looked confused as she tossed her long hair and quipped, “It’s still there.” Val’s mom glared at her and pressed, “Did you get permission to go anywhere but the library?” Valerie was leery, and she murmured “No.” “So you didn’t go anywhere else?” Valerie looked surprised and hesitated, but couldn’t help herself. “No, Mom!.” “Valerie!” her mom scolded, “How dare you lie to me!” All of a sudden, my “prissy” neighbor didn’t look so uppity anymore. Her bottom lip pouted out and her hands drifted back to cover her behind. There was some more discussion at the far end of the room, with Valerie “remembering” she’d stopped to talk to friends, but Val’s mom was angry and scolded her daughter for hanging out with boys without permission. Valerie was looking at her sneakers and apologizing in a low voice. Val agreed with her mom when she said she deserved to be grounded for two weeks. But then Val’s mom said that telling lies was unacceptable and for that she deserved a more old fashioned treatment!
“Nooooo… MOM… Please!” my cute sassy neighbor’s face turned bright red as she looked up, glancing back and forth from her mom to her dad who just entered the room. He stood off to the side, with a grim look. Valerie was dressed in a tight yellow tank-top, a denim mini skirt and sneakers. I could see everything as Val’s mom said, “Oh yes, young lady,” as she placed an armless chair right by the window! Valerie had one hand behind her and one hand over her mouth when her mom grabbed her and led her to the chair. Val’s mom sat down and began unbuttoning the back of Val’s skirt as she sniffled, whined and stamped her feet. Her mom was a powerful, Germanic woman, tall and thin with a great bod. A lock of her pulled back straight, blonde hair fell across her forehead as she began tugging the tight shirt over her daughter’s hips.
“Not here!” Valerie squealed as she looked at her mom, “don’t spank me here!” Being spanked was bad enough, but getting spanked in front of people, even your dad, was the worst. And poor Valerie didn’t even know I was watching her punishment too! Excitement flooded over me as her mom slipped the denim skirt off and tossed it aside. Val stood, trembling knees together, with her small white bikini panties fully exposed. Now both of Valerie’s hands were over her mouth, not quite covering the tiny “nooo… mommy… nooo” she squeaked. Val’s mom put her hand on Valerie’s waist and pulled the young girl over her lap. Val’s slim taught legs came up as her head fell down — that beautiful reddish-brown ponytail falling back over her head to the floor. Val’s mom adjusted the trembling girl’s behind up high in the air and then asked her dad to get, “The brush?”
As her dad left to get the brush, I watched wide eyed as Val’s mom rolled up the sleeve on her loose fitting sundress as she lectured her daughter. Val begged to keep her panties on, but to no avail. With one powerful sweep, her mom yanked and slid her white panties down below her knees! I couldn’t take my eyes off of Val’s bare bottom as I saw how she clenched her legs and bottom together tightly. I heard her moaning, “MOM! Please don’t spank me! Not bare!” and I felt a touch of pity for her laying there so helplessly with her bare bottom high in the air. After pushing the golden lock of hair back behind her ear, Val’s mom began to hand spank her daughter’s bare bottom. One cheek then the other, back and forth. As I was loosening my jeans to make an, ahh adjustment, it seemed her mom glared right at me, smirked, and then proceeded to spank her daughter’s bare bottom even harder. I prayed she hadn’t spotted me, but I quickly peeked again as I heard Val’s high-pitched squeals as the girl struggled to get up. I watched her mom grab her arm, pin it behind her back, and force the girl back down over her lap.
Val instantly stopped her pleading and held perfectly still for about 10 hard spanks, which left pink marks on her smooth white bottom. Valerie held still, before tossing her head back and whimpering, “I’m sorry. please mom? That’s enough… Okay?” Val’s mom stopped spanking and Valerie sighed and sort of slumped down a bit. Just then, her dad walked back into the room holding a wide wooden hair brush. Poor Val didn’t realize what was happening until she saw her mom accepting the brush from her dad. Then she burst into tears, ” No! You can’t! Mom! PLEASE! Don’t spank me like this! Dad don’t let her!” But Val’s mom adjusted the sassy teen over her knee and once more and began gently patting the back of the brush against her bare bottom and lecturing, “Hush up you brat! You should have thought of this before you went to that park and before you lied to me about it!” Val was crossing her ankles and clinching her bottom under the brush as I heard her first soft sobs. “Please no not the brush… Maaa..”
“Noooooo… ” Val wailed as she felt her mother lift the brush high. I watched Val clench her buttocks and stick her legs out straight behind her as the first WHACK! landed. SMACK! WHACK! CRACK TWHACK! Val’s mom slapped the brush all over the young girl’s bare behind. Val gasped with each spank and tried to keep her legs shut, just giving little kicks with her feet. WHACK! SMACK! SNAP! That brush sounded loud as it bounced off the girl’s jiggling cheeks, leaving bright red spots growing all over. I jumped back again and nearly tripped over my jeans when I saw Val lift her head high, straining to look back out the window, her tear-filled eyes wide and her mouth twisted in a frown. The brush rose up and flashed down, bringing a fresh wail from Val. From then on Val’s mom was totally in control as she spanked her errant daughter thoroughly… 8, 9, 10… I counted to myself as poor Val dissolved further into tears with each spank, sobbing, gasping… “Mom! Stop!” She began kicking and bringing her sneakers up as close to her burning behind for protection.
Val’s mom instantly put her muscular leg over Val’s thin developing ones, pinning her tighter, and then continued… SMACK WHACK SLAP.. . Val doubled her cries, twisting her cherry red bottom as much as she could and squealing “MAAAA! NOOOOAAAA! Mommm pleasee!” with each SNAP SLAP TWHACK. At about 20 spanks her mom stopped and the only sound I heard was Val sobbing and begging “no more… gawd… oh… no more” Val’s mom demanded, “Are you sorry now?” And she instantly yelped, “Yes… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” “Sorry for what?” Val’s mom asked and at the same time whipped the brush down with a hard, SMACK! Val just bellowed for a few seconds, and her mother just watched as Val caught her breath and gasped, “I’m sorry for going to the park… ”
WHACK! Val’s mom spanked again and continued the question and answer period for about seven more spanks, then she readjusted her daughter and raised the brush high…Valerie burst into sobbing as the fiery spanking ignited her defenseless bare bottom. Ten, 15 more spanks landed. She bucked and bellowed, squirmed and screamed as her mom spanked away with the back of the brush. By the end, Val was kicking her feet and legs in every direction and I was seeing more than I could of dreamed of seeing, especially during the last six spanks, three on each of Val’s wide-open thighs.
And when the spanking was finally over, the show wasn’t. As Val’s mom let her up, the well-spanked teenager did a wild dance around the room, clutching her scorched fanny and bawling. She turned around and around, sobbing. While I got glimpses of her small patch of reddish brown pubic hair, I realized I’d enjoyed myself from a spanking for the very first time. My pleasure continued as I sat there listening to the follow-up lecture from her parents. I stared at Val’s fiery red cheeks as she stood with her nose in the bedroom corner, her bare bottom exposed for me to gaze at, and well… So you see Doc, that afternoon got spanking into my blood. Over the years, I’ve had many opportunities to partake in the practice on both the giving as receiving end. I even had a few more episodes with my neighbor Val. But those are other stories for other times.
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