Back in my latter formative years my parents took a three-week trip to Europe, and during that time I stayed with my neighbours, who were good friends with my folks. They had two daughters, one called Christy of whom I knew particularly well, as we were dating. Christy’s had an older sister “Alexa” who was ready to head off to college that fall.
Anyway, one day Christy received permission to take the family car and go to the mall with me. We both had our driver’s license and the mall was the place to go to see others, and be seen. We had a great time but didn’t pay attention to the time and we quickly realised that we were over an hour late getting home. Cell phones were not a thing back then, so we raced back to the car and Christy tossed me the keys to drive us back to the house.
As I pulled into the driveway, we were met by Christy’s mother. She was steaming with anger, firstly because we were late but secondly, I was driving the car instead of Christy.
As we got out of the car, she just pointed to the door of the house and said: “Family room!” Christy immediately began to cry and I followed her into the house. As we entered the house, her mother called out to Alexa that she needed her help – that made Christy sob even louder as we walked down the stairs into the basement.
Once in the family room, her mother grabbed both of us by the shoulder and told us we were in big trouble. Then she said: “This is going to be a day you won’t forget as long as you live. Alexa – get them ready!”
Christy frantically begged her mother not to punish us together, pleading that it would never happen again, but her mother replied: “If you keep that up, Christy, you’ll find out exactly where your protests will get you!”
Christy begged piteously but Alexa unsnapped her bra and pulled it away from her chest. My eyes were probably as wide as saucers as my girlfriend’s breasts, which I had certainly touched but never seen, were revealed. Her tits were the size of large oranges and she had small dark nipples that were as hard as rocks.
That wasn’t the only thing getting hard, as Alexa completed stripping her sister by pulling down her panties, leaving my love in her birthday suit in front of me.
Christy screamed as her mother came back into the room with a jokari paddle. “No, Mother, please – not that!” Christy’s mother took no notice but sat down on a chair, then Alexa more or less dragged her sister to their mother’s waiting lap.
Then the first blow of the paddle landed on her bottom and Christy screamed at the sting. Alexa held on to her tightly, smiling sadistically as she did so. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help myself – as I watched my girlfriend’s paddling, my own hands on my head as previously instructed.
The spanking was hard and fast, and Christy was kicking her legs with the pain.
After what seemed like forever (probably for both of us) Christy’s movements lessened under the repeated paddle strokes until she just lay there limp over her mother’s lap.
Finally it was over – Alexa helped her bawling sister to her feet and put her against the wall, facing outward.
Then I heard: “Bring him here!” Alexa grabbed my arm and took me over to Christy’s mother. Her mother smirked
but it did not deter her from putting me over her lap like a small child.
Alexa kneeled down and took hold of my wrists.
Then I heard a loud crack and the pain ripped through my bottom as the paddle made contact. I gasped and just looked at Alexa, who had a big grin on her face. The spanking for me was given in two sets. The first had me crying like a baby and the pain in my butt was terrible. It stopped for about a minute as I was repositioned over Christy’s mother’s lap and I just lay there and sobbed.
Then the paddling started again and I will always remember how Alexa was breathing hard and smiling – it obviously made a massive impact on her to watch me suffer and hear me scream as the paddle landed on my bottom. When I finally stopped struggling, the spanking stopped after about 15 more swats.
Alexa helped me stand up, and I grabbed my butt frantically, trying to lessen the pain.
As I stood against the wall, also facing outward and trying to compose myself. Finally, I was was sent to my room.
The throbbing pain was incredible but as lay on the bed face down, I eventually managed to fall asleep.
My backside was sore for about three days and the bruises lasted about a week. I was so shamed by the experience that for a few days I could barely bear to look Christy in the eye, but she was clearly as embarrassed as I was.
Then, one day, just before my parents returned from their trip, Christy and I found ourselves alone in the house at last. As we sat on the coach,
With a gleam in her eye, Christy ordered me to stand up and before I knew it she had pulled the jokari paddle from behind her. I stood submissively in front of her
Christy put me over her lap and gave me a spanking that wasn’t all that hard, but was still enough to make me soft and cry a little. Then she pushed me off her lap and left me standing there for a few minutes.
Before we both moved away to college ourselves, we each gave each other several doses of the paddle.
Christy’s mother had been right – we both never forgot the paddling she gave us that day.
