She also did not spank in her usual group of 12 swats.
I don’t know how many I got, but I would estimate it was well past 60 and she painted every inch of my bum, top and bottom, and the tops of my thighs with the slipper.
I could see Lisa’s legs occasionally scissor-kick and I know I was squirming and bucking myself toward the end, letting out the occasional yelp as the slipper met the tops of my thighs.
I am not sure of the duration, but it was probably a good sound three minutes we spent over our moms’ knees and it was one of the lengthiest spankings I remember getting.
When we were finally told we could stand up, we each hopped up and down and rubbed our stinging bottoms, no longer concerned about modesty or embarrassment.

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