Michelle’s Paddling3

“What did you say?!” my mom barked out. “I…I…I didn’t mean to” I stuttered. “You know better than that! Go get the paddle right now!” she ordered. My eyes began to water as I headed for the house. I went into the kitchen and retrieved the hard, wood paddle. I hoped that my aunt would leave before I returned outside but as I went out the door I saw through my tears that they were both still there. I approached the two ladies, handed mom the paddle and begged her not to spank me. My pleading did no good as she just ordered me to “turn around and bend over on that bench!” I turned around, leaned over and placed my hands on the bench. I was deeply embarrassed to be bent over in front of them like this, with my bottom and thighs presenting such a wonderful target for the paddle.