My Preparation The lecture renewed. Oh how well she described what I had done wrong and what was about to happpen! My tears started anew and I tried a little pleading but I knew it was to no avail. Never did mother bare my bottom, put me over her lap, then let me up unsmacked! As she lectured she started to turn my skirt up. My hands landed on hers, but she stopped, reached for the hairbrush, and I quickly withdrew. I know only to well what a crack on the knuckles feels like from that brush! I watch wided eyed as my skirt is raised and my panties are exposed! Today I am wearing my green serge school knickers, elasticated waist and legs, that leave a thin red line around the tops of my thighs and around my waist! The type of panties I am wearing is inconsequential, whether they be cotton, nylon or serge- they will be coming down! Not like my best friend Jill. She gets spanked too, but by her father mostly. He takes her over his lap, and smacks over her skirt or slacks, or at worst lifts her skirt or takes down her slacks and smacks her bottom over her panties. She says she has never had a bare bottomed spanking! She says it is just as sore over panties, and besides she thinks her father smacks harder than my mother, but I don’t believe her! With my skirt high above my waist, mother then turned her attention to my panties, and I felt her cold fingers scrabble between my stomach and the elasticated waist. Normally I am very ticklish-but not this time! Slowly, oh so slowly she ‘talked’ them down, unhooking where they were caught up between my thighs. As long as I live I will never forget the feeling on my thighs and lower legs from the garment as it was lowered. The waft of cool air blowing over my exposed cheeks. That feeling of total helplessness as I stare down over my naked hips, thighs and legs, at the tangle of material around my ankles! I don’t care what Jill says!- getting your panties down is a huge deal!- maybe worse than the spanking itself!