Stephie came back with the naughty spoon. After taking it from her, I grabbed Chris, pulled down his pants and undies, and over my knee he went. He was already crying before I went to work. I gave him an initial dozen and then told the girls: “Go get the chairs.”
They knew what I meant and soon returned with two wooden stools. I had learned that the most effective way to spank the twins was for them to take turns across Mommy’s lap. While one was spanked, the other sat on their freshly spanked bum. Then they’d switch. At the end, I knew I’d have two well spanked butts roasting on those chairs. Chris was done with ‘part one’ now, so I sternly took him off my lap and roughly put his rosy butt on that hard chair. He wailed but didn’t dare move – I saw the discomfort in his eyes.
Steven went over my lap next, and I started spanking his little bottom without a word. I slapped him hard from the beginning, knowing he was being defiant. Smack, smack, smack! He tried to be brave but his whimpering gave him away. After a while, he finally began crying: “Ow, Mommy, I’m sorry! No more!”