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The whipping that got her friend's man's attention.

How her spanking me started.

The whipping that had me begging and praying!

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We had had a nasty argument that got pretty heated.

We both said some things we regret, I know, and I'm really sorry, I didn't mean any of them, it was just the heat of the moment," I told her.

"It's way too late for apologizes. Your backside's going to pay this time. I've already called Aunt Melissa."

Oh, baby, please! Not her! Call her back! I'll make it up to you! I'll do anything!

"What you'll do is lie over the end of the bed in your birthday suit while Auntie M makes SURE you're sorry and makes sure you would NEVER mean any of those things."

You didn't tell her what I said!

"All of them. Every single one. Think about that while you're waiting for 1 o'clock."

What? One o'clock?

"That's when I expect her to walk through that door. You'd better start stripping now!"

"And this"

"And THIS!"

"Okay, sweetie, I'm sure he's sorry by now."

"Oh, thanks so much, Auntie!"

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"I think you know the kind of spanking you deserve for a $120 charge at Hooters. I have some work to finish up but will meet you in the shop at 4:30. I expect you to be over the bench with your pants down when I get there. And have the yardstick ready for me."

I was 21 and still in school so my parents were still responsible for my bills and Hooters was not someplace my stepmum liked me going. I guess I didn't think that she would check the name of the restaurant but it was my turn to pay and I guess the bigger bill caught her eye. In any case, her eye caught me!

I had little choice but to go to the shop, lay out the yardstick like she'd ordered, and position myself for a really hard spanking. Probably a long one, too. The number '120' kept echoing in my brain. Could she really give me 120 swats? With the yardstick? It seemed like too much, but would SHE think so?