Childhood Games

John sav@aol.com

While growing up in a small southern town, my friends and I often played the spanking game.  The idea was to see who would be the first to receive a bare bottom spanking.  One afternoon, my friend Bill suggested we play the game in his garage.  We knew no one was home, so we went to the garage.  Our friend Charles was the first to have his pants and underpants pulled down so we might all take a whack at his bare bottom.  By the time we had all spanked him, a visible handprint was on his young bottom.  Just as he was  pulling up his pants, the garage door opened and in walked his mother.  She could not believe what she saw.  We tried to explain what was happening in our own youthful way, but she would not hear it.  She marched all three of us into the house and we waited nervously while our mothers were called.  Would you believe they all gave her permission to punish us as she saw fit.  A few minutes later, we were all laying on her queen size bed, our pants pulled ! way down and our little eight year old bare bottoms turned upright, ready for her infamous wooden spoon.  The slaps on our bare skin and the wails from our mouths could be heard for miles.  I had never had my bottom spanked so hard.  When it was over, we slowly pulled up our pants, but none of us could sit.  When I got home, my father marched me upstairs, told me to pull down my pants and underpants and proceeded to give me his own whipping.  That was the last time I played those games with my friends.