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| Belinda was spending her vacation in Canada. She decided to spent sometime outdoors. The weather was pretty fine, and Belinda thought that she could go fishing. She didn't noticed the prohibition sign. After she caught the first fish she suddenly heard a voice. She turned around and saw a Native American girl dressed as a girl scout in a canoe. "Miss! The fishing is strictly forbidden in a national park!" she said strictly. "Oh, am I in a national park?" Belinda asked amazedly. |
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| The Indian girl moored her canoe to the waterside and came out. "You're in a big trouble, Miss!" she said "I should call the police!" "Maybe it is not that necessary?" Belinda asked "I did not see the sign! May I just release the fish and go?" "Well, maybe the police is really not so necessary, but I can't just let you go!" the Canadian looked around "Stay to that tree and grab it's branch! Now!" she said strictly. Belinda was scared so she obeyed. The girl scout came closer and pulled down her denim hot pants and panties, uncovering a pair of plump milky-white buttocks. "What do you have in mind?" Belinda asked worryingly. "Oh, you'll see!" the Canadian said, taking Belinda's fishing rod. |
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| Before Belinda got the point, her own fishing rod hardly lands on her fleshy butt, making her scream in pain. The Indian smirked and stroke the German again. The flexible fishing rod stung her owner's bottom just like a school cane. Belinda screamed and howled and jumped and kicked her legs in pain, losing her flip-flops, but the girl scout didn't stop the striping until Belinda's bottom wasn't fully covered with the painful welts. |
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| Finally the Canadian stopped the punishment. "I hope, you learned your lesson, Miss!" she said strictly "I'll take your fishing rod. Have a nice day!" she smirked and swam away in her canoe. Belinda bawled in pain. She sat into her bucket to cool her sore bottom even a bit. |
Breeze on the botty & then she gotten a good Ol' switchin' on the tender bare !
ReplyDeleteI sure do approve already ...& with experience!
Wonderful sequence, Belinda, thank you :-)
One for my memoirs!!
Oh my! For me age 61, this sure brings back a powerful, visceral reminder of my childhood spankings. Especially drawing 2, the ritual of botty baring time :-(
Breeze & goosebumps on the sensitive, white skin!
Born 1959, I was raised in a strict, loving religious family in Georgia. All was jut so princess cute & arch conservative. When me & lil' sis gotten naughty, mommy fetched the botty smacker : a dreaded, whippy-thin, lil' rattan cane AKA "the switch". We convened in the living room. Corporal punishment was just a normal, necessary, routine fact of family life, "in front of God", Belinda. No big fuss.
Rohrstock to bare botty.
Oh my ! We did not hold onto a tree branch already, ha-ha, just put our hands on our heads. Mom deftly & purposefully undid the poppers on our overalls with care, kindness & fierce maternal intention. The overalls fell back (or our cutey 1950s shorts gotten adjusted due South) & then she put her hands aside our waists & pulled our 1950s,conservative, dazzling-white, full-sized cotton panties down to our knees. Voila!
Bent over her knee or over the sofa & with our chubby-soft, fairy-skinned, porcelain-white botties appropriately unprotected & totally bare, we gotten a justified whooping from Hell !! Oh my! We screamed & squawked a bunch & it sure licked us into shape over years.
An unbearable stinging bottom is harmless & necessary Belinda. I raised my own two young daughters (now in their 30s!) with that same lil' rattan cane on their bare backsides when they deserved it. We are just a typical, Southern Church going family.
I especially love all the focus on switchings & canings on your excellent, colourful Blog - so viscerally authentic for me as a Southern Belle & strict, loving mom of yore.
Regards & thanks.
Brenda xx
Thanks for sharing your memories and thoughts :)
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