Hi, my name is Michelle and this is one of my "real life" experiences.I hope you enjoy it; I am rather curious what folks think about mystory. I was raised on a farm and knew the meaning of hard work. Ihelped my Mom around the house, helped some with the livestock and whenI got old enough, drove the truck when we loaded hay. My parents werehard-working, conservative and religious. My grandfather (my mother'sdad) was a preacher. I may have been a girl and an only child but I wascertainly not spoiled. My parents believed in the phrase, "spare therod and spoil the child." Actually, it was a paddle, not a rod! The paddle was made of wood and was about a foot and a halflong. It was kept on top of the refrigerator in the kitchen. I rememberseveral occasions when I felt that hard wood smack my bottom and thesearing pain that radiated across my rear. One of the most embarrassingspankings I got came when I was twelve years old; it was also one ofthe last ones I got. My mom and I were outside shucking corn. Often I wore a plain,cotton dress but sometimes I wore slacks and at times I was allowed towear shorts. This particular day I had on shorts. My favorite aunt haddropped by and she was talking with us as we sat in the shade of pecantrees, me on a small bench and my mom in a chair. As I pulled back a shuck to expose the ear, a HUGE worm wasinside. Now, finding a worm was no big deal but this one was fat andyucky! Before I knew what I was doing I hollered "OH GOD!" except Istretched out the syllables a bit. As soon as I said it I knew I was inbig trouble. "What did you say?!" my mom barked out. "I...I...I didn'tmean to" I stuttered. "You know better than that! Go get the paddleright now!" she ordered. My eyes began to water as I headed for thehouse. I went into the kitchen and retrieved the hard, wood paddle. Ihoped that my aunt would leave before I returned outside but as I wentout the door I saw through my tears that they were both still there. Iapproached the two ladies, handed mom the paddle and begged her not tospank me. My pleading did no good as she just ordered me to "turn around and bendover on that bench!" I turned around, leaned over and placed my handson the bench. I was deeply embarrassed to be bent over in front of themlike this, with my bottom and thighs presenting such a wonderful targetfor the paddle. I didn't have time to think long before the paddleswung through the air and landed firmly across the middle of bothcheeks. "OWWWW!" I shrieked and both hands flew around to rub the stingout of my rear. "Bend Over!!" my mom yelled and once more my hands went down. This timethe paddle struck just below the imprint of the first one, on the lowercheeks of my rear. WHACKKKKK! I hollered again and jumped up to rubfrantically. I began to cry and once again beg her to stop. My butt wason fire from just those two licks but there were more to come. "Moveyour hands!" she commanded but I just couldn't. "No, Mom, pleassssee,no more...." I cried, still covering myself. The paddle suddenly struckagain, this time across the top of my left leg, just below my shorts. Ireally screamed then! My mom grabbed my left arm and held it out of theway as she swung the wood paddle again, this time striking my rightleg, in that tender area just below my butt. "OWWWWWW!!, OH MOM, STOP, PLEASE!" I sobbed through my tears. I washollering, crying and running around her in a circle as she held metight and smacked my legs with the paddle. After three licks to my legs, I assumed somewhat of a squattingposition with my hands grasping my upper legs which were on fire. Thatleft my bottom once again exposed and the paddle found an area that ithad missed, just above where the first smack had left its imprintacross the middle of my butt. During this time I heard a vehicle go by on the road, only aboutfifteen yards from where I was getting my butt tore up. I remember theadded embarrassment thinking it was probably someone who knew me, maybeeven a classmate at school. I received about eight licks with thepaddle that day and was ordered inside to wash my face. I went to thebathroom and washed but I also pulled my shorts and panties to my kneesand looked behind me into the full length mirror. My butt and upperthighs were fiery red and bruises had already appeared. The markscontrasted sharply with my light complexion. Then I heard my momtelling me to finish and get back outside, that I had work to finish. Ireturned and finished shucking the corn. Needless to say, I stood up tofinish my work. I was deeply embarrassed to have been paddled outsideand in front of people but that wasn't the end. When my Dad got in fromthe field I was inside but still hadn't had time to change clothes. Mominformed him of the infraction as I lowered my head and slightly turnedaway. Of course, he could see where the paddle had left its marks on mylegs. I then had to turn around and lower my shorts and panties justbelow my bottom for him to see. He made a comment that it appeared Ihad learned my lesson and that was the end of that. I hurriedly pulledthem back up and went to my room to cry again. At dinner that night I had to sit down but it sure wasn't easy!I did not wear shorts for awhile after that because I didn't wantanyone to see my bruised legs. That was the last time I got the paddlebut not the last time I got spanked. My Dad whipped me one time laterwith his belt and much later, after I got married, I got severalspanking from my husband. Maybe you want to know about these otherspankings? My email is MAMinSE@aol.com if you want to comment. The End