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This spanking isn't the most memorable, but it definatly sticks out in my mind. It was on a Wednesday evening at Church. I was about 10 or 11. We had just arrived and I saw my friends sitting in a pew by themselves and wanted to sit with them. My mother made it clear that I was to sit with her and my dad. She nudged me into the pew and I sat down and scooted towards the middle. The pastor began speaking and my mom gave me that eyebrow and pointed to the spot next to her. So I scooted closer..by about an inch. Not such a wise move on my part. I suddenly felt my arm being grabbed and I was being pulled closer. Out of embarressment and certainly not wisdom, I yanked my arm from my mother's grasp. Before I knew it I was being escorted down the aisle and out the back door. Not a word was spoken during our journey to the van. Once inside I was bent over the back of the seat and my skirt was pulled up. My mother could give a hard hand spanking ! She made sure she was thorough this time as well. Once I was pleading and sputtering "I'm sorry" the spanking finally stopped. My skirt was pulled back down and we went back inside. When I sat down I knew my face was as red as my stinging bottom !
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