Not easy being 18 years old | Babysitter Spanking

[romper19]

The day following my 18th birthday my parents were going to dinner which meant that they were getting me a babysitter. I pouted and argued for over an hour with my mom before dad threatened to apply the strap. I grew up in a predominately southern area where parents are stricter when it comes to hardcore discipline.

I was in my room putting on my pajamas when a plan came to my head! Since it was a babysitter I guarantee i can get away with any of my naughty ramblings and arguments. What a great way to spend my night if I’m not allowed to hang out with friends!

The doorbell rang downstairs and I quickly looked to see who my parents had chosen. I heard my father notify her of my defiance and she laughed it off. My parents got together their final belongings before leaving.

I laid watching yet another teen movie. She asked me why i hadn't come down or responded to her when she asked if she could come in. I looked at her and gave her a snobby look and told her to piss off. She looked angry for a second but then a calm wave overtook her and she accepted and shut the door.

I waited in my room, a bit angry still and wondered if my dad would apply the strap when he came home or moms dreaded hand spanking because of this plan. Something that has not happened to me for months but for some reason have that “about to get spanked” feeling from either of them. I decided to walk downstairs and apologize when I heard her on the phone with someone. I focused and tried to hear what was being made out.

I stood there for what seemed like eternity until she noticed me. She looked and saw me. Immediately I knew it was my parents on the phone because she said “I’ll take care of this now.” I knew what that meant and it was not good. It meant a spanking and I don’t know how this will turn out.

The next thing I realized was that she had hung up on the phone and asked me to walk over to her. She quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me to the chair. She put me over her knee and began stinging my backside of my pj’s and old fashioned hand spanking. I started struggling as she pinned my legs and held my right hand, preventing it from jerking. I knew I was in for an experienced baby sitter spanking. I heard her grab something, looked back, and instantly knew I was in for a hairbrushing. I squirmed, yelled, pleaded; the whole deal. Nothing would stop the connection of the bathbrush and my behind.

I held tight to the bottom legs of the chair and held my breath as smacks made contact with my rear exposed buttocks with stings worse than a thousand bees. My tears started dripping onto to the floor as i pleaded i was sorry and didn't mean to upset her. She continued to constantly leave stinging contact with the bottom part of my bottom - or the sitting spot -

I had no idea i was going to experience a punishment like this! She held me in position and allowed me to cry for a bit. She told me to get up so she could apply lotion to my tender butt. I complied and walked into the bathroom and slowly lowered my PJ bottoms, my thong slowly appeared black and blue was all i could make out of my already throbbing spanked butt.

I cried and walked downstairs and asked her if she could please keep the bathbrush spanking technique from my parents because it was the most painful I’d experienced thus far. What I was about to hear would affect me for the next few years dreadfully. She looked me in the eyes and softly said "your father purchased the bathbrush in case something like this came up.