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POV is a powerful tool in creating a word picture to illustrate the spanking scene in your story. In a spanking scene there are 3 possible points of view that matter. These are the spanker, the spankee, and a witness.

If writing in the third person the author can use all three. But there is a way around that. This enabled the use of multiple first person s including spanker, spankee and witnesses as well as the interviewer as a third person speaker. Then she would get up and the next would take her place.

On the next round it would be 3 licks; next round 3 licks again, and the final round, 2 licks. The she asked them to get into the order they wanted. Christy was first, Kim, second then Audrey. I bent over and grabbed the handles in front of me.

I realized that as I did, the pad in front made my rear end jut out and made my panties stretch out even more.

I felt like Hoffman could see everything. It was so humiliating.

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She whipped her arm down and there was a loud splat! A second later she sort of hissed, like she was sucking in air through her teeth. I could see two red bands even under the panties. It was a hot burning pain. She took her place at the bench, bent over and arched her bottom upwards and waited. Brooks gave her two taps then delivered the first stroke.

Kim gasped and threw her head back, gritting her teeth in pain. This was so much worse. She bent over and stuck her behind out, really stretching the thin material of the panties across her cheeks. Dana Brooks wasted no time and lined up the paddle then delivered a first searing crack followed by two a few seconds later. It was pure fire on my butt and I squealed.

It was everything I could do to hang on.

By all s they acquitted themselves bravely, but by the second round as each girl left the bench, their hands frantically attempted to rub the sting away before that girl had to present her bottom again for the next round. Eyes were starting to look a little red. I knew the paddle stung dreadfully, but it looked like Mrs. Brooks was being consistent. No swats were harder than others and all the girls were getting it equally, just an old-fashioned good hard licking was what it looked like. She just laid the swats on one after another, each one making a loud crack!

That really reverberated in that room.

For awhile it seemed all you heard was the crack of that paddle on tender girl behinds and tearful yelping. These girls were quite well developed back there, and were able to absorb a lot. Their not so little fannies would quiver when the paddle struck and they would squirm a bit but Mrs.

Brooks would wait until they became still again before she gave out the next swat. Poor Audrey was so short that she was standing on tip toe and every time she took a swat her feet would fly up behind her.

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The sound was a very loud crack! It was like a gunshot. Those thin panties really provided no protection. By the start of the third round I saw three girls with red faces and eyes tearing up, shifting from foot to foot and trying to rub some sting out, but no one was chickening out. When I called one, she gamely stepped up and assumed the position.

Maybe I wanted to go a little easier on them at that point, but a deal is a deal. I had promised to deliver a good licking and I gave out the licks with the same force and kept to the same tempo which was about ten seconds between licks.

Their bottoms were getting quite red at this point. The first person speaker is either an actor or a witness. I had no idea of his intentions, but clearly he was angry. He scolded me as if I were and that was bad enough, but what came next was worse.

August 7,

He took my hand and pulled me to him as he sat on his bunk. I was pulled forward until I lay face down across his thighs. He lifted my skirts in back until my drawers were exposed to his gaze. Telling me he meant to teach me a lesson in obeying a captain's orders, he commenced to spanking my bottom with the flat of his hand. I was helpless to stop him, held as I was over his knees.

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His rough palm smacked my bottom over and over until it stung quite atrociously. I called him a cad and a brute. He asked me if I would now obey him and I said "never". Well that was a mistake, Cecily, because he said something about making this memorable. Before I knew it his hands were at the waistband of my drawers and he had whisked them to my knees baring my bottom!

I shrieked at this new outrage but he ignored me and proceeded to apply his hand most forcefully to my bared buttocks, now on such shameful display. I cannot describe how awful it felt to be spanked like by this man. Not the least of it was that it truly hurt. Smack after smack was applied to my burning bottomI thought he'd never stop. I shamelessly squealed and kicked my legs but he kept on.

I vowed not to cry, but under the stinging onslaught visited upon my bottom, my best intentions failed and I cried and sobbed and eventually begged for mercy. He pulled me up and pushed me back on the bed.

I was absolutely mortified because surely the crew had heard the whole thing, the smacking of his hand and my childish cries. Ohh, how I hate him!! From The Romance of Spanking, Vol. Will and Jim had left to story Elaine to her father. With the Lynne incident and my encounter with "Bob", not to mention the disappearance of "Cathy Riggs" and Elaine from the commune, I felt it was time to go. As soon as the initiation ceremony was finished, the cult leaders would tumble to the fact that something was going on.

They might even start searching the woods. So we packed up what was left and got out. It was a hard trip hand the mountain in the dark loaded with gear, but we got to Rollin van and took off. I suggested we go North toward Winchester. I wanted to get out of Pendleton County as soon as possible. There was I was sure, an unholy alliance between the church and the sheriff's office there.

Exhaustion set in near the Virginia border. I figured we were far enough away that they wouldn't find us, so Wendy and I crashed at a motel. When we awoke it was nearly dark again. We'd slept all day.