Kimberly Anne Part 2 , story by Corporal Kimberly trailed behind her mother, guided along by her mother’s hand holding hers. Kimberly realized that in a few moments that same hand would be smacking her bare bottom. At the end of the hallway was the den, a converted bedroom that was used as a TV room--and as a place to take Kimmi and her sister Amanda for their spankings. Only now, she thought, Amanda, who was 13 seemed to be sent to her room for her punishments. On the way down the hall, Kimmi tried to remember the last time she had been taken to the den for a spanking. She remembered that it had been about 2 months earlier, just before her twelfth birthday, when she had been incredibly rude to her mom. That time it was her dad that had lead her down this hallway. Now she was headed for the spanking couch again, and, she realized, she was going to be coming back here a lot over the next few weeks. Kimmi started to whimper and cry a little. “I’m sorry this has to happen Kimberly Anne, but you know as well as I do that you have really earned this punishment.” Kimmi knew her mother was right. Still she wished there was some way to get out of this. They entered the den and Mrs. Kramer closed the door behind them. Then she went and closed the two windows and the blinds on the two windows. Kimmi really appreciated the fact that her mom and dad always made sure she had complete privacy at these times. Not like her friend Samantha’s parents who only last week had paddled Samantha out on the screened-in porch for all the world to see and hear. Kimmi realized time was short. Her mother took her by the hand again and lead her over to the couch. Mrs. Kramer sat down on the edge of the couch. Kimmi was standing with her thighs pressed up against her mom’s right leg. Kimmi was chewing on one knuckle of her right hand, nervously shifting from foot to foot. The all-too-familiar feeling of anxiety and panic was starting in her stomach. Strangely, she also felt that wonderful tingling of excitement between her legs. She never could understand why she felt that way. But she also knew that whenever she rubbed herself down there, she always found that she was thinking about being spanked. She felt her mom’s right arm go around her waist and start to pull her over. “Alright young lady, time to bend over. Lay over my lap and let’s get this spanking over with.” “Mommy, can’t you please tell me how many spanks I’m going to get?” “Kimberly, I think you can expect that I am going to spank you at least 100 times and probably more like 200.” Two-hundred spanks! Kimmi knew that the way her mom spanked meant she was going to be unbelievably sore. “Noooo, Mommy, pleeeeeease. Not that many, pleeeeease! I’d rather take 50 with the paddle. Pleeeeeeease!” Kimmi had only actually been paddled once, and her parents were always threatening to use the paddle again, but they never did. They always seemed to prefer bare hand on her bare bottom. “No, Kimmi. I think my hand will do just nicely for this spanking. Now, please bend over.” Kimmi leaned forward and Mrs. Kramer guided her daughter into position over her lap. Kimmi stretched her legs out on the couch and pointed her toes. She folded her arms in front of her face and laid her left cheek down on the backs of her hands. As her mom lifted the back of her dress and folded it over her back, Kimmi began to cry softly. Then she felt her mom’s fingers under the waistband of her panties and felt them sliding down the cheeks of her bottom. Mrs. Kramer allowed the thin cotton panties to roll up at the base of Kimmi’s bottom. Kimmi knew that she would be spanked from just above the line of her panties up to the fullest part of her bottom. Kimmi waited for it to begin. Mrs. Kramer sighed and looked down at the pink skin of Kimmi’s bottom. How hard should she spank? How long? As she was thinking, she realized that the bottom she was about to spank was no longer that of a little girl. It was chubby and full, and rounded like that of a young teen. She realized that Kimmi was fast becoming a young woman. But for the moment, she was a naughty young lady who was deserving of a sound spanking on her bare bottom. Mrs. Kramer adjusted Kimmi’s position so that her bottom was positioned directly over her right leg. Then she lifted her leg a little so that Kimmi’s bottom was pushed up into spanking position. Kimmi felt her mom push down on her back with her left hand. At the same time, Kimmi knew her mom was raising the palm of her right hand. Kimmi straightened her legs and tightened her bottom. The spanking of Kimmi’s life was about to begin. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The first five spanks stung her bottom in quick succession. Kimmi’s mom alternated cheeks--first the left, then the right, then in the middle. Her mom’s hand seemed to rain down in rapid fire. So fast that Kimmi hardly had time to react to one spank, before another one landed. For the first 10 or so, Kimmi hardly made a sound, just little whimpers, as tears filled her eyes and poured down her cheeks. But around the time her mom reached eleven, Kimmi was ready to make it known how much the spanking was hurting. SMACK! SPANK! WACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWAH! OOOOOOWAH! WAAAAAAAAAAAH! Mommeeeeeeee! OWWWWWWWWWICH!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPLAAAAT! SMACK! “OWWWWWWWMOMMEEEEEEE! OWWWWWWWWICH! OOOOOOOH IT HURTS! PLEEEEEEEEASE! IT HURTS!” “I’m”. . . .SMACK!. . “sorry” . . . SMACK! . . . “Kimberly Anne” . . . SMACK! . . . “but a spanking” . . . . . SMACK! . . . . “is supposed to hurt!” . . . . SMACK! “OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWWAHHHHHH! OOOOOWAAAAAAAH! OWWWWW! PLEEEEEEEEASE! I’M SORREEEEEE!” But, Mrs. Kramer just kept right on spanking Kimmi’s blazing bottom. At 50 she stopped for just a second and repositioned Kimmi. Then she started the spanking again. Kimmi alternately grabbed the couch cushion and held on and then let go with a momentary thought of reaching back to cover herself. But she knew that would not be a good thing to do. She had done that once and gotten 10 extra spanks for her efforts. Now, Mrs. Kramer was really warming to the task. Kimmi’s bottom bounced and quivered with each stinging smack. She watched in a kind of fascination as Kimmi would first straighten her legs, cross her ankles, and dig in her toes on the couch and then kind of rock forward. Then she would uncross her ankles, wiggle her bottom side to side, and beat her feet up and down on the couch. All this done, seemingly, in rhythm with Mrs. Kramer’s spanks. SMACK! SMACK! SPANK! SLAAAAAAP! SMACK! “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHWA! OWWWWWWWWICH! OWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAH! MOMMEEEEEEEEEOWWWWWWW!” Kimmi was absolutely sobbing now. Mrs. Kramer watched as Kimmi’s bottom changed from its normal pink to a darker pink then red. She continued to spread the spanks around Kimmi’s bottom, so that no one spot would take all the punishment. Mrs. Kramer realized she was approaching 100 spanks and decided to stop for just a minute at that point. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWICHOWWWWWWOOOOOOHOWWWWW!” Kimmi realized her mother had stopped, but she also knew it wasn’t over. Her parents had a signal when a spanking was over, and her mom hadn’t given the signal. Kimmi lifted up on her hands, arched her back and looked back over her right shoulder. She could see her bottom was bright red. It felt like a thousand bees had gotten into her panties--except that at the moment her panties were rolled down at the base of her bottom. “Unnnh, Unnnh is my spanking unnnh, unnnh over?” “No it is not. It’s only half over. Are you ever . . . . ever . . . . ever going to forge my name again, young lady?” “Noooounnnnnh, unnnnnh, mommy. Please unnnh, unnnh no more. Pleeeeeease, unnnnnh, unnnnnh, Mommy. Pleeeeeease, don’t unnnnh, unnnnh, spank me any more, unnnnnh, unnnnnh.” “Kimmi, I told you this was going to be a long spanking, and I meant it. Now, put your head back down, and let’s finish this.” Kimmi felt her mother’s left hand pushing down on her back. Resigned to her pushishment, Kimmi laid back down. Her poor heinie--she hadn’t called her bottom her heinie since she had been little--was on fire. And it wasn’t over! Kimmi sensed her mother raising her hand to begin again. Kimmi could hardly see through the tears streaming out of her eyes. She just wanted this to be over. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “WOOOOOWWWWWWWICH! UNNNH, UNNNH OWWWWWWWWCHWAAAAH!” The stinging in her bottom was worse than any other time. This was really the spanking of her life. Kimmi wondered if she would ever sit again. Mrs. Kramer’s palm just kept bouncing off Kimmi’s bottom cheeks. First left, then right, now in the middle. Now high on the full part of Kimmi’s bottom, now low down near where her bottom folded into her thighs. But she never once spanked anywhere on Kimmi’s thighs--just on the bottom. Now, Mrs. Kramer noticed that Kimmi’s wiggling and kicking was getting more intense. And now there was another motion. Kimmi was starting to wiggle side to side and also move her hips up and down in rhythm to the spanks. Mrs. Kramer remembered doing the same thing when she was a girl lying over her mother’s or father’s lap. She realized that just as she had as a girl, Kimmi was beginning to experience a odd pleasure in spite of the stinging spanking. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWWWWWWWICH! WOOOOOWWWWWWWICH! UNNNH, UNNNH OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAH! In spite of her need to continue punishing Kimmi, Mrs. Kramer decided that her daughter had had about enough. She began to end the spanking in a way she knew Kimmi would recognize. Now she began to spank slower and harder, measuring the last 10 spanks for their full effect. Kimmi’s bottom bounced and quivered. Kimmi wiggled and rocked forward. She desperately wanted her mother to stop . . . . and she desperately wanted her not to stop. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHOWWWWWWWW!” Mrs. Kramer rested her right hand on Kimmi’s right thigh. That was the signal Kimmi was waiting for. Her spanking was over. Kimmi snuffled into her hands as her mom lifted off her lap. Kimmi’s dress fell down to the middle of her thighs, and Kimmi felt her mother reach under and pull her panties up over her burning bottom. “OK, young lady, this spanking is over. You have a ways to go during the next several weeks, and I think the spanking your daddy is going to give you for lying will probably be a lot like this one, but the spankings during your grounding will not be as severe. Don’t get me wrong. You’ll have a sore bottom, but not like you have right now. Now, get on up to your room until dinner. Your grounding starts now. And you might as well start thinking about when you want to take the next spanking. OK?” Mrs. Kramer hugged Kimmi and lead her out of the den. Kimmi headed upstairs to her room. Once inside, she closed the door, stood with her back to the mirror, lifted her dress, pushed her panties down, and inspected her bottom. It was bright red--almost crimson. Leaving her panties down, she laid face down on the bed, still crying. Reaching back she tried to rub the sting away. Soon she began to feel another tingling that needed some rubbing, too. Kimmi rolled over, closed her eyes, and imagined she was back in the den. She let her right hand drift down between her legs. Soon her middle finger found the right spot and as she imagined another spanking, she drifted off into the most wonderful feelings of pleasure that were heighted by the burning in her bottom.