Kimberly Anne Part 3 , story by Corporal “So, how much longer are you grounded, Kimmi?” Kimberly was on the phone with her friend Samantha--something she thought might be against her parent’s grounding rules, but since they weren’t home she thought she might take a chance. “I told you Sami, three more weeks.” “Well, can I come over? Your mom and dad aren’t home now are they?” “No, Sami you better not. If one of ‘em came home early, I’d be in even more trouble. Besides, tonight I have to ask for the second one.” “The second what?” “You knowwwww. I told you what the other part of my punishment is.” “Ohhhhhh, you mean you’re gettin’ a spankin’ t’night.” “Yeahhh.” “Who’s gonna give it to ya?” “I’m gonna ask my mom I think.” “You’re kiddin’. After that one last week ya told me ‘bout I figured you’d ask your dad.” “I know. I thought about it. I havtuh get three from my mom and three from my dad, so I figured I’d get the worst ones over first. Look I better go, they might come home early an’ I don’t wanna get caught talkin’ on the phone. Bye.” “Wait, Kimmi, call me tomorrow and tell me ‘bout it. OK?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Kimmi hung up and sat forlornly on the den couch. She knew that tonight had to be the night. It had been a week since she had been spanked for signing her mom’s name, so tonight she had to ask for the first of the spankings during her grounding. She was really nervous, a little scared, and . . . . there was that funny feeling of excitement again. Why did she get that feeling whenever she was going to be spanked? Without thinking, she let her right hand slide inside the leg of her shorts. Softly, she brushed her finger tips over the crotch of her panties. Quickly she found the right spot and began to lightly stroke her finger in a little circle on the swollen, tiny knob under her panties. Sliding down so that she was lying on her back on the couch, she unzipped her shorts and pushed them and her panties down to the middle of her thighs. Now, she continued to carress herself on the bare skin of her vulva. Warm and wet, she alternately let her finger slide up and down the tingling slit and then moved the tip of her finger in a circle on her swollen clitoris. With her eyes closed, she began to imagine a young girl--- herself?---no this time she was picturing Samantha---laying over a lap, her pants and panties down, her bare bottom being spanked hard, her bottom cheeks jiggling and turning red, Samantha crying, her legs kicking, the spanking going on and on . . . As she imagined Samantha’s bottom being spanked, Kimmi moved her finger faster and faster over her tingling vulva and clitoris. Soon, she felt herself beginning to climax. Spasms of wonderful pleasure surged up from between her legs and into her belly. Rocking her tiny hips up and down, she pressed the palm of her hand onto her vulva and squeezed her thighs together tightly. Gradually, she relaxed and her breathing slowed down. “Wowwwwww, that was fantastic!,” she thought. Pulling her pants and panties up, she sat up and started to get up off the couch. Her mom was standing in the doorway. “Enjoy yourself, Kimberly Anne?” “Oh, Mommy! I didn’t hear you come in! You startled me!” “Of course you didn’t hear me. You were a little too preoccupied with what you were doing between your legs.” Kimmi’s mom walked over and sat on the couch. “Are you mad at me?” “Of course not. What you did was perfectly normal. I do it myself sometimes.” “You do?” “Yes, I do.” “Why do you do it?” “Because it feels good, silly. The same reason you do it.” “Mommy, do you think about anything when you do it?” “Wellllll, yes I do sometimes. Do you?” “Uh, huh.” “Do you want to tell me what you think about?” “It’s kind of embarressing.” “Welllll, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. It can be your private secret.” “If I tell you, will you keep it a secret?” “Of course, it’ll be just between us.” “Wellllll, I kind of think about spankings.” “Your spankings?” “Sometimes. Sometimes I think about someone else getting spanked----like Samantha.” “I see. Well, Kimmi there’s nothing wrong with what you’re thinking about while you . . . . . Kimmi do you know what it’s called?” “Nooooo.” “It’s called masturbation. What you were doing was masturbating and like I said, it’s perfectly normal. Most girls and boys do it. And most men and women do too.” “How do boys do it?” “Uhhh, how ‘bout we talk about that some other time. Ohhh, by the way, when I do it, I sometimes I think about spankings, too.” “You do?” “Yup.” “Whose spankings do you think about?” “Well, sometimes I think about when my mom and dad used to spank me.” “Mommy . . . . ummmmh, I need to ask you something.” “What is it Kimmi?” “Well, speakin’ of spankin’, I was going to ask you if I could have my second one tonight.” “Ohhhh, is that why you were doing a dance on the couch here?” “Well, yeahhhhh, kind of.” “Well, I guess we do have to take care of that matter don’t we?” “Yeah, we do.” “I’ll tell you what. How ‘bout if we get it over with now, instead of waiting till later? You’re sister won’t be home until after 5 and Daddy won’t be home until 6. We could have it all over with by then. How’s that sound?” “OK, I guess.” Kimmi stood and moved around so that she was standing next to her mom’s right leg. “Do you want me to pull my shorts down?” “Yes . . . . No wait. Kimmi I think we’ll do this up in your room. You’re old enough to have the privacy of your room for a spanking. I think we starting spanking Amanda in her room about the time she was 12. So let’s do it up there. You go on up and take your shorts off. I’ll be up in a minute.” Kimmi turned and left the den. Walking up the stairs, she thought about what she had talked about with her mother. She wondered if her mother ever thought about spanking her when she was “doing it” What was that word? Masturbatin’---that was it. Mrs. Kramer watched her daughter start up the stairs. She thought to herself, “I know her dad and I planned this punishment well and she deserves it. But how am I supposed to get angry enough to give her the spanking she deserves?” Katie couldn’t help thinking about what she had just seen Kimmi doing. She wondered where she had learned to do it. Actually, she realized, Kimmi probably didn’t have to learn it anywhere. If she remembered right from when she had been Kimmi’s age, it came pretty naturally. She thought of something Bill and she had discussed after Kimmi’s first spanking. “Kimmi, wait a second.” “What Mommy?” “You remember how just before the last spanking you said you’d rather take 50 with the paddle than have 200 spanks by hand?” “Uhhhh, yeah I guess so.” “Well, I’ll make another deal with you. How about I give you a choice?” “What’s the choice?” “I can give you 125 spanks with my hand on your bare bottom or I can give you 50 spanks with the paddle on your bare bottom. Which would you rather have?” “I dunno.” “Well think about it. I’ll be up in a minute. You can let me know then.” Kimmi went up the stairs and into her room. Once in her room, Kimmi quickly closed the windows and shades. Then she unsnapped and unzipped her shorts and let them drop to the floor. Dressed now in only a short T-shirt, white socks, and pale blue cotton panties Kimmi stood next to the bed and looked in the mirror. The panties fit tightly over the soft roundness of her bottom. She liked the way her hips were starting to swell and she noticed that the small swelling of her chest was slightly visible through her T-shirt. Turning toward the mirror she noticed how her panties fit tightly over the mound of her vulva and again she let her finger brush gently over sensitive button at the top. She wondered if she had time to . . . . she heard her mom coming up the stairs. Ooops, she realized she was supposed to make a decision about being spanked or paddled. Which did she want? Her mom came in. Kimmi thought fast. “Well, Kimberly? What’s it going be?” “I guesssss . . . . I’d rather . . . . take . . . . the paddling.” “OK that’s fair enough. I’ll be right back. While I’m gone you take your panties down, kneel on the chest, and bend over the foot of your bed.” “Aren’t you going to put me over your lap?” “Not for a paddling. I’ll be right back.” Mrs. Kramer turned and walked down the hall to the linen closet. Kimmi knelt on the chest at the foot of her bed. Hooking her thumbs into the waist of her panties, Kimmi pushed them down off her bottom and down to her knees. Leaning forward, she put her forearms, head, and chest down on the bed. Her bare bottom was raised to a perfect paddling position. Mrs. Kramer came back in Kimmi’s bedroom. Quietly, she closed and locked the bedroom door. She could hear Kimmi whimpering slightly. Quickly, she walked over and stood next to her daughter’s left side. Kimmi’s pink bottom quivered slightly in anticipation of the punishment. Mrs. Kramer put her left hand on Kimmi’s back. With her head turned to left, Kimmi looked back at her mom and bit her lower lip. She looked at the long wooden paint stirrer that her mom and dad kept as one possible paddling instrument. She knew they also kept a much wider paddle and a hairbrush, but this time it was the wooden paint stirrer. Kimmi started to cry a little as she watched her mom position herself and hold the paddle above the bare skin of her bottom. “Are you ready Kimmi?” “I guess so.” “OK, let’s get this over with, young lady.” Kimmi watched as her mom raised the paddle high over her bare bottom. She closed her eyes and tensed her bottom. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Kimmi rocked forward as the first five blazing paddles smacked into her bottom. “OWWWWWWWWCH OWWWCHOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Unlike with a spanking Kimmi’s mom didn’t alternate cheeks with the whacks. Each whack of the paddle spread across both of Kimmi’s bottom cheeks. She did, however, move up and down Kimmi’s bottom from the fullest part down to where Kimmi’s cheeks folded into her thighs. But just as with a spanking, Mrs. Kramer targeted only Kimmi’s bottom. Mrs. Kramer quickly bounced the paddle off Kimmi’s bottom in rapid, stinging, strokes. Her arm rose and fell. And each time it fell, Kimmi squirmed forward or sideways, crossing and uncrossing her ankles, bending her knees and drawing her feet up toward her bottom. WHACK! SMACK! CRACK! WHACK! WHACK! “OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWICH OWWWWWWWWWICH OWWWWWWW!” Kimmi was trying to keep count as her mom paddled her. Twenty, twenty-one, twenty- two . . . . thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty! Only ten to go. Kimmi’s bottom was blazing. And she was sobbing her heart out. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “OWWWWWWWWWWWICHOWWWWWWWWWCHOWWWWWWWWWW!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “OWWWWWWWWWOWWWWWWWWOWWWWWWOWWWWWWWWOWWW!” As always the last three were extra hard, and they stung like crazy. Kimmi relaxed and sobbed into her hands. Mrs. Kramer reached down and took Kimmi by the shoulders and lifter her into a kneeling position. Kimmi moved her hands around behind herself and began to rub her stinging bottom. She looked over her shoulder into the mirror. Her bottom was bright red . . . . but no where near as red as the last time. It just stung something awful. “unnnnh, unnnh, unnnh are you unnh unnh finished paddling unnh unnh me?” “Yes, this punishment is over. Now you only have three to go, plus the spanking for lying.” “I unnnnh unnnh know.” “Do you want to stay up here for a while by yourself?” “I think so.” “Ok, I’m going down to get dinner started.” “OK mommy.” “Kimmi?” “I’m sorry I had to paddle you. And I’m sorry you are being punished so severely, but you know you deserve it don’t you.” “Yesss, it just hurts an awful lot.” “I know, honey, I know. Believe me, it hasn’t been that many years since I was in your position. OK, I’m going downstairs. You lay down for a while and compose yourself. There’s no hurry in coming downstairs.” “OK---Mommy?” “Yes, Kimmi?” “I’m sorry for what I did.” “I know you are.” “And I know I deserve this.” “OK, honey. I’ll see you in a little while.” Mrs. Kramer left the room and closed the door behind her. Kimmi crawled up on the bed and laid down on her belly. Her panties were still down around her knees. Kimmi laid on the bed and rubbed her sore bottom. Four more to go she thought---four more! End of part 3