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Subject: {ASSM} The Spanking Club,  By Leilani
Date: Tue,  9 Dec 2003 05:10:07 -0500
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Posted with permission.  All rights reserved by Leilani.

The Spanking Club By Leilani

  I've been into spanking as long as I can remember. I remember
lying on the exam table with my panties down, getting my
pre-school vaccinations, hoping   the nurse would give me a spank
right after the shot. I knew I made a   tempting picture.

  My parents were progressive----they never spanked me. Where did
I get the idea?......Television. Cartoons. Mighty Mouse, my
favorite hero, would   frequently spank a villain. Somehow, it
always looked pleasurable. I have to admit I actually wanted
them to spank me----except when I was mad. Then   I just went
into my room and slammed the door, trying to retain my dignity.

  But I still had this dream of perfect parents. They would be
no-nonsense, very serious, but loving, with very definite
boundaries, and they would   spank me unfailingly and diligently
for every little offense. Never out of   anger, but with the
unrealistic expectations of raising the ideal child,   and
completely controlling my behavior. They would cherish, love me,
and devote their complete attention to shaping my life. By
spanking me, I would   feel my will slip completely into their
control, allowing their greater   knowledge and stronger will to
guide and protect me.

  In reality, my parents were real people with faults, never
claiming perfection, very democratic and egalitarian-----always
asking us kids for our opinion. Then taking a family vote
before a major decision was made.   They had a low opinion of
demagogues. They let me know they valued my   friendship and
point of view, enough to treat me as an adult at age three.   And
believe me, it takes a lot of imagination to cast a three year
old as an adult. But they did. So I instinctively knew at a
very young age, I   couldn't tell them what I was really
thinking.

  As a child I knew no bounds of reality, and lived in a world of
daydreams. Fantasized of cartoon characters getting
spanked----sometimes all night long---till I was exhausted by
morning. But I lived in this world all alone, never able to
tell a soul, until I met Jimmy.

  Jimmy was an angel, I met him the first week of
kindergarten---I had just turned five. Normally I don't like
boys with braces---but he was sitting their in our playhouse,
eyes sparkling, "This child needs a spanking!!" He placed one
of our dolls across his lap, and vigorously began to noisily  
slap her latex rubber bottom! I moved closer in, I could feel
male hormones. He was all boy! I offered him my doll, "Tiny
Tears has been bad, too." Looking up, he gratefully accepted
the new victim, and began to tear into her as hard as could.
Thankfully for Tiny Tears, our teacher horrified at our
behavior, rescued her, and sent Jimmy over to play with trains
with his proper peers. But I had made up my mind, somehow I was
going to entice Jimmy to play house with me.

  That was my first crush. Jimmy was everything Daddy wasn't.
Reckless, fun-loving, daring, always glowing with excitement.
Jimmy would smart off to the teacher, after she had pulled him
out into the halls to paddle him. He would talk back, and she
would have to pull him out and paddle him again, just to save
face! He had courage! I'd be sitting with my face on the desk,
listening to the sharp cracks of the paddle, wishing I had the  
guts to do what Jimmy did! The other children were thoroughly
mesmerized and frightened. "I bet our teacher is having fun!"
someone behind me whispered. He really wasn't an annoyance. Our
teacher had a crush on him, too. Blue eye, curly blond hair, he
looked like a cherub!

  Well, I was in love. Thought of him day and night. I use to
stand in back of him at the cafeteria line, so when the kids
shoved, I would fall forwards and feel the warmth of his body.
He always pulled back, and I could feel the electricity
shooting through my body. Boys always think they are better
than girls, and like to act arrogant and aloof---but I could  
tell that he really liked me.

  I finally got my chance. We had a big family party over New
Years, and I told Mommy we had to have Jimmy over. Mommy
smiled, knowingly like mothers do, and said that she was good
friends with Jimmy's parents, and she would see what she could
do.

  Well, I finally had Jimmy, and my other four
cousins---including Yukkkkkkkk, Marilyn, in the play room.
Marilyn was everything I hated, feminine, blond curly hair down
to her waist tied up in ribbons, turquoise eyes, she had the
mind of a demon cloaked in the body of an angel. Spoiled by too
much loving. Once when we were three and a half, she got me so
mad, I raised a fist to hit her. I stood there for the longest
time---trying to decide whether or not to swing that blow---
and that big sissy just looked up at me and burst into tears!
So I got in trouble anyway, there was no way I could convince
anyone I didn't hit her. I had told Jimmy all about  
Marilyn---and the way he winked at me--- I knew that he would
help me take revenge.

  "Let's play school", I said pulling out the black board and
setting up a neat row of little plastic chairs. I'll be the
teacher, and Jimmy's going to be the principal. I'm very
assertive and usually able to get the other kids to play by my
rules. Marilyn, as spoiled as she is, still just smiles and
knuckles under---and my other cousins, they were about a year or
so, younger than me.

  "Get out your books, I want to see everybody's homework!" I
said, decisively tapping a ruler into my palm. Critically I
walked down the rows looking at everybody's papers. "Marilyn!!!
Are you chewing gum!!"

  "Your Mommy gave me this gum."

  Looks aren't everything. Boy! Let me tell you, Marilyn is dumb!
I glared. "Stand up young Lady, and take that gum out of your
mouth! You know the rules. You're getting five licks for
chewing gum in class!!"

  Marilyn looked frightened, stood up, and spit out the gum into
the trash. "You're chewing gum too, Tricia."

  Forcefully I rapped my plastic ruler on her wooden desk, then
dramatically waved it at Jimmy. "Don't you dare talk back to
me, little girl! You're going immediately, to the principal's
office!" Marilyn's eyes opened wide, and her hands trembled.
She looked anxiously at Jimmy, who was smiling---sitting on the
bed, smacking a wooden paddle ball set against his thigh. She
forgot that we were just playing, and thought that she was  
really in trouble. My three year old cousin snickered, even they
thought she was incredibly dumb!

  Jimmy, charming as usual, put on a stern face, and patted the
bed, indicating he wanted her to lean forwards. Marilyn gave a
gasp----but so use to following blind authority, tried to
daintily position herself. I came over, to grasp her hands, and
the other cousins wanted a better view----I knew we were all
going to have to hold her. Turns out, I ended up on top of her,
straddling her as she laid face down across the bed, one cousin
holding her wrists, and the other had her by the hair. Jimmy
pulled   up her skirts and petticoats, she was wearing blue bird
underwear. I smacked her plump cheeks alternately with both
hands rapidly---they bounced and felt surprisingly pillow-soft.
"Let Jimmy spank her with the paddle." Jimmy winked at me, and
since I was a nastier child than most, I grabbed the elastic
band and pulled down her panties exposing small naked buttocks.
"Ohhhhhhhh" she protested.

  Jimmy drew back his arm and brought it down with full swing, 
SPANK!!!! SPANK!!!!!! SPANK!!!!! SPANK!!!!!!! I had full
view, and watched her cheeks contract, twist and turn slightly
pink. "Argghhhh"

  I continued rapidly smacking her with my open palms and
distributed the color. "Okay, she's ready now." I gave Jimmy a
nod. He pulled back his arm and delivered them as hard as he
could. SPANK!!!!SPANK!!!!SPANK!!!!! SPANK!!!!!SPANK!!!!

  "Wahhhhhhh-------- Tricia, I thought that you said I was
getting five licks!!"

  I'm glad I'm not as dumb as Marilyn. Apparently, she didn't
realize that we were all having such a wonderful time, that we
were unlikely to stop-----until we were bored.

  All my cousins alternately took turns hand-spanking her satin
soft skin. It was fun watching her baby fat bounce up and down,
contort, and her chubby   feet kick and squirm. And Jimmy,
enthusiastically delivered five licks in   between all the hand
spanking. SPANK!!! SPANK!!!!!SPANK!!!!

  "She is really crying now." My three year old cousin sounded
concerned. Her butt was cherry red----I put my hand on it and
loved feeling the warmth. Owwwwwwwwed and Ahhhhhhhed and all my
cousins followed suit. "Okay", I said regretfully, "Let her
up."

  "Marilyn", I said wiping away her tears. "If you dare tell
anyone about this, I'll have Jimmy spank you twice as hard!"

  Marilyn surprisingly didn't tell. None of my cousins did. As a
matter of fact, she even let us spank her a few more times
after that incident. But she was never really into it.

  And Jimmy----well, that was kindergarten. In one year he grew
up, and didn't want to play with girls anymore. Mommy says I'll
just have to wait   until he's 16 or 17 before he comes around
again. I think I will wait...........he's worth it.




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