帕姆姑妈
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这个小小的家庭聚会非常有趣，而且进展得很顺利。我很少能见到辛迪（Cindy, Cynthia的爱称），我11岁的侄女，但这些年来她和我已经成为很好的朋友。我比我哥哥和他的妻子年轻得多，有着年轻人的精力和兴奋感，可以陪她多玩玩。由于辛迪现在在小联盟中打棒球，我就拿起球和手套，一起打了一下午的棒球。当辛迪拼命地投出她所谓的 “全垒打“ 时，乐趣戛然而止。尽管我尽力去接住这个疯狂的球，但它还是撞到了挡风玻璃上，然后弹到了我兄弟的卡车引擎盖上。当我看到玻璃上形成的小蜘蛛网时，我知道有麻烦。
辛迪跑到卡车前时已经哭了，我给了她一个大大的拥抱，并向她保证，这都是我的错。“我死定了，我死定了，“她不停地说，“我的麻烦大了！” 前门飞快地打开了，屋子里的人都走了出来，想看看是什么引起了这么大的动静。我的父母看到损坏的东西时很安静，我哥哥默默地检查着我们对他心爱的卡车做了什么。我的嫂子琳恩（Lynn）看上去很生气，而且对此很有意见。
“你知道最好不要在卡车旁边打棒球的，辛西娅（Cynthia），你是怎么了？看看你做了什么，年轻的女士，你怎么能这样做？” 我一直想插嘴，想解释这是我的错，不是辛迪的错，但琳恩让我不要管这件事。最后我哥哥多恩（Don）也加入了进来，他对我大喊大叫，就像他对辛迪一样。
“对不起，妈妈! 爸爸……对不起，我很抱歉！“这是这个哭泣的11岁孩子所能说出的全部话语，而可怜的辛迪开始哭得更厉害了，因为她的母亲告诉她：“你可能认为你现在很抱歉，小姑娘，但当我打你的小屁股时，你会更难过的——而且是你的光屁股，小小姐！”
“等等，琳恩，“我开始说，“这真的都是我的错。请不要为此打辛迪的屁股，她不该受这惩罚。” 但还没等琳恩回应我，多恩又开始对我训斥起来。
“不要以为你在这件事上很容易脱身，帕姆（Pam, Pamela的爱称）“，他生气地说：“你要为我的汽车保险支付免赔额才能解决这个问题！辛迪会被狠狠地打一顿，而你会从你的钱包里掏出一大笔钱。” 当琳恩领着这个抽泣的女孩从前门进来时，她的手正可怜兮兮地放在短裤上，辛迪的哭泣让我心碎。当她转过身，用满是泪痕的脸直视着我寻求帮助时，我感到很害怕。
多恩转向我妈妈，问她的发刷是否还在梳妆台的抽屉里。现在轮到我惊恐了。“哦，多恩，请不要告诉我，你要用发刷打那个小女孩的屁股。拜托，看在上帝的份上！” 我已经听到琳恩告诉辛迪，她将打她的屁股，而且我从很多个人经历中体会过，在这惩罚中使用上发刷，真的会深深刺痛辛迪的屁股。“这是个意外，我会为它付账的！放过这可怜的孩子吧，或者至少用你的手来打她的屁股！” 多恩没有理睬我。而我的母亲觉得，通过在一个11岁的光屁股上使用发刷，来减少凹陷的引擎盖和破裂的挡风玻璃是一件很好事。她默默地同意琳恩和多恩的计划，并告诉他发刷放在了哪里。
当我们终于进门后，辛迪和琳恩已经上了楼，我怀疑琳恩已经在给我的侄女脱衣服了。多恩面无表情地走上台阶，妈妈给了我一个厌恶的眼神，她说：“如果你年轻十岁，我也年轻十岁，我也会打你的光屁股，帕梅拉（Pamela）。我希望你为自己的错误感到羞耻。” 我觉得我必须做点什么，于是准备上楼。
当我走到二楼时，看到父母卧室的门正关着，能听到多恩和琳恩在训斥辛迪，还夹杂着辛迪抽泣的道歉声。当门的另一边开始传来响亮而清晰的打屁股的声音时，我觉得我应该做什么……我应该做什么，但我真的有这勇气吗？
我下定了决心，抓住门把手，打开门走了进去，又迅速关上身后的门。可怜的小辛迪正躺在她妈妈的腿上，一双小脚高高抬起，头几乎贴在地上。她的短裤正躺在地板上，小内裤则挂在膝盖上。琳恩真的在用妈妈的旧发刷打着辛迪可爱的小屁股，这个可怜女孩的脸颊上泛着红晕。辛迪抽泣着，哭喊着，这场景足以令我心碎。她尽力地踢着她膝盖上的粉红色棉布小内裤。多恩在房间对面给了我一个可以杀人的眼神，但我只是盯着我的脚，而我的小朋友在她母亲的膝盖上接受她的教育。
最后，发刷打屁股的动作停了下来。在给辛迪一点时间让她控制住抽泣后，琳恩问她：“辛西娅小姑娘，你多大了？“
“不，妈妈，求求你!!!!!”，我的小侄女哭着回答，她重新使劲地交叉挥舞着自己的脚。
随着发刷在辛迪可爱的小屁股中间狠狠一敲，琳恩再次问道：“你多大了，辛西娅–道恩？“
辛迪一边尖叫一边踢着脚：“11岁，妈妈，求求你不要！“
发刷在红通通的小屁股上拍了下来。“1，“琳恩数着，并继续慢慢地打着屁股，同时大声数着每一次击打的次数，“2，3，4，……，9，10，11。这就是一个11岁女孩需要被打屁股时的会发生的事，年轻的女士，这很可能再次发生在你身上，辛西娅·道恩，你明白我的意思吗？“
辛迪尖叫着使劲哭，我感到很惊讶！我从来没有见过这种打屁股的场景。我从来没有见过打屁股是这样结束的。后来我才知道，可怜的小辛迪的每一次打屁股都是这样结束的……她每大一岁，就会被打对应数量的次数，并警告如果她再需要被打屁股，会有什么后果。
打完辛迪的屁股后，琳恩把注意力转向了我。她仍然把我的红着屁股的侄女横抱在腿上，开始对我大声说道：“这不关你的事，帕姆。滚出去。你今天给辛迪带来的麻烦还不够多吗，怎么还在她打屁股的时候闯进来？你到底是怎么了？“
辛迪哭得更厉害了，因为她意识到她的帕姆姑妈看到她被打屁股了。我看着辛迪红肿的屁股，结结巴巴地说：“我….我…嗯….我….，我觉得我也需要被…打…打屁股。” 我喘了口气，继续说：“辛迪是和我在一起玩的，既然她被打了屁股，我觉得我也被打屁股是一件很公平的事。“
琳恩只是震惊了一下，然后就跟我说：“我一直觉得你就是个被宠坏的小鬼……我现在最想做的事就是给你的屁股一个教训。现在到我这里来！” 当我穿过房间时，琳恩帮助辛迪站了起来。她的小内裤仍被拉下，两只手放在她自己灼热的屁股上，我看到她腰部以下所有柔软裸露的皮肤，并敏锐地意识到这也是我即将展示的东西。
琳恩抓住我的手，把我拉到她面前。我表情颤抖，让琳恩解开并拉下我的短裤，只留下一条轻薄的几乎透明的尼龙内裤。当她坚定地把我的短裤褪到我的脚踝时，她让我把短裤脱掉。当我把短裤踢到辛迪旁边的地板上时，我脸红了，因为大家都看到我只穿了一条小内裤。而只穿着轻薄内裤的尴尬只持续了几秒钟，琳恩就抓住我的内裤，把它们拉到我的脚踝处。当我下身的黑色毛发被展现在我嫂子面前时，我满脸绯红——我知道我哥哥和辛迪也都看到了我24岁的光屁股。
琳恩没有浪费时间，她把我拉到她的腿上。啪！当发刷第一次打在我的光屁股上时，给我带来的惊讶还要多于痛苦。啪！啪！啪！啪 啪！啪！啪！她继续拍打着。在持续的击打下，这种刺痛逐渐变成了真正的疼痛，我开始扭动身体，并发出轻微的呜咽。然后，她把发刷重重挥下，发出强有力的啪啪声，正好打在我的大腿和屁股相接处最柔软的肉上，甚至靠近了私处。老天，这太痛了!!!!我尖叫起来，在空中拼命甩动手脚，最后整个人从她的腿上滚到地上。
琳恩对我的突然挣脱感到惊讶，因为我比她习惯于打屁股的11岁女孩要体型大得多、强壮得多。正当我侧身躺在地板上，为自己感到惊讶时，我很快意识到自己成了众人的焦点。辛迪、琳恩和多恩都盯着我……谁知道该怎么做？我的打屁股结束了吗？我摔伤了吗？琳恩会不会再把我放在她的膝盖上，继续打我的屁股？最后，大哥终于行动了。很明显，他仍然对我很生气。
他抓住我的胳膊，把我拉离了地面……这仿佛是一个最不优雅、最不体面的杂技表演。我的内裤仍然束缚着我的脚踝，我的腿来回摇摆，试图重新掌握并保持平衡，就像一个喜剧演员在扮演一个醉汉。我惊恐地将自己的一切隐私展示给我的哥哥、我愤怒的嫂子和我瞪大眼睛的侄女，但在那一刻，我还无法控制自己下意识的动作，所以多恩又打了我两下。
多恩又抽了我一两下，他的手几乎和琳恩的发刷一样刺痛了我赤裸的屁股，而我正试图让我的光屁股从他的大手上逃开。我突然意识到，当我面对着琳恩时，她已经脱下了我的内裤，并迅速把我放在她的膝盖上，所以只有她看到了我修剪得很精致的阴毛。而现在，多恩把我从地板上拖起来了。当我在房间中央一边 “跳舞“ ，一边被抱着打屁股时，每个人都看到了我的全部身体，我感到非常难堪。
“当你长大了，妈妈不能把你按到膝盖上打你的时候，她就把你放在床上打你的屁股，小姑娘…… “他把我拖到床边，“现在趴下吧，帕姆——你的打屁股还没开始呢。” 随着一下特别用力的巴掌，他松开了我。当我爬到床上时，我已经哭了，但我知道更糟糕的事情还在后面。“把你的手压在肚子下面，小姑娘。“多恩说道，用的正是妈妈总是用来开启惩罚的那句话。我把两只手在自己的肚子下面互相握着，将我的屁股再次完全暴露出来。在我被打屁股的时候，我不可能再伸手了。
当我看到琳恩越过我的肩膀走到床边，手里还拿着发刷时，我不禁打了个寒颤。刚才我趴在琳恩的膝盖上时，我还很自信，认为虽然会很尴尬，但对于一个24岁的女孩来说，打屁股真的没什么可担心的。但在我被打过几次屁股，加上多恩的意外参与后，我开始担心起来，便试图说服琳恩能轻一点打我的屁股。
“对不起，琳恩……这只是一个意外……” 啪！啪！啪！啪！打屁股的动作又开始了。一下! 两下! 啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！琳恩也许是个娇小的女人，但她打起屁股来就像传说中的亚马逊女战士一样有力。当发刷持续刺痛着我的光屁股时，我忍不住在床上到处扭动。啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！ “啊!啊!啊!啊!”这是是我唯一能说出的话了。天哪，这真的太疼了。啪！ 啪! 啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！最后，我崩溃了，开始真正地哭喊了起来，就像几分钟前辛迪那样扭动着身子，踢着腿。多么尴尬啊，我甚至不能像个成熟的大姑娘一样接受我的打屁股惩罚! 啪！啪！啪！啪！我一边在床上嚎啕大哭，哭喊着说：“求求你，琳恩，不要再打了，我很抱歉！“一边在大家面前扭动我的屁股，而给我打屁股却正是我的嫂子。更糟糕的是，小辛迪显得比我更勇敢地接受了她光屁股挨打惩罚。
此刻，我终于想起了为什么我那么害怕和我的妈妈或爸爸来这个房间，害怕我的内裤被拉下来，害怕我的光屁股被拍打得很响。对我来说，我的年龄无法给自己提供的任何保护，我赤裸的臀部仍然和我十几岁时被发刷拍打时那样刺痛。
啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪啪啪……这似乎永远不会结束。最后，漫长而可怕的发刷拍击结束了，我躺在床上哭得像个被打了屁股的十几岁小女孩。
就在我控制住哽咽的时候，我听到琳恩气势汹汹的声音：“现在，你到底多大了，帕梅拉？” 我被吓坏了！！！！！！！！！我记起了几分钟前辛迪喊出 “11” 时发生的事情，吓得魂飞魄散。上帝啊，她不会再打我24下吧？“不，琳恩，求你了，我已经受够了，不要再打了，求你了，我真的，真的很抱歉！” 我哭着说。
啪！！！发刷再次刺痛了我灼热的屁股。“我问你了一个问题，小姑娘，我希望你能立刻回答！” 又一下打屁股! 啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！“现在，告诉我你多大了，帕梅拉！”
“琳恩，“我哭了，感觉很像一个被打屁股的小女孩，“不要再打了，求你了!!!!!” 我忍不住像一个流着鼻涕的九岁小孩一样恳求道：“求你了，琳恩——你打我的屁股比辛迪更加….”
啪！啪！啪！啪！“帕梅拉小姐，你是想让我再问你一次，还是说我应该继续打屁股直到你准备好回答我为止？” 啪！啪！啪！啪！
当我听到多恩说：“她已经24岁了，琳恩，这部分由我来处理。“我感到自己的胃在抽搐，屁股也不由夹紧了。
“不！多恩！！！求你了，多恩，不要！“我哭喊道，“我再也受不了了，请不要再打我的屁股了。“我嚎啕大哭着。
“把发刷给我，琳恩。” 我的视线越过肩膀偷看，看到琳恩把那把可怕的发刷递给我哥哥。“不！！多恩，请不要用那把发刷，求求你！！”
“继续压住你的手，帕梅拉！” 还要打屁股！？
“拜托，多恩，拜托。我没有穿内裤！” 仿佛他不知道我在床上扭动时的赤裸状态，“请不要在我赤身裸体时打我的屁股，多恩，求你了！！”
“现在，帕梅拉，自从爸爸妈妈不再打你的屁股后，你就需要这个。”
“不，多恩，求你了！！！我已经被打过屁股了！！“，我哀求着，扭动着身子，但双手却自觉地伸到了身下。
啪！“1，“他数着，啪! “2，“诶呀!!!!!!啪!”3、4、5″，每一次都比上一次更用力，节奏缓慢而慎重，每两下之间只有一两秒钟时间让我吸气。“6, 7, 8…” 他在我颤抖的两瓣屁股挥舞。在我的心中，仿佛有一个 “大女孩“ 正惊恐地看着自己的哥哥把他所有的注意力都用在研究我的光屁股，并计划他的下一次打屁股上。而我心中的另一个 “小女孩“ 则只是单纯地害怕哥哥用他的发刷打我的光屁股。
“16、17、18、19 “啊啊啊! 我受不了……他现在开始打我的大腿处，就在我屁股下方，“求求你!!!!多恩!!!!”
我哭喊着，因为他打到了琳恩之前打到过相同的微妙的地方，并在同样柔嫩的皮肤上打了最后四下，“21、22、23、24！！这就是一个24岁的女孩需要被打屁股的时发生的事，年轻的女士，这很可能再次发生在你身上，帕梅拉·琼。你明白我的意思吗？”
“哇啊啊!!!!!” 在被拉下内裤，用发刷打光屁股后，谁能意识到自己还是个24岁的女孩呢？我觉得自己现在就像一个六岁的女孩，一边哭一边扭动着我滚烫屁股，“哇啊啊啊!!!!! “我双手紧紧抓住我火热的臀部，哭着在床上滚来滚去，完全不在乎我自己现在的状态。
琳恩以一种非常严厉，又充满母性的方式说道：“你们两个小姑娘现在留在这里，直到你们哭完为止。然后你们可以重新融入这个家庭。如果我从你们中的任何一个人那里看到任何任性的态度，或者你们赌气，试图破坏我们其他人今天的休息，我就会脱下你们的内裤，再打你们两个的屁股一遍，你们听到了吗？” 辛迪吱吱唔唔地表示明白，但我只是把头埋在枕头里。把小内裤又重新穿起来的辛迪，也跳上了我母亲的床，抓起另一个枕头哭了起来。我俩总共在那个房间里呆了一个多小时。
最后，辛迪带着股孩子般的严肃和纯真，对我说：“帕姆姑妈，你的屁股现在真的很红！” 我开始笑着回应她的真诚和关心：“好吧，毕竟你爸爸妈妈刚给我打了屁股！而且你的屁股也不白了，你知道吗！” 紧张的气氛被打破了，我俩同时笑了一阵，也同时哭了起来。
当我从脚踝处拉起内裤，我们又都拿起并穿上短裤时，辛迪直白地说：“哇！我不知道大女孩也会被打屁股，帕姆阿姨。妈妈打你的屁股比她打我的屁股还狠，我甚至从没被打得像你这次这么狠过！”
“亲爱的，“我边说边把她揽在怀里，给她一个大大的熊抱，“大女孩只有在表现得像淘气的小女孩时才会被打这样的屁股。你的妈妈和爸爸给了我应有的惩罚。”
Aunt Pam
The little family get-together was great fun and going so well. I rarely got to see Cindy, my 11-year-old niece, but she and I had become great friends over the years. Being so much younger than my brother and his wife, I had the energy and excitement of youth to play with her more. Since Cindy was now playing baseball in little league, I grabbed a ball and glove and we played baseball all afternoon. The fun stopped dramatically when Cindy wildly threw what she called a 'home run ball'. In spite of my best efforts to catch the crazy throw, it slammed into the windshield, then bounced onto the hood of my brothers truck. As I watched the small spider-web form in the glass, I knew that there would be trouble.
Cindy was already crying when she ran up to the truck, and I gave her a big hug and assured her that it was all my fault. “I'm dead, I'm dead,” she kept saying, “I'm in so much trouble!” The front door flew open, and the house emptied to see what caused such a loud noise. My parents were quiet as they saw the damage, and my brother silently examined what we had done to his beloved truck. My sister-in-law, Lynn, was furious, and being very vocal about it.
“You know better than to play baseball next to the truck, Cynthia, what is the matter with you? Look at what you have done, young lady, how could you do this?” I kept trying to intervene, to explain that it was my fault and not Cindy's, but Lynn told me to keep out of it. Finally my brother Don got into the act, and he was yelling at me just as much as he was at Cindy.
“I'm sorry, Mommy! Daddy…I'm sorry, I'm sooo sorry!” was all that the crying 11 year old could muster to say, and poor Cindy started crying much harder when her mother told her, “You may think that you are sorry now, young lady, but you will be much sorrier by the time I finish spanking your little bottom for you – your bare bottom, little miss!”
“Now, Lynn,” I started, “It really was all my fault. Please don't spank Cindy for this, she doesn't deserve it.” Before Lynn could respond to me, big brother Don jumped in to the fray again.
“Don't think you are getting off easy on this, Pam,” he said angrily, “You'll be paying the deductible on my insurance to have this fixed! Cindy is going to get a good spanking, and you'll be dipping into your wallet for some big bucks.” As Lynn lead the sobbing girl, whose hand was protectively splayed across the seat of her shorts, in through the front door Cindy's crying was breaking my heart. When she turned and looked right at me for help with her tear streaked face, I felt horrible.
Don turned to my mom and asked if her hairbrush was still in the dresser drawer. Now it was my turn to be horrified. “Oh, Don, please don't tell me that you are going to spank that little girl with a hairbrush for this! C'mon for goodness sakes!” I had already heard Lynn telling Cindy that she would be spanking her bare bottom, and I well knew from much personal experience that adding a hairbrush to this vignette would really sting poor Cindy's bottom. “It was an accident and I'll pay the bills for it!! Let the poor kid go, or at least just use your hand to spank her!” Don ignored me and mother, having used her hairbrush on bare 11 year-old bottoms for much less than dented hoods and cracked windshields, was in silent agreement with Lynn and Don's plans, and told him that the brush was where it had always been.
When we finally got inside, Cindy and Lynn were already upstairs and I suspected that Lynn was already undressing my niece. Don grimly headed up the steps, and mom gave me a look of disgust as she said, “If you were ten years younger and I was ten years younger, I would be spanking your bare bottom too, Pamela. I hope that you are ashamed of yourself.” I knew what I had to do and started upstairs.
As I reached the second floor, I saw the door to my parents bedroom was closed, and I heard Don and Lynn both scolding Cindy, and Cindy's sobbing apologies. When the loud and distinct sounds of a spanking started on the other side of the door, I knew what I should do…what I ought to do, but did I have the courage?
I grabbed the door knob, and stepped in, quickly closing the door behind me. Poor little Cindy was draped across her mom's lap, feet high in the air, and her head almost on the floor. Her shorts were laying on the floor, and her little panties were down around her knees. Lynn was indeed spanking Cindy's cute little bare bottom with mom's old hairbrush, and the poor girl had had little red circles on each bare cheek. Cindy was sobbing and squealing enough to break my heart, and kicking as much as the thin ribbon of pink cotton around her knees would allow her. Don gave me a look that could kill from his position across the room, but I just stared at my feet while my little friend learned her lesson on her mother's knee.
Finally, the hairbrush spanking came to a stop. After giving Cindy a moment to get her sobs under control, Lynn asked her, “How old are you, little Miss Cynthia?”
“Nooo, mommy, please!!!!!” came the crying reply from my little niece as she scissored her feet with renewed vigor.
With a hard crack of the hairbrush right across the middle of Cindy's cute little rear, Lynn again demanded, “How old are you, Cynthia Dawn?”
Cindy squealed and kicked her feet as she squeaked “Eleven, mommy, pleeeassse noooo!”
The hairbrush slapped down across the little red bottom, “1,” said Lynn, and slowly continued to spank while counting each spank out loud, “2, 3, 4, … 9, 10, and 11. This is what happens when an 11 year old girl needs to be spanked, young lady, and it can well happen to you again, Cynthia Dawn . Do you understand me?”
Cindy was squealing and crying hard, and I was amazed! I had never seen a spanking end this way, and only found out later that it was how every one of poor little Cindy's spankings ended…one spank for every year, with the reminder of what to expect if she needs to be spanked again.
Having finished Cindy's spanking, Lynn turned her attention to me. Still holding my red-bottomed niece across her lap she started yelling at me. “This is none of your business, Pam. Get out of here. Haven't you caused enough trouble for Cindy today without barging in here while she's getting her spanking? What in the hell is the matter with you, anyhow?”
I stammered as I looked at Cindy's red and squirmy bottom. Cindy was crying even harder as she realized that her Aunt Pammie had seen her getting her bare bottom spanked. “I….I…umm….I….I came to get my sp…sp….my spanking too.” I caught my breath and continued, “Cindy and I were playing together….it's only fair that I get spanked since she got spanked.”
Lynn was only momentarily shocked before she replied, “I've always thought that you were a spoiled little brat…there's nothing I'd like better than to blister your backside. Get over here!” As I shuffled across the room, Lynn helped Cindy to her feet. With her little panties still pulled down and both of her hands on her burning bottom, I saw all the soft bare skin below her waist and became acutely aware of what I was about to display.
Lynn grabbed my hand and yanked me in front of her. I shuddered and blushed to have Lynn undo and pull down my shorts, leaving me in only a flimsy pair of almost sheer nylon panties. As she firmly pushed my shorts to my ankles, she told me to step out of them. As I kicked my pants off on the floor next to Cindy's, I blushed to have everybody seeing me in just my little underpants. The embarrassment of being dressed only in my thin underwear lasted only a few seconds until Lynn caught hold of my panties and pulled them right down to my ankles. I blushed scarlet red as my triangle of dark hair was displayed to my sister-in-law and I knew that my brother and Cindy were seeing my 24 year old bare bottom.
Lynn wasted no time as she pulled me across her lap. SPANK! The first hairbrush-spank cracked across my bare bottom, giving me more surprise than pain. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! she continued, and the tingle grew into real smarting, and I started to wriggle and whimper a little. Then she brought the big wooden brush down with a mighty crack right onto the tenderest flesh where my thighs and bottom meet and curve inward. Holy Hannah that hurt!!!! WOW !!! I shrieked, flailed my arms and legs in the air and rolled completely off her lap onto the floor.
Lynn was surprised at having lost me, but I was much bigger and stronger than the 11 year old girl she was accustomed to spanking. As I lay on my side on the floor, pretty surprised myself, I realized that I was the center of attraction. Cindy, Lynn and Don were all staring right at me…who knew what to do? Was my spanking over? Was I hurt by the fall? Could Lynn put me over her knees again and spank me some more after this? Big brother finally took charge, and it was obvious that he was still quite mad at me.
He took hold of my arm and pulled me up to my feet…a most ungraceful and unlady-like feat of acrobatics. With my panties still binding my ankles, my legs went in and out like a slapstick actor portraying a drunk as I tried to get and keep my balance. I was horrified to be displaying everything intimate to my big brother, my angry sister-in-law, and my wide-eyed niece, but I had no control over my own movements at that moment!
Don gave me another smack or two, his bare hand stinging my bare bottom almost as much as Lynn's brush had, and I was trying to dance my bare rear away from his big hand. It occurred to me that Lynn had stripped down my panties when I was facing her, and had quickly draped me over her knee, so only she had seen my delicately trimmed pubic patch. Now, with Don dragging me up from the floor, holding and spanking me as I danced in the middle of the room, everybody was seeing all of me, and I was so embarrassed.
“When you got too big for mom to turn you over her knee to spank you, she put you on her bed for your spankings, little lady…” he dragged me to the edge of the bed, “Now lay down Pam — your spanking hasn't even started yet.” With an extra firm spank, he let me go. As I crawled onto the bed I was crying, but I knew that the worst was yet to come. “Lock your hands under your belly, young lady,” Don said, using the exact phrase mom always used to get us to uncover her target. With both hands holding each other under my belly, my bottom was completely on display again, and I was unlikely to reach back as I got my spanking.
I shuddered as I saw Lynn over my shoulder as she approached the side of the bed, hairbrush in hand. When I went across Lynn's knees a few moments ago I was pretty cocky and confident that while it would be embarrassing and perhaps a little stingy, a spanking was nothing for a 24 year old girl to really worry about. After the few spanks I had received, and with Don's unexpected participation, I was more than a little worried and began to try to talk Lynn into an easy spanking.
“I'm sorry, Lynn…it was just an accident…” CRACK! The spanking started again. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! She may have been a petite woman, but Lynn was spanking with the strength of a mythical Amazon Woman, and I wriggled all over the bed as the hairbrush stung my bare bottom. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! “ooooo!!!!” was all I could say, geez this was hurting, SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Finally I broke down and started crying real tears, squirming and kicking like Cindy had been doing a few minutes ago. How embarrassing, I can't even take my spanking like a big girl! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Here I am bawling and squealing, “Please Lynn, no more, I'm sorry!” and squirming my bottom around right in front of everybody, while my sister-in-law gives me a spanking. Heck, little Cindy took her bare bottomed spanking more bravely than I was!
Now I was remembering why I so feared these visits to this room with my mom or dad, to have my panties pulled down and my bare bottom soundly hairbrushed. There was no age factor of protection to me, and my bare rear was stinging just as it had during my sessions with the hairbreush in my teens!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK It seemed to go on forever! Finally the long and horrible hairbrushing was over, and I laid on the bed crying like a well spanked little girl.
Just as I got my choking sobs under control, I heard Lynn's menacing voice, “And now, just how old are you, Pamela?” I was horrified!! I had seen what happened when Cindy squeaked out “11” just a few minutes ago, and was scared to death. Surely to God she wasn't going to give me 24 more spanks??? “No, Lynn, please, I have had enough, no more, please, I'm really, really sorry!” I cried.
SPANK!!! The hairbrush stung my burning bottom again, “I asked you a question young lady, and I expect an answer!” SPANK! SPANK! “Now, tell me how old you are, Pamela!”
“Lyyyynnnn,” I cried, feeling very much like a spanked little girl, “Noooo more, pleeeassee!!!!!” I couldn't help myself as I pleaded like a snotty little nine-year-old, “Please, Lynn – you spanked me so much harder than Cindy….”
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! “Am I going to have to ask you again, Miss Pamela, or should I just keep spanking until you are ready to answer me?” SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! “I am waiting, young lady,” SPANK!!
My stomach cramped and my bottom clenched when I heard Don say, “She's 24, Lynn, and I'll take care of this part.”
“No!! Don!! Please, Don, no” I shrieked, “I can't take any more of this, please don't spank me any more,” I bawled.
“Give me the hairbrush, Lynn.” I peeked over my shoulder to see Lynn handing the awful brush to my brother, “No!! Doonnnn, please not with that brush, please Dooonn!!!”
“Lock your hands again, Pamela!” SPANK!
“Please, Donnie, please. I don't have my underpants on!” As if he wasn't aware of my state of undress as I wriggled around on the bed, “Please don't spank me while I'm bare, Donnie, Pleaassee!!!”
“Now, Pamela….you have needed this ever since Mom and Dad quit spanking you.”
“Noooo, Doonn, Pleaasee!!! I've already had my spanking!!”, I begged and squirmed, but reached my hands together under me.
SPANK! “1,” he announced, SPANK! “2,” Boo-hoo!!!!!! SPANK “3, 4, 5,” each one harder than the last, in a slow and deliberate cadence, with just a second or two to draw my breath between each one. “6, 7, 8…” He spreads them out across both sides of my throbbing bottom. The 'big-girl' in me was horrified to have my elder brother applying all of his concentration to studying my bare bottom and planning his next spank. The 'little girl 'in me was horrified to have my elder brother applying his hairbrush to my bare bottom.
“16, 17, 18, 19” AAuurrggh! I can't make it…he is spanking only my thighs now, right at the base of my cheeks, “PLeeeassse Doooon!!!!”
“20,” OOOOOO !!! I squeal as he hits the same delicate place that Lynn had found earlier, and delivers the last four on the same tender patch of skin, “21, 22, 23, 24!!! This is what happens when a 24 year old girl needs to be spanked, young lady, and it can well happen to you again, Pamela Joan . Do you understand me?”
“Whaaa!!!!!” Who can feel like a 24 year old girl after having her panties pulled down and getting a bare bottomed spanking with a hairbrush? I feel like a six year old girl as I cry and wiggle my hot bottom, “Whhhaaaa!!!!! ” With both hands clutching my burning rear I cry and roll around on the bed with absolutely no care of the spectacle I am making.
In a very stern, maternal sort of way, Lynn said, “You two young ladies stay here until you're done crying, then you may rejoin the family. And if I get any attitude out of either of you, or if you pout around and try to ruin the rest of the day for the rest of us, I will take down your panties and spank both of you again, do you hear me?” Cindy squeaked her understanding, but I just buried my head in the pillow. Cindy whose little Disney panties were back up again, hopped up on mom's side of the bed, and grabbed the other pillow for her tears, and we both stayed in that room for more than an hour.
Finally, with the seriousness and innocence of youth, Cindy said to me, “Aunt Pam, your bum is really red!” I started to laugh at her sincerity and concern, and said, “Well your mom and dad just gave me a spanking! And your bottom isn't white anymore either, you know!” The tension broken, we both laughed and cried at the same time.
As I retrieved my panties from my ankles and we both picked up and pulled on our shorts, Cindy confessed, “Wow! I didn't know that big girls got spankings too, Aunt Pam. Mommy spanked you harder than she has ever spanked me, and I never got my last spanks as hard as you got!”
“Sweetheart,” I told her as I swept her in my arms and gave her a big bear hug, “Big girls only get spankings like that when they behave like naughty little girls. Your mommy and daddy gave me just what I deserved.”
PS：个人翻译的第二篇，希望大家喜欢。现在发现外国人名有很多爱称，简写或者一些变体之类的，翻译起来比较麻烦，还要特别注释一下免得大家看混了。正在考虑要不名字干脆不翻了，单纯注释一下哪两个称呼是指同一人也许更好理解。
另外就是英语中的象声词，类似“CRACK!”属于最常见的，但还有“SPANK!”这种，放中文里我就只能按照象声词来翻译了，不知道大家有没有好的翻译方法，感谢！最后也是连原文一并奉上，感谢原作！
