Getting Spanked At Church

At Church

I woke up to my mom shaking me and telling me to get up for church. It was Sunday, and I can't name one 12 year old girl who would want to be at church on a day off of school rather than playing outside with her friends or playing video games (if she's into that kind of stuff). So, like every Sunday, I was in a grumpy-pouty mood. I got up out of bed and took a shower. I came out of the shower and realized I forgot to grab my clothes, so I just put my pajamas back on and went downstairs to get my shoes on. I couldn't find my church shoes, so I put flip-flops on. Now I'm all set to go right? I yell "Ready to go!" and my mom comes to the front door with her keys and purse, to find me in my pajama pants, aeropostale sleeping shirt, and flip-flops. "You're not ready, go get dressed!" she says. "But mommy, this is good enough! Please?" "NOW Lexi, before you get yourself in trouble," she scolds me. "But no one's even going to care!" Then she grabs my arm and I know whats coming next, so I start pleading and trying to squirm away. "No no no! Please no I'll get dressed I promise!" Then she drops her purse and holds me steady. -swat, swat, swat, swat- I whimper loudly after every one of the quick sharp spanks. My mom gripped both my arms firmly, leaned down gave me a stern look, then said "Now, I said get dressed! Are you going to listen to me or do I have to do it again?" "I'm going mommy, please don't do it again I promise I'll get dressed!" I pleaded. Then she let go of my arms and I ran off to get dressed. I undressed, put on new underwear and a new bra, then I looked around for a dress. I didn't have any clean ones, so I threw on a pair of solid black jeans and a really long dark blue and black stripy shirt that fell down to my mid thighs. Ready to go!

We get to the church, and sit down. This is one of those churches with the all-wooden pews, no cushions or anything, and nothing for me to do except sit and listen. So, out of boredom, I started to play with the bibles in the back of the pews. Now, the pews also have pencils and pens in them, next to the bibles. "I'm going to the bathroom, be back in a sec," my mom tells me. "Okay mommy, I'll wait here." (I was VERY innocent at 12) And then after about a minute of her being gone, I get even more bored! So, I grabbed a pen and started coloring pictures on the pages of the bible. I was halfway through drawing an eyeball when my mom comes back. She half whispered half yelled at me "What are you doing?! Give that to me!" I handed my drawing which I had torn out of the book and the pen to her, and she gave me a look that said 'you're in so much trouble.' She grabbed my wrist and tugged me hard out of my seat, "you're coming with me to the bathroom." 

My mom didn't actually bring me to the bathroom I thought we were going to. I thought the church was only one floor, but she brought me to a staircase and pulled me by my wrist up to the top floor. The top floor has no lights on, no body around. She lets go of my wrist and grabs my ear, yanking me by my ear to the bathroom down the hall, all while I'm squirming and apologizing, trying to convince her not to spank me. She pushes open the bathroom door that says "family" and yanks me in. Then she flips the light switch on and she locks the handle. I'm on the floor, and I squirmed over to the corner while she was locking the door. She turns around and doesn't hesitate smacking my arm and shoulder while I'm in my curled up position. "WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT WAS OKAY?!" she yelled at me. I didn't answer. -smacks the back of my head hard- -whimpers- "ANSWER ME." "I don't know!!" I yelled back. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up, drags me to the toilet where she sat down and pulled me over her lap. She started punishing me with her hand -spank spank spank spank spank- the spanks came one after another after another, alternating cheeks every smack. I kicked and squirmed, which only made her hold me down against her lap tighter while she spanked me. After a minute of continuous swats on my bottom, she stopped for a second. I was sniffling, not crying yet. "Did you learn your lesson, Lexi?" she asked quietly. I was still sniffling, so I didn't respond right away. "I guess you haven't," my mom says as shes unbuckling her belt." "Noooooo mommy please!!!! I learned!!!!!!" I squirmed and begged. My mom raised her belt up and yelled "STAY STILL BRAT," as she swung down. The pain is unreal. As her belt hits me, my already sore butt starts stinging in pain and I jump from the sound and effect. "I SAID STAY STILL," she screamed in my ear, jamming her elbow into my back to hold me against her lap while she belts my butt. She was belting me hard, putting force into each spank. I went limp after a while, and although I felt every time the belt smacked across my bottom, the rest of my body felt numb. I could only manage small whimpers. 

After 5 minutes of receiving the belt I had earned, my mom then grabbed my ear again and pulled me off of her lap, dragging me towards the sink by my ear and then bending me over the sink. I was too sore to squirm. She pulls a bar of soap that she brings to work out of her purse. "Open your mouth Lexi." I open my mouth wide, knowing I'd get spanked more if I didn't. She then pushed the bar of soap into my mouth, pushing it in far and then half-way out repeatedly. "This is because when I asked why you did it you raised your voice at me. You will not raise your voice at me young lady, and if you do, you get your mouth washed. We've been over this a hundred times." My mom then slid the bar of soap all the way into my mouth and held my mouth closed. I was crying profusely, but my sobs didn't come out since my mouth was forced shut with the soap in it. She held me in place for about half a minute, then slid it out of my mouth, making sure she pulled the soap bar out against my teeth. Still bent over the sink, she put her left arm across my back, holding me bent over, and raised her right hand. "And you -spank- will -spank- NEVER -spank- do that -spank- AGAIN -spank spank spank- And -spank- I expect -spank spank- you to answer -spank spank spanks- me when I -spank spank- ask you -spank- a question. -spank spank spank spank spank spank spank- Understood brat?" "Yes mommy," I said through the tears and the whimpers, my face soaked from my crying. "Good. Now, wipe your face off and lets go. We're going home. When you get home, you're sitting at the kitchen table and you're going to think about what happened. Then when I tell you to go, you're going straight to your room. No dinner tonight and tomorrow night, and no video games for 12 days, you're grounded. Got it young lady?" "Yes mommy x( I got it," I said as I rubbed my sore butt, and wiped the tears and wetness off my face.

*Story over! That actually happened, all of the stories I write and are going to write are non-fiction and happened to me or I was involved in. If I write anything that's not non-fiction, I'll make sure I let you know before the story starts :D Thanks for reading! (If you did) I'd like to post at least one story a day now that I made my account, so follow if you want more! For more info about me if you wanted it, read my "About" section on my profile, I typed a bit about me and about what the page is. Feel free to request anything from me in the comments, story wise or real life things! I've got a Twitter you can ask for that I just started using again, and I'll make a Facebook page dedicated to updates and sneak peeks of what I'm writing to connect more directly with people! (That's if anyone would support it, comments?) Let me know! <3 <3 <3 I love you all, thanks again <3!! ~Lexi~