My name is ElilKani and I'm 19yrs old. I'm of Indian nationality and was an only child of two loving parents which were also only children. My mom and dad married out of love and eloped, because they didn't have the consent of their families as my dad was Christian and my mom Hindu. We lived happily in a 2 bedroom apartment in Mumbai, we weren't wealthy but we were happy and I had a great but very sheltered childhood.
My parents were pretty rigid about their views on my upbringing. At a pretty young age I started to develop, at the age of 11 I got my period and already had perky B cup breasts. This aroused boy's interest in me. Something that my parents found cute and they teased me about it. But they also laid down the rules; that I would have time for boyfriends and the like, later in life (after I finished my studies).
Now I needed to be a 'good girl', and immerse myself in my studies. They didn't allow me to go to parties and even school events were out of the question without supervision, and if they agreed I had an 8 o'clock curfew. This was madding. Sleepover at friends was also out of the question, as I said pretty sheltered childhood.
When I turned 15 my mom got news that her dad had passed away a few yrs back and now her mom was on her deathbed. My mom was broken hearted about the news; the fact that she was an only child only compounded the misery. So after talking things over with dad, she tried to see her mother and her relatives, In the hopes of at least patching things up with her before she died.
But time didn't soften grandma's heart; she blamed granddad's death on my mom's actions, and told her she would never forgive her. She died a few days later and mom came back pretty depressed.
After that things got from bad to worse, after around 2 yrs dad got into a bad accident and died. As mom was a housewife, she didn't have anyway of supporting us and the fact that she had never gotten over her broken heart because of her parents rejection, didn't help the situation.
My dad's parents were still alive and when they found out what had happened they were ready to forget the past and help us out as they were pretty well of & I was their only grandchild.
To me all this felt like I was thrown into a tornado, didn't know which way was up and was very worried about my mom. My grandparents were there trying to help the best they could. By I couldn't ignore the fact that mom never smiled or laughed.
One afternoon after a few months of us moving in with them, when I got back from school, I found a lot of people at my grandparents house, in my bones I knew something bad had happened and then my grandpa came a hugged me, telling me that my mom was dead. I fainted mid sentence. Didn't get to hear the bit where he added that she had committed suicide. Found that out later.
They say that there are 7 stages of grief and I felt each and every one of them on 'my skin' and in my soul. The shock and denial came hand in hand with the pain and guilt, as did the depression and loneliness, because I was alone. My grandparents were there, but they were strangers.
The strongest emotion was anger. I was angry at everyone and everything. It wasn't easy to live with me at that point in time. Because I was hurting I wanted everybody around me to hurt. And the main two people who I could take out my frustration on were my grandparents; I did everything to drive them mad. If they said 'day' I would shout 'night' etc.
Grandpa made an effort to understand and forgive, but after a while my grandma had had enough.
One day I said something that was too much for her, and after shouting and berating me she pulled me to my granddads study. "Enough is enough!" she shouted to the room in general. "I can't take this anymore! This child is spoiled and it's about time she was taught a lesson" she informed my grandpa. "If she doesn't understand kind words. It's time to make her see the hard way, how to respect her elders".
My granddad tried to reason with her, saying I had gone through a lot already.
I stood there with my head down awaiting judgment. "No, I've had enough of her mouth. Tired of understanding. It's almost been a year. She isn't a baby anymore, she's 18 yrs old almost a grown woman. But if she will act like a child, we will treat her like one. And why are you excusing her behavior. You used to spank our son for a lot less. So either you do it, or I will and I won't be so compassionate..." she said, letting go of my hand with disgust and walking out the room.
My grandpa got up from behind his desk with a sad look on his face that said 'I'm sorry dear'. But I knew I wasn't going to get out of the spanking, which worried me as I didn't like pain and my parents had never reprimanded me using harsh world let alone hit me.
He sat on the leather sofa that was in the room and lifted his hand in a silent request for me to come forward.
"Please grandpa" I pleaded softly, but before he could answer or I could add anything to my plea, my grandma was back with a paddle (the one you play ping-pong with) in her hand, I was shocked. She handed it over to grandpa and looked at me. I didn't know what to do, "I'll be good" I pleaded, "please grandma".
"No. You have to learn your lesson" thus saying she left the room.
I looked at my grandpa and seeing no out, went over to him and lay down, stomach first on his thighs.
I had a pretty voluptuous body, having blossomed and grown even more as the years progressed. Now my breasts were big tear shaped D cups and my bottom was in proportion to my top half, which mean it was pretty voluptuous as well. This being said I hadn't planned on getting spanked, so I was wearing a nightdress which was knee length, with white cotton panties and a bra underneath.