This is a true story which happened 30+ years ago, towards the end of a communist regime. The spanking I am about to describe, was instrumental in formation of my spanking fetish. Back then, I already had an interest in spankings and I was indulging in various fantasies, mainly in my bed, while drifting asleep. Mind you those fantasies were different from spankings I and my sister were receiving.
Only after years the described spanking entered my fantasies, and later reality. I trace my interest in clenching and unclenching bottoms, legs and feet positions and taking shoes off before spanking to this very event. Equally, my fascination about taking spanking stoically springs from the same source.
I am trying to be as much accurate as I can, but the passage of time could have caused deviations in some details.
Also the event I am about to describe had to be slightly changed due to the Literotica objections.
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When this spanking happen I was mid 20 and my sister freshly 18. At that time I was already living in a different town, but still went back home regularly, sometimes staying over the weekend, sometimes for a full week. On this occasion it was just a weekend sleepover.
We still had the same sleeping arrangements, sharing the same room, with a difference that I was not there most of the time.
On that particular night, it was around 10PM, and I was already in my bed. I had a plan to get a good night sleep, due to some expected drinking session next day with my friends in the town. My sister was also already in her pyjamas, together with the mother in the kitchen.
Lights were off in our 'children' room, but door to the kitchen was opened ajar, and some light light was getting in. Mother and sister were finishing some preparatory work for the next day baking, radio was on with broadcasting the news, albeit quietly, and they talked to each other about things related to that baking. I was not paying attention to at all to that, it was just a background to my thoughts, which started to get blurry already.
Suddenly, I was drawn to the conversation they were having. It must have been because of the mother's tone changed somewhat. It became kind of playfully stern. I am not sure how to describe that. Within seconds I established, that my sister Monika did something differently than mother told her to do.
Due to the radio news and their quiet voices it was not easy to fully understand, but then I clearly heard mother saying: "I'll give you one slap on your pyjama's bottom with my hand, OK? Could you just arch your back and stick your bottom out for me?"
There were no reply, but shortly after that I heard a firm slap and a quiet "ouch".
"No, this was not good, we need to repeat it. I want you to relax your bottom, it was clenched."
Again, no response, only another sound of a quite hard slap. There was no 'ouch' this time.
"Ok, that was better. We finish this now quickly, and we'll go to bed, but tomorrow evening, I think you should get some more proper spanking. It has been quite a while since the last one, hasn't it? I think it'll do you good, huh?" - I could hear my mother speaking through the newsreader's voice.
"Alright, maybe... if you think... but Peter is at home now..." there were parts which I could not hear clearly.
Mother only said:"We'll do it in our bedroom, I'll tell him that there are some dresses you need to try and I have to check the fit, so he won't disturb us there. I don't think he will be much interested in that."
Well, after this a good night sleep was out of the question. By then, my spanking fetish was well established. My fantasy started to race, together with my heart rhythm.
Eventually I managed to fall asleep, but I knew that a planned pub crawling was out of the question, I was not going to miss what was to happen. I knew there was no way I could actually see this spanking, but surely I would be able at least to listen to it.
Saturday came, and it was dragging for me terribly. I didn't want to leave the house, as not to miss this rare chance. I did help with some housework, but then mother asked me to go to the shops to get some grocery and fruits. Of course I did not want to go, as I thought that would give them the chance to do spanking without me being in the house.
Reluctantly, I submitted to the request, because I could not come up with any good excuse.
That shopping trip was the speediest I had ever done in my entire life. When I returned home I was looking for the telltale signs, such as Monika's face or her behaviour, anything... They appeared to be quite busy with cooking and baking. Maybe I was still in my luck, I thought to myself.
After lunch I stayed in our common bedroom, Monika went out for few hours. Time stood still. I was trying to read, but it was really difficult to focus on anything.
Finally, she returned back home, after good three hours. It was past 5PM. I pretended that I was reading my astronomy encyclopedia and was listening to my Walkman. The tape was playing, but the volume was very low. I needed to hear what was happening.
The two had some conversation in the kitchen, but the radio was on and a door shut, so I could not understand a single uttered word. I was full of expectations and rather inpatient. After many long minutes, I could not bear it any longer, I needed to see what was happening.
Monika was sat behind the kitchen table and eating. I joined her, saying I was hungry too, but in fact I just wanted to get some clues.... Will it happen? If so, when?
I finished my meal, Monika too, and no clues were given to me at all. I told them that I was going back to study my encyclopedia and listen to some music and I was not feeling like going out that night.
Nearly another hour passed, my sister was in and out of the room several times, but nothing. After a good hour, finally the things started to move.
Mother came into the room with Monika, opened her wardrobe and removing some dresses from there. Mother told me that they were going to check the fit, since some of them could be already too small for her. "We are going into my bedroom, there is a large mirror there. Could you leave us alone while we'll do that?"
I looked at my mother and rolled my eyes - "Why would I bother you, I am quite alright here, reading and listening to my music".
After that they left and closed the door. The kitchen radio was on again, playing some pop music, but not too loudly. I could hear through the door the unmistakeable sound of opening the kitchen cupboard drawer. This was, where the spatula was being kept.
And then, silence.
All I could hear now was my heart. It was pumping so loudly, that I thought they must have heard it through the walls.
Immediately I wanted to jump out of my chair and run down the corridor to listen to whatever was going to happen. At the same time, I feared that I will be discovered. I waited a few long seconds. Took my headphones off and listened through the door.
Only a silly song from the radio could be heard. Another wait. Slowly and quietly I opened the door. The kitchen was empty. Suddenly there was a sound of mother's bedroom door opening. All the doors in our apartment had a distinctive sound and I could easily tell which one was which. I froze.
Within seconds another door opened -- the toilet. Either mother or sister went to use the bathroom. Quietly I shut my door and waited. There was the flashing sound and then the sound of running water. Another door opening, closing, and finally the closing of the mother's bedroom doors. I noticed that the song in the radio has changed to something sweet, and more silly.
