Truth story 1 The Alarm Clock Altercation

    There are two categories of stories on this blog.  What if = a fantasy/ fictional story and Truth = an actual event.

   The following story is a Truth story that actually took place.

     The Alarm Clock Altercation.

   I was peacefully asleep, as I felt a sharp sting on my bottom.  I rose up quickly to a seated position, shocked at what happened, still feeling the slap on my bottom.

  There  sitting up in my bed looking towards the side of my bed,   stood with arms folded across her chest was an unhappy looking Bea.

   I looked at her puzzled, not knowing why she looked cross, when Bea had woken me up before with a smack on the bottom, she was smiling,  plus it was more a pat last time.  No this time she looked cross and the smack left a sting behind.

"Ow Bea that stung." I stated.

"Good, look at the time, you're late." Bea replied crossly.

   How could I be late, I thought.  After all my alarm hadn't even gone off yet.  I rolled over to look at the time.   I was late, not only that but I noticed that I hadn't set the alarm.

   Now normally some people would mutter oh then a rude word.  Instead I simply said erm.  Bea wasn't pleased and went straight into a lecture about setting my alarm, how it wasn't the first time, not even the second time and how I've been told about it before.

   I wasn't in trouble, I was in big trouble.  Without any further encouragement I shot out of bed straight to the bathroom to use the facilities and shower. I swear I could've out run the 'Flash'.  I wasted no time at all before I was back in my room wrapped in a towel and then getting dressed.

 I was all set as I walked down the stairs in a hurry. Bea was there waiting for me.

" This is the third time young lady, I would've thought you'd have learnt your lesson by now." She spoke.

  I looked down at my feet as Bea lectured me about the responsibility of setting my alarm and checking it was indeed set.  I nodded and mumbled sorry as she lectured me.

 " You, young lady are going to get a good spanking this evening, for now turn around and bend over." I was ordered. 

  I turned around and bent over, placing my hands on my knees, keeping my legs together and straight.  I felt Beas hand resting on my bottom, my black skirt and tights won't offer much protection.

   A Sharp sting erupted on my left bottom cheek causing me to jump slightly and then quickly followed by one on my right bottom cheek before being told to stand up.

"Go get to the car, you're getting a lift in before you end up being late." I was told.

   With a quick rub of my bottom, I made my way to the car.  The drive to work was in silence, I merely just looked out of the window, not even noticing what was happening on the streets this particular morning.

  I was so lost in thought I hadn't even noticed we'd arrived. After an I'll see you this evening and a nod from me I went into work.

   The day passed pretty quickly, a little too quickly I thought.  But was uneventful.  All I could think about was what was going to happen when I got home. 

  It didn't take me long before I arrived home. As I entered the house I was greeted by come here young lady.  I followed the voice intro the living room. There sat in a chair was Bea, still with a look of disappointment on her face. 

"Go and fetch the hairbrush my girl." I was told.

   I went straight to my room and collected the hairbrush from my bedside table, giving my alarm clock a side glance as though I could blame everything on the technology rather than my own carelessness.  I didn't waste any time hanging about , I headed straight back to the living room, knowing what was about to happen.

  Bea held out her hand. I handed over the hairbrush to her and stood by her side.

" Get those tights off and get over my knee." Bea ordered.

  There was no lecture, no asking if I knew what I did wrong. Just a simple command.

  I quickly removed my tights, folded them neatly and placed them on the couch before laying over her knee.

   Bea took hold of the hem off my skirt and slowly raised it over my bottom and folding the skirt neatly onto my lower back, my white sloggi knickers were on full show as she took a firm grip on my waist with her left hand.

   With the hairbrush in her right hand, Bea gently patted my bottom a couple of times then with the hairbrush coming to a final aiming rest on my bottom, she raised it in the air.

   It didn't take long before wood met knickers in a resounding thwack.  I gasped as my head shot up and my bottom bounced from the impact. A sting quickly rose on my right lower bottom cheek causing me to kick out my leg.

   A second spank landed in the exact same well aimed spot.

"Oww" I cried out as it felt like a hundred needles had just been stuck into my bottom. 

   With a quick rapid fire of spanks the hairbrush descended upon my bottom.  I wriggled and cried out as the sting grew and grew.

   Each spank seemed harder than the last as I sobbed in vien.  I reached back with my right hand in an attempt to halt the onslaught.

"Keep your hands on the floor, if I have to tell you again I'll take your knickers down." I was warned and the point given with a sharp spank to the top of my left thigh. I yelp as I placed my hand back on the floor.

   Bea renewed her vigour in the punishing spanking of the hairbrush, my cries getting louder.

   I couldn't stop myself and reached back once more, pleading how sorry I was.  My pleas were met by a you were warned before I felt my knickers being pulled down to mid thigh.

"Very red but I can do better" Bea spoke before returning her attention to making sure the sit spot area of my bottom was a good shade of beetroot. 

  Each spank delivered in a flurry directly and expertly aimed at the lower cheeks of my bottom, I howled and kicked before the final strikes were delivered.

  Once I was ordered to stand up, Bea led me by the arm to the corner of the room. I was told to stay there and not rub my bottom or she'll start again. I didn't need to be told twice as I stood there burning bottom on show.

   I don't know how long I was there before I was told to pull up my knickers and go get ready for bed.

   In my room, I took a moment to see the damage, my bottom was a deep beetroot red and on fire. My tear stained face had my  hair clinging to my cheeks. I washed my face, tieded my hair and changed for bed before laying down on my bed on my stomach till I fell asleep.

   Since then I've triple checked my alarm was on and set.