Overheard at a Motel
Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 3:06 pm
Overheard at a Motel
Jerry couldn't believe it! He knew his mom had packed his swimsuit, he had it at the last place they stayed, but now it couldn't be found! So the entire family, everyone but him, was down at the motel pool having fun while he searched and searched for it.
He'd already scattered everything from his suitcase, with no luck, so he was now jamming everything back in as he considered whose suitcase to search next.
There had been some noise and movement in the next room. The walls were paper thin and Jerry had become used to ignoring the noise from the other room, but then something came that he couldn't ignore.
"No daddy! I'm sorry I won't do it again no not on the bare! Please not on the bare!"
Jerry turned his head towards the wall. He knew what those words meant. Someone was going to get a spanking! Maybe the girl deserved one or maybe her dad was just being mean, but that didn't matter. She was going to get her bum smacked and that was all there was to it.
The girl pleaded a few more times, then the smacks started and Jerry let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He had been practically sure that a spanking would happen, but he hadn't really known it would. He'd heard other kids talk their way out from spanking and didn't want this nameless girl to be one of them.
Not that he'd ever had to talk his way out of getting a sore bum. Jerry's parents didn't believe in spanking but he had some friends whose parents felt differently. He'd seen more attention getting swats on the seat than real spankings but had witnessed a few of his friends getting their tales toasted over a parental lap. He heard more than he'd seen, but whenever there was a chance he tried to see it. Of course that was almost never except if he happened to be a room when a parent decided that it was going to happen.
And he'd never seen a spanking given on the bare bum. Virtually all of the spankings he had seen had been on the seat of jeans. Jerry had heard a few kids threatened with getting one on the bare, but the closest he'd come to seeing something like that was when Eddy Webster's mom spanked him on his jockey shorts. He'd gawked openly until Mrs. Webster looked him full in the eyes and told him that if he was so fascinated by spankings he could get one next - or he could leave now.
Jerry didn't really believe that Eddy's mom would actually do that, but he had run all the way home. Eddy's mom had teased him about that for almost a week afterward, twice going so far as to pretend to offer to show him what a spanking felt like, but Jerry had turned her down and soon the teasing stopped.
It had been a while since he'd been anywhere around a spanking, but he was listening to a good one now. Part him wanted to check to see if there was he could look into the room, but he knew all the rooms had thick blinds. There was no way to see into a room with them closed and no one would be mean enough to spank without closing them first.
Listening, he heard the girl's father lecturing "I warned you this would happen. Didn't I warn you? Look what you're making me do" but Jerry was focusing more on the sound of the spanking than the parental lecture. It didn't sound like any spanking he'd heard before. Oh the girl squealing and yelping was normal enough, but there was something different about how the smacks sounded.
Then it dawned on Jerry - the man wasn't using his hand. He was spanking his daughter with something that wasn't his hand. Jerry had heard that could happen but he had never seen it before. Okay, technically he wasn't seeing it now but that just a technicality. Standing there listening, Jerry couldn't help wondering what the man was using.
All too soon (from Jerry's point of view) the spanking ended. With the smacking ended there was only sobbing to be heard.
Then the man spoke.
"Now I want to see you naughty bum staring out from that corner. Move!"
Jerry couldn't believe it! Getting sent to the corner was alternative to spanking, not part of one. He could only shake his head at this. To his eye it was as if that girl was getting punished twice for the same thing. Not that he knew what it was; he hadn't been paying attention to her father's words as he lectured her.
Ignoring her dwindling sobs he went back to his search, finally finding his swimsuit in his brother Frank's suitcase. Before pulling it up, Jerry paused to wonder if that girl had her swimsuit taken down. If she had been in a swimsuit and it was a one piece one then it wouldn't have just been her bottom that was bare. She would have been as bare as he was standing there with his swimsuit down at his feet.
Then Jerry pulled up his swimsuit and left the motel room. Walking out on the second floor walkway, Jerry could see his family splashing in the pool and rushed to join them. When his mother asked what took so long, Jerry lied more or less on instinct.
"My swimsuit wasn't my suitcase. I had to look through Frank's suitcase five times before I found it."
While he splash in the pool, Jerry kept an eye on the room where the spanking had happened. He figured it was likely that the girl would be coming down to the pool. She wouldn't be crying, but maybe he could see some colour peeking out from her suit. Even if there wasn't any he could tease her and say there was: there was no way she could check without a mirror.
Then something happened that confused him. A man and woman left that room.
'I wonder why that woman didn't do the spanking.' Jerry thought to himself. 'And she must have just sat there. Weird how the man didn't say anything to her.'
The pair left, but only they left.
'The girl must be grounded too.' Jerry decided. 'First a spanking, then facing the corner, and now grounding. I wonder what she did to earn three punishments?'
Later, as his family was leaving the pool, a different family was moving into that room but the girl still hadn't come out.
It would be years before Jerry puzzled out had really happened that day.
Goodgulf
Jerry couldn't believe it! He knew his mom had packed his swimsuit, he had it at the last place they stayed, but now it couldn't be found! So the entire family, everyone but him, was down at the motel pool having fun while he searched and searched for it.
He'd already scattered everything from his suitcase, with no luck, so he was now jamming everything back in as he considered whose suitcase to search next.
There had been some noise and movement in the next room. The walls were paper thin and Jerry had become used to ignoring the noise from the other room, but then something came that he couldn't ignore.
"No daddy! I'm sorry I won't do it again no not on the bare! Please not on the bare!"
Jerry turned his head towards the wall. He knew what those words meant. Someone was going to get a spanking! Maybe the girl deserved one or maybe her dad was just being mean, but that didn't matter. She was going to get her bum smacked and that was all there was to it.
The girl pleaded a few more times, then the smacks started and Jerry let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He had been practically sure that a spanking would happen, but he hadn't really known it would. He'd heard other kids talk their way out from spanking and didn't want this nameless girl to be one of them.
Not that he'd ever had to talk his way out of getting a sore bum. Jerry's parents didn't believe in spanking but he had some friends whose parents felt differently. He'd seen more attention getting swats on the seat than real spankings but had witnessed a few of his friends getting their tales toasted over a parental lap. He heard more than he'd seen, but whenever there was a chance he tried to see it. Of course that was almost never except if he happened to be a room when a parent decided that it was going to happen.
And he'd never seen a spanking given on the bare bum. Virtually all of the spankings he had seen had been on the seat of jeans. Jerry had heard a few kids threatened with getting one on the bare, but the closest he'd come to seeing something like that was when Eddy Webster's mom spanked him on his jockey shorts. He'd gawked openly until Mrs. Webster looked him full in the eyes and told him that if he was so fascinated by spankings he could get one next - or he could leave now.
Jerry didn't really believe that Eddy's mom would actually do that, but he had run all the way home. Eddy's mom had teased him about that for almost a week afterward, twice going so far as to pretend to offer to show him what a spanking felt like, but Jerry had turned her down and soon the teasing stopped.
It had been a while since he'd been anywhere around a spanking, but he was listening to a good one now. Part him wanted to check to see if there was he could look into the room, but he knew all the rooms had thick blinds. There was no way to see into a room with them closed and no one would be mean enough to spank without closing them first.
Listening, he heard the girl's father lecturing "I warned you this would happen. Didn't I warn you? Look what you're making me do" but Jerry was focusing more on the sound of the spanking than the parental lecture. It didn't sound like any spanking he'd heard before. Oh the girl squealing and yelping was normal enough, but there was something different about how the smacks sounded.
Then it dawned on Jerry - the man wasn't using his hand. He was spanking his daughter with something that wasn't his hand. Jerry had heard that could happen but he had never seen it before. Okay, technically he wasn't seeing it now but that just a technicality. Standing there listening, Jerry couldn't help wondering what the man was using.
All too soon (from Jerry's point of view) the spanking ended. With the smacking ended there was only sobbing to be heard.
Then the man spoke.
"Now I want to see you naughty bum staring out from that corner. Move!"
Jerry couldn't believe it! Getting sent to the corner was alternative to spanking, not part of one. He could only shake his head at this. To his eye it was as if that girl was getting punished twice for the same thing. Not that he knew what it was; he hadn't been paying attention to her father's words as he lectured her.
Ignoring her dwindling sobs he went back to his search, finally finding his swimsuit in his brother Frank's suitcase. Before pulling it up, Jerry paused to wonder if that girl had her swimsuit taken down. If she had been in a swimsuit and it was a one piece one then it wouldn't have just been her bottom that was bare. She would have been as bare as he was standing there with his swimsuit down at his feet.
Then Jerry pulled up his swimsuit and left the motel room. Walking out on the second floor walkway, Jerry could see his family splashing in the pool and rushed to join them. When his mother asked what took so long, Jerry lied more or less on instinct.
"My swimsuit wasn't my suitcase. I had to look through Frank's suitcase five times before I found it."
While he splash in the pool, Jerry kept an eye on the room where the spanking had happened. He figured it was likely that the girl would be coming down to the pool. She wouldn't be crying, but maybe he could see some colour peeking out from her suit. Even if there wasn't any he could tease her and say there was: there was no way she could check without a mirror.
Then something happened that confused him. A man and woman left that room.
'I wonder why that woman didn't do the spanking.' Jerry thought to himself. 'And she must have just sat there. Weird how the man didn't say anything to her.'
The pair left, but only they left.
'The girl must be grounded too.' Jerry decided. 'First a spanking, then facing the corner, and now grounding. I wonder what she did to earn three punishments?'
Later, as his family was leaving the pool, a different family was moving into that room but the girl still hadn't come out.
It would be years before Jerry puzzled out had really happened that day.
Goodgulf