Growing Pains 2: Learning to Share

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This is a fictional story about the non consensual spanking of a 13 year old girl in foster care. she is in an unnamed Canadian city. Any group home that tried to implement spanking would probably be closed down faster than you can say "child protective services", but in the 70s, when this is set, nobody cared about that. I am writing as a female character as a thought experiment.


It only took a week for me to get in trouble again. I was in the kitchen, making myself a small
omelette, when Eric, a walking pain-in-the-ass if there ever was one, came in and asked if he
could have some. I was afraid of that. Whatever he sees he has to have some.

I tried ingnoring him as I put together the ingredients. No use. he just stood there and moved
around with his hand out.Eventually i couldn't stand it anymore. I said no. So out he walked. I
thought finally i was alone and could eat the stupid omlette.

I was wrong. in came a staff member, demanding to know why Eric could not have some of my
omlette. I said I wanted it for myself. she told me to share it. I lost my temper. i grabbed a
handful of barely-cooked omlette, flung it at Eric, and said "FINE, HERE!!!"

Bad move. Really bad move. Eric started screaming like I had hit him with a sledgehammer.
Priscilla, the staff person, was livid. she grabbed my forearm and hauled me into the dining
room. she sat in a chair and stood me beside her.

Suddenly I remembered George's threat a week ago. That spankings were going to become
commonplace. I clutched at the seat of my jeans, fearing the worst. Priscilla told me that it
was important to share and not to be so selfish. She saw the angry flash in my eyes, and
wasn't impressed.

She started unzipping my jeans. I begged her not to and tried to protect the zipper with my
hands, but it was too late. The jeans were coming down. she pulled me over her lap and
held me in place.

Without sayinig a further word, she started spanking me hard. All I could think about was
how hard the spanks were and how Eric would pay for this. It was not long before I was
crying hard. I tried shielding my bum with my free hand, but she grabbed that arm and
pulled my panties down. she then kept right on spanking, but even harder, if that was
even possible.

There were times when being thin was a pain in the ass, and this was definitely one of them.
I screamed and hollered and cried and pleaded and begged. What she lacked in strength
she made up for in endurance. I just wanted the spanking to end. All I could think about
was the pain. Finally she stopped and I stood to my feet.

I pulled my panties up and, still sobbing, apologised to Eric. He had a huge, gloating smile.
I resolved to be less selfish from now on. I also resolved that one day Eric would PAY for this
I composed myself and pulled my jeans back up.I walked up my room and did them up
properly.

They had all heard my spanking. they all saw my distraught state coming out of the kitchen.
I went into the bathroom to check out the damage to my bum, and a couple of the kids saw
Priscilla's handiwork. I blushed when i heard the gasp. It was pretty red back there.

it was then that all of us kids knew that the staff was serious about spanking us. Boy did the
mood change around here after that.