A Bad Boy And Girl
A BAD BOY AND GIRL
Mommy sent me to the park to play, while she cleaned the house. While I was playing, I wet my pants. I ran home and as I got through the front door and started to go to my room, mommy saw me and asked me what was wrong. I just said everything was ok, as I made my way to my room.
I took off my wet pants and just as I was starting to take down and change my underpants, mommy came through the door. There I was standing in front of my mommy in just a pair of wet underpants. She didn't say anything, but turned around and came back a few moments later with her wooden spanking brush and a pair of my sisters white cotton panties. I knew I was in trouble!
Mommy sat down on the edge of the bed and called me over, telling me I was a very bad little boy for making pee-pee in my pants. She put my sister's panties on the bed next to her and pulled me over her knees and started to spank my wet bottom with her wooden hair brush. Of course, I started crying like a toddler who just wet his diaper, although I am nine years old. She spanked me over and over until she felt I had learned a good lesson.
Then she pulled me off her knees, pulled down my wet underpants, picked up the pair of panties and helped me slip the panty on. She pulled up the panty to my waist, straightening out the wide legs bands so they lay correctly. I was still crying, holding the bottom of my panty, as she said I would have to wear my sister's panties all day until I learned to be a big boy.
When my sister came home she saw me wearing her panties. Mommy spanked us both at least a couple of times a week, so she knew what happened. My sister wets her panties at least two times a week. Sometimes we both come home in wet pants.
Mommy takes us to the dining room, sits on a chair and pulls my sister over her knees, taking up her dress and spanking her wet, white cotton panty.
Then it was my turn, as she pulled me over her knees, pulled down my pants and spanked my bottom over my wet underpants.
After mommy was finished with our spankings, we both stood in front of mommy with our hands holding on our red bottoms, crying, as she tells us that we are both very bad for making in our pants.
Written By: Paul