...I must admit, I have always been fascinated with witnessing or even overhearing the spankings of my peers. If I do actually get to witness one (and it's been quite some time now, but still...), I'm physically not able to look away. Or, if I ever get to hear the unmistakable sound of a bare bottom being spanked, I'll stop what I'm doing and strain to listen. There were plenty of times when I'd witness a friend or neighbor getting a spanking when I felt like they truly deserved it - but even still, I had what could be described as a guilty fascination. The only time I ever derived any real satisfaction without a single shred of guilt was when I saw a "friend" who ratted me out for smoking weed (and then she subsequently witnessed my mother whip my bare ass) finally get a spanking of her own. I could see it coming too. Long before my "friend" could see it. The attitude, the disrespect and of course, the look in her mother's eyes before things got real. I honestly wasn't even sure if they even were a spanking family, based on the way that bitch tended to act. There was plenty of shameful begging to be sure, but I could tell almost immediately that her mom was not someone to fuck with and that a spanking was happening no matter what. When her skirt went up and panties came down, I just smiled from ear to ear, remembering her snickering about my recent misfortune and even spilling the beans about it to a mutual friend. I watched her mother burn her bare ass with her just her hand. Overall, it wasn't nearly as bad as the spanking she had caused for me, but I wasn't complaining! She kicked, screamed and cried with literally every smack. A complete and total baby! When her mother let her up, she actually jumped up and down, bawling and holding her burning behind. On some level we were even, but I knew in my heart that I hadn't made even a fraction of the scene she had just made while getting a much milder spanking. I had so much leverage with which to tease her, but I got off on never doing it. She never gave me shit for as long as we knew each other. I think she lived in fear that I would run my mouth hahaha...