A multiple spanking, where two siblings get punished at one time, each parent smacking on of them.
This clip was provided an the SF&R Chat Forum through Jericko. All the credit goes to him.
spanking one
spanker: Lee Remick
spankee: Kimberly Knox
"spanking" two (one slapper)
spanker: Jason Robards
spankee: Lindsay Brooke King
director: Michael Tuchner
In her autobiographical novel "Haywire" Brooke Hayward describes the scene in these words:
"Bridget and I shared a bedroom for the first time in our lives; it was unbelievably exhilarating to lie side by side and talk to each other before going to sleep. One night, Mother stuck her head in the door and told us to stop the racket, it was bedtime; but after a safe interlude we went right on singing and giggling. The house was built around a brick patio, which he crossed again in ten minutes to say that we were being not only extremely disobedient but foolish as well, since we could be clearly heard in the living room across the courtyard where all the grown ups were sitting, and if she heard one more sound, she was warning us, we would have to be spanked. Heady and reckless with excitement, we sang a chorus of "Frere Jacques" loudly in unison. Mother stormed back, yanked the Dutch door open, and switched on the light. "Leland!" she called across the darkened patio. 'Come here this instant!" We had never seen her so angry; it was thrilling. Father came and stood sheepishly in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. "All right, Leland, you take Brooke and I'll take Bridget," she announced, marching over to Bridget's bed. "Maggie," Father murmured, "couldn't we give them one more chance?" Mother was pulling down Bridget's pajamas. "Nope," she said firmly, and started to spank Bridget. I began to giggle; by the time Father had me across his lap, I was laughing uproariously. It was my first spanking. As his hand smacked my behind for the third or fourth time, inflicting actual pain, I felt a sensation of surprise, then fury, both of which turned my laughter into uncontrollable sobs. I was vaguely aware of Bridget crying in the bed next to me, and then Father picking me up and carrying me outside where he leaned against a post entwined with bougainvillea. He held me tightly against his chest, so tightly I could hardly breathe. "Brooke," he whispered to me, beginning to cry himself; unable to see his face clearly in the filtered light, I reached up and touched his eyes in wonder-his tears soaked my hair and mine his polo shirt. "Brooke," he said, weeping, "I promise you something-do you know what a promise is? --I shall never spank you again as long as I live." He kept his word."
That excerpt was found and posted via the SF&R Chat Forum by Cinndunc. all the credit goes to him.
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