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Archive-name: Bondage/cindy-i.txt

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Archive-title: Cindy's Letters 1





Dear Becky,



     Hey you! What's up? I'm HERE!!! Got in two days ago and I

can't believe I'm actually in Germany. My "family" (I'll tell you

about them in a sec) picked me up at the airport in a Mercedes

(not bad, huh?) and we drove through Munich on the way out to

their house, which is like two or three miles out in the country.

Munich looked like a cool place. I'm psyched to go explore but

it's going to be a little tough since the metro doesn't run out

here so I'm going to have to be bumming rides, either from the

parents or the two kids who are old enough to drive. 

     The flight over was pretty boring, even though I was excited

to be flying alone for the first time. I honestly can't believe

my parents let me spend the summer here. I still remember their

reaction when I came home from school that day and told them a

woman had come to talk about study abroad and that I wanted to do

it. It was like "yeah, right, Cindy." They wanted me to stay and

work on college applications...now I'm here, though, so I guess

my tantrums worked, huh?  

     OK, what's my family like? Weird. It's gonna be tough, I

think, but I don't have to spend all my time here, right? The mom

is 45, with long grey hair and weighs about 3000 pounds. I bet

she drinks beer with breakfast. She's very German, let's just

say. The dad (I'm supposed to call them "my dad," "my brother,"

and so on, but I can't deal with that yet) is a big-deal

businessman with Braun and looks it. Six feet, still kind of

blonde hair, perfect suits etc. Not a guy to mess with, I think.

The daughters are 11 and 16 and the son is 18. He's pretty cute

but he acts like an asshole, so we'll see. I think it's probably

stupid to fool around with a "brother" but whatever. He's got a

motorcycle and goes to the University. He wants to be a car

designer for BMW, he said. The girls are nicer, but still kind of

bitchy. The younger one, Heidi (can you believe it?! I almost

laughed out loud) likes Depeche Mode and A-HA and giggles a lot.

The older one, Margitte, is a clubbie. She goes out a lot, she

said, but I don't know, cause her parents are so strict I don't

see how she can. Oh yeah, I didn't mention that yet, did I.

     Last night after dinner we all went to the living room (this

huge room with a fireplace big enough to sleep in and mirrors

with gold trim everywhere) and the dad gave a little speech which

almost made me want to hop on the next plane back, but I figure

I'm here, so deal, right? Anyway, the speech was like a list of

rules for the family which I guess I need to know and an

explanation of how things work here. Alright, ready, Cindy? They

still spank!!! No, I'm not kidding! I didn't believe it either

when he said it (I even pulled out my dictionary to check the

word) but then he proved it, with Heidi, so yes, it's true.

Basically, if you get in trouble during the week, that Sunday

after dinner everyone goes to the living room and you get a

certain number of spanks with either his hand or his belt. I know

you think I'm lying but I'm dead serious! Medieval times, huh?

And it's either bare or on your underwear. I just sat there

staring as he explained how it works. I wanted to tell him the

whole thing was ridiculous but I just got here so that seems kind

of risky. So I just sat and stared. He said that no matter who

was in trouble (and they all three can get it) everyone would be

there. When he was done he asked me if I had any questions, and I

just said "nein." What could I do?

     Then he said that Heidi had gotten a bad grade on her French

test which she said she had studied for (I guess he thought she

hadn't) and that she would get spanked tonight. I still kind of

thought the whole thing was maybe a joke they were playing on me,

but Heidi got up and went to the middle of the room, where they

have a low coffee table and started unsnapping her overalls

("Guess, cutoffs, since I know you'll wonder) and I knew it was

for real. I felt like I should leave but I was obviously supposed

to stay (he made it clear that I was "part of the family" while I

was there) so I just sat. The other kids looked a little

uncomfortable but not a lot. Maybe it was just weird having me

there. They definitely seemed used to the thing. She took her

overalls totally off, which left her standing there in a white t-

shirt, white panties and pink socks. She just stood there with

her hands crossed in front of her crotch as he lectured her (I

missed some of that cause he was speaking pretty fast and I was

having a hard time concentrating anyway) but I knew he said she

would get forty spanks with the hand over her panties. Then he

sat down on the table and she lay over his lap. I mean I guess

its not so weird with her, since she's just 11, but I can't

believe the other two still get spanked. I can't picture

Friedrich (the son) lying over his dad's lap at all. He thinks

he's such a stud! And Margitte would probably be all worried

about crying and smearing her make-up. She's such a little priss

I laugh at picturing her standing in front of everyone like that

in her panties. Anyway, he did indeed give Heidi 40 smacks. Hard

ones too, much harder than I remember my parents doing it. She

was crying by the time it was half-way done! When he was done he

told her to stand up and then made her stand there while he

basically repeated the whole lecture. Her face was all red and

wet and she was rubbing her hands all over her butt like she was

trying to warm it up, but I guess it was already pretty warm,

huh? Heidi's heinie was hot. Hehe. Then he told her she could go

to her room and she grabbed her overalls and walked out, kind of

hunched over, still sobbing. See, I told you it was WEIRD! Then

he said we could all go and I went up to Margitte's room with her

to look at her records. She acted like nothing had really

happened, so I asked her about it and basically it was just like

"yeah, that's what happens." She said Heidi would probably lie on

her bed and cry for awhile and then take a shower and go to bed.

I asked her if she still got spanked a lot and she said maybe

once every two or three WEEKS! I said doesn't it embarrass you

and she said yeah she hates it but what could she do? So I just

kind of let it slide and listened to records with her for a

while.

     Other than that little teeny strangeness (hah!) things are

pretty cool. The house is huge and I have my own TV in my own

room, so I'm psyched for that. We're going to their house on some

lake in the Black Forest next weekend, which will be cool. I'll

write when we come back from that, kay? And write back! I wanna

know how the ice cream job is! Any cute guys? Did Jim come to

your practice? Oh yeah, saw a blue flagpole on the drive in!!!

Ha HA!!! Love ya,



                         Cindy







Dear Becky,



     I'll cut straight to the chase, since I'm in no mood for

nice chatter right now. You probably just got my last letter, so

this'll make sense. I told you my family here still spanks their

kids, right? Well, it seems that "dad" was serious when he said I

was to consider myself part of the family. Yup, lil ol' Cindy got

it with the belt last night! I don't even really know what to

think right now. I almost called my mom in the States to tell

her, but in a way its so embarrassing I don't even want to, plus

it was so hard convincing them to let me come over here I kinda

fell like its worth suffering through this weirdness to stay. 

     Basically, here's what happened. You remember he explained

how it was done, and he stuck to it. Sunday night, our last night

at their house in the Black Forest, he announces at dinner that I

had forgotten to make my bed and wipe the sink in the bathroom

clean that morning, and that he had also found a cigarette butt

in the bushes outside my window. For this, he said, I would get

10 with the belt. I almost choked on my ham. Seriously, I

couldn't EVEN believe he was saying this. My "mom" was no help.

She just poured another beer and smiled kinda lamely, like "well,

sweetie, you knew the rules." Yeah, I knew no one in the family

smoked, and that the kids weren't allowed to, but I figured since

I was a guest, I would just be kind of discrete about it. Wrong.

He gave me this spiel about how I was part of the family while I

was there, and that they loved having me and all, but that if I

wanted to stay a part of the family I would have to live by their

rules. For a second I almost felt guilty, like I had gagged on

the main course at a dinner party, but then I remembered what was

going to happen. I tried to explain that I hadn't realized how

seriously he had meant the rules when he explained them, but he

didn't buy it. He said he was sorry he hadn't been clear, but

that my punishment would probably impress me more than his

repeating the speech. 

     We had almost finished when he told me, so luckily I didn't

have long to wait. Still, I didn't touch a piece of food for the

rest of dinner. I was just sitting there, kinda shaky,

remembering how red Heidi's face had been after her spanking, and

that had only been with the hand, if you will remember. This was

going to be with the belt, and I KNEW it was going to hurt, cause

my dad used one on me once (remember the time we rode our bikes

across the bridge into the old cave? I never told you what

happened, but that's what it was, the belt). Anyway, they all

carried on talking about how nice the hike that day had been, and

how they always hated going back to the city, and I sat there and

stared at the candlestick. Margitte smiled at me once, but you

could tell she wasn't really too sorry. We haven't been getting

along that great, I think she's jealous of all the attention I

get, from her parents and from her friends when she introduces

me. Then "dad" sat back, folded his napkin, and said "let's go to

the living room." 

     There's no table in the country house like there is in the

Munich place, so he sat down on the couch. I didn't know whether

I should sit down or go right over to him or what. Everyone else

sat, either on the opposite couch or on a footstool and I stood

there in the doorway fidgeting. I know I was already blushing

cause I could feel it, and I had that feeling in my stomach like

when you're about to get on a huge roller-coaster, all bubbly and

tickly. I realized he was talking to me, and I could hardly

understand him (precise translations not being the biggest

concern on my mind right then). He finished the lecture (more

about being part of the family, and how we all had to work

together and like that) and then said "so it'll be ten with my

belt, on your bare behind.) That shook me and I yelled something

in English like "not on your life!" but he just gave me this look

(I bet he uses it in business negotiations too) and I gave up. No

one was going to help me, I knew. I was in the middle of the

Black Forest with a psycho German family, no phone, no neighbors.

And I knew if I said no I'd be flying right back to the States,

so it was do or die. I stalled as much as I could, but he said to

get my jeans off or he'd double it. So I unbuttoned them, trying

as hard as I could to block the fact that Freidrich and the girls

were sitting right there, staring at me, and probably loving

every minute of this. Believe it or not, I actually spent some

time trying to figure out whether to take my panties down with

the jeans in one move or to do them separately. I know, I'm

weird, but I honestly had to make the decision. I ended up

slipping the jeans off first, but they were the Guess ones I got

with you this spring, which, as you know, are pretty tight, so I

ended up pulling my panties about halfway down anyway, which I'm

sure looked real feminine. I think I know now why both Heidi and

Margitte have such boring panties. Less embarrassing when you're

standing in them in front of four people. I, of course, was

wearing my green satin St. Eve's panties. He told me to fold the

jeans and put them on the floor, which meant I had to bend down

with my ass sticking in Freidrich's face. Then he told me to take

my panties off, and I started crying. For a second it looked like

he might change his mind but then he told me again, in a firmer

voice. I swallowed hard (I felt like I was about to throw up the

whole time) and took them off too. Of course, as soon as I tried

to cover my crotch with my hands he told me to keep them at my

side, so I'm standing with them clenched in my right hand, his

eyes about four feet from my crotch. I don't even want to think

about what happens if you get in trouble during your period.

There must be an exception for that, right? He told me to put the

panties with the jeans, so I tried to just kind of drop them, so

I wouldn't have to bend over again, but he said that wasn't a

good idea for someone who was already being punished for

sloppiness and told me to fold them. When I did, I know Friedrich

(and the others, if they were interested) got a nice view of my

ass and my bush from behind. Then he said to get over his lap.

This was, as you can tell, very weird. I'm lying across the lap

of this fifty year old man I've known for two weeks with nothing

on below my waist about to get belted. I guess now I'm glad it

was over his lap, cause it meant he didn't have much room to get

the belt moving. I asked Margitte later if that was normal and

she said that if he really wants to hurt you have to bend over

the kitchen stool. I don't even want to think about that, since I

still can't sit for more than two minutes from this one. He

launched right into it without warning, the first whap almost

knocked me forward and I screamed like a dying pig (you know what

my screams sound like, so you can imagine). You have NEVER felt

anything that bad. It's like sitting down on a red hot bar and

staying there for a while. When it hits you get the first shock

and then it just keeps getting worse, like its cutting all the

way to the middle of your body. My hands are still sore from how

hard I was clenching my fists. After the fifth I kind of lost

count, and each next one just kinda joined all the others, adding

a new peak to the pain. I didn't even realize he was done for a

while. I just lay there kicking and crying. I had forgotten all

about the others after the first lick and it took me a while to

figure out how fucking stupid I looked! So much for being the

independent, daring and confident American girl travelling the

world. More like a little baby. I was sniffing u for being the

independent, daring and confident American girl travelling the

world. More like a little baby. I was sniffing up snot like a two

year old and sobbing and thrashing around. He told me to stand up

(once again giving Friedrich a wonderful view) and then lectured

me again. I have no clue what he said. All I could think about

was getting a wet cloth or some cold cream or something on my

butt. They're not kidding when they say it feels like you're on

fire. As he talked I started thinking about the fact that this

had all taken place in the front of the whole family and I

started crying harder. How was I going to look at them again,

especially Friedrich?! He finally said I could go and I literally

ran from the room, not looking at anyone. I stayed in my room for

the rest of the night, lying there on my stomach, still nude from

the waist down, waiting for my butt to cool down. I guess I cried

myself to sleep cause I woke up like that this morning when "mom"

knocked on the door. I talked to Margitte after breakfast (I've

been blushing all morning) and that kind of helped, but even she

said I was probably right that Friedrich enjoyed it. I'm not

going to be able to look at him ever again, I know that. 

     Yikes, I'm supposed to be ready to leave in fifteen minutes!

I'll write more when I've figured out what I'm going to do. Send

me a postcard! I need advice! Love ya,



                              Cindy



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