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In my teen years, in Truth or Dare I almost always picked dare because if there were any truths I wanted someone to know, they already knew it! A few of those dares occasionally involved nudity, and one night I was dared to moon a car a few streets down from my friend's house. I managed to negotiate not to do it right on her street because if it was one of her neighbors we would probably get recognized and all be in trouble. So we told her parents we were going to the store just down the street and for some reason they allowed it (I think they were secretly drinking back in their room and were just glad to get us out for a while, but that’s another story). We all set out and found a house that looked like no one was home and had lots of bushes where my friends could hide and watch. We waited for a car to drive by, I stepped out near the road, turned around, and dropped my shorts and panties all the way down to my knees. Oddly, I wasn’t as embarrassed as I would have thought. They were complete strangers who would likely never see my face. Even if someone I knew was in the car, they probably wouldn’t recognize me just by my butt. I kept it down for about 3 seconds and I heard the car beep and a guy inside cheer. I’m not saying I was like super hot or anything, but I guess I was at least good enough for that. Anyways, I yanked my shorts back up and took off running. The guy might have yelled something at me, but I didn’t hear it. I was sprinting faster than I had in years, and soon my friends followed. Fortunately we cut through a small nearby park and the guy didn’t try to follow us.
In retrospect what I did was dangerous, disrespectful to random strangers (I know at least one guy in the car enjoyed it, but that wasn’t a guarantee), and just plain inappropriate for so many reasons. I really should have been punished for it, but I wasn’t. We stopped by the convenience store and quickly picked up a few things, made it back, and no-one’s parents ever knew what I did. In some ways I must admit it is a good memory, but if I had a kid who did the same, I’d probably punish them for it! Heck, if I had a time machine, I might go back and whip young me’s butt for it! She certainly would have deserved it! I’m not sure I’d go back to before it happened to stop myself though. Some memories just make you who you are, and I wouldn’t want to lose that memory.
Oh, also when I was 10 or 11, I had a game I played with my brothers called the Mooning game. I know, playing with your own brothers is weird, but one long weekend we couldn’t go out (long story) and we had nothing to do, and that always sent me toward daring ideas. The Mooning game was always going on 24 hours a day. If you could moon someone for 3 missisippis (3 seconds) and they could not get to you before you pulled your underwear back up, then you got to spank their butt 3 times. If you went longer than 3 mississippis, you could spank them for however many mississippis you got to. But if they got to you and slapped your butt while you were still mooning or you pulled your underwear back up before completing the 3 mississippis, they got to spank you 3 times (or however else long your undies were down). I’ll admit it, I lost a lot more than I won at that game, but I didn’t mind too much. I probably would have gotten bored if I didn’t think there was a high risk of getting my butt smacked.
I remember one time my younger brother was sitting on the couch with me and I had my feet stretched out, and he managed to very quickly tie my feet with a piece of cord or something he had. Then he pulled it tight, and my older brother came and mooned me from the other side of the room, and I tripped as I was standing up, and then I wasted about 8 seconds trying to untie my feet (I would ultimately have to use scissors to get it off, I don’t know how he tied such a good knot so quickly) before deciding just to crawl across the floor toward him, but I was moving slowly enough that he could keep moving without stopping the moon. By the time I finally got close to him, he was up to like 40 and he pulled his pants back up. I was laughing so hard at that moment I couldn’t even be that mad. I could have tried to rules lawyer my way out and say that it wasn’t fair because my feet were tied up, but that was never my style. I went over his lap and he bared my butt and spanked me like 40 times. It actually hurt and he turned my butt pink. I mean, not all 40 of his spanks were red hot stingers, he also gave me a lot of kind of playful ones while mock lecturing me about paying better attention to my feet. I was still laughing in the end, but if it had gone on much longer I might have really been crying. I did stand up and rub my butt for a moment afterwards. We usually just played that game when my parents were busy and not in the room. Eventually, my mom did catch me mooning my brothers once and she was the one who gave me a good slap to the rear. Fortunately she didn’t give me a full-on spanking at that moment, she just told me not to do that again or I’d get a much worse spanking next time. I think we still played a few times when we knew mom definitely wasn’t nearby, but the game started to die out after that. Still, my brothers and I still laugh about it in hushed whispers now and then, and I guilt them for being awful brothers who ganged up on their poor sister! My younger sister refused to play and would have ratted us out if we’d spanked her.
Oh, and a few times I wore a skirt while playing on the monkey bars when I was like 8 years old and I might have mooned a few people, but with my panties still on. I remember one boy did threaten to tell on me, but I managed to convince him that he would be in more trouble for looking up girls’ skirts. My mom did give me a few slap to the butt, but then decided just to let me wear shorts under my skirt if I might go to the playground that day.
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