(Bonnie is a few years younger than I am. I don't remember by how much, though.)
This happened years ago, when both my cousin, Bonnie, and I were little. I'm not sure how old we were (at the time, she was an only child. Her brother and sister had not yet been born.), but we both had the older Barbie Yacht --the one that was split down the middle and you could play with Barbie below decks, as well as above.
It was Christmas --or a little after-- and we were visiting my aunt and uncle down in Tenn. They had a big house in the country, and my cousin and I liked to play in one room with our Barbies.
On this occation, we both had our Barbie Yachts --or whatever they were called. I don't remember exactly what it was called then-- out, and playing with the Barbies.
Now, Bonnie also had some Lincon Logs, and some of the pieces were long, flat, green slats of wood. If we needed something for extra props in the Barbie Yachts, we would use the Lincon Logs, as well as any other toy we had on hand.
Out of the blue --I really do not know why-- I laid one of the Barbies over the half-bow of the "yacht", her butt pointing out. I then took one of the green Lincon Log slats and started spanking the doll. I have forgotten what the doll's "offense" was, but Bonnie also got into the Barbie-spanking.
Even Ken did not escape punishment. We put him over the bow and beat his butt just as much as we did Barbie's. One thing we never thought of doing, though, was pulling down their panties/pants and spanking their bare bottoms.
As I was spanking one of the dolls --I do not remember if it was Barbie, or Ken, or maybe Skipper-- the slat I had broke! Bonnie did not say anything about it, though.
Now, it should be mentioned that my uncle and aunt's place did not have a bathroom, as such --and no, they did not have an outhouse, either! What they did have was an indoor toilet in one room, with sheets around it. Guess which room the toilet was in...
Yep! In the very room Bonnie and I were playing in!
All this "Barbie spanking" got me thinking: I had been spanked often by adults for one thing or another. But, what if Bonnie spanked me? The Lincon Log slats gave me an idea. And I did owe her something for that broken slat...
With a little coaxing, I got her into the sheeted area, and dropped my pants and panties. I then leaned over the toilet --toilet top down, of course-- and told her to start spanking.
"WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!..."
I do not remember how many times she did it, or even if it hurt at all. I was disappointed, however. I had no reaction at all to the spanking.
But I wonder...did that early experiment --failed as it did-- fuel my now-current attraction to spanking --particularly, self-spanking?
Sorry for so short a story, but that's all I can remember. Maybe I'll write some fictional Spanking Barbie stories...