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I was raised by parents who were strong believers in corporal punishment. It's fair to say that I was spanked on a fairly regular basis and usually by my mother. Many a time I was over her lap while she applied the business end of a wooden spoon to my rear end. Of course, they were delivered to my bare bottom and she was very thorough. There was no such thing as a few swats and then being sent to my room. That hard object would have connected many, many times by the time she considered the spanking over. However, as bad as they were, the one's I really feared were from Dad. I hated it when she would say the dreaded words, "We'll see what your father has to say about this when he gets home." She may have thought it was a cute euphemism for saying that I was in for another spanking later that evening but I never saw the humor in it and as I said, it was going to be a second spanking for the same offense. I was usually over her lap when she let me know the spanking she was about to give me was not going to clear the slate. Rather, it was just the beginning of my penance and she never felt it necessary to go easy on me just because I was due for an extra long and very painful session with Dad that evening. If anything, I think she would spank me harder so I would be exceptionally well prepared for the first kiss of the brush on my back side. That was his choice as the most effective implement. He would use my own well loved and very expensive hairbrush. I got it as a present when I was very young and at first I was thrilled. It felt so grown up to brush my hair with it. However, it wasn't long before I found out it had other functions and no matter how mature I thought I was, it could reduce me to a little girl getting a well earned spanking when it was wielded by Dad. I still have it and it feels so luxurious as it runs through my hair but to this day I can't pick it up without remembering how many times it was in other hands and being used very effectively for its other purpose. I also have to chuckle when I think of yet a third method of utilizing my old friend but I'll get to that later.
It wasn't only at home that my bottom and I would be on the receiving end of an attitude adjustment conference. I quite often stayed at my Aunt Joan's house when my parents went out of town. She wasn't really related but was an old friend of the family and I always enjoyed myself when we visited her. I should probably change that to read 'most of the time I enjoyed myself' since they had given her permission to punish me if I misbehaved. She exercised that option on more than one occasion and was a very effective disciplinarian. Her normal routine was to take me up into her bedroom where I had to stand still while she either pulled my dress over my head or took my slacks off. As I waited with nothing but my panties covering my bottom she would patiently explain why whatever it was I did was wrong (as if I didn't already know) and that she was going to spank me (another clear statement of the obvious). Then she would take my panties off and finally sit down. Once I was satisfactorily positioned on her lap with my rear end raised high she would use her hand for a very, very long time to make sure I understood the consequences of childish actions. Her spankings weren't like the ones I got from Mom or Dad but the end results (and I'm speaking about my end) were not significantly different.
Her son Dave was older than me but only by one month and was also subject to special trips to her bedroom even when I was visiting. My presence didn't save him from receiving punishment when she thought he deserved it and the fact that he was at home when I was to be spanked never concerned her either. I'm sure he was well aware of every spanking she gave me since he had to have heard me crying. I'm sure I was as loud as he was when it was his turn over her knee and you could hear him all over the house. I made the mistake of complaining about him knowing that I was being punished once and she not only spanked me harder than normal, she said that was only the first half my allotment. Then she made me stand and wait while she opened the bedroom door. Now he would have no trouble hearing the sound of her hand slapping and my very vocal response to the second half of my punishment. It was one of the longest spankings I remember getting from her. But even when the door was closed it was impossible not to know that at least one person in that room was not a happy camper and listening to him get a good spanking was almost as effective as getting one myself when it comes to being on my best behavior. The one with the hard hand was already in a mood to dole out punishment and I didn't want to give her the slightest reason to find fault with me.
The visit that stands out the most in my memory occurred one of the times when my folks went on a 'just the two of them' vacation. I was eighteen years old and felt I was capable of taking care of myself during their absence. They didn't see it that way so I was dutifully delivered to Aunt Joan again. We all went out to a very nice restaurant but I was in a real snit. First of all because I thought they were treating me like a child but mostly because I wanted to go with them on the trip. I was very rude to everyone including the waiter. They had to leave for the airport soon after we got back to Aunt Joan's house but not so soon that they were unwilling to delay their departure while I was marched off to the guest room for some quality time with Dad.
Unfortunately, I had packed my hairbrush and he knew it. Once it was out of the suitcase and in his hand I was doomed. The silly concept that I could be too old to get a spanking was not one they espoused and to be honest, it was so much a part of my normal discipline that I never questioned it. He sat down and I moved to his side. I unsnapped my jeans and had to push them down before laying over his lap. He finished my preparation by pulling my panties down and my transformation from a semi-mature young lady to a sorry little girl was complete. As was usually the case, from the moment I knew I was to be punished I wasn't too happy about what was to come but that night was even worse. It had been a while since I had gotten my last spanking from Aunt Joan and knowing that she and especially Dave were going to hear me was an extra special humiliation. I had no illusion that I would be stoic and not cry and screech during the process. I knew all too well what to expect and he didn't disappoint anyone. Even though the waiting was terrible I always wished I could go back to the anticipation rather than the reality as soon as his first stroke landed. Actually, the word `landed' isn't quite accurate. There was nothing subtle about his spankings. From the very beginning, the hairbrush slammed into my rear end and if I held my voice at all it wasn't for more than one or two swats at the most. His purpose was to inflict pain and my function was to learn from it and there was nothing phony about my letting him and the whole world know how very well he and the hairbrush were fulfilling their part of the bargain. He used it to give me his opinion of my performance and he used it well for a very long time. I was hoarse by the time he decided this lesson in manners was over but my throat was the least of my concerns. He sent me to stand in the corner and said I was to stay there until they left the house and only then could I put on my pajamas and go to bed. My only consolation is that Mom didn't get her chance to give me her preparation spanking although, to my rear end it didn't much matter. I was still crying when I fell asleep.
The next morning I sat down rather gingerly at breakfast. Dave had a funny smirk on his face and Aunt Joan just nodded in satisfaction at my discomfort. She said, "That looks like a girl who has a sore bottom. And this won't be the last meal where you find the chair somewhat uncomfortable. Your parents were very disappointed in the way you acted last night and so was I. The punishment your father gave you was well deserved but that's not going to be the end of it. Your mother really wanted to spank you also but there wasn't enough time to do the job right. However, she asked me to make up for your loss and give you one on her behalf today. Your father also wants me to give you a repeat of his spanking later in the week so you'll remember how to behave when they come home. In addition to those two spankings they said I could punish you for the embarrassment you caused my family in my own way. It doesn't portend to be a pleasant visit for you but you only have yourself to blame. I hate to make you wait but I have to go to work. Time is on your side again but I won't be so rushed tonight. You can count on getting a very long reminder of how to act in public from me then. However, as part of your punishment for embarrassing Dave and me I think a little humility is in order. Until I'm satisfied that you've learned a few social graces there's no reason you should be dressed for travel outside of these walls. You may wear panties and a bra but nothing else until I decide that your behavior has improved."
I was flabbergasted and almost speechless but I managed to say, "I can't walk around like that." I pointed to Dave and added, "He'll see me." She was not sympathetic to my concerns and then shattered them completely. "I wouldn't worry about him seeing you in your underwear too long. He's going to see even more. He was planning going out with his friends last night. It was something he was really looking forward to but he chose to spend the evening with you and your family. Instead of the good time we all envisioned we had to be embarrassed by your childish actions. I'm sure he wishes he had chosen to spend the evening with them instead of a brat like you so I think he deserves a role in seeing that you don't ever act that way again. The spanking I'm going to give tonight is from your mother and I've decided to let him punish you for the humiliation you caused me."
I couldn't believe my ears. I stammered, "You don't me he's going to... That your going to let him..."
She nodded and said, "Yes. That's exactly what I mean. He is going to spank you tonight also and I've already told him I want it to be a very good one."
I knew better that to try and argue with her but I had to register at least one complaint. "Can't he spank me tomorrow night. I remember how well you've spanked me in the past. I'm not sure I can possibly endure another one after yours."
She thought for a moment and concurred with me but not the way I hoped. "It's a shame you didn't remember those spankings before you put on your little show last night but you're right. I do intend to do a lengthy and proper job on your sassy little bottom and you're not going to appreciate his efforts to the fullest for a quite a few hours afterwards so he will postpone your evening spanking until tomorrow. However, even though I agree with you that a second spanking would be wasted effort, I don't like the idea of you even suggesting to me how and when you think you should get the punishments you deserve. Your impertinence has earned you an extra spanking and you won't have to wait till tonight. I think having him do that just before you sit down for lunch would be about right. I understand from your mother that it is not uncommon for you to get one spanking from her during the day and another from your father in the evening so this will be nothing new to you."
With that she gave us a list of chores to do and left us on our own. Neither of us said anything as he finished his breakfast. I just stared at my food. Somewhere along the line I had lost my appetite.
After the dishes were cleaned and put away we went upstairs to get dressed since we were both still in our pajamas. When we got to my room he said, "You really got it last night, didn't you." It was bad enough that his mother brought up the subject of my most recent spanking at breakfast with the promise of more to come and even worse was knowing this young man was going to try his hand at it too but now he wanted to talk about it. Still, I had to agree with his assessment and when he said it sounded like my Dad used something other than his hand, I told him his assumption was true and mentioned the hairbrush.
He asked to see it and I thought what the heck, since there's nothing private about my spankings in this house anymore why be ashamed to show him my father's choice of correction instruments. We went into the guest room and I handed it to him. He slapped it against his palm and said could he see why having that applied to my backside as many times as they heard it fall could elicit the amount of crying they heard. I put the hairbrush back on the vanity as I said, "Thanks for reminding me of how much I entertained you but I remember you making more than a few sounds of discomfort in your Mom's room a couple of times." He laughed and admitted that he wasn't very manly at times like that. We both chuckled and I thought we had just about exhausted the subject but he repeated himself and asked if he could see it. I was confused as I turned to get the hairbrush again but he said what he wanted to see was the results. It took a second to get his meaning and at first I was a little shocked.
It was nothing he wasn't going to see when he gave me his portion of my punishment in a few hours so I really had no reason to refuse. Besides, we had always gotten along just fine and he was sort of cute so continuing with my 'what the heck' attitude I decided to show him. My bottom was so sore after Dad's spanking I chose to sleep without panties so when I unsnapped my pajamas and pulled them down a little he had a clear view of the 'it' he wanted to see. Apparently, 'it' wasn't clear enough for him as he said he'd like me to bend over a little. I complied and the next thing I knew he put his hand on the part I was displaying. I jumped a bit and he asked if it still hurt. I said it did a little and he started rubbing it very gently. He wanted to know if I minded him touching me. To be honest, I'd had a crush on him for a long time and often dreamed about his hands on me but never in a context quite like this. Still in all, it was somewhat sexy that he would be the first boy to put his hand on me back there and on bare skin to boot and it was rather soothing so I shook my head. However, I couldn't help but think about how that hand was going to feel when it was time for him to spank me. He said he was curious about how my folks punished me. I guess it sounds funny to be carrying on a conversation while I was bent over with a boy's hand on my bare ass but I told him how my Mom preferred a wooden spoon while Dad used the hairbrush exclusively. Neither of us said anything for a moment and I was wondering if I was foolish in telling him so much. He might just decide to follow their example and use one of the items I mentioned instead of his hand. As I was thinking about the hand stroking me he put the other one on my back and pushed me down further.
I almost lost my balance and reached out with one arm to steady myself on the seat of the chair. He very gently took my other one and placed it on the chair also. Of course that meant I had to let go of the pajama bottoms and they fluttered to the floor. He spoke very softly but with a firmness I found intoxicating as he told me to step out of them. One hand was holding me down and the other was still gently rubbing me as I lifted one foot and then the other. He kicked the discarded garment away and this was starting to get even more sexy when he asked if I thought the spanking his mother told him to give me later would hurt even more than usual given the state of my bottom after what it had suffered last night. I told him I was sure it would be and since there was no way I was going to get out of it at least I could be thankful she didn't take me into her room to give me one this morning. My bottom was still sore and I had hopes that most of the stinging would be gone before he followed his mother's instructions at lunch.
He felt compelled to add, "I'll try to do my best and you'll have a few hours to recover before she gets to you. And as for her spankings, I can speak from recent experience. As of last week she hadn't lost her touch. She can still really put a fire in your ass and I don't envy anybody who's feeling her wrath especially on a bottom as nice looking as yours. I hope you don't me saying this but yours is the most attractive one I've ever seen."
It was some comfort to know that I wasn't the only older teenager who paid for sins in the good old-fashioned way. And then there was that comment about the way my bottom was nice looking. Nobody ever said anything so blatantly sexual like that to me before and whereas I should have been insulted, I wasn't the slightest bit upset. In fact, I didn't mind him saying that about me at all. I liked it. However, I wondered when he would stop talking about the part of me he liked looking at and even now was rubbing even more vigorously. I was starting to think it might not be too bad if he tried something a little more exciting such as moving his hand a little lower. Then he showed me his interest was not just in an academic discussion about how we were punished and especially how I got spanked when that very hand I had such high hopes for lifted off my bottom and came down again with a hard slap.
Before I had a chance to object he followed with three more and in that same quiet voice repeated what his mother had told me about how he changed his plans to go out because I was coming to stay and he wanted to join us for dinner. Although I didn't move away from him I reminded him that Aunt Joan had said he was to wait until lunch. Without stopping the spanking he said, "That one will be for what you said at breakfast. She's going to spank you tonight as your mother's proxy and tomorrow I will punish you for embarrassing Mom. This one's for me."
He was slowly increasing the force of his swats as he said that normally he wouldn't have minded giving up an evening with his friends because we always had so much fun together. He was proving the point that a hand spanking the morning after the hairbrush treatment was as painful as I predicted it would be but he was also pushing all my guilt buttons so I stayed bent over and kept my legs straight. My bottom was in the perfect position for his hand to connect again and again. I figured he had a right to be upset and since it was my fault, I was getting what I deserved so I resigned myself to take this extra punishment as he paraphrased the lecture I heard the night before. Each word was punctuated by at least one hard slap and sometimes more as he reminded me that I had thoroughly ruined the evening for him. He also agreed with his mother that I was nothing more than a spoiled brat. I was in tears by then. Partly because I felt bad about what I had done but mostly because my rear end was really hurting. Even so, I sniffled out that he was right and apologized. He noted that I didn't ask him to stop and he added a few more really good spanks that shook my whole body.
He finally stopped and stepped back. Thankfully it was over and I stood up and he told me to turn around. Even though the rules his mother laid out called for me to wear only underwear and made it sound like the only private part of me he was going to see was my bare bottom, I knew what he wanted. A recent spanking makes you very obedient so I didn't even try to cover myself and my arms hung at my side. I said it was starting to get sexy before, well, it dawned on me that the spanking hadn't diminished those feelings. In fact, I think it enhanced them. One look at the front of his pajamas showed me it certainly had a sexual effect on him. Seeing how aroused he had gotten and knowing I was the cause just added fuel to my fire. There's no two ways about it, I may have been somewhat inexperienced in sexual matters but I knew I was turned on like never before. The heat from my rear end had definitely moved forward and I couldn't take my eyes off his erection.
He saw where I was looking and smiled for a second before he made the pronouncement that my punishment from him was not over. Before I could respond he asked, never mind, that's not the right word. He ordered me to take my top off. I was relieved he wasn't talking about more spankings and quickly obeyed. I was now totally naked in front of a guy who had just put a fire in my backside as well as other places and was not ashamed it the slightest. I let him see all he wanted and even put my arms behind my back to push my chest out further.
He looked at me for the longest time and then said his mother's comment about me wearing underwear was meant as a maximum amount of clothing and not as a minimum so we would not be violating her orders if I were to stay nude for the rest of the day. He added that additionally, I would do his chores as well as mine. I remember giving him my sexiest smile as I said, "Yes Sir!" He stepped closer to me and further explained that I was to make myself available to him any time he wanted to touch me and there was no part of me that would be off-limits to his fingers. He had been raising his hands very slowly while he talked and they were less than an inch away when he stopped. I leaned into him and although I had done some petting over the clothes on a few dates, this was the first time in my life felt a boy's hand wrap around my bare breasts. It was like an electric shock but a good electric shock. He squeezed them and I whispered, "Yes Sir." again. He spent a long time fondling and pinching my nipples and I was in heaven. When I felt one hand start to slide down I opened my legs and breathlessly waited as it traveled lower inch by agonizing inch till it was stroking and probing in the most delightful manner.
I moved my hands from behind me to keep his right where they were while I pulled him towards the bed. I sat down and almost regretted it when my sore bottom landed on the edge of the bed. That, however, was a small price to pay as I lay back and he climbed on the bed with me and showed me how much pleasure two hands, two lips and a lot of teeth can bring when they have a panting girl to work on. When I couldn't stand it any more I reached down and extracted his erection from his pajamas and tried to wrestle him into the proper position where I expected or should I say hoped the part I just freed from confinement would end my days as a virgin.
That's when he got up from the bed and explained that as much as he wanted to have sexual intercourse with me he wasn't prepared with anything to protect me from getting pregnant and thought too much of me to take a chance. Was this guy a gentleman or what? At the time I wasn't too happy with his damn sense of responsibility but I thanked him for it anyway and asked, No, begged him to at least come back to bed and do some more of what he had been doing before. He smiled but there was a touch of evil in his grin as he reminded me that I was still being punished and making me suffer a little frustration was not a bad idea. He, on the other hand, saw no reason why he should not get relief and sat down in the chair and pointed directly to the part I had such high hopes for less than a minute ago. I understood what he wanted and needed no further instructions so I crawled out of bed, knelt between his legs and took him in my mouth. I had read about this is some magazines so I knew what to do even though this was the first time I had ever seen a live penis. I think I surprised him when I kept my mouth in place as he ejaculated but the magazine article covered this part also so it didn't bother me to swallow the stuff that came out. It may not of been the best blow job ever given but he seemed satisfied with it and despite of my still burning desire to have that big thing somewhere else before it deflated, I was happy to have pleased him.
He said he was going to take a shower and get dressed but first he wanted to make sure I remembered what my status for the day was. I told him I was a naughty girl who was being punished and was sentenced to stay nude so he could look and touch whatever and whenever he wished. I demonstrated by putting one of his hands back on my breast. My coy smile faded when he added that I was also to remember that naughty girls have sore bottoms and he asked if mine still hurt. Of course it did but something in me didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing his spanking was so successful. I said it still stung a little but didn't really hurt all that much anymore and thanked him for asking. He smiled and the next thing I knew I was over his lap and he explained that a little sting was not acceptable. As you can guess, my ass was getting a lot of hard swats from the second he had me in the proper position and the end of his speech did not signal the end of this latest spanking.
Only when I was really crying did he let me up and took me into his room where I had to stand with my nose in the corner while he took his pajamas off. I also got to examine the corner of the bathroom while he took a shower then back to his room until he finished getting dressed. He asked me again if my bottom hurt and this time I answered, "Yes!" He ran his over the area in question and I guess the way I flinched when he touched me convinced him. I jumped as the hand on my ass gave a good squeeze and then he turned me around. His hand stayed on me but slid around in front and found its way between my thighs. I slid down the wall enough to get my legs open and he found the right spot to put his fingers. He bent his head down and nibbled for a second or two on each nipple. Then he stepped back and told me he was satisfied with the state of my rear end but only for now. He still intended to spank me again at lunch time but then I would have the afternoon to give my bottom a rest before its appointment with his mother that evening. However, he made sure I understood that he would be more than happy to give me additional spankings if I showed any reluctance to follow his orders. He stepped back next to me, turned me around again so he could put one hand on the area that was still stinging and as he rubbed it he said, "This is where you'll pay for any disobedience."
Then he had the nerve to ask me if I had any objections to his plan. I might point out that in response to his hand's activities on my hind quarters I had pushed myself out from the wall a little and moved my feet apart. He made the move I had hoped for the first time his hand stroked me there. It went lower and found its way between my legs and after a few gentle swipes one of his fingers slid into me. That's when he asked for my agreement to his plan to make me his slave for the day. I was in such a state that I would have agreed to anything so I nodded my head and reinforced his words by reminding him that I had already given my word to make all of my body available to him and that included presenting my bottom for more discipline if and when he felt it necessary. I just hoped I could maintain my resolve for my noontime spanking.
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