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Turning to me she asked, "And since we're baring our souls about our bare bottoms, how were you punished?"
I answered, "Actually it was quite simple. If my Mom spanked me I was bent over the side of the bed as she used a yardstick. My father owned a hardware store so there was an unlimited supply if the one she was using broke which she managed to do quite often. And I was not spared what Helen referred to as 'the final indignity' but at least she would let me face away from her before I bared her target. My father, on the other hand, would take me out to the garage and I would lean with my hands on his workbench as he used his father's shaving strop. Neither one of them lectured much. I guess they felt actions spoke louder than words and I'm here to tell you, they do. How about you Jean?"
Jean smiled as she said, "When I was naughty I was spanked and as I said before, always on a bare bottom. To be honest it never dawned on me that it could be any other way. Once it was decided that I should be spanked I would be told how it would happen and it was my responsibility to make sure my ass was dressed for the occasion."
Helen asked, "What do you mean 'how it would happen'?"
Jean explained, "When I was little it was over Mom or Dad's knee but as I got older the punishment got a bit more severe. I was introduced to a belt over my Father's knee but he decided he couldn't get a proper swing so I had my first spanking off the lap as it were, while lying face down on my bed with a couple of pillows under my middle. That belt became the implement of choice and he stopped using it hold up his pants. He removed the buckle so it wouldn't hurt their hands and it was always available even if Dad wasn't home. Once they started using that I never went over their knees again."
Helen asked, "Were all your spankings done in your bedroom?"
Jean gave a sarcastic laugh as she answered, "You've got to be kidding. The bed was just the handiest place at the time. Actually it was rather unusual for them to come to my bedroom to punish me. I was the one who screwed up so I had to come to them. The whole house served in one way or another and I would bend over with my hands on the seat of a chair in any room, bend over the arm of the sofa or the easy chair in the living room, or lay flat with my torso on the kitchen or dining room table. I'm sure you get the idea. The important thing is that my bottom be bare and presented for ease of attack. One of their favorites was to have me kneel on the coffee table with my hands on the floor in the family room. That really pulled my skin tight and I couldn't hide the fact that those spankings were very effective. Like Maggie, I had to display the results of their attentions until I was excused but I didn't get to stand in the corner. I would have to stay just as I was in case they wanted to add a few more swats. They never did but the threat was there and I was always a bit nervous until they told me I could get dressed. Try as I might, I couldn't hold completely still and would wiggle all over. It was one thing to bare your backside when you're getting ready to be punished and something else to let it be exposed afterwards and expecting more at any minute. As if that wasn't enough, being bent over like that exposed a lot more than just a well spanked fanny. Now that's embarrassing but it was just another part of the punishment. Humiliation is good for the soul."
Maggie commented that they sounded a tad cruel but Jean assured her that she never thought of them like that.
"I felt then and I still do, that punishments should not be pleasant and what I endured underscored that fact. I never questioned them and would fetch the belt and meet them at whatever piece of furniture they decided would give us the best opportunity to help me learn a lesson. Preparing myself properly was important to me. It was my way of showing them that I accepted their punishment and knew it was for my own good. I would give them the belt and put myself in the proper position with a bare rear end almost inviting them to spank it. Unlike Helen, I did learn how to lift dresses and slips well out of the way so the only thing at my ankles were my panties. You can bet I cried and usually ended up begging for it to stop long before they thought I had enough but there was always a stronger part of me that remembered why I was there and gave me the strength to stay in position until the slate had been wiped clean. And my bottom was still pretty darn sore when my display time was over so I understand how that little bit of elastic can be agonizing as it slides over well spanked skin but this was considered part of the punishment and although I was allowed to pull them up myself I was required to do so by grasping the waistband only on the sides to make sure it dragged over the wounded territory. My Mom thought that one up. The important thing was once I was properly clothed again I could expect a loving hug and all would be forgiven. I miss that feeling."
There was silence for a moment and Jean spoke again. "Now I've got a question. Since this afternoon's topic of conversation is spanking lets dig a little deeper and have some fun. Have any of you ever been spanked by anyone other than your parents?"
Helen answered first. "My folks used to leave me with my aunt while they went away and they gave her permission to spank me if she thought it necessary which, unfortunately, she did. Is that what you mean?"
Jean smiled and responded, "Not exactly but I think Maggie's blush tells me she has a slightly different story. Care to tell us about it?"
Maggie took a minute then related, "It happened when I was a senior in High School. My brother was in college and had come home for the weekend. My folks were gone and he went off to visit an old friend so I thought it was safe to sneak a smoke on the back patio. It wasn't. My brother and his friend came back to the house and caught me. He was mad at me anyway for something else and I guess he saw this as a golden opportunity to extract his revenge. He gleefully announced his intention to tell my parents and invited his friend to be there to watch. This guy was the same one who had seen me getting punished a few years before and said he was looking forward to seeing just how much I had grown since then. The last thing I wanted was for Mom and Dad to know since it would mean restrictions as well as a very severe paddling. There was a dance coming up and I was planning to go with a really cute boy but I knew that would be the first thing to go so I pleaded with my brother to let me off the hook."
"He offered to keep the smoking incident a secret but I would still get the paddle and he would be the one to wield it after a proper warm-up. He was into weight lifting and was very strong so there was no way I was going to let him use that paddle on me. His friend offered an alternative. I would be spared from the paddle but I would get two hands spankings. One from my brother and one from him. I didn't care too much for that idea either but they stood firm. If I wanted to avoid my parent's discipline, those were my only choices. After a long discussion I finally consented to option number two but only if I didn't have to strip. They wouldn't budge on the issue of whether or not my bottom should be bare so we finally agreed that I would take off my shoes and slacks and they would lower my panties but only after I was over their laps and they promised to pull them up before I had to stand up again. From the moment they caught me smoking I figured there was no chance of me getting out of a spanking but at least I saved a bit of my modesty and could still go to the dance."
"In short order I was standing in my panties and waiting to get this over with but first I had to listen to them discuss how nice and tight the panties were. If I had gone swimming they would have seen a lot mot of me in my bikini but there's something about underwear that makes it very embarrassing to have a boy see it. They also made a few comments about how they couldn't wait to see my 'cute little butt' in its natural state. If their intent was to humiliate me they succeeded. At last I was allowed over my brother's lap and with great ceremony for the benefit of his friend he slowly finished my preparation and took the time to let his friend get a real good look at the 'before' state of my bottom so they could compare it with the 'after' later.
I didn't have much time to feel sorry for myself about that before I felt the first of my brother's swats. Paddle or no paddle, it hurt. So much, in fact, that I violated one of the basic rules in our house. I put my hands back to protect myself. This infuriated my brother so he decided to ignore the second half of our agreement and pulled my panties off my legs and stood me up. Before I realized what was happening he had my T-shirt pulled over my head and spun me around to unfasten my bra. The clothes fell to the floor and I was back on his lap for more spanking."
"I was really crying when he stopped and told me to get up. Something about having your ass on fire makes you very obedient so his quick order for me to stop trying to protect myself from his friend's eager eyes went unquestioned and I put my hands in their proper place on my head. His buddy took his time walking around me to get a good view of the rest of me from all sides before he sat down and cordially invited me to resume my former position. I was so glad to get his gaze off by breasts and other areas that I immediately lay down again. Relief faded fast as he took over where my loving brother left off and proceeded to demonstrate how a real man gives a spanking. Needless to say, I was what you might consider a very sorry young lady when they sent to me stand in the corner."
"My brother went up to his room to get what they had come back to the house for in the first place. As soon as we were alone his friend walked over and put his hand on my backside. He said he wanted to get one last chance to feel how warm they made it. I was so embarrassed I didn't say a word as he ran his hand over every square inch of it. He gave it a few extra squeezes before stepping back as we heard my brother returning. They left the house but not before putting me through a final humiliation. I had to turn around and thank them for taking the time to correct me. My brother then told me I could get dressed and his friend's parting words were that I had grown up pretty nicely. Is that the kind of thing you had in mind Jean?"
Jean smiled a bit as she answered, "Almost, but one more thing. What did you do after they left?"
Maggie blushed again. "I gathered my clothes and went up to my room to get dressed."
Jean inquired a little deeper, "Since you were alone in the house why didn't you just put your clothes on where you were or was there something else you wanted to do first and your room seemed the safest place to do it? Never mind, you don't need to say anything. If you blush any redder you're going to burst an blood vessel and I think I got my answer. I'm willing to bet young Maggie found that displaying herself absolutely naked in front of a young man who had just proved himself to be a strong, take charge kind of guy, a little exciting. And that the heat he had just produced in her rear end had spread to other parts down there."
Maggie composed herself before she confessed that Jean's guess was correct.
"If you must know I ran upstairs as quick as I could and spent a long time scratching my itch. However, in my defense, it was more than the spanking that did it. Since you brought up the sex thing I tell you the rest. He did rub my bottom as I said but he didn't stop there. He turned me around to face him and slowly slid his hands up my sides. I had plenty of opportunity to call for help from my brother. Even though he had just stripped and spanked me I knew he would come to my aid and flatten the guy whose hands were getting very close to my bare breasts. I could also have squirmed away but I didn't. Instead, I leaned into his hands and he rolled my nipples in his fingers. My legs felt shaky and I slid down the wall a few inches. Although not intended, that caused my knees to separate enough for him to take it as an invitation to move one hand down there. He only had time for one or two little strokes before we heard my brother coming down the stairs. His friend quickly spun me around to face the corner again and give me a rather painful squeeze on my bottom. When they made me thank them for punishing me I was in tears but it was not just for the humiliation of letting them punish me. I had just given in to his friend's manipulations so easily and was ashamed to be wishing my brother would leave the two of us alone. I was ready to give his friend a lot more than a few quick feels. And that's why I ran upstairs so quickly as soon as they left but come to think about it, I can't get over the feeling that you speak from similar experiences Jean."
Jean smiled. "Actually I do. It started when I got caught doing some heavy petting with a boy I was dating. I guess you could say they were a little upset and after they threw him out I got to stay in the family room to discuss it with them. Of course, I was kneeling on the coffee table as I described before and they didn't talk much. A long time later I was allowed to go to my room. I spent quite a while crying and trying to rub the soreness away. They really gave it to me that night and I knew I would feel it for days. Then something my Mom said during the spanking came back to me. It was how maybe they should have let the boy stay so he could see what kind of trouble he got me into. I started imagining how it would have been if he had seen me with my bare ass up in the air and before I knew it one of my hands moved from the back to the front. The more I thought about him the hotter I got and pretty soon I imagined that it was him who was doing the spanking and the hand on my bottom went from rubbing to using my nails to scratch a bit of the pain back. It was very exciting."
"It wasn't the first time I'd masturbated but it really felt strange to be having thoughts like that about something that was supposed to be punishment and I worried about it later. Never the less, imagining a boy giving me a hard spanking and then having sex while my ass was still burning became one of my more frequent fantasies, especially when my ass was fresh from one of my folk's sessions with the belt. I dated a lot of guys and most of them reddened my ass in my dreams but I never had the courage to actually do it for real with any of them."
She continued, "Then, when I was in college I met a great guy and we spent one fantastic night making love every way we could think of. During one of our short interludes we were cuddled next to each other and he called me a naughty little girl who deserved to be spanked. That brought all those memories back and at my suggestion, we acted on them. He wanted to do the over the knee thing but I wanted it to be like the ones I got from my parents so I asked him to use his belt and bent over the back of the desk chair. He understood what I wanted and although it wasn't nearly as bad as the ones I still got at home, he did a pretty decent job and I was hurting. However, I didn't stay bent over displaying his handiwork like I would for my parents but immediately dragged him to the bed and flopped down with my legs spread as wide as I could get them. I was ready for some real action."
"My poor bottom stung like crazy as it rubbed against the sheets but I was so turned on I couldn't get him in me fast enough. We really went to town. Everything below the waist was on fire and it was great. The next time we had the opportunity to be alone we started with me preparing myself for his belt and that led to a night of really wild sex. I won't go into all the details but we proved there are more than one or two places he and his little friend can find satisfaction. Too bad I found out later that he was cheating on me. I would have liked to do keep on doing all those things with him a few more times. Especially the spankings. If you ladies haven't made love with an ass on fire you don't know what a fantastic experience you're missing"
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