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So I was not the least bit worried when I arrived at her house for dinner. Present for the inquisition was her mother, father and her sister who was, as I was to discover later, eighteen years old. In honor of the occasion the women had all worn nice dresses. That was going to be a problem for one of them later in the evening but I'll get to that in a minute. It was a pleasant meal with good conversation interspersed with what I expect were the usual questions any parents would ask a suitor. What kind of job did I have, what were my future plans, what were my career opportunities, etc. It wasn't until we all sat in the living room after dinner that her father broached the subject of discipline. He started by saying, "You seem to be a fine fellow and I have no objection to you marrying my daughter but I'd like to make sure you understand how she was brought up and especially our method of handling misbehavior."
Not unexpectedly, the three females in the room each squirmed slightly at the memories of the times their misbehaviors were `handled'. He continued, "It will be a few years before you have to worry about raising children but that doesn't mean you won't have to deal with a bit of naughtiness from time to time. Even before my girls were born the custom of corporal punishment applied lovingly but firmly to my wife's bottom was well established and the years have not diminished the occasional need to reinforce proper conduct in her as well as the youngsters."
His wife's face showed a mixture of embarrassment and pride but it was my own true love's face that blushed when he said, "My daughter tells me she has no worries about your abilities in that area. Specifically, she said you gave her a sound spanking and not without reason. I hope you intend to continue that practice throughout your marriage."
Her sister seemed shocked to hear about that incident and even giggled quietly. Before answering I glanced at my girl who shyly smiled and nodded so I promised to love, honor and spank her as often as necessary. If I thought that ended the subject I was greatly mistaken. He said, "I'm glad to hear that. Now, with your indulgence, I think more than an academic discussion of the subject is in order. My wife and I discussed this and she has graciously volunteered to be on the receiving end of a typical punishment session so you will see exactly what we're talking about."
The woman of the house smiled and I was somewhat surprised to say the least. From what I heard the punishment he spoke of was not something to be taken lightly but she seemed unconcerned about the fact that she was going to strip down to her underwear and then remove her panties before getting a fairly severe spanking. I naturally assumed they would modify the procedure so she could maintain some dignity and the spanking would be a few token swats. I was wrong on all counts but the reason for her nonchalance about the upcoming event soon became clear. She was still smiling but there was a sternness about her that could not be ignored as she said, "My husband is quite correct. We both think you should see what our tradition is. If the two of you wish to change any parts of it you certainly can but we couldn't think of a better way to give you a starting point. As he said, I was going to be a willing participant and receive an undeserved punishment for the sake of the demonstration but that's no longer necessary. Fortunately, for my modesty as well as my rear end, there is someone else who's much more deserving. She may not be as agreeable to the idea of submitting to punishment with you present as I was going to be but her actions at school today give us the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone as it were."
I had noticed the youngest member of our group being unusually quite throughout the evening and she was the one who squirmed most noticeably a few minutes earlier. She knew her bottom would be squirming for real before the night was over but the look of shock on her face when she heard about me spanking her older sister was nothing compared to the realization of the meaning behind her mother's thinly veiled pronouncement. It was obvious that while she expected her bottom to pay the price for her wrongdoing she had hoped the expected discipline would not occur until after my departure. She hung her head guiltily while her mother provided us with the details and although obviously disappointed, did not seem at all surprised when her father agreed that she would make a most suitable substitute for the demonstration. He said, "I have no qualms about spanking my wife when she needs it but I'll admit I wasn't terribly happy about giving her the complete treatment without proper cause. In a way I'm glad things have worked out the way they did. Not glad about my daughter's behavior but this will give you a better idea of what we mean by punishment. It is also a serendipitous benefit to her. You won't be the first one outside our immediate family to see her bare bottom. At one time or another I've had to punish all my girls when we've had company."
Three heads nodded to affirm his assertion. My girl added to his explanation. "We tried begging him to take us up to our rooms for the spankings but he was intractable. All spankings happen here and it made no difference who was watching. The only thing our reluctance got us was an extra dose from Mom and her trusty wooden spoon. We all had to learn that lesson once but that was enough. After that we'd swallow our childish pride and accept the inevitable. The last time that happened to me was just after my twelfth birthday. I was just starting to be very much aware of my body and I still shudder when I think about it. It was extremely embarrassing."
Her mother added her two cents. "It was good for you." And turning to me she said, "That rule, immediate spankings when deserved, used to apply to me when we were younger and had friends of like mind regarding household discipline. Now he waits until we're alone to punish me but I also remember how mortifying it was to have an audience. That was the part I was most afraid of when I volunteered for the demonstration. It's been a long time since Miss `I-don't-have-to-pay-attention-in-school' honored our guests with her little bottom on center stage but it's long overdue a repeat performance. She will learn a better lesson by receiving her punishment with you watching everything. She's not a little girl but a well developed young lady so I'm sure she's extra embarrassed. But she knows better than to argue."
The last few words were a pointed reminder to the star of the show and a subtle threat of further punishment if she even thought about requesting a change of venue. All eyes focused on her and she shook her head to deny any such thoughts and to show acceptance of her fate. The silence was broken by her father. "I think it's time to get started. You may begin."
The explanation of the family ritual I received a few days earlier, while accurate in the most important aspects, was not entirely complete. The young lady moved a particular chair to the center of the room and then went to fetch the strap. Since all family punishments were carried out where we were the preferred (by her father) instrument of correction was conveniently located in the same room. I was later told that while it was not far from where the chair was placed it was the second most difficult journey they had to traverse. The strap itself was not what I expected. It was much shorter and lighter than I would've thought for the fear it generated. It was less than a foot long, thin, supple and split into three `fingers' at the end. However, as I was to see when it was put to use and then when I got to wield it myself, it was just the right length to get a good swing without sacrificing accuracy or its ability to really get the upraised bottom's owner's attention.
When her father was comfortably seated she apologized for getting into trouble at school. Her short speech ended with a plaintive acknowledgement that she needed to be punished. More than that, it was an explicit request for him to spank her bare bottom and then use the strap to help her learn her lesson.
There was moment when no one moved. I was expecting some sort of lecture but apparently, the confession of her sins negated the need for any extra parental opinions or advice. Instead he only said, "I accept your apology. You will be punished as you have requested. Continue."
The last word was her cue to finish her preparations. With only a quick look of embarrassment towards me as the unexpected and unwanted observer she unzipped the back of her dress. As she was removing more clothing my guide whispered in my ear. "The rule is that there should be nothing covering any part of our bottom when we stand up. I'll bet she wishes she was wearing her normal outfit of jeans and T-shirt. Then she would only have to take off her sneakers, socks, jeans and panties. That would be bad enough with an audience but this has got to be worse."
What she was referring to was her younger sister removing her dress, slip, and pantyhose. Each item was meticulously folded and put in a neat pile. She hesitated only a second while she glanced towards me again and accepting the fact that there would be no reprieve she quickly slid her panties off. They were likewise folded and placed on top of the pile. Her face was flushed as she stood before us with only her bra (and a pretty skimpy one, at that) to provide any semblance of modesty. The strap, which she had held in her hand during her semi-disrobing was then put on top of the pile of clothes.
No words were spoken as she walked to his side and lay across his lap. After a few minor adjustments he started the first half of her spanking. I was in a position to observe the state of her rear end as it went from pale pink to a hearty shade of red. This, of course, was not the only indication of the effect of the spanking. Her other end was letting us know his efforts were doing an outstanding job of `handling' her misbehavior.
When phase one was completed the tear streaked young lady rose and painfully walked the few steps to pick up the strap and return to her father. I admit I was curious why they allowed her to put it well out of his reach but the purpose was now clear. Getting it from the drawer was a difficult journey but having to rise with a very sore rear end and walk the few feet to its present resting place and then bring it back was the most demanding test of obedience and acceptance of the full punishment. As before, no words were exchanged as she handed him the thing that was going to really set her bottom on fire and then went back into the proper position to facilitate its application. Although his hand made contact many more times than the strap it was obvious that the strap was the more effective tool of instruction. She was learning an important lesson about acting up in school and bringing shame on herself and her family. I was also learning a thing or two. When I used my belt the night of my proposal I laid it across my true love's bottom so both hemispheres absorbed the impact. The method I was being introduced to was something different. He was giving it a quick snap so only the tips of the three `fingers' made contact but, judging from the girl being re-introduced to the method, it was not a pleasant experience. I would guess that she would've preferred another prolonged spanking with his hand rather than the eighteen (I counted) times the strap took a bite out of her rear end.
As I mentioned, the strap portion was relatively short but I'm sure her concept of time would've argued that point. When she struggled to her feet there was no doubt she would think twice before doing anything that would result in even one more taste of that thing. Although the physical portion was complete she had to replace the strap in its hiding place and put herself in a corner to shamefully display her father's handiwork while reflecting on her misdeeds. And she honored the family tradition of keeping her hands far away from providing any personal comfort.
With a self-satisfied air he said, "Now that's what I call a well punished rear end. Mind you, we don't have to resort to such measures often but you must be prepared to follow through or don't bother. A few token swats on her fanny won't accomplish anything. Right Dear?"
He was posing the question to his wife who turned to me and responded, "Most definitely. The girls have always needed a strong hand and doing things half-way is wasted effort. Of course, when it's me over his lap I don't entirely agree with him. At least not at the time but in retrospect I wouldn't have it any other way. Shall we move to the next item on the agenda?"
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