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The lovely girl snuggled next to me answered. "I might as well be the one to tell him since it involves me. When Mom and Dad suggested showing you how discipline is carried out in this family I was all for it. But I have to admit I was reluctant about the next thing they suggested. However, since Mom was willing to put her rear end on the line I couldn't find any excuse why I shouldn't do it. Now, in spite of her brave offer she got off and Sis took her place. I was hoping to watch her and gather my courage but I guess I have to go through with it without her inspiration."
An idea flashed across my mind but I immediately discarded it as impossible so I asked, "And just what is it that you have to go through?"
She kissed me on the cheek and said, "The final thing you have to do in order to gain their unqualified approval is demonstrate your willingness to discipline me. I've told them you're a very good spanker but they want to see for themselves. Unlike my stupid sister I've done nothing to deserve punishment but as Mom was ready to do, I am going to get spanked for no reason other than to show you how seriously we take corporal punishment."
That was the idea I discarded a moment ago and here it was right out in the open. I was somewhat surprised. Hell, I was shocked and speechless for a moment. At last I asked, "Do you really want me to spank you that hard? Would he have done the same if it was your mother? As you said, she volunteered to let him show me the way punishment is meted out but surely he would've gone easier on her since she's done nothing to deserve it."
It was her mother who answered. "When my husband spanks me I expect nothing less than what you saw. You would've gotten the wrong impression if he had `gone easy' on me. When I suggested the idea I expected to be even more red and sorry than the girl in the corner. She is eighteen and that's how many times she got strapped. One for each year. A woman hates to reveal her age, but if it had been me you would've known exactly how old I am and it's much more that eighteen. Nevertheless, we thought it was important and I would've taken the full dose. We love our girls and want the best for them and that includes finding a husband for them that understands us. Sacrificing my modesty and enduring an unnecessary punishment would've been a small price to pay for her happiness."
My girlfriend got up and hugged her mother. "Thanks Mom. I know you both love me and even when I'm over Dad's lap I never forget it."
Turning to me she said, "Well, there it is. If you want to marry me you have to spank me right here and right now. What's more, it has to be just the way he spanked my sister and in case you didn't notice, it was a hard spanking. The chair is waiting for you."
Her father had vacated the special chair and I only had to sit in it to start the proceedings. She put her hands together in a pleading fashion and I had no choice. Once I was settled she followed the same procedure as her sister except she didn't apologize for anything. She just stood next to me and asked for me to spank her, first with my hand and then with the strap she held in her hand. I slightly modified the words I heard her father use. Since she had done nothing to deserve punishment per se I changed his phrase from "You will be punished as you have requested." to "You will be spanked as you have requested. Continue."
Unlike her sister who disrobed silently she explained that this was usually very humiliating but since she was undressing for me it wasn't as bad as the other times she had to do it in that room. She added that it was still a little embarrassing with her family there but she wanted to show them, as well as me, that she intended to be an obedient wife and was willing to present herself for my discipline whenever necessary. I asked why she had to hold the strap when she took her clothes off. She smiled at my question and shrugged as she said, "It's really not a problem logistically. I still have the use of my fingers but we have to hold it as a constant reminder that it's going to be used on our rear end. We only get to put it down when we're ready for the first of the spankings. Then he provides plenty of reminders that we're being punished. To be honest, having it so close when I'm getting ready makes the preparation even worse which I guess is the idea. Even during the first spanking you can't get the thought of the strap waiting for you out of your mind. It's so far and yet much too near."
When she was clad only in her underwear and about to pull her panties off I stopped her and said, "Your mother suggested that we might change a thing or two. The first modification is that until such time as we have children and they're old enough to notice, you will get all your spankings totally nude. Add your bra to the pile."
She balked a bit and asked if I would consider waiting to incorporate that aspect until we were alone. Before I had a chance to answer her mother started laughing. "Go ahead dear, he may not be your husband yet but he's close enough. Besides, that's not really a change. It's the way your father spanked me for the first few years of our marriage and when you girls are not at home, it's the way he still does. I'm sure he's seen your breasts by now but there's something different about being nude in front of a man when you're about to be punished. You've been spared that little bit of humiliation but it's time you experienced it."
Her sister, who was still in the corner but had been allowed to turn around and watch said, "Mom knows what she's talking about. You weren't home but one day last summer they called me in from the pool for a spanking and all I had on was my bathing suit. You know the one. The blue suit with the yellow stripe."
My love looked scandalized. "That's a one piece suit. You had to take that off?"
Her sister nodded. "Yep. Looks like you're the only one of us who hasn't gotten a nude spanking. It was horrible. I hate it when they spank me with company here but even that's not as bad as taking the doom walk towards Dad with nothing on. You'll find out in a minute."
With a shrug of resignation she took her bra off and prepared to join her sister's and mother's little club. She told me later that it was still a hard task. She had never been so exposed to her father. However, she also admitted that as soon as her bra was off she realized the removal of her panties would be the final step in offering herself completely to me. When they were gone she walked to my side. She said that those last steps with pristine bottom about to get very red and very sore had always been a challenge but this time it was different. She felt more defenseless than any other time but it made her acceptance of the impending punishment more absolute.
I have to admit that the idea of spanking her luscious bottom was very enticing but I was a little guilty about spanking her as hard as seemed necessary to satisfy her and her parents. Still, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do and that's what I did. When her rear end matched her sister's I let her up. Seeing her tears as she walked awkwardly to fetch the strap was heart wrenching. The only consolation was when she handed it to me and said, "That was a horrible and wonderful spanking. As good as I ever got from Dad. But don't slow down now. You can spank me as easy or hard as you want when we're married but that's then and this is now. Show them that I made the right choice. They want to see you use the strap properly and that's what I want too. I know I'm going to cry a lot more and believe me I can make as much noise as my sister but don't let that stop you. I know it's going to hurt like the dickens but I can take it. Remind me to tell you about the time I drove home from a party and they smelled liquor on my breath."
She was interrupted by her father who said, "I remember that night. We decided a double dose of the strap was necessary and as far as I know, you've never done anything as stupid as drinking and driving since."
She managed a small smile and said, "Your right. I needed to learn a lesson and if I've never thanked you for that spanking I'm doing so now. A sore bottom for a week was a lot better than a drunk driving conviction or worse. I could've been in an accident and killed someone. You spanked some sense into me and I appreciate it."
He smiled back and said, "You're welcome but are you sure this trip down memory lane isn't your way of delaying the strap tonight?"
Turning back to me she finished her little speech. "My bottom probably wishes I could delay it for a long time but that wasn't my intention. I just wanted you to know I've gotten a lot worse than what I'll get tonight so you won't `go easy' on me. I don't need it to learn a lesson but it's important to my family and me that you do it right. I only wish you had proposed before my birthday party last week. Then I would've only gotten twenty but that's always been the drawback to birthdays. Lay it on like you saw him do and know that each tear and screech is my way of saying I love you and each one will bring us another step closer to being together forever."
With words of encouragement like that how could I refuse. As I continued I marveled at the efficiency of the strap. As I hinted earlier, it was perfectly suited to deliver punishment and her crimson bottom was bouncing with each snap. I have to admit I found some enjoyment (and a sexual response) to spanking her with my hand but seeing how much more the strap hurt her was disconcerting. However, if this was the way she had been punished in the past and wanted me to continue the practice in the future I would force myself to put my feelings aside and give her what she needs. Still, delivering twenty-one biting snaps of the strap was not a pleasant experience for me and, of course, everyone in the room was quite aware that it was an even less pleasant experience for her.
When it was over she climbed off my lap and returned the strap to its hiding place. But unlike her sister, she returned to the chair to give me a kiss and thanked me for showing everyone I would be a good disciplinarian
Her sister was aghast and said, "I can't believe it. That was as good or better than any time I've seen Dad punish her and now she's kissing him?"
Her mother chuckled and responded, "She may hate it when he tells her to prepare herself but afterwards she'll know she needed it and feel grateful. Very sore but still grateful. You saw the way she even thanked Dad for spanking her the night of that party. Someday you'll realize that we punish you because we love you and, if you're lucky, you'll find a man who'll share your love and gives your discipline the attention it deserves."
The girl smiled and said, "You'll have to excuse me if I don't agree with you. My bottom is still smarting from Dad's attention to discipline and the thought of someone else taking over that job doesn't sound too appealing."
My fianc´´e told her, "If she had told me that when I was eighteen I wouldn't have believed it either. Now I know how much the spankings were part of my life and I know I'll still need them. My bottom is as sore as yours and I'm not looking forward to ever being over his lap again but I know I will be and I'm glad to have a husband like him. He is going to be my husband, isn't he?"
The question was directed to her parents who smiled, shook my hand and welcomed me into their family. It was an amusing sight. Five people hugging and kissing while two of our number were sporting recently spanked rear ends and dressed somewhat inappropriately for the occasion. One of them completely naked and the other not far from it.
The girls were allowed to get dressed and the younger of the two teased her sister. "I'm glad you got spanked. You looked so funny wriggling on his lap and carrying on like a little girl just like I did. Seriously, I'm really sorry for you. I deserved mine so I have nothing to complain about but if he had to spank you I'm glad it was tonight. It meant I didn't have to stand with my nose in the corner."
Although meant as a joke it reminded her mother that there was a reason the girl had been punished. "This was a special occasion so consider yourself lucky. We'll make up for it in the future. A little bottom warming is not enough anymore. We need to add something else to enhance your humiliation and we can't always count on outside observers. I forgot about the incident with the swim suit. Thank you for bringing it up and telling us how much it affected you. That precedent is going to be the norm. From now on you will put all your clothes, and I mean everything, on the pile"
The girl gulped at this news and her face was ashen when she heard the final decree. "Of course, we hope you take my warning to heart and we never have to punish you again but if the need arises, it will be as I said and you better hope we're alone. The new rule applies even if we have visitors."
She was excused to her room and as I was about to leave my soon to be mother-in-law said, "Wait, aren't you taking her with you? We don't normally allow our daughters this liberty but here's a lotion that is very soothing on a sore bottom. I speak from experience and I'll let you in on a little secret. Not all spankings involve the strap and you might find them to be an exhilarating encounter. I know children don't think their parents have a sex life but when he gives me a spanking for fun we don't get to sleep right away if you get my drift."
The girl at my side blushed and took the lotion and my hand as we both departed.
When we got to my place we didn't get to sleep right away.
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