|"Lucy, you ganged up with Matt against
Jay and Cam because you'd get your way if
you got him on your side. You used your age
to bully you little brothers. Your little
brothers are your responsibility. You are
the big sister and it is your job to tell
them when they are being out of line. It is
not your job to join them, much less lead
them. I expect you to be the voice of
Nine year old Lucy stayed seated while
her parents talked too quietly for her to
hear. She never got spanked with her
brothers. Their parents sometimes spanked
their bare bottoms so it was decided long
ago that they didn't need to get spanked
together. She had seen her little brothers
get a swat or two as a warning over the
pants, but other than that she had only
seen her brothers' butts when they were
little and ran around naked. Their
parents' rule was by the time you were
five you were too old to run around naked.
So once you turned five you got spanked
for being in anything other than
underwear. Then Mr. Parker went to the
basement stairs and closed the door behind
Lucy watched fearfully as her mother
went into her bedroom and came out with
her wooden hairbrush. Mrs. Parker sat on a
kitchen chair and beckoned her daughter
over to her. Lucy approached slowly until
she was within arm's reach and her mother
swiftly turned her over her knee.
I called Sam over, and was pleased to
see that she was crying already. She very
quickly lay across my knee, probably keen
to get it over, though clenching her buns
I sharply told her not to, she obeyed,
and I began.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
It was almost a repeat performance,
though I was intrigued to see how Sam's
buns quivered furiously as they began to
redden - much more than Kevins' - also how
she began to scream and kick much sooner
than Kevin had. I did suspect, though,
that she was acting a little, in an effort
to get me to stop but I have to admit that
I was slightly more lenient than with
Kevin, since she had had the extra
punishment of waiting and anticipation. I
still made those bare round bottie-cheeks
bright red all over, though.
Next, our dad pulled ten year old Kathy
over his knee and spanked her underpants
covered butt with the hairbrush. Since she
is a girl, and is more sensitive than
boys, he only gave her five whacks, and
then, while she sobbed from those five
hard whacks, he pulled her underpants down
to her knees. Then, she cried hysterically
as he gave her bare butt ten whacks, and
then made her clean the room too with her
underpants still at her knees. She obeyed.
My husband and I spank our kids when
needed. We use a long plastic black shoe
horn that's a concaved curved 1" wide and
20" long. It stings like the devil when
our kids are over our knees getting their
cute little cotton covered buns set on
fire. In our family the kids get one swat
per age year on their underpants. If they
do the same conduct within a month the
swats double, but the second set is on the
Both kids are crying their eyes out
during their spankings, but when their Dad
bares their butts they beg and bawl for it
to stop. Even the double spankings only
leave their buns dark red with a few marks
that all fade by the next morning.
Late in the day, I went to fetch water
at a nearby spring, and seven year old
Mary came with me. We hadn't gone two
hundred yards when Mrs. Jones caught up to
us. She sternly told the girl, "I told you
not to go with him!", and as she spoke she
tore a willow branch from a nearby bush.
She whacked the girl across her legs once;
twice; a third time, causing immediate
shrieks and squalls, and I watched,
confused, and embarrassed. Then some
impulse made me speak up: "No! Don't whip
her. It wasn't her fault; I asked her
along. I'm the one who needs spanking!"
While I still had some momentum, I
breathlessly went on, "I've been naughty.
I threw the rock at the marmots, and I've
done lots of other bad things and I
deserve to be whipped like those men at
the prison!" I hastily amended this, "Not
that HARD, but with a leather strap and no
clothes on." She had stopped her switching
until I ran out of breath and words, and
she said nothing but looked at me with a
very strange expression. Then she turned
back to her daughter and unleashed another
half dozen swats with the switch. Crying
girl and angry mother strode back down the
trail, leaving me with a flood of
emotions, a pounding heart, and some
serious second thoughts about what I had
just said. To this day, I can't remember
if I got that bucket of water or not.
"Come off it Emily!" I said loudly over
her shouting. "I heard you! You said that
James's jacket smelled like the s word!
Don't try to deny it!"
Emily's face went from shock to sick
fear. Swearing was a spankable offense in
the Hewit household. Emily had recently
discovered that repeating certain words
that her older brother's (Brad and Sean)
sometimes used, would get her a lot of
attention from said brothers. They thought
it was hilarious when she said these words
and would often ask her to say them (even
though she didn't even know what they
meant). However, she was caught last week,
using these words whilst playing and was
given a stern talking to about how she was
never to use them again. My parents made
it very clear that if they heard about her
saying any naughty words again, she would
be spanked. No exceptions.
My mom had heard enough. She grabbed up
Emily and left James and I standing in the
foyer to unpack our backpacks and start
our homework. As we went to our room we
could hear the SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! of a
very sound spanking taking place in
Before they could speak, or react, their
father had lifted Grace up, and pulled her
skirt and panties down to her ankles, then
threw her on the top of the kitchen table,
face down. The strap cracked into Grace's
twelve year old white buttocks, searing
into the flesh, pushing it down, and
separating her cheeks as the busy leather
visited every inch of her buttocks,
finally ending with a blazing trail of red
on her thighs. Grace was lifted up, and
stood up on her feet. Her face contorted
in pain, her hands rubbing her bottom
furiously, tears and snot dripping down
her blouse, surprising the boys by showing
her little mound.
Sobering somewhat, their father started
to yell and swear at Grace, saying she was
in charge, and it was her fault. The boys
were petrified, and could not speak up.
Grace was made to finish setting the
table, and cooking dinner, with nothing
covering her little backside which was now
turning a deep blue color, with splotches
of bright red everywhere.
"I am going to turn your heinie into
hamburger, young man" Mom shoved down hard
on my upper back, positioned her knee to
block my legs from flying up protectively,
and rested the paddle against my skivvies
like she always did, to adjust her grip
and aim. Oh God, the very touch of that
slab of wood made my flesh crawl, and I
gritted my teeth against the firestorm to
Only it didn't come. There was nothing
but thick silence ... and the applause of
tiny hands coming from the adjacent dining
"Janie, you should go outdoors and not
watch this." Mom's voice got a lot more,
"But I wanna see!" Sis gushed, and added
hopping up and down to her happy ovation.
Mom was poised like a statue for a few
seconds, hawk eyes transfixed on Sis, and
then said "I want to see something too.
My sister flounced gaily into the room,
delighted at the prospect of a front row
seat for brother's latest disaster epic.
Mom rested the paddle on my back and let
go of it, to free a hand so she could
reach out and clutch Sis' tiny paws. She
twisted them back and forth, examining
them closely. "Janie, how did you get
black permanent ink all over your
My sister's hopping came to a screeching
halt and a look of consternation flooded
over her face.
Mom could add up the clues as fast as
Dad could, when she wanted to. "Why you
scheming, conniving little [outlawed
synonym for poop], you tried to set your
brother up by painting a mustache on
Even teetering on the precipice of doom,
I had to pause and admire. For a
five-year-old, that was a pretty slick
Sis began her usual cats-in-heat squeal.
"But it wasn't me, it wasn't, Bernie tied
me up and made me sit there while he
painted ink all over my fingers, and, and,
"And you forgot to mention it to me the
minute he set you free?"
"Oh wait, wait, now I remember, it was
gremlins, the ones that live in the
basement, they put magic on me so I
couldn't talk, then tied me up and painted
ink all over my ... "
I was feeling very gentle hands pulling
my pants back up, lifting me carefully off
the arm of the sofa, and setting me on my
feet. There was even a loving pat on my
head tossed in for good measure. "I'm so
sorry, Bernie," Mom said with genuine
pain, "I almost made a terrible mistake.
It seems I had the wrong person over the
armrest with her dress pulled up to her
"Can I watch?" I asked greedily,
suppressing the urge to hop up and down
"I think you should go outdoors for a
few minutes, dear, I'll call when it's all
right to come back in. And I think you can
plan on an extra dessert tonight, since
Janie won't be getting hers."
"Okay, Mom!" I was very agreeable as I
belted for the kitchen door, went out into
the backyard, circled around, and stood on
tiptoe so I could peer through the dining
room picture window, which gave just the
right angle of view into the living room
as Sis took my parking spot on the sofa
arm, wearing the back of her dress up
around her ears, screaming something about
basement gremlins ...
I ducked as the paddle began its work
and a huge fireball came blasting through
the glass of the picture window,
punctuated by a delightful sibling howl of
pain and outrage and terror ...
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Dad paused, as I lay draped over his lap
in a boneless puddle with my tail end
absolutely afire, and he did a fast count
on his fingers. "Shucks. Was that last one
twenty five or twenty six?"
"Ten." my sister piped from her seat on
the little wooden rocking chair.
"No fair." I managed to gasp somehow in
between waves of white-hot pain. "She can
only count to ten."
Dad was still calculating. "Had to be
twenty five. Math is my living. So ..."
I clenched my teeth again. I'd have
clenched my buttock muscles too but there
was nothing back there now but a
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
There, that would make thirty. Or three
hundred. I sort of lost count myself
because the agony was excruciating.
Dad paused again. "Well, I suppose all
good things must come to an end, so ..."
SMACK! SMACK! "Thirty two." He came to a
halt at last, and waved the smoke away
with a cough.
I could only manage a choked sob of
relief because my throat was raw from
screaming and crying.
"Aw, it's over?" Sis griped.
"We're playing Tarzan." Dickie hazarded.
"We got the idea from the matinee at the
theater last week."
"Makes sense." Sally said thoughtfully.
"You need a Jane, then." she reached up
and pulled her jumper right off and tossed
it aside, then sat down in her panties to
work her shoes and socks off.
She ditched the last shoe and sock and
stood up, and ... well, nothing suggested
romance. Skinned down like that, she was
all arms and legs and ribs ... in fact,
she looked a lot like us except for long
red pigtails and bright yellow drawers.
"What do I do, climb the rope or just go
up the trunk?"
"Hmmm." Sally stepped forward and gave
the rope a few experimental tugs, while
Dickie and I both turned on Paul and
hissed "Are you crazy? What do you want
her up here with us for?"
"Wait and see." Paul grinned back.
"This is easier in the movies." Sally
frowned, but took a little leap and was
hanging from the rope. "Tarzan made an
elevator for Jane that she could sit on."
Sally was about halfway up the rope when
she stopped trying and hung there, panting
so hard her cheeks puffed out. "Somebody
give me a boost!"
I reached up on tip-toe, gripped her
bright yellow pants by the waistband, and
made a downward-sideways whipping motion
like a magician pulling his cloak sharply
away to reveal his trick. "Ta-DAH!"
[Sound Department: insert one Unholy
Screech From Hell here]
Sally dangled there, wildly bellowing
and kicking, her rosy nether cheeks
exposed once again to the world. Okay, it
was more like a private showing but
revenge was sweet. Last year on top of the
monkey bars, I managed to defrock her in
front of a recess yard full of kids while
trying to arrest a bad fall. The teacher
had blistered my behind to a turn for it,
unintentional though it was. Sally gave me
a lot of outraged verbal static over the
balance of the school year. Technically I
got avenged - my Sis came up with a dirty
trick that got her in huge trouble too -
but to escape suspicion I was forced to be
elsewhere and missed all the fun. But not
She slowly - very slowly - shuffled
forward. He waited patiently - I think
he'd have waited an hour if needed, as
long as there was some perceptible forward
motion. Amelia arrived behind the chair.
Slowly - even more slowly than she'd
walked - Amelia went over the chair. As
soon as she was in position, her mother
lifted her skirt, exposing her knicker
clad bottom. Her mother whispered
something to her, and her whole body
shuddered - and she put her legs together
tightly. Her mother stepped behind her,
blocking her from my view and pulled down
her underwear, before stepping away. I now
had a clear view of Amelia's bare bottom.
Now, yes, I had seen it before - but
surreptitiously. I'd never had this type
Mr Connolly lined up the cane, and then
brought it back - and swung it down. It
was a good, firm stroke. Nothing like the
massive swings I'd seen from some of the
Masters at school, but they were highly
experienced experts. Mr Connolly was a
novice and I don't think he intended to
hit as hard as they did either. But it was
a firm stroke, and Amelia shrieked at it
and straightened up. Her hands flew around
to cover her bottom.
"Please, no more, Daddy!"
"Five more, actually - six more if
you're not back over that chair by the
time I count to three. One... two..."
She got back into position. He took aim
again and the second stroke was a carbon
copy of the first. And so was Amelia's
Her father roared, "ONE, TWO..."
She struggled back down. "I will not
count again, Amelia. You stand up again
and I start again right from the start. I
don't want to give you more than six - but
if you make me, I will do so."
Mrs Connolly placed her hands on her
daughters shoulders. I could see the two
red lines blossoming on Amelia's bottom -
it was quivering. Her whole body was. Mr
Connolly looked at his wife and nodded -
silent communication but the meaning was
clear. Mrs Connolly was going to hold
Amelia down so she didn't earn extra
He brought the cane back up - and
brought it down firmly. Amelia shrieked
again. Within a second he brought it back
up and down again - and then a third time,
and finally a fourth. The last four
strokes were delivered in rapid
succession. Amelia's screaming became
worse at each stroke. She was incoherent
when she was allowed to stand.
She couldn't obey her fathers
instructions. Her mother pulled her
knickers up and pulled her skirt down into
position and then lead her by the hand
over next to where I was standing, and
turned her around so she was facing the
His wife spoke. "She's only 12..."
"If she's old enough to be doing things
like this, she is old enough for the
Susan came back into the room - and she
fell to her knees.
"P...p...lease, D...d...addy. I'll
n...n...n...ever do it again!"
"Get up, Susan. Please don't make this
any harder than it has to be. Nathan -
could you move the armchair into the
centre of the room. Then stand over
I did as I was told. Lucy and Mrs
Connolly helped Susan up and took her to
the armchair. I'd been told to stand
behind the chair - a few yards behind it.
And I realised I was in a very similar
position to that I had been in when I'd
seen William flogged at school, and Amelia
flogged in this room. And I was going to
witness this as well. Pure justice in this
case, I suppose.
Justice enough that Susan didn't
complain - although maybe she was still
young enough that she didn't really care.
"Susan," Mr Connolly spoke. "I am going
to cane you for spying on Nathan while he
was showering. Now bend over the
back of the chair."
She had to stand on her tip toes to do
it. As soon as she was in position, her
mother lifted her skirt out of the way,
and I could see her knickers - pale blue
with little yellow flowers. Her mother
pulled them down to her knees and I was
looking at a very small, very white
bottom. It looked no different from the
bottom of any twelve year old boys I had
Her mother then moved around in front of
her and placed her hands on her shoulders
to hold her down. And Mr Connolly laid the
cane across the centre of her bottom,
brought it back and slashed it down. Not
particularly hard - nowhere near as hard
as he had caned Amelia a couple of weeks
earlier - but enough to hurt certainly.
And he brought the cane back immediately
and straight back down. Four strokes, very
fast, covering all of that tiny bottom -
and then two more, softer, but still most
definitely painful, on the upper part of
her legs. Then he tucked the cane under
his arm, bent down and pulled up her
underpants, as her mother released her
shoulders. Her hands fled around to her
bottom, and her father wrapped his other
arm - the one without a cane under it
around her and held her close for a minute
before letting her go into her mothers
"There is only one cure for temper
tantrums," said father getting up. He
lifted Janet out of her chair, sat down
again and put Janet over his knee.
"Bare bum! Bare bum!" John intoned
inside his head. "I always get it bare
Whether father picked up the vibrations
from John's brain or had already made up
his mind, he had pulled up Janet's dress
and tugged down her knickers before she
realised what was happening. A flurry of
hard spanks descended on her bottom.
Janet's hysterical sobbing turned into
proper crying as for the first time in her
life she felt a spanking.
John maintained a "goodness what a
wicked child" face, but felt the utmost
satisfaction at seeing his sister get
spanked - all the more so since she was
Set on her feet, Janet pulled up her
"Up to your room and stay there,"
Dad took his shower and shed a few tears.
He dried off, got dressed and retrieved the
paddlebrush that was on the vanity and took
off for Lindsey's room.
She was sitting in the middle of her bed
pajama clad when he walked in. She saw the
paddlebrush in his hand and started
crying, "Please don't give me a spankin'
with the brush, daddy! Please! I'm sorry!"
"You're not getting a spanking with the
paddlebrush, Lindsey Rachel. I am going to
spank you with my hand today. If you ever
show your behind like you did today again,
I will give you a bare bottomed spanking
with this paddlebrush, do you hear me?,"
"Yes, sir," 6 yr old Lindsey said.
"Ok, good.," Dad said as he sat down on
her bed, "Get across my lap."
Lindsey obeyed and draped herself across
her Daddy's lap. He lowered her pj's and
bared her bottom. His one hand covered
both her bottom cheeks. He rubbed it a
couple of times before he lifted it to
spank her about 20 solid times.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," a crying Lindsey
said when her spankin' was over.
He rubbed the bottom he'd just spanked
and said, "I'm sorry that I had to give
you a spanking today, sweetie. I love you.
You are to stay in your room until
tomorrow, not leaving unless you have to
go to the bathroom."
Daddy pulled up her pj bottoms, gave her
a kiss and left with the paddlebrush in
Daddy found 11 yr old Whitney writing in
her journal at her desk when he walked in
her room. He sat down on the edge of her
bed and called her over to him. She stood
in front of him in a gown. He beckoned her
over his lap and she went obediently.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Whitney said in
tears, "I didn't mean to be bad."
"I accept your apology," Daddy said as
he lifted his 11 yr old daughter's gown to
bare her bottom, "and you're forgiven.,"
He said rubbing her bare bottom with his
hand., "I'm spanking you because you did
not obey me when I said for all of you to
stick together. If you're in that position
again, you take the phone and call me
immediately. I'm going to give you 20
handspanks and 10 with the paddlebrush."
He then made his promise true. He
spanked her bare bottom 20 times with his
hand, slow and deliberate. Ten times each
side, alternating. She was crying out loud
from the 4th one. He picked up the
paddlebrush and said, "I want you to count
out loud each spank from this brush.
Whitney was a bawling, crying mess over
her Daddy's lap.
"Shhhh, shhhh," Daddy said, rubbing her
flaming behind, "It's ok. It's all over."
"I'm soooo sorryyyyyyyyyy.," Whitney
Daddy held his daughter tight for a few
minutes and said, "You have to stay in
your room until tomorrow, sweets."
"Yes, sir," Whit replied rubbing her
bottom, crying with understanding.
He patted her bottom, gave her a kiss on
the back of the head.
Sarah stood up, but looked down at the
ground. The woman asked her daughter what
David had done to deserve a spanking.
Sarah muttered something about how
irritating he had been. The woman was not
impressed, and David was put down. Sarah
was promptly ordered to put her hands on
her head. She began to cry, tears flowed
freely down her face, and she pleaded to
go home. But her hands went straight onto
her head. Sarahs white knickers were
clearly displayed, as her short dress rode
Mum then started to slap the legs of the
girl. Two slaps on the right leg, then two
on the left. On and on it went, until each
leg had received ten slaps. The whole play
area was counting. After each stinging
blow, Sarah twisted and shook the offended
thigh, but never took her hands down. When
it was done, each leg had a reddened
patch, with distinct finger-marks around
Finally Sarah got her wish. She was
ordered home. This did not seem to please
her, however, as she continued to cry
profusely. Sarah ran home, rubbing the
backs of her thighs as she went. David
held his mothers hand as they walked home.
Come on, uncross your legs, I can't get
over your knee like that".
He stared, and complied. She gently
lowered herself across his knee. Her small
round bottom was just wonderful to behold.
He found himself resting his hand on it,
feeling its warmness. He lifted his hand.
"Hang on", she said, "a girl's bottom
should always be bare for a smacking,
especially if the boy doing it is going to
get pleasure out of it."
They tiptoed closer to the horsebox.
With the lower half of the door closed it
was clear that, unless they climbed up,
they would not be able to see inside.
Tempting though it was to risk it, good
sense prevailed. They stood to one side of
the horse box, ready to beat a hasty
retreat, they hoped unobserved, when
anyone emerged. Their hearts were beating
wildly as they listened and imagined what
the scene must look like.
'Right Sofia, you can be first, over my
'But someone might hear Daddy.'
'You should have thought of that before
you did it.'
There was a sound of movement. Then
Sofia's voice again.
'Hey Daddy, not my knickers too.'
'Shut up and stay still.'
Then there was a loud retort. It was the
unmistakable sound of a hand crashing down
onto a bottom.
'Ouch, that hurt.'
'Of course it hurt. It's meant to. And
if you're so worried about people knowing
what's happening to you I suggest you stay
There was another loud slap and another,
though more muted, squeal of pain from
Sofia. There were four more smacks before
Mr Rushley spoke again.
'Your turn Caroline. Over my knee.'
Caroline clearly didn't think it worth
protesting about having her knickers
pulled down. She said nothing. But the
boys heard her voice immediately after the
'Owwww, Daddy, please, I promise I'll be
He didn't reply, unless you call another
loud slap a reply.
'Please, please Daddy, I'll never be
The begging had no effect. She got her
full quota of six smacks.
The drawing room door was open as he
passed it and he caught a glimpse of a
domestic scene which he immediately
understood. Lucinda Grey was draped across
her father's knee, with her jeans and
knickers down, kicking uselessly with both
feet. Rupert clearly saw her slim round
bottom for a second. It was already pink
and, just as he passed, he saw her
father's hand descending once again and
heard the familiar loud slapping noise as
it connected with her firm flesh.
Just before the dining room door closed
behind them, Rupert heard Lucinda's voice.
She wasn't actually crying, but she was
"Please Daddy, I promise I'll be good".
And then another slap.
Rupert understood Mrs Grey's
embarrassment. He quickly delivered his
message and pleaded an urgent need to get
to the village. But, once outside, he
slipped behind a hedge in the hope of
seeing Lucinda come out. He was not to be
disappointed. After about five minutes he
saw the front door open again and Lucinda
emerged. She was wearing a white T shirt
and tight blue jeans. He noticed one hand
stroking the bottom which he had just seen
free of the jeans. He stared at her for a
few minutes as she walked towards the shed
where he knew her bicycle to be kept. He
suddenly realised that, undeveloped though
she was, she was extraordinarily
attractive, in a tom boyish sort of way.
She was tall and slim. Her short blonde
hair was styled with a delightful fringe.
Her complexion was incredibly clear and
face was wonderfully pretty. That was the
moment he realised he was in love.
Lindsey stood in front of her Daddy in
the guest room. He was sitting on the edge
of the bed and pulled her across his lap,
pulled her shorts and panties down to
display her pudgy, white, 6 yr old bottom.
She was crying before the first spank hit
her bared bottom.
Daddy gave her a really hard spanking
with the wooden spoon on her bare bottom.
About 25 in all before she was lying like
a limp noodle, sobbing her eyes out over
his lap. He scooped her up and cradled
her, kissing her head.
"I'm sorry I had to give you such a hard
spanking, Linds. I love you so much."
"I'm sorry, too, Daddy. I won't get baby
Jake up again. I promise!"
"It's ok, Linds," Daddy said into her
hair while rubbing her burning bottom,
"It's all over now. Shhhh."
"Now go on up to your room.," Daddy said
while pulling her panties and shorts back
up., "You are grounded there until supper
tonight. I love you."
"I love you too, Daddy.," Linds replied
as she trotted off to her room rubbing her
burning bottom through her shorts.
"That's it! That IS it!," Dad said as
soon as he hung up the phone, "You are
BOTH getting spankings when we get home.
Since you both are intent on arguing
through my phone call, I'm going to give
you spankings side by side. With the belt!
When we get home, I want you both to go to
the guest room and take off your pants,
put a pillow over the edge of the bed, and
lie across it. I will bare both your
bottoms when I come in with the belt. Then
I am going to blister both your behinds
together so the next time I tell you to
cut it out, you will, without hesitation.
Am I clear?," Dad said.
Will, knowing there was no use in
arguing when Dad said he was spankin' you
said, "Yes, sir."
Whitney, who'd never had a bare bottom
spanking with the belt started crying
immediately saying, "Please, don't give me
a spankin' with the belt, Daddy! Please,
I'll be good! I promise! Please don't
"I'm sorry, hon, you should've listened
to me when I asked you to stop the first
time. You'd been warned. And now you're
going to get a spanking with the belt.,"
When they got home, Dad went upstairs to
check on the sick ones, while Will and
Whitney headed to the guest room. About
five minutes later, Dad came in the guest
room, belt in hand, to find his 11 yr old
twins exactly the way he told them to be.
Bottoms up with underwear and panties each
lying over a pillow.
Whitney was crying when Daddy walked in
the room and she saw the belt in his hand
she completely broke down and said,
"Please dont Daddy!"
He ignored her and walked over to both
of them and lowered Whit's panties first
and then Will's underwear. He decided he'd
alternate licks between the both of them
and wasted no time in doing so. He raised
the belt and brought it down on Whit's
bared bottom first.
SPANK! "OOOHHHHH that hurts!"
SPANK! Dad landed the belt right below
the first one, overlapping it just a
little bit. "OOWWWWIIIEEEEEEEEE!"
SPANK! Dad landed the belt right on top
of the first one. "Ow!"
SPANK! the belt landed above the first
one, overlapping it a little.
"DADDDYYYYY!!! NOOOO MORRREEEEEE!!"
SPANK! Dad landed the belt right on top
of the first two. "OWWW," Will said, legs
beginning to scissor and toes digging in
the floor, tears forming.
SPANK! Dad landed the belt on top of the
first one. "THAT HURTSSSSSSSSSS!" her legs
scissoring and her hands trying to reach
back to protect her bottom. Dad let her
rub for a second while he gave Will
SPANK! the 4th one landed on top of the
first 3. "OUCH! OOHHHH!," Will said legs
completely scissored, Dad getting exactly
the result he wanted!
"Whitney Danielle, I want your hands
completely out of the way, and you may not
bring them back again, or I will start
your spanking all over, understand?," Dad
said raising the belt again and instead of
delivering one lick, he delivered two in a
row, to her sit spot, the part where her
bottom meets thigh.
was completely broken and sobbing, trying
her best not to put her hands back on her
blazing bottom, "PLEASEEEE NO MORRREEEEEE
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! the 5th, 6th, and
7th landed a little below the first 4, on
his sit spot and Will was fully crying and
begging for his spankin' to be over, "I"M
"You've got 3 more each, Whitney, I'll
give you two now, then give Will his last
three and then I will give you your last
one, Whit.," Dad said as he picked up the
SPANK! SPANK! Right on top of the sit
spot. She couldn't do anything but cry
into the bed it just hurt so much!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Will was also
sobbing into the bed, completely limp like
At the end of their spankings, Dad
pulled up their underwear and panties and
said, "I hope you've learned your lesson
you two. You can get your pants on and go
to your room when you're ready. I'm sorry
I had to give you spankings and I love you
both very much." And with a kiss to the
back of each of their heads and one last
look at their blazing behinds, he left the
When they came out about 10 mins later,
Will and Whitney gave dad a hug and said
they were sorry for acting the way they
did in the car and promised never to do it
"I'm sorry, Whit, didn't mean to get you
a spankin'," Will told his sister.
"I'm sorry, too, Will. I didn't mean to
get you a spankin' either," Whit replied.
They both slept on their tummies that
At school on the following day Laura and
Katy confided to the boys that they had,
indeed, both been spanked. In both cases,
their fathers had pulled their skirts up
and their knickers down and applied the
backs of hairbrushes to their bottoms.
Both assured the boys, however, that it
had all been worth it, and at least they
hadn't been grounded, which would have
been "really gross."
He turned back around to face them. "I
cannot permit this behavior. I am certain
one of you did it and that whoever it was
is lying to escape punishment. It won't
work. If the one of you who broke the vase
does not come forward, I shall punish you
all in turn. Do I make myself clear?"
The children said nothing. Margaret
looked confused. Jane had a hard, bitter
look on her face, and Timothy was
Their father pulled out the chair from
his desk and sat facing them. "You've had
your chance. Jane, come here, please."
Jane stood proudly. Her lip quivered but
she betrayed no other reaction. She went
to her father and bent across his lap.
Margaret looked on, wide-eyed with horror,
as he spanked Jane's bottom hard. Jane got
up, tears running down her cheeks, and sat
back on the couch. She struggled to keep
Timothy was already crying. Their father
said, "Now Tim, come here." As he stood up
and went to his father, Timothy blubbered,
"Oh, please, Father!" But their father
said nothing. He put Timothy over his knee
and gave him a vigorous spanking. Timothy
went and sat back down, bawling loudly.
Margaret was crying now, too. "It's not
fair, I didn't do it!"
"If you didn't do it, Margaret, you must
tell me who did. Otherwise you must take
the same punishment as the others."
"I - I can't!"
He reached out and caught her arm,
pulling her to him and flinging her easily
over his knee. She, too, received several
ringing slaps on the rear.
When he had finished with her she went
over to the couch and kicked her brother
Timothy. "You beast!" she said through the
Jane then punched her brother's arm.
"How could you?" she shouted.
Their father said, "What's this?"
Margaret said, "Timothy did it! He broke
the vase and hid it at the bottom of the
wastebasket! We saw him!"
"Timothy, come here and bend right over
the back of the couch."
The back of the couch came to just a
little above Timothy's waist. By standing
on tip-toe, he could bend over it, leaning
his arms on the seat and with his head
against the cushions. He was bent almost
double with his bottom sticking up in the
air. His bottom was red from the spanking
he had received just a few minutes
His father raised his arm behind him,
then brought the belt cracking forward
against Timothy's bottom. Timothy gasped
and began to cry again. His father beat
him steadily, leaving dark red stripes
against his bottom, often striking the
backs of his legs as well.
Margaret turned her head away, unwilling
to look. But Jane's eyes were bright and
she stared eagerly at the flogging. She
breathed in unison with her father, almost
grunting with effort as he did. When it
was over she gave a shuddering sigh of
pleasure. She had almost forgotten the
spanking her father had given her. In any
case, it was well worth it for the
spectacle she had been given to watch. She
began to imagine the whipping she would
give her dolly when she found herself
The next thing you know, Lindsey, his
pain in the butt little sister said
"Andy's gettin' a spankin'! Andy's gettin'
a spankin'!," in a sing-song teasing
In one fell swoop, Dad had Lindsey over
his lap, her pants and panties down and
spankin' her bare bottom with his hand for
all to see saying, "You may not tease your
brothers or sisters when they are going to
get a spanking or when they have gotten a
spanked, young lady! DO (spank!) YOU
(spank!) UNDERSTAND (spank!) ME(spank!)?"
"Now you apologize to your brother for
teasing him and you will do his clearing
and your part tonight too little girl! I
am very disappointed in your behavior. Go
straight to bed when you're finished, do I
make yourself clear?," Dad told her in a
no non-sense way.
"I uh I uh I'm soh oh ry," Lindsey said
to Andy still sobbing and then to Dad she
said, "I uh 'm so oh ryyyyyyyy
"It's ok Linds," Andy told her and went
to his room.
"I love you Linds," Dad told her while
he held her on his lap rubbing her bottom,
"but you are not allowed to act the way
you did tonight, do you understsand me?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, getting her
emotions under control a little more.
"Good. I don't ever want you to do that
again or try to watch any of your
brother's or sister's getting a spanking
like you did the other night. I don't like
to spank any of you, but I will when there
is disobedience. And if you try to watch,
then what happens to you when you get
caught?" dad asked her.
"Uh I uh get a spankin'."
"Yes you do young lady. In front of
everyone too didn't you?"
"Yes, sir," she said sheepishly, "I'm
really sorry daddy."
"Ok, Linds, you're forgiven. Go ahead
and get busy with clean-up. I've got to go
give Andy a spanking. I love you baby
girl.," Dad said as he let her down off
his lap with a kiss to the back of her
Terri just sat there when mommy and
daddy stared at her.
"Naughty little girls get punished so
that they will be good little girls." he
said authoritatively. He got up and
took Terri by the hand and led her back to
his chair. After sitting down, he
continued. "Naughty little girls get
He pulled his cousin over his lap and
held her fast with one hand. He
raised her dress, exposing her panties,
and tucked it under his arm. Then he
slipped his other hand under the waistband
of her panties and pulled them down.
"A proper spanking must be on the bare
bottom." He declared as he raised
his arm and
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Terri started to protest.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Terri started to cry.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Terri switched to bawling.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Timmy stopped spanking her and led her
to the corner. Susie got into the
sprit of things by pinning up Terri dress
so her hot red bottom was showing.
Mike yelled: "ELIZABETH NATHALIE
FORDHAM! Come here immediately."
Jerod bellowed: "KATHERINE MEAGAN
HATCH! COME HERE INSTANTLY!"
Then, in a surprisingly softer voice,
"Sid, please come here."
Confronted, the girls quickly confessed
their most naughty deed. Sid kept
his mouth tightly closed for telling his
father that he had been unjust and
untrusting would not be a good thing to
do, especially in front of others.
He did enjoy the proceedings, however,
unlike his sister and her friend as he was
As he watched both girls were stripped
(just like he had been at that age) to
their birthday suits. There were
tears in their eyes already. They
were then thoroughly lectured about how
extremely naughty they had been and how
they were going to pay a heavy
price. It was only then that they
were pulled over the parental laps.
Sid positioned himself to get the best
view of his sister's bottom. He knew
that she often got away with things that
he had been soundly spanked for years
earlier. Today he was most angry
with her for causing his own unjustified
whipping. It was very rare that he
was permitted to watch as his father's
hand came crashing down on that target
leaving a bright red hand print. As
spank after spank landed, the hand prints
blurred into a general redness covering
her little behind.
Of course, the tears flowed like
Niagara; the crying was loud. Sid
almost tried to stop his father for he had
always protected his little sister but the
pain still causing his own ass to throb
kept him still. Then it was
over. Both fathers held their little
precious yet very naughty girls as they
cried. Sid, for the first time,
began to understand what his father meant
by 'this hurts me more than you' that he
said when he had been spanked. Both
girls were told that they would be raking
the lawn until it was clear of
leaves. Still naked they were
required to apologize to Sid.
It was after dinner on Friday that Katy
knocked on Sid's door. When she came
in, she immediately, said: "Sidney, I was
a very naughty girl to cause you to get a
strapping. I'm very, very
sorry. Please give me the spanking I
Sid was sitting on his bed and indicated
that she should come over to him.
"I'm sorry too, little sister." He
paused as he did not really want to do
this but his father had explained how it
would help Katy. "Yes, you were very
naughty and have earned a spanking."
Katy stood very still, looking at the
floor. Sid, following how their
father had done this, slowly undressed his
little sister. Normally she would
have run away, but she had made up her
mind that she would take what was coming
to her. He removed her blouse and
then her jeans. As this happened she
lost her slippers leaving her in just
panties. She was dreading this the
most - her brother removing her panties.
She was surprised when he just eased her
over his lap with them up. This was
all as he had discussed with their father.
"You've been a very naughty little girl,
Katherine." he said in a voice not very
familiar. She felt his left-hand
grip her waist to hold her in place.
Next, rather than starting to spank her,
his right hand grabbed the waistband of
her panties and pulled them down.
Only then did she get the first
spank. It was not so hard. Sid
was comparing the soft sound of his spank
had made with what he had heard when their
father had spanked her; how little the
color of her little bottom had changed in
response. The next spank was much
harder. This sounded and looked a
Kate felt this one and made a small
sound. She knew that she would soon
cry but she did not want to on the first
spank. The next spank, the second real
one, got to her and she yelled. She
yelled for the next dozen and was crying
also. Sid picked her up and held her
tightly. She hugged him back as she
cried. Her bottom hurt a lot; not as
much as when her father spanked very hard,
but she knew that she had been well
spanked. She was comforted by her
brother telling her she was forgiven and
that he loved her. Eventually she
stopped crying and ran off to bed.
The hurt that she had in her heart was now
in her bottom and that was a lot better.
"I think it's only right that Tom watch
this, just as you liked to watch him get
spanked. Now take off your pants."
Erin started to cry softly as she
unzipped her jeans and stepped out of
"Now your underpants," I said sternly.
She stepped out of those too and stood
blushing, her hand cupped between her
"Are you just going to leave those on
the floor?" I asked.
She cried as she picked up her pants,
folded them neatly and put them on the arm
of the couch, then picked up her underwear
and put them on top of her pants.
"Tom, have a seat," I said, indicating
the chair opposite the couch. He sat down,
leaning forward eagerly.
I sat on the couch and told Erin to lie
across my lap. She did so. At twelve, she
was just starting to be pubescent, and her
bottom was full and round. I gave it a
gentle pat, then took the hairbrush in my
"You have a lot to be sorry for, Erin,
and I hope you'll apologize properly to
Tom. But right now you're going to get the
spanking you earned and probably should
have got several times over the past few
years. I hope you're ready. This might
take a while."
And then I brought down the hairbrush
across her buttocks. She gasped and
started. I began at about half-strength,
which with the hairbrush was still painful
enough to reduce her to tears and
squirming immediately. As I continued,
alternating from one side to the other and
across both, I gradually increased the
force. Occasionally I would aim for the
upper thighs. By the time I had finished I
was spanking her harder than her mother
would have been able, her bottom and upper
thighs were a dusky red, and she was
hoarse with bawling.
Tom was having the time of his life. All
that was missing for him was the popcorn.
'Your friend Gillian suffered additional
wrath for that transgression.'
'She doesn't mind.'
'Oh I think she did.'
Uncle James beamed a satisfactory smile.
He was remembering, with exquisite
pleasure, the upturned bottom of young
Gillian Jones. Jeans and pants lowered to
her knees she had suffered around fifty
strokes of Mrs Wilmer's strap to her bare
behind. And he had witnessed it all.
'Your Mrs Wilmer is an exceptional lady.
When she straps a behind it certainly
knows it has had a thrashing. I reckon
Miss Jones is still howling.'
"He pushed me down a bank Mommy, For no
reason mommy, it wasn't my fault, honest"
"Billy again huh?"
"Yes mommy, umm you not mad about my
uniform being all muddy?"
"I'm not Happy about it Darling, but I'm
not mad about it. Playing with the Stove I
am Mad about though, you could have
accidentally cause a fire, or worse Burnt
yourself. That's what I have told you
before not to go play near it. I what else
did I say would happen if you did?"
"I..I.. would be punished?"
"And how did I say you would be
"I would be spanked" Sophie replies with
"That's right, how let's get you across
With that she help guide her still wet
daughter across her lap and then adjusts
her into position. She then no
nonsensically starts to bring the
hairbrush with reasonable force onto
Sophie's upturn posterior, concentrating
on the lower buttock, sitspots, and upper
thighs. SMACK SMACK SMACK "Young SMACK
lady SMACK you SMACK need SMACK to SMACK
learn SMACK to SMACK control SMACK
yourself SMACK SMACK SMACK"
"I will Owww mommy *gasp* I promise,
Ten year old Margo silently stared at
her plate. She had no idea what he might
have in mind.
"After supper," her father continued,
"you will be punished with a belt, just as
your brother was a few days ago. We will
not have that kind of behavior in this
house, and you need to learn that lesson
Then, almost as an afterthought, he
said, "Since you displayed your brother's
bare bottom to all your friends, I'm going
to let your brothers have a full view of
your bare bottom as it turns from pink to
Margo shuddered. "But that's not fair,"
she pleaded. "You never let me watch them
"None of your three brothers have ever
done anything as nasty as you have this
afternoon," her father replied. "Now get
up and wash the dishes. When you are done,
go into the living room and prepare for
Margo, looking as if she was about to
cry, turned to her mother for help, but
her mother sat there nodding her agreement
with her husband's words. Margo knew there
was no hope to alleviate the sentence.
She dragged out the dish washing process
as long as possible. Then she mustered up
as much courage as she could and slowly
went to the living room. There, sitting in
a hard chair, was her father waiting for
her, and sitting in a row on the couch, as
if anticipating the curtain rise on a
school play, were her three brothers.
Her father instructed her to come to
where he was sitting and stand beside him.
She did so and soon was lying over his lap
with the bottom of her skirt pulled up to
her shoulders. Her father then pulled down
her underpants so that her bare bottom was
in full view of her brothers and ready for
the biting strokes of his belt.
The first lash stung so much that she
screamed. By the third stroke she was
sobbing bitterly. But the blows continued
unabated. Never had she felt such pain.
She completely forgot that her brothers
were watching (Bill with a big smile on
his face) because the stinging pain of the
belt was so intense.
At the end of this ordeal she was sent
up to her room to complete her homework
and go to bed. But she was sobbing so much
that she couldn't look at the books.
"But I have something to show you," she
said with a conspiratorial wink.
"Come on, let's go outside."
They hid behind the Dumpster and Annie
turned around and raised her skirt,
bending over at the waist. Kyle's jaw
dropped at the sight of her red satin
panties. He bit the knuckle of his fist to
keep from panting. "Wow," he whispered.
"Well?" she said impatiently. "Take them
"What, do you think I came out here to
show you my undies?"
Confused, he tugged them down and took a
step back at what he saw. Her bottom was
nearly as red as the dress and the panties
and criss-crossed with welts.
"I got in trouble over the dress," she
said, her eyes glinting with mischief and
pride. She was a tomboy, all right. He and
his male friends had always bragged that
they never cried and had bravely shown one
another any marks they were unfortunate
enough to be sporting, but he had never
seen a girl's bottom after being spanked.
Fifty yards from the cottage he was
musing on the strange hold she had over
him. And, still fifty yards from the
cottage, he heard the echoing sounds which
worryingly suggested chickens coming home
to roost. Someone was getting a walloping
and if Andy Styles was not mistaken that
someone, judged by the howls and pleas,
was Gillian Jones.
He tentatively opened the kitchen door to
the cottage and, stepping inside, hastily
closed it. The sound was now
unmistakeable. In a room upstairs a strap
was being heavily laid across a particular
part of Gillian Jones. He heard the thwack
and he heard the screams. And he heard the
pleading. But it made no difference.
Someone, and it must be Connie Wilmer, was
wielding a strap across the behind of his
young companion. Andy stood in the kitchen
doorway, absolutely transfixed. The sound
of the strap thwacking down grew louder
and the pleas for forgiveness took on a
more urgent cry.
'Please Mrs Wilmer, no more. Please. My
bum, my bum. Aagh.'
It made no difference. Andy Styles
reckoned he had heard that strap whack
down onto flesh at least ten times as he
approached the cottage and, once inside,
he had heard it do its work another twenty
times. And now as the anguished sounds
enclosed his ears he could almost be in
the room. By the time the wielding of that
strap stopped he calculated that his young
companion had received around fifty whacks
to her backside. And, although he could
not see, he had little doubt that the
small, boyish, pants which usually covered
her rear would be dangling around her
knees. When Connie Wilmer whacked behinds
she relished in an exposed target. Andy
Styles felt a quickening of his heart and
a sickening feeling in his stomach. If
Gillian Jones, for whatever reason, was
getting whacked his own re-introduction to
a bare bottom strapping from Mrs Wilmer
could not be far behind. Fearful of such
an eventuality he left the cottage,
quietly closing the door, and desperately
tried to pretend that he had neither heard
nor imagined anything that had taken
place. He walked around the surrounding
countryside for at least half an hour,
twice stopping for a nervous pee, but in
the evening gloom eventually and
reluctantly returned to the cottage. When
he did so, Gillian Jones was calmly
sitting at the kitchen table drinking a
cup of warming soup. She was in her
pyjamas and clearly ready for an early
bed. Her eyes were slightly red but other
than that her demeanour indicated little
of what had taken place no more than half
an hour before.
Jer followed her to the barn, where she
showed him a pitchfork, and the manure
pile, and told him to clean out the
stalls, and to sweep out the barn, while
she finished some business with her
daughters. Jer got to work, and was mostly
through cleaning the stalls, when he heard
a cracking noise followed by a cry. This
was repeated several times. Jer's sense of
curiosity was raised, and he quiety walked
back to he cabin, and stole a peek into a
window which was off of the front porch.
He saw three little girls standing naked
from the waist down, facing their mother,
who had her back to the window. They were
all holding onto their bottoms as if they
might fall off. The mother told them to
just go up to their loft and go to bed, as
she was angry with them all. Jer watched
as they turned, and the three little red
butts climbed a ladder to their
I heard the door opposite mine which
lead to Amelia's room open and then shut.
I strained to listen. I could hear Mrs
Connolly's voice quietly talking to Amelia
but couldn't make out the words. I could
hear Amelia's much louder voice though.
"PLEASE, MUMMY, PLEASE DON'T SPANK ME!
I'LL BE GOOD. PLEASE DON'T HIT ME!
And then I heard the sound of smacking.
Remorseless and heavy. It sounded too
heavy to be a hand and a shiver went
through me as I wondered what it was.
Amelia's shrieking and screaming drowned
it out. I was quite stunned at her lack of
courage. It sounded like she was being
killed. Mrs Connolly was kindhearted and
that must have been hard to take, but it
didn't seem to stop her doing her duty.
And then there was no longer screaming,
but sobbing. And the door opened, and
shut. And a second later my door opened.
I was wearing the clothes I'd changed
into after I'd got drenched on the tower.
And I froze rigid as I saw what she had in
It was a hairbrush. And I feared the
hairbrush like nothing on this earth.
"Stand up, Hermione, and come here."
Once again, Mrs Weasley stood and walked
over to where a child was standing waiting
for a spanking. Once again she turned the
chair around, and sat down in it and once
again, her fingers deftly undid the
fastenings of a child's jeans. Unlike
Harry, Hermione did not protest, or
complain or in any way resist. For obvious
reasons, this wasn't quite as embarrassing
for her as it had been for Harry. Mrs
Weasley pulled the jeans down, and then
pulled down Hermione's knickers and with
practiced ease, tipped Hermione forward
and across her lap. Mrs Weasley had far
less experience of spanking girls than
boys, but that really didn't matter,
because she saw no reason whatsoever to
treat them differently in this regard. She
planted one hand in the small of
Hermione's back, and with the other took
aim across the young girls bottom. And she
raised her hand and brought it back down
as hard as she could, her palm and fingers
curved slightly to match the contours of
her target area. Hermione gave a gasp at
the first spank, and was crying by the
sixth - though not as loudly or as
obviously as Harry had. At about the
twelfth, Mrs Weasley began focusing her
attention on one buttock at a time in
turn, and Hermione squirmed, but made no
real struggle. The last five spanks were a
copy of how she had finished with Harry -
fingers spread, and curved and with force,
to cover as much of the target area as
possible. And then it was over. And she
placed Hermione on her feet, and went and
got a cool wet cloth. Unlike Harry,
Hermione didn't move to cover her
nakedness as quickly, and showing her
great intelligence, when the cloth was
passed to her, she didn't initially apply
it's soothing coolness to her face. But
then she did, and adjusted her clothing,
and looked at Mrs Weasley, and said in a
very polite good-natured voice.
It's worth saying that my father must
not have been the only one for have given
permission for Graham and Roger to punish
with spanking. I distinctly remember them
spanking a girl called Rosemary who was
about 10 on her bottom. She was mucking
around during a game and she was taken
into the corner, told off in no uncertain
terms, her gingham dress tucked up into
her vest and her panties pulled down to
her ankles by Roger. I could see out the
corner of my eyes her standing there a gap
of nakedness between her white socks and
sandals and the blue gingham of the top of
her dress. She was then given a good
hiding on her bare bottom, a sound that
could be heard above the noise of playing
children. The game stopped and we all
heard Roger say 'Any more fuss from you
young lady and Ill tell your Father! He
told her to pull her panties up, her dress
down and red faced she went back to join
the circle of boys and girls.
"This is not a laughing matter, girls.
You are not so innocent. Jill at ten you
know better that to tease the boys and run
around so noisily."
"Yes, mother; I'm sorry."
"You could benefit from a spanking also,
"No, mother, please...."
Her protests were not any more effective
than those of the boys and the Salesman
reached out and dropped her jeans and
Supergirl panties before pulling her over
his lap. This was more than sufficient
entertainment to get the boys to stop
crying so that they could watch closely.
After five whacks, Jill was bawling and
probably could not hear the injunctions to
be good when she got another five.
Helen, the littlest one, was crying even
before her jeans and Wonder Woman panties
were lowered. A half dozen had her bawling
like her big cousin.
The demonstration complete, the [Fuller
Brush] salesman lined the red-bottomed
miscreants up along the staircase and
ordered them to study the wall until told
different. "As you can see, ma'am, it is
quite effective and very reasonably
"I'll take it." Mary said reaching into
the closet for her purse. "Make that two;
my sister needs one also."