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In their family Bob and Jan must self report their own misconduct everyday by 8 P.M. Their bare bottom lessons may include the hand, hairbrush and belt. Cheating on the system results in two hard strappings. Brother and sister are usually present for each others punishment.
Prologue
They were a nice, loving family in a nice home in a nice neighborhood of a nice American small town. The father was a respected professional, well-known in this small Virginia town in the 1950s. The mother had a college education, but as was common for the times, chose to remain a housewife. The two children, Bob and Jan, were bright, well-adjusted, high-spirited, and entirely normal. In the future, Bob would become a local high-school football legend and then live an obscure life; Jan would follow her mothers tracks to college and a good marriage.
This is a spanking story, so we know right away that this was a STRICT family, but not excessively strict given the societal norms of 1950s small-town southern America. Like virtually all of their friends, both Jan and Bob grew up getting regular butt-warmings from their parents. The teens were aware that their mothers bottom also was not immune from a trip over their fathers lap, but, like their sex life, the parents kept that aspect of family life strictly to themselves, behind the master bedroom door. Again, given the times and the locale, none of this was seen as unusual. Although modesty prevailed in the home, Bob and Jan were normally present for each others spankings. In spite of the embarrassment, the parents felt that it was kinder for both kids to "share the lesson" so they would ultimately need fewer spankings. Since spankings were usually on the bare bottom, both children grew up knowing what each others bodies looked like and saw this as no big deal. As the children matured, and better learned how to live within the rules of the house, their spankings grew less and less frequent, but given the increasing responsibility that goes with increasing age, the possibility increased that the spankings they DID receive could be quite severe by todays standards. For this reason, the father gradually became the sole dispenser of corporal punishment for the house.
A rather unusual procedure gradually evolved in this home that effectively made the children directly responsible for their own behavior; when they broke a rule of the house, they were expected to go to their parents, confess, and request the appropriate punishment. Because there is a normal human tendency to delay punishment, there evolved a specific time for such confessions. It was 8 PM every day. It is not as if they held a family court; at 8 PM the miscreant simply found the father wherever he happened to be and asked for an appropriate punishment. If the "appropriate" punishment happened to be a spanking, it was invariably given in the middle of the living room, OTK, with the father seated on the traditional straight-back chair. Depending on the seriousness or repetition of the infraction, spankings were delivered with the hand, hairbrush, and on rare occasions for the most serious offenses, with a belt.
"Cheating" on this system was risky indeed. If one of the teens misbehaved and did not request punishment the next time the clock reached 8 PM, then the punishment was automatically increased to a hard strapping. Additionally, after a few days of healing, there would be a second, identical strapping for "not telling the truth". As it turned out, only Bob was ever careless enough to ever get caught testing this system; the resulting punishments, witnessed by Jan as per the usual family custom, were sufficient to convince both of the siblings that honesty was truly the best policy. In fact, they learned it was best to report the slightest, most theoretical infractions and throw themselves on the very reasonable, loving mercy of their parents so they could never be accused of attempting to avoid punishment.
Chapter 1: Jan
Strangely, this family culture of self-policing led to an unusual atmosphere of domestic tranquility. Arguments and parental commiseration were rarely necessary. Perhaps a specific example would help to explain how this is: At the end of her sophomore school year, Jan, the oldest child, was granted very limited group dating privileges coupled with a strict 10 PM curfew. Twice previously, she had lost track of time and returned home less than an hour late. The first time earned her a hand spanking (at 8 PM the next evening), but the second time resulted in a vigorous session with the hairbrush that all involved thought would be quite sufficient to calibrate her internal homing mechanism. Given her past performance, the parents were not altogether alarmed when she failed to return at 10 PM on her last outing of the summer. Sure enough, Jan appeared, flying through the door at 10:45 very upset with herself for again being late. In many families this would have resulted in an ugly scene, but these parents simply welcomed her with a hug, calmed her down, and then all went gratefully to bed.
The following day, without being told, Jan stayed home and contemplated her pending punishment. Mindful that the upcoming punishment was intended as much as a lesson for himself as for Jan, Bob stayed close all day so he could lend moral support to his older sister. The entire house seemed extra quiet, yet a supreme calm prevailed. Jan ate a light lunch, but did not show up for supper. At 8 PM, both parents were waiting expectantly in the living room when Jan tearfully entered the room with her brother solicitously at her elbow. She stood directly in front of her father and said "I am so sorry I broke my curfew last night, I have no excuse, will you please punish me?" (It should be said here that begging for mercy and offering vague excuses were specifically not allowed, one point of this procedure was to train the children to take responsibility for their actions) "What punishment do you expect?" the father asked mildly. She sobbed deeply and drew her hand from behind her back, showing him the belt folded in her hand. "I…I…I…think I need to be spanked real hard with this" she managed to choke out. "Yes" the father said, "that was my idea also, I love you very much but I think my job tonight is clear". "Put the spanking chair in place so I can give you a good warm up spanking and I guess you know how to arrange your clothing". Bob went for the chair, but father stopped him, "Im glad you want to help your sister, but this is Jans punishment". Mechanically, she went to the edge of the room, retrieved the waiting chair and placed it exactly in the center of the living room, facing the couch where her parents were seated. Mother jumped up, closed the windows and pulled the curtains, what was about to happen was only for the family to see and hear.
Father sat down in the chair and looked at Jan expectantly. Jan turned for her brother to unzip the back of her dress; she had to remind him to undo the little metal hook at the top. She reached down for the hem of her dress, pulled it up over her head, and handed it to her mother to fold up. (Her mother took the opportunity to ask her quietly if she needed to go to the bathroom, Jan blushed prettily and said that she had already thought of that.) Next, Jan unhooked and stepped out of her slip, which Mother also neatly folded. Mother and Bob took their places on the couch, scant feet from the spanking that was about to take place. Turning her back on her brother to preserve her modesty for a few more seconds, Jan reached for the thin elastic band at her tiny waist. The elastic strained briefly as it stretched past the swell of her thighs and buttocks. Bending over gracefully, she pushed the panties down to her bare ankles and stepped out of them, (inadvertently giving her flustered brother a close-up view that most of the local males would have happily crawled many miles in the hot sun to see). The panties lay forgotten in a tiny pink heap on the floor. In this familial setting, Jan did not seem compelled to cover her mound, her mind was apparently less involved with her modesty and more involved with what was about to happen to her bottom. Already barefoot and clad only in her training bra, a tearful Jan forced herself to look directly at her father, who patted his lap meaningfully. Making a sound that was a cross between a groan and a deep sob; Jan walked to her fathers right side and draped her nearly nude body over his lap, assuming the traditional position for her lesson in responsibility. "Tell us exactly why you are being punished" Father commanded. "Because I disobeyed you and Mom by being late, even though you have punished me twice before for doing the same thing and I promised to never do it again" she said, (a very satisfactory speech, delivered all in one breath, that she had obviously mentally rehearsed). "That is exactly right" Father said, "I am going to give you a very good warm-up spanking to get your bottom bright red and ready for the belt." He then proceeded with his customary pre-spanking speech; "You may make any noise you need to, but try not to fight me. Everyone in this room loves you very much, so lets do a real good job for you and get this unpleasant business over. Please accept this punishment, and learn from it so we never have to go through this again. Now I want you to keep your legs wide apart for this part of your punishment so I can reach everywhere you are supposed to get spanked. Hold on to the chair legs and dont let go!"
The spanking proceeded exactly according to script. Father first expertly reddened Jans perfectly-formed butt cheeks without missing the smallest spot.
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As usual, Jan resolved to lay still and take her punishment quietly; and as usual, she was not able to manage that feat for long. As the spanks gradually got harder and harder and the sting began to build to intolerable levels, her butt gradually started moving from side-to-side on it own volition in a futile, mindless attempt to avoid the spanks. Her initial silence gave way to sobs, which gave way to begging and improbable promises of future obedience, which gave way to pure incoherence. Her long legs easily reached the floor, and as she lost control her toes dug into the carpet and her feet did a dance that added a vertical dimension to the increasingly energetic movement of her bottom. This excessive bare-butt-wriggling caused both of the teen siblings physical pain; Jan because her father had to repeat spanks as he repeatedly missed some of the less-red spots and Bob because the view triggered a massive and unwelcome erection straining against his briefs and jeans. Bob flushed guiltily as he squirmed in pain, held prisoner by his own hormones. (30 years later, he would remember this as the moment he started down the road to becoming a spanko.) In spite of her resolution, Jans hands came off of the chair legs and moved back to defend her bottom. The left hand encountered her fathers torso and was not a factor, but her right hand almost made it to her bottom before her father deftly caught her wrist and gently trapped it in the small of her back. Two times, Jan managed to stop the spanking briefly when she bent her knees, covering her butt with her legs. Both times her father harshly ordered her back in position.
Finally, with Jans buttocks a satisfactorily even shade of bright red, Father turned his attentions down to her waiting legs and thighs. As he was planning on limiting the coming strapping to Jans buttocks, Father gave Jans legs, outer thighs, and inner thighs special attention. "Open your legs wider and keep them there!" he ordered as he spanked her inner thighs; she howled in protest. When her "warm up" spanking was finally over, her bottom was a bright red and her legs and thighs even more so, with the hint of a few future bruises. He finished the spanking by sliding her far out on his lap so he could a last few spanks on the area of her left thigh that had been protected by his waist.
He allowed the chastised girl up off of his lap, but would give her no time to dance or rub her bottom, thinking it kinder to get her punishment over quickly. He ordered her over the arm of an overstuffed chair for the balance of her punishment. Blubbering and stammering and weak-kneed, she stumbled into the proper position. Her mother came to hold her arms in place as Father picked up the belt and moved to her left side purposely. Father had announced no particular number of strokes because he was not terribly experienced with the belt and wanted to flexibility to simply do a good job. He started his job, raising his belt-wielding hand high. Five times the belt whistled down on her right buttock in an even, relentless tempo, five times the end curled around to make an angry mark on her right thigh and five times she wailed in protest. With firm pressure, Mother kept Jans torso in place on the chair, though her legs danced somewhat against the floor. Father moved to her left side and changed hands. Five times more the belt fell; these left-handed strokes painted marks on her left cheek that were not quite as neatly placed as the five on the right, but otherwise satisfactory. Her wails morphed into shrieks. Again he moved to the left side and placed five more strokes, significantly harder than the previous strokes, but this time landing evenly across both mounds. Jan reacted with even greater vigor to the whistling, snapping belt, but Mother managed to hold her in place. After waiting a moment for her movements to decrease, Father again changed sides and delivered five more strokes, again aimed to fall across both buttocks, but trending significantly lower on her rump than the previous five; she roared and bucked all five times.
Now Father turned around and backed up beside Jan so that he was looking straight down at her stripped butt and her nervously-prancing feet. After a dramatic pause, he brought the belt straight down in a vertical stroke intended to cut across all of the other belt marks on the fullest part of her right ass cheek. Jan must have flinched to the right, because rather than landing on the center of her cheek as planned, the belt landed directly on the center of her butt-crack, with the tip curling up into a private region that neither parent would purposely target. Sorry for this accident, Father would have ended the strapping then and there, (he was nearly done anyhow) but Jan roared with pain and managed to break loose from her mothers hold. She stood in front of the chair dancing, rubbing, and howling. Not wanting to allow Jan to end her punishment by getting out of position, both parents insisted that Jan bend back over the chair and she was given one more vertical welt on each buttock as a more fitting end to her strapping.
After a moment, a much smarter and very well-chastised girl was allowed up off of the chair and on to her feet. She threw herself into in fathers arms sobbing and blubbering incoherent apologies. Unmindful of her state of undress, her father held her tight and long with Mother joining the hug and Bob hovering protectively at his sisters shoulder. Mother led the still-undressed girl to her bedroom, forgetting her clothing.
Although this whole process had seemed to the family to take forever, by 8:30 a thoroughly-spanked Jan was lying on her bed gently sobbing into her pillow while her parents applied an icepack and then lotion to her well-chastised bottom. (Meanwhile; Bob was in his bathroom, furtively risking repetitive-motion injury. In his hormone-fueled fantasy, his sisters twitching, bucking red bottom had somehow ended up on his girlfriend, Cindys body) For perhaps the last time in her life, Jans parents tucked her into bed, kissed her goodnight, and turned out the lights as if she were still their little girl.
Life quickly returned to normal in the household. The following morning, a Sunday, Jan ate breakfast with her family as usual. Jan was moving somewhat stiffly, and sitting down very carefully, but otherwise all was fine. No matter how severe the punishment, when it was over, it was truly over and there seemed to be no residual hard feelings. If anything, the days after a spanking seemed to foster a climate of relief and renewed family tranquility.
Monday morning brought the start of the new school year. Jan excitedly took her place in the junior class, and Bob enrolled in the same high school as a freshman. For the first week of class, Jan was reminded of her painful lesson every time she sat in one of the hard school desks. She was especially glad that she did not have gym that semester, because everyone would have known that she had been recently spanked. Over the following two weeks, her pain and the belt-marks gradually faded, but the lesson did not; Jan was known for her punctuality for the rest of her life.
Chapter 2: Bob
It was nearly six weeks before one of the two siblings again had to seek out Father at 8 PM, and this time the culprit was Bob. That particular day, Bob slinked quietly home from school over an hour late. He had no doubt that his butt was in serious trouble. He shared his predicament with his sister, making sure that she was expecting no friends over that evening, but otherwise kept to himself until supper time. At supper, Mother noticed that something was clearly bothering Bob but she did not ask, correctly guessing that it was an "8 PM thing". After supper, Bob retired to his room and nervously watched the clock; simultaneously willing the clock to stop while also wishing the clock would "hurry up and get it over with".
At 7:58, Bob took a deep breath and, heart beating madly inside his chest, went to seek his father. Not finding him in the living room, he made a quick pass through the house and finally noticed a light in the garage. Sure enough, he found his dad out there in the process of painting a piece of furniture. Tears welled up in his eyes as he waited for his father to notice him. The father finally glanced up at his son; one look at his sons wet cheeks left no doubt what was coming. "I think you need to spank me dad" the boy managed to croak, handing him a form from the school Principal. "I am sure that can be arranged" the father said, "Before I read this form perhaps you had better tell me more". "I…I…I got detention at school" the boy said. The father carefully folded the form unread and set it aside, "keep talking" he commanded as he continued painting. Bob told him the entire story, finally trailing to a lame ending. Father continued painting, obviously deep in thought. Finally he spoke: "I have about five minutes of work before I finish this coat of paint. I want you to get Jan and your mother and set up the chair in the living room, I will be in as soon as I can".
Sobbing, ashamed, and understandably dreading his imminent lesson, Bob stumbled into the house, and found his mother and sister finishing the dishes in the kitchen. "We all need to go into the living room" he choked out. Understanding immediately, Mother gave him a long hug, wiped the tears from his eyes, and followed him to the living room with Jan bringing up the rear. Bob went directly to the open windows in the living room. Looking out, he could see directly into the living room of the house across the street, which happened to be the home of his girlfriend, Cindy. He did not want anybody outside his family to see him getting his bare butt spanked (least of all Cindy), and he particularly did
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not want anyone outside to hear him bawling like a toddler; which is exactly what he was afraid would be happening in a few minutes. Bob carefully closed the living room windows and pulled the curtains tight. Then he picked up the dreaded straight-back chair and placed it exactly in the center of the living room facing the couch where his mother and sister were uncomfortably sitting.
Mother never did bother to ask what this was all about, perhaps Jan had already clued her in; in any case, she would find out in a few moments. Seeing Bob standing there awkwardly waiting for his father to appear, she took the opportunity to ask the motherly, embarrassing "bathroom" question. Bob was startled to realize that he urgently needed to pee. He quickly disappeared into the bath that was only five steps away in the hallway. Emerging moments later, he found that his father still hadnt appeared. After fidgeting for a few more moments, he decided to do something useful and kicked off his shoes. After a little more thought and a shrug, he loosened his belt, unbuttoned, unzipped, and pealed off his jeans. When his father finally walked into the room, smelling strongly of turpentine, Bob was standing uneasily, dressed only in white briefs, socks, and T-shirt, fretfully awaiting his fate. Without a word, dad sat down in the straight-backed chair with that damning form from the Principal in his hand.
"OK, tell us your entire story" Father said. Bob did, trying to leave nothing out. He had been involved in an altercation in the schoolyard. It had not come to blows, but the jerk had hit Bobs hot-button by insulting his girlfriend Cindy. When the assistant principal had happened by, Bob was seen and heard busily yelling obscenities at an innocent-looking fellow student.
There was a long silence.
Finally, Father uttered the dreaded words, "what should your punishment be?" Bobs knees literally knocked together as he answered, "Uh…the hairbrush sir?"
Another long silence; incredibly, Bob felt like he could pee again.
"I was kind of thinking about the belt" Father finally said thoughtfully. (Since neither of the kids had ever gotten detention before, there was no established punishment. The belt was exactly the punishment that Bob was afraid of; he considered it to be far worse than the hairbrush.) Immediately, Bob felt a painful cramping in his gut and he had to clamp his buttocks tight to keep from having the ultimate embarrassing accident right there in front of his entire family; Father had just brought up exactly the subject that Bob had been worried about all afternoon, Bob was terribly frightened that he was going to get the belt! Fortunately, having thought about this beforehand, Bob now desperately delivered a defense that he had been working on for the last two hours just in case; "but you always save the belt for when we do something bad more than once, except for lying, and I am telling you the exact truth." Bob saw his mother nod at his father and he knew that, against the odds, he had scored. "OK, you get the hairbrush," Father said, "How hard should your spanking be on a scale of one to ten?" This was not an idle question; Bob was expecting it, it required a reasoned answer, and the only logical answer would condemn his bottom to a very serious spanking. His intestines cramped again, new tears appeared, and he spoke through a sniffle; "A t-t-ten sir, I have no excuse for using bad words in school". (Any other answer would have required some facts in his defense and there were none.) "I agree" Father said, "you may go get the hairbrush; you know where to find it."
"D-d-dad?" "Yes son?" father asked kindly. Can…can I go to the bathroom first?" "But you just went" Mother pointed out. (Mothers keep track of these things.) "Its the OTHER now, I gotta go bad!" Bob said desperately. "OK" Father decided, "Just do what you must do very quickly and then bring the hairbrush so we can get this business over with." "Yes sir" Bob said over his shoulder, hurrying to the bathroom with that special walk that convinced the adults that Bob was not simply delaying his spanking.
While Bob was sitting on the pot "doing his business" and trying to decide if he should simply kick his underpants off while they were down or pull them back up for the walk back into the living room, his parents took the opportunity to discuss the situation for the first time. After a quick conversation, being especially careful what they said because Jan could hear every word, they decided to make a slight one-time alteration in the familys punishment routine. Mother and Jan changed places on the couch so that Jan was on her mothers left; leaving the field clear for the job Mother had just been given; the temporary conversion of a swelled-head teenage boy into a bawling, mommy-spanked child. Meanwhile, modesty won out and Bob decided it best to emerge from the bathroom with his underpants properly in place, it just did not seem right to run around the house bare bottom. He completed his "business", replaced his briefs, fetched the "special" hairbrush from his parents bedroom and returned to the living room, offering the feared tool to his father.
"Bobbie" Father started (deliberately switching to the long-unused diminutive form of Bobs name), "your mother and I have started to see a disturbing change in your attitude since you started high school and we want to remind you that you will still be our child for several years to come; lots of exciting things are going to happen to you over the next few years, but your mother and I will remain your parents." "To remind you of your mothers authority, I have asked her to give you your warm-up spanking before I spank your bare bottom with this hairbrush." "Go to your mother, apologize to her for getting in trouble at school, and ask her for a very good warm-up spanking." Wordlessly, Bob nodded and padded over to his mother.
As ordered, Bob apologized and requested his spanking. At first, this change in procedure seemed like a good deal to Bob because he assumed that his mother could not spank as hard as his father. He was soon to discover that his mother could do just fine! Just as he was wondering if his mother was going to make him take his underpants off or simply allow him to lower them, he got a bit of a surprise; she reached out and whisked them down herself. He stared dumbly at her, his briefs puddled around his ankles. She sat back and regarded her boy, purposely letting him squirm. His T-shirt hung entirely too low for the business at hand, covering most of his butt and virtually all of his rapidly-blooming pubic hair; but it did not hang so low as to hide the fact that her little boy was rapidly becoming a man; the undisputable evidence was hanging right in front of her face! "Raise your arms" she ordered. She had to stand to complete the job, but she grabbed the hem of his shirt and whisked it over his head and arms. Bobby was standing naked except for his socks; undressed by his mommy for the first time in several years.
She left him waiting nervously for several moments while she looked him up and down, trying to hide her motherly pride in a purposeful frown. Football drill was already sculpting his young body, adding muscle to his shoulders and subtracting baby fat at his abdomen. He squirmed…waiting for the inevitable. Watching from the rear, Bobbies father noted that the tan lines caused from the combination of Bobbies gym shorts and the hours of sunny football practice sun caused his buttocks to look paper white. They would not stay that way for long!
Finally Mother patted her lap, and the boy almost gratefully shook the briefs off of his ankles and assumed the traditional position. He was on a bit of an angle, his feet on the floor but his torso on the couch, head pillowed next to his sister. Instinctively, Jan held her brothers hands, seeking mutual comfort. Without further delay, the spanking started.
To Bobbys surprise and consternation, Mother did not start out in the usual slowly-increasing pattern of a warm-up spanking. Rather, she began with several resoundingly hard swats right to the meatiest part of Bobbys right buttock, leaving an overlapping pattern of red hand prints. Bobby had no chance to demonstrate his manliness by remaining stoic for his warm-up spanking; he was instantly crying and begging for respite, his pale, bare bottom frantically moving up, down, and sideways in a futile attempt to dodge the spanks. He started to reach back to shield his tush, but his sister did him the tremendous kindness of holding his hands in a grip of steel so the spanking could continue more quickly to its conclusion. His ineffectual kicking gradually became a leg curl which his mother countered by throwing a leg over his calves. Mother did not spank with the precision of Father; Bobby never knew where the next blow was going to fall. Bobby would be remembering this "warm-up" for a long time to come!
When Bobbys bottom had finally attained a proper, even, shade of bright red, Mother paused for a moment to release his legs, uncovering virgin, spankable flesh that had been shielded by her leg and then resumed her parental duty with a new vigor. Bobbys movements and vocalizations achieved a new fervor as Mother peppered his tender leg-skin with painful spanks. After just a minute or two of diligent work, this new area exactly matched the shade of his buttocks.
The spanking stopped, it took Bobby a full minute to notice, and then another 30 seconds before he looked tearfully back at his mother to see what was next. Open your legs so I can properly spank your thighs" she
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ordered sternly. Bobby started to blubber and beg; "You know better than that Bobby", she said sternly, "Open them now"! Reluctantly, Bobbys legs opened. "Wider!" Whimpering, Bobby finally spread his legs enough to placate his mother, one up against the back of the couch and the other dangling down to the floor. Unbelievable pain erupted in his inner thighs as Mother gave them her full attention, spanking fast and hard. Bobby howled, but managed to hold his position long enough for his mother to finish this especially painful part of his punishment. The spanking slowed down as Mother closely inspected her work and added the odd "touch up" spank. Finally, Mother decided that her portion of Bobbys punishment was complete. After giving Bobby a few moments to calm down, she allowed him up. As soon as Jan released Bobbys hands, they flew down to his scorched bottom; Mother caught them and reminded him that his punishment was only half over. This brought a fresh torrent of tears. She rose from the couch and led the sobbing, mama-spanked boy to his father for the next part of his punishment.
Father positioned the boy, still naked except for his socks, directly in front of him and pinioned him there with his gaze and his silence. Finally he spoke; "tell us all why you are being punished" he commanded. "Because I broke the rules at school by saying curse words and got detention" Bobbie said shakily. "Yes, that is right" Father said, "and I want you to keep that in mind while you are over my lap"; "tell us what is going to happen now". Again Bobbie responded correctly, though the words were filtered through fresh tears; "I am going to get a hard spanking on my bare bottom with the hairbrush". "Correct again" Father said, "you will be feeling a little bit of this spanking every time you sit down for the next week or two; every time that happens, I want you to remember this lesson so you never forget it for the rest of your life". Fathers voice suddenly got gentle and somewhat choked; "you know we love you and we feel that you really need this lesson?" Bobby nodded tearfully and then, at his fathers signal, obediently draped himself over the parental lap, his beet-red butt cheeks poised for the painful continuation of his lesson on proper behavior.
Father turned to Jan, gently complemented her on being kind enough to hold her brothers hands during his first spanking and asked her if she would please come over and help Bobby again. Jan got up, walked the two steps over to her softly-sobbing brother, sat down on the floor and took his hands in a comforting, yet very firm, grip; a job that her mother had always done before. Bobby felt his father lean forward and pick the hairbrush up from the floor; he knew he would not have long to wait before that instrument would add a further color change to his butt flesh. Father threw one leg over Bobbys legs, and placed his left arm firmly around Bobbys bare waist. Held in place by both his sister and his father, Bobby squirmed uneasily, his bare butt totally helpless and fully exposed to the impending fall of the waiting hairbrush.
The spanking started without further ceremony, with Father spanking hard, demonstrating his usual precision, unrelenting cadence and
maddeningly-predictable pattern. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! The hairbrush landed three times in exactly the same place, the top of Bobbys left buttock. After a short, measured, pause Father moved down exactly one-half of the width of the brush and applied three more. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! There was never any question of stoicism, Bobby lost control immediately, bawling, squalling, begging, hiccupping; none of which had the slightest effect on the mechanical-like movement of that hairbrush. In spite of the tightly closed-windows, a pedestrian on the sidewalk outside could not have helped but to hear the piercing collision of hard plastic with firm, young, butt flesh and the resulting strident, mostly-incoherent vocalizations from the owner of that particular bottom. Under the loving but firm restraint of his father and sister, Bobby was unable to move enough to avoid any spanks or even spoil his fathers precise aim; the most movement that he was able to muster was a twisting of his torso and (naturally) a distinct bouncing motion of his butt as the hairbrush did its efficient work.
Fathers spanking technique seemed to multiply the effects of what was already a very hard spanking. There was never any doubt where the next blow was going to fall; the inevitability of the timing and the location each spank was maddening to Bobby; exactly the effect his father intended. Father worked his way all the way down the left side of Bobbys twitching bottom, well past the line of demarcation where buttock becomes leg. Finally, the brush crossed over to the right leg and then began working unhurriedly up the right side. The computer-like cadence of the hairbrush did not vary until the final set of three spanks was delivered at the tip-top of Bobbys right tush cheek; then the spanking was suddenly over. Fathers technique, that big "U" that started at the top of Bobbies left buttock, down to the thighs, across, and back up to the top of the right butt cheek, had caused every square inch of Bobbys backside to receive exactly six blows with the hairbrush, converting a merely bright red bottom to a considerably marked bottom. Because of Bobbys helpless situation, the entire job had taken well less than five minutes. Father inspected his work closely and leisurely, found it flawless, and signaled to Jan to release her anguished brothers hands. Back on his feet, Bobbys hands were finally allowed to shoot back to his bottom and he was allowed a brief spanked-brat dance as he continued to squall and hold his pained bottom, oblivious to his state of undress. Father, Mother and Jan gently formed a circle around the stricken boy to offer their love and to calm him with a long collective hug and murmured words of assurance and love.
As they had done weeks before with Jan, the parents led the still-weeping bare-bottomed boy to his bedroom for first-aid to his bottom and to be gratefully and lovingly tucked into bed, still naked, belly-down, and covered only with a light sheet. Indeed, Bobby had learned a lesson for life, exactly as his parents had intended. The parents then returned to the living room to erase the scene, opening windows and curtains to the cool night air, replacing the straight-backed chair, picking up underpants and other clothing, and returning the hairbrush to its place of honor on their dresser.
Epilogue
The next few days were not as bad for Bob as they could have been. The other boys on the football team could not help but notice Bobs marked bottom. Even if his bare-red bottom had somehow been missed in their communal shower and locker room, his marks continued well below his gym shorts and were there for all to see. But in these times a bruised bottom was not an unusual sight, especially among this group of high-spirited testosterone-charged young men. Any of them could end up with a similar sore bottom from their parents, from the school Principal, or from the often-busy paddle in the coachs office.
Cindy, Bobs girlfriend, was also no problem. Bob told her the day after his punishment the unlikely story that he had "really got it" but that it really hadnt hurt him that much. He fervently hoped that she hadnt heard him squalling all the way across the street! If she had, she was nice enough to never mention it, but that did not stop her from asking several probing questions and offering her own spanking experiences which were not totally unlike Bobs. Bob found this strangely exciting, as did Cindy. Cindy suggested that she would like to see the marks on Bobs bottom, but Bob had an unpleasant idea of what might result the following evening at 8 PM, and decided that his bottom was not yet ready for another parental "lesson". Although sorely tempted by her invitation; he kept his pants tightly fastened around his waist.
Just as his parents intended, Bob had very good reason to remember his recent spanking every time he sat down for the next several days. Healthy young specimen that he was, his pain started fading after only a week, the marks similarly fading after another week.
Bob had learned a lesson for life, never again spouting profanity in an inappropriate place. Bobs attitude also improved, although he did still need the occasional parental reminder to bring him back to earth after his football successes.
Jan and Bob still had about four years each of occasional parental spankings ahead of them. Jan was subject to them for longer than her younger brother because she decided to go through college and thus, remained dependent on her parents and subject to their discipline. For her college years Jans 8 PM routine had to be modified somewhat; when her parents received a phone call at exactly 8 PM, they knew that she was calling about an "8 PM thing", such as a breach of school rules, or perhaps a bad grade. If a spanking was in order, then Jan came home for the weekend and for her 8 PM Saturday-night spanking. The hardest phone call for the parents to receive was in Jans senior year when she tearfully and haltingly called to confess a sexual indiscretion. The following Saturday night, Jan, although legally and physically and adult, insisted that her parents not hold back on her punishment. She need not have worried! The belt was retired after that night, but not until after a strenuous session where it thoroughly brightened Jans bottom one last time. Shortly after her college graduation, Jan was wed to a fellow graduate. They lived a good life in a nearby town in a nice home; the bedroom of which occasiona
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lly resounded with the sounds of a punishment spanking vigorously but lovingly applied to the young brides bare bottom by her husband.
Bob finished high school, moved out into the job force and quickly ended up married to Cindy, the girl across the street. Well before their nuptials, there had been several red bottoms, both his and hers, that had led to several thoroughly satisfying lovemaking sessions. Everyone said that theirs was a match "made in heaven"; few realized that it was actually spanko heaven.
Copyright (c) Guy Spencer 2003
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在家里，Bob和Jan每晚八点都必须汇报自己的过失，手、发刷和皮带都可能会给他们的光屁股上一课。撒谎会受到两下很重的鞭打。姐弟两个人每个人首发的时候，另一个人都会在场。
序言
他们是美国一个美丽小镇上美丽社区和谐友爱的一家人，父亲是50年代在这个弗吉尼亚州小镇上远近闻名的受尊敬的运动员，母亲节受过大学教育，但是像当时大多数女人那样，选择成为一名家庭主妇。他们的孩子，Bob和Jan，聪明，活泼，适应性强，同时也很正常。Bob希望在未来成为当地一家高中的足球传奇，然后去过低调的生活。Jan希望和她的母亲一样，上大学，而后拥有一段美好的婚姻。
这是一个打屁股的故事，所以我们能立刻猜到这是一个家教森严的家庭，但是在50年代那个美国南部的小镇上算不上过度眼里。事实上，像他们所有的朋友一样，Jan和Bob都是在经常被父母打屁股的环境下长大的。两个少年知道，他们母亲的屁股也时常会出现在父亲的膝盖上，但是，就像他们的房事那样，父母对家庭生活的这一部分缄口不言，这些都发生在主卧室的门内。考虑到所处的时代和地域，这些都是看起来很正常的事情。虽然面子在那个时候在家庭中已经是一件不得不考虑的事情，但是Bob和Jan被打屁股的时候，对方都会在场。尽管很尴尬，但是父母认为，对于两个孩子来说，能够分享他们上的“课”对他们更好，能够最终让他们少被打屁股。因为打屁股的对象是屁股，两个孩子都是看着对方的身子长大的，并且不把这看做是什么大事。随着孩子们的成熟和学会如何在家中遵守规矩，他们被打屁股的频率越来越低，但是，年龄越大，需要承担的责任就越大，这又增加了他们被打屁股的可能性。于今天相比，他们挨打的程度重的多。处于这个原因，父亲逐渐成为家中正是惩罚的唯一执行者。
一个更加不平常的程序逐渐在家庭中行成，有效的使孩子直接对他们的行为负责。当他们打破一条规矩以后，应当向他们的父母坦白，并且请求适当的惩罚。因为试图拖延惩罚是人来说是很正常的，这样的坦白逐步演化成为一个特殊的时间，那就是每天晚上八点钟。这并不像召开的一个家庭法庭。晚上八点钟，犯错的人找到父亲，并且要求适当的惩罚。如果适当的惩罚是打屁股，那么一定是在客厅里，父亲坐在传统的直背椅子上，孩子趴在父亲的腿上的打屁股。按照犯错的严重程度和犯错的次数，要么用手，要么用发刷，对于极少数极其严重的错误，抽打在屁股上的将是皮带。
欺骗在惩罚系统里是很危险的，如果孩子犯了错但却没有在时钟到达晚上八点的时候要求得到惩罚，那么，应得的惩罚就自动升级成为严厉的鞭打。另外，在恢复几天后，会有又一次，和第一次相同的鞭打，这次是因为没有说实话。事实上，只有Bob曾经尝试挑战这个系统，结果就是像家里的传统一样，Jan见证了整个惩罚过程，惩罚足够使两个孩子信服诚实是最好的做法。事实上，他们都学会了汇报自己最轻的过失，并且获取父母合理的爱的怜悯，这样能使他们逃脱试图躲避惩罚的追究。
第一章：Jan
令人奇怪的是，这个家庭自我管束的文化使得家中的气氛不同寻常的宁静，争吵和怜悯很少在家里发生。也许一个特例可以解释为什么会是这个样子：Jan，作为家中最大的孩子，在大二快要结束的时候被给予了限制很少的约会特权，但是必须在晚上十点前回家。前两次，她都没有控制好时间，晚回家了大约一个小时。第一次她在第二天晚八点被父亲用手打屁股，第二次她得到了发刷的有利的惩罚，足够使她改正她的坏毛病。考虑到她过去的表现，上次夏天她回家晚于十点的时候，父母没有再一起警告她。Jan在十点四十五的时候悄悄溜进家中，心中惶恐不安。在很多家庭中，这经常会导致十分尴尬的画面，但是这次她的父母却是简单的用一个拥抱欢迎她，让她镇定下来，感激的上床睡觉。
第二天，Jan自觉地待在家中，设想她即将到来的惩罚。Bob留意到这也会是对自己的一课，因此他整日都呆在家中，以便对姐姐提供帮助。整个房子看起来格外的安静，死一般的沉静。Jan吃了一点晚餐，但是午饭一点也没吃。到了晚上八点，当Jan泪流满面的由她的弟弟搀扶进客厅的时候，父亲母亲早已等在了那里。Jan直面父亲说，“我很抱歉昨晚我打破了自己的禁足令，我没有什么好辩解的，请您处罚我吧。”（这里必须说明的一点是祈求怜悯或者是提供含混不清的借口是不允许的，其中一个理由就是训练孩子们为自己的行为负责）。“你希望被怎样处罚呢？”父亲温和地说。Jan低声啜泣，垂下了她背在背后的双手，露出了手中折叠的皮带。“我…我…我…我想我需要您用这皮带重重的打我的屁股”，Jan极力控制着不啜泣。“是的”，父亲说，“我也是这么想的，我非常爱你，但我想我今晚的任务很明确。把打屁股专用的椅子拿出来，我要给你一个打屁股热身，我想你知道你的衣服该怎么处理吧？”Bob去拿那把椅子，被父亲叫住，“我很高兴你想要帮助你的姐姐，但这是她的惩罚”。Jan呆板的走到房间的角落，拿起那把椅子，将它放置在了客厅的正中央，面对着父母在座的沙发。母亲起身，关上窗户并拉上了窗帘，将要发生的事是只有这个这个家庭的成员才应该看到和听到的。
父亲坐在椅子上，期待得看这Jan。Jan找她的弟弟帮忙拉开她裙子后背的拉链，提醒他解开上面的金属钩子。她手向下抓住她的裙摆，将裙子拉过头顶脱下，交给母亲叠好（母亲抓住机会快速地问Jan需不需要去厕所，Jan满脸通红，说她已经考虑过这个问题了）。接着，Jan解开并脱下了自己的衬裙，母亲帮助她把衬裙折叠好。母亲和Bob坐在沙发上，等待着即将到来的打屁股惩罚。背对着她的弟弟保持了面子几秒后，Jan抓住了在她的细腰上的有弹性的小内裤，内裤在滑下她的臀部和大腿后立马收紧。Jan优雅的弯下腰将内裤拉下到她赤裸的脚踝，并从内裤中走了出来（并没有注意到这给了她不安的弟弟一个机会看到了大部分当地男性都愿意在暴晒的阳光下趴着看的部位）。粉色的小内裤堆成一堆，被忘却在地板上。在这个熟悉的场景，Jan并没有强迫去遮住她小腹下的凸起，她的注意力显然是更加集中在她即将遭殃的屁股上。浑身上下只穿了一件运动胸罩的Jan强迫自己看着父亲，父亲拍了拍腿示意她。Jan边叹息啜泣边走向父亲的右边，将她几乎一丝不挂的身体趴到了父亲的大腿上，摆好父亲经常教给她承担责任的课的姿势。“准确地告诉我们你为什么受到惩罚”，父亲命令道。“因为即使您之前两次因为相同的事情惩罚过我，我也保证再也不犯这样的错误，但我还是没有遵守您和妈妈的话，回家晚了”，Jan说道（一个非常令人满意的回答，一气呵成，很明显再说之前她已经想好了该怎样回答）。“完全正确”，父亲说，“首先我将会给你一个打屁股热身，让你的屁股变成亮红色，为皮带做好准备”。然后父亲又开始了每次打屁股之前都要讲的话，“你可以随意地喊叫，但是不要妄想反抗我，这间屋子里的每个人都很爱你，所以让我们出色的完成这项工作，结束这段不愉快的经历。请接收这次惩罚，并从中学到东西，下次不要再犯。现在我希望将腿分开，一遍我能够接触到你需要挨打的每一个地方，抓住椅子的腿，不要松开！”
这次打屁股按照每次都相同的剧本准确地进行着，父亲首先熟练地将Jan长的完美的两半屁股打红，没有漏下任何一个地方。和往常一样，Jan决心静静的趴着，安静地接受她的惩罚，同样像往常一样，Jan没有办法长久的忍受打屁股所带来的痛。随着挨打的力度逐渐加大，刺痛开始触及她的容忍极限。她的屁股开始依照自己的意愿，从一边挪向另一边，但试图躲避抽打都是无用的。她开始的沉默变成了啜泣，进而变成了祈求和对未来听话的不现实的保证，进而变的完全的语无伦次。她的长腿能够轻易地触及地面，当她失去控制以后，她将脚趾在地毯上翻动，脚在地毯上舞动，这又为她的屁股增加了垂直方向上的运动。Jan光屁股的多余的蠕动引起了两个孩子身体上的痛苦。Jan是因为她的父亲重复的击打着她屁股上那些不是很红的地方，Bob是因为她姐姐屁股扭动的画面使他勃起了，他的阴茎紧紧的顶在了他的三角裤和牛仔裤上。Bob因为愧疚而满脸通红，受到他自己荷尔蒙的影响，他的身体也在难受的扭动着（30年后，他能够回想起那一刻，他成为了一个打屁股爱好者）。尽管之前下过决心，Jan的手还是松开了椅腿，申来保护她的屁股，她的左手碰到了父亲的躯干，但是丝毫没有作用，她的右手几乎触碰到了自己的屁股，但是却被父亲抓住手腕，反扣在了她的手背上，又两次，Jan试图玩过双腿盖住屁股从而停止挨打，但每次都被父亲严厉的要求保持之前的姿势。
最后，当Jan的屁股都被均匀地红晕所覆盖后，父亲将他的注意力转向了她的腿和大腿内侧。父亲给了Jan的这些部位特殊的关照。“把你的腿分的更开些，保持住”。他命令道，并开始打她的大腿内侧。Jan边叫边抗议。当她的打屁股热身最终结束的时候，她的屁股是鲜红色的，她的腿和大腿也是一样，甚至更加红，暗示出将来会有一些瘀伤出现。父亲将Jan向外推了推，以便能让最后的几下击打落在被自己的腰挡住的Jan的左侧大腿上。
父亲让这个受惩罚的女孩从自己的大腿上起身，但是没有给她揉屁股或者“跳舞”的时间。他认为尽快将她的惩罚结束会更好些。父亲命令她趴在加了软垫的一把椅子的扶手上，以支撑她的身体。Jan哭泣着，结结巴巴地说着，双腿无力的蹒跚的走到椅子前，摆好了正确的姿势。她的母亲走过来抓住了她的胳膊，父亲拿起皮带，走到了她的左边。父亲并没有说抽打的次数，因为他从来没有使用过皮带来打孩子们的屁股，想要灵活地掌握。父亲开始了，用手将皮带居高。皮带五次均匀而又无情的抽打在了她的右屁股蛋上，发出嗖嗖的响声，五次都在她的右侧屁股和大腿的交界处留下了檩子，她哭着抗议了五次。母亲用力将Jan的躯干在椅子上保持原位，但是她的腿却在地板上舞动。父亲又走到了Jan的左边，换了只手。皮带的声音又响了五下这五下左手施加的抽打在Jan的左屁股蛋上留下了五道印记，但是却没有在右屁股蛋上留下的印记那样分布均匀，不过还算令人满意。Jan的哭泣变成了尖叫。父亲又一次来到了她的左边，照着Jan的屁股又抽打了五下，比之前的五下重的多，但这次皮带均匀地落在了Jan的两个臀峰上。Jan发出了比之前更强烈的尖叫，但是母亲一直将她按在原地。在等候Jan的反应减弱一些以后，父亲又换到了Jan的另外一边，向Jan的屁股蛋上又抽打了五下，这次同样，两瓣屁股都受到了皮带的鞭打，但是却明显的向着比前五次低的屁股下方抽去。每一次抽打，Jan都激烈的反抗并大叫着。
现在父亲转过身来，背下身去，以便能够看清Jan伤痕累累的屁股和乱踢腾的脚。停下了很长时间后，父亲将皮带垂直的抽了下去，想要接触到Jan右边屁股蛋上所有的皮带印痕。Jan一定是被这一下吓到了，因为皮带没有像预期的那样落在屁股蛋的中央，而是落在了Jan屁股沟的中心，皮带的尖端打到了父母都不希望的隐私部位。父亲为这次事故感到自责，停下了（事实上他也已经接近结束这次惩罚）。但是Jan因为疼痛一直叫喊着，并试图挣脱母亲的控制。她站在椅子前到处乱跳，双手揉搓着屁股，，同时大哭着。父亲母亲都不希望Jan没有保持体罚姿势而结束这次惩罚，他们坚持Jan趴回到椅子上。Jan的两个屁股蛋上分别多了一道垂直的檩子，这样看起来更加适合她的体罚。
过了一会，一个更加听话的被惩罚了的女孩被允许从椅子上下来站起身来，他哭着扑进父亲的怀抱，口齿不清地说着一些道歉的话。并不介意她没有穿衣服，父亲紧紧的搂住她，母亲也加入了他们的拥抱中，Bob用手拍着Jan的肩膀安慰着他的姐姐。母亲将仍然没穿衣服的Jan领回到了她的卧室,Jan的衣服留在了客厅。
虽然整个过程对于择个家庭来说看似一直在发生，八点半的时候，一个屁股被痛打的Jan趴在床上，脸扎在枕头里啜泣着，父亲母亲用冰袋给Jan的屁股冷敷，然后给她的屁股上涂上了药膏（与此同时，Bob在他的卫生间里，悄悄地对自己的下体做着重复的动作。在他荷尔蒙驱动的性幻想中，有他姐姐屁股在父亲腿上的扭动，红彤彤的屁股，最后，结束在他的女朋友Cindy的身体上）。也许这是Jan生命中的最后一次，他的父亲母亲为她盖好位子，亲吻她，为她关上房间的灯，就好像她还是一个小女孩一样。
家庭生活很快恢复了往日的平静。第二天早上，一个星期天，Jan像往常一样和她的家人吃早餐。Jan的行动多少有些僵硬，坐下的时候也格外的小心。但是其他方面都很好。无论惩罚多么重，当它结束的时候，那就是真正的结束，不会有任何当时的感觉留下。如果有的话，那就是一次打屁股过后的几天都看起来是家中新的宁静和宽慰的气氛形成的过程。
星期一的早晨，新的学年开始了，Jan兴奋地开始了大三的生活，Bob进入高中，成为了一名高中生。开学的第一周，每当Jan坐在学校的硬木椅子上的时候，疼痛的屁股都会让她想起她痛苦的教训。Jan很高兴她这个学期没有体育课，否则每个人都会知道她最近被父亲打屁股了。在接下来的两个星期中，疼痛和皮带在屁股上留下的痕迹逐渐消退，但是Jan得到的教训却留了下来，Jan在以后的生活中变成了一个非常守时的人。
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