BDSM Library - Learning

Chapter One: Smoking Is Bad For You (Steffi)

(M/f, spanking, nc, teen)

Steffi had spent the whole afternoon confined to her bedroom. She was really bored. She was also nervous. She thought about the conversation she'd had with Mom when she came home from school. How could I have been so stupid? she thought to herself, going over the scene in her mind for the hundredth time.

As soon as she got home from school, she heard her mother's voice. Mom didn't sound happy.

"What the hell is this?" Mom had said, anger in her voice.

Steffi's eyes were riveted to the cigarette pack her mother was shoving in her face. How had she found it?? Steffi started to panic.

"That's not mine!" The denial had come out too quickly. "Somebody must have put it in my jacket when I wasn't looking!"

"Really." Her mother wasn't fooled. "Then how did you know I found them in your jacket, hmmm?"

Steffi had no answer to that. She knew she was busted.

So now she sat alone in her room. Daddy would be home soon, and then she'd find out what kind of punishment she would get. She hoped he didn't ground her again! She was looking forward to the boy's high school football game tonight, and next week too. Dejected, she knew she wouldn't be going. She'd probably be stuck at home for the next month for this!

Well, no sense just sitting here.She had been too unnerved when she'd been confronted with the evidence of her smoking and sent to her room that she hadn't had the energy to change out of her school uniform. A little more relaxed now, she got up and got undressed.

A tidy young girl, she carefully hung her gray, pleated skirt on its hanger and put it into her closet with the other two. It wasn't dirty, so she could wear it again on Monday. The white, long-sleeved autumn uniform blouse went into her laundry basket. She looked over her wardrobe to decide what to wear the rest of the day.

The weather hadn't turned cold yet, this early in September, and she probably wouldn't be going out today, so she decided she didn't need to dress warmly. She picked out her favorite pair of cutoff jeans. After adjusting her white bikini panties, she pulled the shorts on. She had made the shorts herself out of an old pair of jeans. They were now very short - cut to just below the lower curve of her bottom. In fact, they didn't even have 'legs' - only openings on either side of the crotch. Like she'd seen the older girls do, she had also cut the waistband off. So the button was gone, leaving only the zipper to hold them closed. Of course, her parents wouldn't allow her to wear them out of the house; they thought they weren't appropriate for a fourteen-year-old girl. They didn't go for Steffi's "But everyone wears them like this!" protests. She'd had to settle for just wearing them at home. Turning her back to her mirror, she looked over her shoulder, satisfied with the way the tight shorts hugged and shaped her pert little butt. Steffi topped off her outfit with a snug, white T-shirt.

Then she remembered that her father would be home soon. The fun of changing clothes fled from her mind, to be replaced with dejection.

"Steffani McAllister! Downstairs! Now!"

Resigned to getting lectured and grounded, Steffi sighed and trudged down the stairs to the living room, where her grim-faced parents waited. Her mother sat on the edge of the sofa, her dad in his recliner. Steffi put her best face on it. "Hi, Daddy!" she said, trying to smile, trying not to look at the accusing cigarette package on the coffee table.

"Haven't we warned you about the dangers of smoking?" Jacob McAllister's face showed nothing but calm seriousness as he got right to the point.

"Yeah." Steffi stared at the carpet.

"Your mother and I have noticed your attitude getting gradually worse the last few months. Until now, we've just chalked it up to growing pains that everyone your age goes through, and we've let it pass." Jacob paused to consider his words. "But now, smoking? That's not something that can be overlooked."

"I'm... I'm sorry, Daddy! I won't do it any more. I promise!" Steffi gave her dad her best puppy-dog look, a practiced technique that was usually successful in dulling his anger. It didn't work this time.

"I'm sure you won't. I'm going to punish you to make sure you remember that you're not supposed to smoke!"

"Please, Daddy, don't ground me again! I really want to go to the football game tonight! My friends are all expecting me!" Steffi tried another trick, sticking out her lower lip and trying to look pitiful.

With a small smile, Jacob replied, "Oh, you're free to go to the game. I'm not going to ground you."

Steffi looked up quickly. "You're not?"

"Nope. You can go to the game. If you still feel like it later, that is."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Steffi, you've been grounded plenty of times. It obviously hasn't taught you anything. No, I'm going to try something else." Jacob turned to his wife. "Gail?"

Steffi's mother pulled opened the drawer under the coffee table and, to Steffi's horror, took out the old paddle and laid it on the table.

"You-you're not really gonna sp-spank me, are you?" The girl's voice trembled when she spoke.

"I'm afraid so," Jacob replied.

"But you haven't spanked me since I was twelve!" Steffi protested, the pitch of her voice getting higher with each word. "I'm too old for a spanking!" She started nervously shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. She couldn't take her eyes off the paddle. They can't be serious!

"Come over here, Steffi, and lay over my knees." Jacob's voice was firm.

"Please, Daddy, don't" I'll be good! Please don't spank me!" She stood rooted to the spot.

"Do you want extra?" Jacob barked. "If you're not over here in three seconds, you'll get ten extra!"

"Nooooo!" Steffi protested. Afraid of getting it even worse, though, she quickly crossed to her father and laid across his lap. Immediately, she began to regret putting on the shorts. As she bent, she could feel them ride up. The air on her skin told her that the lower bit of her bottom was now exposed and vulnerable. The young teenager felt the heat in her face, blushing when she realized Daddy could see her bottom. She desperately wished she had changed into long pants instead! She squirmed on Daddy's lap. "Please, Daddy, I'll be good! I'll be good!"

"Just settle down and take it, Steffi. The sooner we get this started, the sooner it will be over with." Jacob reached out and accepted the paddle from his wife. "Gail, how many cigarettes are left in that package?"

Gail opened the little box and counted. "There are eight here."

Jacob announced, "That means you've smoked twelve, Steffani. I think three swats per cigarette is a reasonable punishment." He let his daughter think about that while he rubbed the paddle in slow circles on her taut bottom.

Shaking, Steffi begged, "Please don't..."

Her father stopped rubbing and let the weight of the paddle rest across the center of her buttocks for a moment, then he began the spanking. He raised the paddle and, ignoring Steffi's protests, brought it crashing down right across the meatiest part of her bottom. WHAM!

"OOOOOOOWWWWWWIIIEEEE!" Steffi squealed in pain, arching her back and kicking her legs straight out. It hurt! She had forgotten how much it hurt!

Jacob smacked his daughter's bottom again, and again, and again. BLAM! WHAM! POW! The first eighteen hard spanks landed squarely across the same middle part of her butt. He maintained a steady tempo, and each blow was as hard as the one before. He had to pause at one point to pull the girl's wrist behind her back and hold it tightly to keep her from reaching back and getting her hand in the way of the paddle.

"Ouch! Stop! Stop, Daddeeeee! It hurts! You're hurting me!!!" Steffi struggled desperately, but unsuccessfully to escape the spanking.

"Of course I'm hurting you! A spanking is supposed to hurt!" Jacob emphasized his point with three spanks even harder than the first few. "Maybe if it hurts enough, you'll think twice before smoking again!" Shifting his aim, Jacob started raining spanks right where his daughter's bottom met the tops of her thighs.

Now Steffi was really regretting her decision to wear those shorts! The paddle was striking her half on the denim, and half on the bare skin that was peeking out! She howled and shrieked and begged and cried, but her daddy just kept spanking and spanking! Steffi's butt was on fire, and it hurt like hell!

When it was finally over, Steffi just laid there across her dad's lap, sobbing loudly. She was convinced that he'd paddled her a million times. But it had only been the thirty-six he'd promised her. Her bottom in agony, Steffi swore to her parents that she would never smoke again!

That night at the football game, Steffi remained standing for a long time. When she finally sat down (wearing loose-fitting pants now) she couldn't help squirming obviously. Her friends, Mandy and Trisha, kept giving her funny looks. They didn't say anything, but she was sure that they knew she'd gotten spanked. The thought humiliated her. I'll bet they don't get spanked any more!

Steffi: 36 spanks

Chapter Two: Getting It Wrong (Steffi & Mandy)

(F/f, reluctant, nc, teen; F/f, M/f, spanking, nc, teen)

"Oh, come on, Steff!" Mandy wheedled her friend, "We won't stay very long! And I don't want to go to the mall alone!" The school day was done, and she had plans.

Steffi was torn between her desire to accompany Mandy to the mall, and her knowledge that she should go straight home from school. "I promised I'd come right home from school, Mandy! I'll get in trouble!"

"But Steffi, you won't get in trouble if you're just a few minutes late, will you?"

"Well... I don't know. Maybe if it's only a few minutes. But no more than that!" Steffi decided that she needed to put her foot down. Mandy was in the same grade as Steffi but was almost a year older, having turned fifteen just before the school year started, and more experienced with life. She was Steffi's best friend, though, and exerted a strong influence on her.

"Good!" Mandy exclaimed cheerfully. "Let's go!"

The mall wasn't far, and it took only a few minutes for the two schoolgirls to walk there. Mandy led the way directly to one of the restrooms and pulled Steffi into the large wheelchair stall, locking the door behind them. There, she broke out a cigarette and lit up. After taking a deep drag she offered the cigarette to Steffi.

"Oh, I can't, Mandy!" Steffi whispered urgently. "My mom found my cigarettes a couple weeks ago, and I really got in trouble! I promised I wouldn't smoke anymore!"

"Pfft! Don't worry, I've got breath mints," Mandy countered, pushing the lit cigarette into her Steffi's hand. "They never smelled your breath before. Your mistake was letting them find your smokes."

Steffi took a couple puffs off the cigarette, but didn't inhale, then hurriedly handed it back to Mandy. "Give me the mints," she urged.

Mandy took a few more quick drags before tossing the half-smoked cigarette into the toilet and pulling a package of mints from her purse. "Keep those. I have more. Eat a lot of them and they won't smell your breath."

As Steffi crunched several wintergreen candies, Mandy unzipped her school uniform skirt. "What are you doing?" Steffi asked, curious.

"Watch this," Mandy answered. She quickly rolled her skirt's waistband down and inside. Her regulation skirt's hem normally came to just above her knees, but when she finished adjusting, the hem was now a good six inches higher. "There!"

"That looks so cute, Mandy!" Steffi exclaimed. "Help me do mine!"

"Okay!" Mandy went to work. Moments later, Steffi's skirt was just as short. "There, come look!" She dragged her friend out of the toilet stall and pushed her in front of the full-length mirror. Steffi whirled and posed, trying to check her new look from all angles. "Pretty sexy, huh?"

"Yeah," Steffi said. "Too bad we can't wear them like this at school!"

"Really. Hey, let's go shopping!"

"Okay," Steffi agreed, having now completely forgotten about getting home on time. "I don't have any money, though."

"Me neither," Mandy said, "but we can still look. I want to check out that new clothing store. C'mon!"

Unlike most of the mall's chain stores, La Petite was an independent shop that carried expensive designer clothing. It was not normally patronized by young school girls, but Mandy and Steffi weren't unusual in their interest. What teenage girl wouldn't want to try on such fancy clothes? The two sales clerks mostly ignored them, knowing they wouldn't be buying. Both girls were having fun oo-ing and ah-ing over the latest fashions from Paris.

Eventually, Mandy held up two outfits and called out to a saleslady, "Hey, can I try these on?"

The saleslady nodded and gestured toward the fitting rooms near the rear of the store, warning, "One person in the fitting room at a time, please." She knew the girls weren't going to buy the costly items and that she would need to straighten them out before putting them back on the racks. Teenage girls never managed to hang the clothes properly.

Unnoticed by both Steffi and the saleslady, Mandy had slipped a silk bra and panty set between the other two outfits, holding all three hangers in one hand. "Wait here, Steff, I'll just be a minute." She disappeared into the fitting room.

Several minutes later, Mandy stepped back out, the outfits sloppily rehung on their hangers. Handing both garments to the saleslady she said, "Sorry, they didn't suit me. Thanks anyway!" She and Steffi headed for the door.

Just as they were stepping out into the mall, both girls were hauled back by hands on their collars. "Just a moment, ladies," a woman's voice behind them said.

As they were spun around, Mandy cried indignantly, "Hey! Let go! What do you think you're doing?" She glared angrily at the fortyish, smartly dressed woman who still had a firm grip on her.

"I would like a word with you. Come with me." Maintaining her grip, the woman led the struggling Mandy and bewildered Steffi to the back of the store, past the fitting rooms and into a small office. She released the girls and locked the door. Pointing to two chairs she said, "Sit down."

The girls sat.

"So tell me," the woman said, perching on the edge of her desk and folding her arms, looking directly at Mandy, "did you intend to pay for that lingerie?

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mandy said defiantly.

The woman smiled grimly. "I'm afraid you DO know what I'm talking about, but I'll remind you. The black silk bra and panty that you took into the changing room with you was not among the items you returned to my clerk. Nor was it in the changing room."

"You're full of shit," Mandy laughed.

"I guess I can safely assume that you didn't notice my security cameras."

Mandy looked shocked. "You have cameras in the changing rooms?"

"Of course not. Do you think I want to be sued? The cameras are in the sales area, and I distinctly saw you carry three items into the fitting room. Only two were returned. It's all on tape, if you don't believe me. So you might as well confess. It might save you from more trouble."

"Up yours. I didn't do anything." Mandy remained stubbornly defiant.

The woman sighed. "Stand up."

"No."

"Very well." The store owner grabbed Mandy roughly by the arm, startling both girls, and hauled her to her feet.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mandy hissed. "You can't treat me like this!"

"I most certainly can. I can also do this!" She quickly reached for the hem of Mandy's shortened skirt and hiked it up. "Tell me, do you always leave your house wearing two pairs of panties?"

Steffi stared in shock. There, plain as day, her friend had a pair of black silk bikini panties pulled on over her regulation white cottons. "Mandy!" She gasped.

"I assume you've hidden the bra in a similar manner. That settles it, then. Mall Security will take over from here," the woman said, satisfied. "They'll call the police, who will then turn you over to your parents."

Changing tactics, Mandy cried. Her practiced, phony tears trickled down her cheeks and she said, "I'll give them back! I'm sorry!"

"Too late for that, honey," the woman said, smiling now. "It's illegal to sell used underwear. That stuff is worthless to me now."

"Then I'll pay for them! I'll come back with the money! I promise!" Mandy was begging now, growing frightened at the prospect of getting arrested. Even more of having her parents find out what she'd done. Behind her, Steffi was still speechless and staring.

"I'm afraid not. What kind of example would that set? You know as well as I do that if I allowed that, you would tell your friends what happened, and then I'd have all sorts of girls in here, taking things and promising to pay me later. No, that won't work. I think a trip to the police station will make the proper impression."

Desperate, Mandy pleaded with her. "Please, don't call the police! I'll do anything you want! Just... not the police."

"Anything, you say?" The woman noted Mandy's defeated nod. "Hmmm... what would be suitable enough to justify leaving the police out of this, but would still convince you to never steal from me again?" She appeared to be thinking, then seemed to come to a decision. "I think a good spanking will do the trick."

"Um, a spanking?" Mandy looked worried, but mentally she was trying to gauge how hard the woman could spank. *It's not like I've never been spanked,* the teenager thought to herself.

"Yes. I think one swat for each dollar you've cost me with your thievery should do it."

"H-how many?" Mandy said, looking nervously at the floor.

"That bra and panty set sells for fifty dollars. Plus tax."

That figure prompted a sharp intake of breath by Steffi, who was staring in disbelief.

"Okay," Mandy said simply, surprising Steffi.

"Well, I'm glad we could come to an agreement. Very well, come bend over the desk." The woman stepped aside to allow Mandy to pass, then watched as the young girl carefully bent herself at the waist and reached across the top to grab the opposite edge of the desk with her fingers. "I see you're familiar with the position."

"Y-yes, ma'am," Mandy said softly.

"That's good. I want you to hold that position until we're finished." The store owner walked behind the desk and opened the top left drawer, taking out a wide wooden ruler. "This should do the trick." She startled both girls by flipping Mandy's skirt up to expose the doubled-up panties, and chuckled at the rolled down waistband of the skirt. "Skirt not short enough for you?" she asked.

"N-no, Ma'am," Mandy said, softly.

"Don't be embarrassed," the woman said, "I did the same thing when I was your age. And hoped I didn't get caught." She considered for a moment, then continued, "You know, I think two layers of panties give you too much protection. I believe a punishment should be felt properly, on a bare bottom." With that, she peeled the two pairs of underwear down just far enough to bare Mandy's bottom, but not expose anything else. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steffi's astonished expression, and was surprised that Mandy didn't object to being bared.

"Let's begin." The woman patted the ruler against Mandy's well-formed bottom to judge the aim, causing the girl's bottom to clench, and then relax. Then her arm went back and came forward quickly. The ruler struck Mandy's bottom with a sharp CRACK, and left a wide, pink stripe squarely across the center of both cheeks. That first blow coaxed not a sound from the teenager.

The ruler was tapped against Mandy's cheeks again, and then the second spank struck just as hard as the first. Still Mandy remained silent. The woman began spanking in earnest, delivering a quick series of spanks that landed all over, reddening Mandy's butt from the tops of her cheeks down to where her panties stopped. Though her bottom wiggled and flinched, Mandy was silent until the twenty-third blow, when she left out a soft grunt. After that, her grunts turned to gasps, then yelps of pain. When the fiftieth spank finally landed, Mandy was crying softly.

Mandy started to rise and tug up her panties, but was stopped by a hand on the small of her back. "Wait a minute," the woman said, "Don't forget about the sales tax!"

Mandy found herself wishing she had paid more attention when her dad had been complaining about the fact that their county had the highest sales tax rate in the state. What was that percentage...?

Five quick hard blows reminded her of the ten percent sales tax.

"All right, the two of you may go." The store owner handed Mandy a tissue to dry her eyes. "I hope you'll return when you're ready to make a purchase. In the meantime..."

"We'll stay away, Ma'am," Mandy promised. She took her speechless friend by the arm, hauling to her feet. "Let's go, Steffi."

The woman watched them, remembering a similar experience she herself had had when she was about their age. It had done her a world of good, and she hoped the had succeeded in passing the favor on to Mandy.

Once out of the store, Steffi said, "I can't believe you let her spank you!"

"Shhh! Somebody will hear you!" Mandy said. "Anyway, I might as well let her. If she called the police, I would just get it at home anyway, and have a criminal record on top of it. So I was just cutting my losses."

"Oh. You still get spanked by your parents?"

"Yeah, don't you?"

"Well, um, I got a spanking for those cigarettes," Steffi said, embarrassed. "But that was the first one in a long time." Just then it occurred to her to look at her watch. She gasped, "Omigod! We've been here for over an hour! I'm way late!" She looked at her friend, panic on her face. "I've got to go! I'm in so much trouble!"

"Okay... I hope you don't get in trouble. Can't you make up a story?"

"No. They'd just check it out themselves, and then I'd be in even more trouble for lying. I gotta go, Mandy!"

"All right. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Bye!"

Steffi ran all the way home. When she arrived, she tried to slip into the house silently, but her mother heard the door closing. She appeared out of the kitchen.

"Young lady, where have you been?" Gail demanded. "You were supposed to be home an hour ago!"

"I... I went to the mall with Mandy, and, um, I lost track of time." Steffi stared at the floor.

"Lost track of time, huh?" Gail said sternly. "Then why don't I teach you how to pay better attention to the time? Come sit on the couch and wait for me." She disappeared into the kitchen.

Resigned, Steffi dropped her book bag and sat down on the couch and waited. Moments later, her mother returned with a wooden spoon.

"Are you gonna spank me, Mom?" Steffi asked, nervously.

"Yes." Gail sat beside her daughter. "Lay across my lap."

"Please, don't spank me! I'm sorry I'm late!" Steffi begged.

"Across my lap, Steffi."

Seeing it was no use, Steffi accepted her fate and draped herself over her mother's thighs. Her mother lifted her skirt to expose her white cotton panties.

"Let this be a lesson to you to pay more attention to the time!" Gail went to work with the wooden spoon, peppering Steffi's little bottom with hard spanks. She was very thorough, covering Steffi's panties with the flat back of the spoon. Steffi kicked and squealed, still unaccustomed to being spanked. Gail thought Steffi's performance was a bit overboard. She spanked her thirty times, and when she was done, Steffi was crying from both the pain and the embarrassment.

Just as Gail was finished with the spanking, her husband came in the front door. "Hello, Jacob," she said, "You're early today."

"Looks like I'm just in time, actually. What did she do now?" Jacob crossed the room and kissed his wife on the lips.

"She was an hour late getting home from school," Gail said. "She went to the mall with her friend instead of coming straight home."

Steffi listened, mortified by the knowledge that Daddy could see her panties. Why didn't Mom put her skirt back down?

"Then she earned a spanking," Jacob said. "And it seems she's earned another one, as well."

Steffi cried out, "What? What did I do?"

"I just spoke with Mrs. Brooks, next door," Jacob answered. "It seems a certain young lady ran past her house a few minutes ago, with a very short skirt that flipped up and exposed her panties with every step she took."

"Steffi!" Gail gasped, shocked.

Steffi groaned at her own stupidity. How could she have forgotten to readjust her skirt?

"How many people do you think saw your panties between the mall and home, Steffi?" Jacob asked his daughter. "How many?"

There had been a lot of traffic as Steffi had jogged down the sidewalk in her hurry to get home. She was mortified to realize that all those drivers had probably seen her underwear. "I don't know," she said almost inaudibly.

"I don't know either," Jacob said, "but we're going to make sure nobody sees them like that again. Stand up."

Steffi nervously stood, rubbing her bottom and thankful that Daddy couldn't see her panties anymore. Her thankfulness turned into dismay when Daddy ordered her to to kneel on the floor and bend over the couch seat, and Mom lifted her skirt and held it up. Then she heard the distinctive sound of Daddy pulling his belt out of it's loops.

"No, Daddy, please don't!" she wailed. "Please! My bottom already hurts so much!"

"It's gonna feel like it's on fire when I'm done, Steffi," Jacob said sternly. "Hold still."

Gail restrained Steffi with one hand, and held the skirt up with the other. Jacob folded his belt in half and began whipping his young daughter. The belt was a blur, flashing through the air and blazing across Steffi's panty-clad butt.

Steffi squealed in pain! This was just as bad as the paddle, but different. The paddle had caused a deep ache in her bottom, but the belt was delivering a flaming sting. Daddy was right - it felt like he'd lit a fire on her bottom! Her screams and pleas were answered only by more strokes of the belt. To Steffi, it seemed to go on forever, but in reality it was only twenty lashes. Even so, she knew she would never be able to sit down again. She was weeping loudly when she was finally allowed to stand. Then daddy made it worse.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Daddy asked. Steffi nodded emphatically. "Good. Now go to your room and don't come down until dinner!"

Steffi turned and started for the stairs.

"One more thing, Steffi." Jacob's words stopped the girl.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"When you come down for dinner, I expect you to be wearing those tight little shorts of yours."

Steffi stared in disbelief before answering, "O-okay." Then she turned and trudged miserably up the stairs, rubbing her bottom all the way. How am I going to get my shorts on, when my bottom hurts so bad?

Steffi: 50 spanks Mandy: 55 spanks

Chapter Three: Cutting Class (Steffi & Mandy)

(M/ff, spanking, nc, reluctant, teen, high school)

"Let's blow off gym class," Mandy suggested to her friend Steffi. "I've got a new magazine to show you!"

"We'll get in trouble!" Steffi said.

"You're always saying that, Steff!"

"That's because we always do!"

"There're pictures of Heath Ledger in this magazine..." said Mandy, setting out the bait.

"Heath Ledger! Really?" Steffi's interest was piqued.

"And I won't show you unless you cut class with me!"

"You're mean! You know I want to see the pictures!"

"Come on - we'll hide in the woods behind the gym. Nobody will catch us!" Mandy turned and led the way. Steffi followed.

"He is so hot!" Steffi was gushing over the photos of her favorite actor.

The two young girls had found a secluded bench not far from the gym and were eagerly flipping through the pages of Mandy's teen magazine. There were several pictures of Heath Ledger, and Steffi was trying to memorize every one of them because her parents wouldn't let her buy these magazines.

"I wish I could meet him," Steffi said. "I'd do anything for him!"

"That 'anything' includes cutting class, I see."

Both girls whirled around at the sound of the gruff male voice behind

them. Both were greatly dismayed to find their gym teacher standing there.

"Mr. Phillips!" Both girls cried out.

"I'll take that magazine," said the teacher, extending his hand. "You know they're not permitted on school grounds." Mandy reluctantly handed over the magazine. "Thank you. Now if you will both follow me..." He turned and led the way back to the gymnasium.

The nervous girls were led into Mr. Phillips' office. "You will wait here. I'll deal with you after class. Don't touch anything." The teacher left the room, closing the door behind him.

Alone in the office, the girls were quiet for a few minutes. Then Steffi said, "What do you think he'll do?"

"Spank us, probably."

"Spank us!! That's not allowed!" Steffi cried.

"Sure it is," Mandy said, looking at her friend, surprised. "Didn't you know?"

"Um, no..." Steffi had just started attending the school as a freshman a month earlier. She had been quickly befriended by Mandy, who was a year older and was repeating the ninth grade because of poor grades and behavior the previous year. Steffi hadn't heard of anyone she knew getting a spanking at school.

"This school allows it. It's a private school, so they can get away with it as long as your parents signed the consent form when they enrolled you. I've never heard of a parent not signing the form." Mandy didn't look especially worried.

"Shit!" Steffi's eyes were wide, wondering why her parents hadn't told her about that. "Um, how do they spank?"

"Well," said Mandy, "Usually it's the strap, but sometimes they use a paddle. It's kinda up to each teacher. Whatever they prefer. I've heard that the Principal uses a cane." She shrugged.

Steffi suddenly had a thought. "Omigod! Will he make me lift my skirt?"

Mandy rolled her eyes. "Well duh! You wouldn't feel it if you got spanked on your skirt! It's too thick!"

"Oh." Embarrassed, both by the thought of her teacher seeing her panties and by the idea that her older friend might think she was a wimp, Steffi didn't say anything else. The two girls remained quiet as they waited for Mr. Phillips to return at the end of class. The twenty minutes seemed to last forever.

The bell rang and Mr. Phillips came into the office a few minutes later. He glanced at the girls and then sat behind his desk and began to fill out some forms. "Well, girls, I'm sure you realize that you've both earned spankings today." He looked up at them and Mandy nodded, but Steffi just stared at the floor. "And of course, your parents will have to be informed."

Steffi's head shot up, and she started to speak, but Mandy interrupted. "Oh please, Mr. Phillips," Mandy said in her most pitiful voice, "don't tell our parents!" Having been at the school the previous year, Mandy knew that a male teacher was supposed to have a female faculty member present when spanking girls, but she also knew that enforcement of the rule was somewhat lax. She decided to take advantage of that, and play Mr. Phillips to her own benefit.

"Mandy, you know the rules about spankings. Your parents must be informed," Mr. Phillips said, evenly. "I realize that means that you'll probably get another spanking when you get home, but I'm afraid rules are rules."

Deciding that she could push, Mandy fidgeted with her blouse. Looking her teacher directly in the eye, she accidentally unbuttoned the top button, allowing him a glimpse of her bra. "Please, can't we make a deal? We'll work extra hard in your class if you don't tell our parents!" Mandy kept her eyes locked with Mr. Phillips' while she inadvertently brushed the hem of her skirt up, revealing a good amount of thigh.

Ogling the unexpected display of girlflesh, Mr. Phillips said, carefully, "I suppose that, since this is a first offense for both of you this year, I could be persuaded to overlook the paperwork this one time." The gym teacher looked carefully at both girls - one fourteen and the other fifteen - and weighed his own risk. "In exchange, you'll each receive ten extra swats with the paddle. And you'll strip to your underwear."

Steffi's head shot up. "What? No way!"

Mandy slugged her in the shoulder and said, "Shut up, Steff! Just do it!"

"But..."

Exasperated, Mandy said to the teacher, "Can I talk to her privately for a minute?"

"Very well. One minute." Mr. Phillips stepped out of the office and closed the door.

Mandy started on Steffi. "Didn't you tell me your dad gives really hard spankings?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"When I get in trouble at school, my parents give it to me even worse at home!" Mandy hissed. "I don't feel like getting spanked twice. What's the big deal of stripping to your bra and panties?"

"He'll see me in my underwear!" Steffi knew it sounded lame as soon as she said it.

Mandy rolled her eyes and said, "Look, Steff, that bikini you were wearing this summer at the beach showed a lot more skin than your underwear does, and plenty of men saw you in that!" Hurriedly she added, "Look, just do this, and I'll make it up to you, okay? Please?"

"O-okay."

Mr. Phillips came back into the office. "Well, girls, what will it be?"

"We'll do it," said Mandy. "C'mon, Steff!"

Both girls stood up, and Mandy began to strip immediately. Blushing deep red, Steffi followed suit. In a moment the two teenage girls were standing before the teacher in only their bras and panties. Steffi was extremely embarrassed! No man had ever seen her like this before. Even her dad had only seen the back of her panties! She unconsciously moved her hands to cover herself.

"Put your hands on top of your heads, girls." The command was firm and left no room for argument.

With their hands on their heads, both girls were exposed. Mr. Phillips took several minutes to study their almost-naked bodies, walking slowly around them and taking in the pleasing sight of their firm flesh. He saw that Mandy, the older of the two, had more obvious curves, and filled her bra a bit better than Steffi. Still, he thought, the younger girl had a distinct and pleasing air of innocence to her, which the older girl lacked. He strongly suspected that Mandy was the instigator, and Steffi had merely been tagging along, influenced by her older friend. Well, a good spanking might persuade Steffi to resist her friend's persuasion in the future. Both girls were very pretty. While he was behind them and out of their sight, he took the opportunity to adjust the growing bulge in his slacks, to make it less obvious.

"All right, girls, for cutting out of class, you've each earned twenty swats. You'll be first, Steffi." Mr. Phillips placed a chair in front of his desk. "Bend over the back of the chair and place your hands on the seat. And I suggest that you keep them there. If you reach back, I'll start over again."

Steffi obediently bent over as instructed. As soon as she did, she felt her skimpy panties riding up between her buttocks. She automatically reached back to adjust them.

"Hands on the chair!" Mr. Phillips barked.

Humiliated, knowing that a part of her bottom was exposed, Steffi returned her hands to the seat of the chair and waited tensely.

The teacher retrieved a paddle from a desk drawer and stepped behind the trembling fourteen year old. "Stay in position, Steffi, and we'll get this over with quickly. With that, Mr. Phillips hauled back his arm and slammed the paddle across the center of Steffi's butt. Steffi cried out in pain and started to stand, but quickly forced herself back down. Again the paddle smacked her, and again, and again.

Tears poured from Steffi's eyes, and it took all of her self-control to remain in position. Then came the eleventh blow, harder than the previous ten. Her control wavered. On the twelfth spank she stood straight up and grabbed her bottom, rubbing furiously. Tears were streaming down her face.

Mr. Phillips sighed. "Get back down, Steffi. We'll begin again."

Miserably, Steffi bent over once more. This time, she grabbed the sides of the chair seat, hoping that would help her to remain in position. She waited.

The spanking began again, though mercifully not as hard as before. With difficulty Steffi managed to remain bent until it was over. After the twentieth spank she started to stand. She was stopped by her teacher's hand on her back.

The teacher said, "You still have the ten extra that you agreed to."

Resigned, Steffi slumped back over the chair. Then she heard Mandy say, "Wait, Mr. Phillips. I'll take her extras. I'm the one who got her in trouble, after all."

Mr. Phillips thought for a moment, silently considering the fact that Mandy had a plumper, more attractive bottom than Steffi. "Very well. You may stand, Steffi. Go back to your place, hands on your head."

Released, Steffi quickly moved to stand beside Mandy and put her hands on her head as instructed. She didn't dare rub her burning bottom, as much as she wanted to.

Mandy stepped forward and bent over the back of the chair. When the spanking didn't start immediately she knew that the teacher was checking out her butt. Her panties were even skimpier than Steffi's, and she could feel the way they rode up and left a lot of her bottom exposed. That was fine with her. If Mr. Phillips liked what he saw, then Mandy knew she would be able to play him to her own advantage in the future. Forty spanks was a small price to pay for that!

WHAM! The paddle crashed into Mandy's quivering bottom, and she gasped in pain. Mr. Phillips spanked hard, but not as hard as her father. She wasn't worried about her ability to endure this.

WHACK! WHAP! POW!

Mr. Phillips administered the spanking at a steady pace, waiting a few seconds after each spank to allow Mandy to relax in preparation for the next. He admired her self-control in holding herself in position. He also admired the way her bottom jiggled with each blow of the paddle, and the way it rapidly turned redder and redder.

Finally, the spanking was over. "All right, girls, I hope you've learned your lesson. I expect both of you to show up for class every day from now on."

"Yes, Sir," both girls mumbled.

"You may get dressed now. Don't be late for your next class!"

Steffi and Mandy hurriedly dressed and exited Mr. Phillips' office in time to join the throng of girls emerging from the locker room. Both of their bottoms were smarting, and neither looked forward to having to sit through their next class. But they were relieved that their parents would never find out that they'd gotten into trouble at school. Neither girl wanted another spanking!

They were safe for today.

Steffi: 32 spanks

Chapter Four: So Much For That Idea (Mandy)

(MFm/f, spanking, teen, serious)

Mandy was pretty proud of herself. Her butt still hurt from the hard spanking she'd gotten from her gym teacher, but she didn't really mind. She'd successfully dissuaded Mr. Phillips from reporting her misbehavior -skipping gym class - to her parents. Taking advantage of her own, and her friend Steffi's, youthful good looks, Mandy had struck a bargain with the teacher. The girls took their spankings while stripped down to just their bras and panties, offering the lecherous old teacher a chance to leer at their nubile teenage bodies. In exchange, the teacher agreed to set aside the rule that required all spankings to be reported to the student's parents. Had the spanking been reported, Mandy would have just gotten another spanking at home - a spanking far more harsh than what Mr. Phillips had administered.

So the fifteen-year-old was feeling smug as she entered her house. She had outsmarted the grownups again! Mandy saw her mother in the kitchen. "Hi Mom, I'm home!" she called.

"Hello, Mandy. How was school?" Mandy's mother, Cheryl, was still an attractive woman at forty years old. She'd been an athlete in high school and college, and had kept herself in shape in the years since.

"I had a good day," Mandy replied with a smile on her face. "Can I have a Pepsi?"

"MayI, Mandy. MayI."

Mandy rolled her eyes. "MayI have a Pepsi?"

"Yes, you may," Cheryl said with a smile. "And then you may run upstairs and change your clothes. Remember you have chores to do!"

"Oh Mom, do I have to do my chores right now? Can't I do them after dinner?"

"Mandy, it will be too dark after dinner for raking leaves."

"Oh, all right." Mandy helped herself to a can of Pepsi from the refrigerator and then trotted up the stairs to her room. She tossed her backpack on her bed and set her soda on her night-stand, then started stripping off her school uniform. Blouse and skirt went into the laundry basket, and then she stepped out of her panties. She was going to wear jeans to rake leaves, and Mandy liked going pantiless when she wore jeans. It felt nice and sexy, and a bit naughty as well.

"Mandy!"

Her mother's voice froze Mandy in place. She realized she had neglected to close her bedroom door before getting undressed. She turned to face her mother.

"Your bottom is red, young lady!" Cheryl looked angry. "Did you get a spanking at school?"

"Um, yes, Ma'am." Mandy stared at the floor and tried to cover her crotch with her hands.

"Well, what did you do this time? And why didn't your teacher call to inform me?"

"Um, well, I skipped gym class," Mandy replied, nervously. She knew there was no sense in lying now. It would only make things worse. "And, um, I guess he must have forgotten to report it..."

"I'm ashamed of you, Mandy! Skipping class? Well, get dressed and get to your chores. We'll deal with this when your father gets home." Cheryl turned and strode out of the bedroom and continued with her upstairs errand.

Mandy's heart sank. She knew that she was in big trouble. When she had to wait until Daddy got home, it always meant she was in big trouble. She was mad at herself, too, because her plan would have worked if she'd only remembered to close her door! Disgruntled, Mandy pulled on a pair of jeans and went outside to rake leaves.

A few hours later, Mandy waited nervously in her room, wondering just how bad her punishment was going to be. Her older brother, Rick, was already home from football practice. She hoped...

Her bedroom door opened and her mother looked in. "Your father is home, Mandy. Time to face the music. Come downstairs."

"Please, Mom, can't I..."

"Downstairs now, Mandy."

Resigned, Mandy followed her mother downstairs. They walked into the living room, and Mandy saw both her father and brother sitting there. Now she knew she was in real trouble. This could only mean one thing - a full-family punishment.

Mandy's father, Aaron, spoke immediately. "Skipping class, Mandy? I think you know what that means, so let's not waste time talking about it. Undress. Now."

Mandy blushed a deep red. Naked spankings weren't unusual for her, but it was still humiliating to have to strip naked in front of her whole family. She knew better than to argue, though, and quickly disrobed. Embarrassed, she stood with her hands at her sides, trying not to look at anyone. She could feel Rick leering at her, but that didn't bother her as much as Daddy seeing her naked. Mandy always wondered whether he was getting his jollies seeing her this way, or if it was just the humiliation that interested him.

"Fetch the paddle and the strap," Aaron instructed.

"Damn. This is gonna be bad,"Mandy thought as she walked to the closet where the punishment implements were kept. She took the paddle and strap from their hooks. As she walked back to the center of the room, she shot a dirty look at her brother. He'd been staring at her breasts, watching the way they jiggled when she walked. Actually, she didn't really blame him for looking. Mandy knew that her B-cup boobs were pretty and that guys liked them. Daddy could see them too, but he wasn't ogling them like Rick was - and she could hardly give Daddy a dirty look anyway. She placed the paddle and strap on the coffee table, then waited.

"This is going to take a while, Mandy," said Aaron. "We'll start with a warmup hand spanking. From each of us. Start with your brother."

With a sigh, Mandy walked across the living room to stand in front of Rick. As she was required to do, she said, "I've been a bad girl, Rick. I deserve a good spanking. Please warm my bottom." Mandy was accustomed to this, but her cheeks still burned with shame. Her embarrassment was made even worse because now Rick was staring at her pussy.

"I agree," Rick said. "So bend over my lap!" He was grinning. Rick thoroughly enjoyed these sessions. Resigned, Mandy draped herself across her brother's lap.

In his chair, Mandy's father said, "Go ahead, Rick. One hundred spanks."

Rick didn't waste time, starting the spanking immediately. He made his sister yelp by spanking hard. He also spanked very fast. Knowing that Mandy's butt was already sore from her school spanking added to Rick's enjoyment.

"Oooooooow! This is just the warmup, Rick," Mandy hollered. "You don't have to spank so hard! Ooooweeee!"

"Oh yes I do!" Rick laughed. "You don't want bruises later, do you?"

"Nooo..." Mandy whimpered.

"Then I have to get your butt good and hot with my hand. You know that!" Rick continued spanking his sister even harder. He made sure he covered her entire bottom. It didn't take long to turn her whole butt red, because the blush from her school spanking still hadn't faded. "You know that if you hadn't skipped class you wouldn't be getting spanked."

"Oh shut up, Rick," Mandy whined.

Rick increased the pace of the spanking after being told to shut up. He was loving every minute of this, and hurried to deliver more spanks. Somehow, he managed to drag the hundred spanks out for almost five minutes. He dealt the last smack and said, "Now it's Mom's turn, Mandy!"

Mandy stood and wiped her eyes. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were watering a bit. She wanted to rub her bottom, but it wasn't allowed. Stepping in front of her mother she repeated the ritual. "I've been a bad girl, Mom. I deserve a good spanking. Please warm my bottom."

"Yes, you were very bad today!" Cheryl took her daughter over her lap and started spanking immediately. She spanked almost as hard as Rick, but not as fast. Still she made Mandy yell.

"Moooooooom! Pleeeease! Not so hard!"

"Be quiet, Mandy," said Cheryl. "This is only the warmup, you know. You've still got a good paddling and strapping coming."

"I know, Mommy, I knooow!" Mandy whimpered. The fifteen-year-old's bottom was already on fire, and she was dreading the rest of her punishment. She was very familiar with both the paddle and the strap, and was well aware of how much they were going to hurt. Her mother spanked her quickly, though to Mandy it seemed to take a long time. And she still had to feel her Daddy's hand on her ass.

Mandy's voice was barely a whisper as she confessed her naughtiness to her father, and she looked afraid when she went over his lap. As she feared it hurt like hell when Daddy's hand started slapping her tender buttocks. He spanked very hard! If he was spanking this hard with his hand, Mandy knew the paddle was going to be unbearable. And the strap, too. Mandy was soon crying freely.

"Now it's time for the paddle, Mandy," said Aaron. "Take it to your brother."

Though her bottom was blazing, Mandy was still not permitted to rub it. She slowly stood, then stared at the paddle on the table for a moment before picking it up. She didn't want to give it to Rick. Weeping, she stood in place, just holding the feared paddle.

"Get moving, Mandy!" her father barked. "If you don't get over there right this instant, I'm going to add the riding crop to your punishment!"

Mandy hated and feared the riding crop more than any other implement. The mere mention of that horrid tool sent her scurrying across the room. She took a deep breath and said to Rick, "I haven't been punished nearly enough. I think you should paddle me." Mandy's body shuddered as she asked for more punishment. She offered the paddle to her brother.

Rick accepted the paddle with a big grin, then guided his younger sister across his lap once again. "How many, Dad?"

"I think twenty will be sufficient."

Mandy breathed a sigh of relief. Twenty wasn't as many as she'd been expecting. She winced when she felt Rick start rubbing the hard paddle in circles on her butt. Then...

WHAM!

"Aaaaaaaaah!" Mandy howled in pain when the paddle crashed into her ass. Her legs kicked with each solid blow. The paddle sent waves of pain deep into the tissues of her bottom. Despite the warmup hand spanking, Mandy feared she would be seriously bruised by the end of this spanking.

Rick paddled his sister slow, steady, and hard. Only allowed twenty spanks, he wanted to drag out the punishment. After each blow, he waited for her to relax again before delivering the next. He enjoyed making Mandy cry. He was glad he was wearing his baggy jeans today - his parents wouldn't notice his raging hard-on. In spite of the fact she was his sister, he got off on seeing her naked like this. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't his fault that the best-looking girl in school was his little sister! He administered the twentieth blow with all his strength, prompting Mandy to let out a loud scream, the guided her to her feet, handed her the paddle and pushed her toward their mom.

Mandy didn't fail to notice her brother's hard-on, because it was pressing against her belly as she squirmed on his lap. She didn't know why he got so turned on when he spanked her. But she didn't call attention to the fact as she stood and delivered the paddle to her mother. Over Mom's knee she went, still crying hard.

Again, Cheryl didn't spank as hard as her son did, but her paddling technique was still effective. She made Mandy howl and struggle by dealing quick, sharp spanks with the paddle. Long before she was finished, she had to grab Mandy's hand too stop her attempts to reach back and protect her bottom. She soon finished paddling her daughter and sent her on to her husband.

The fifteen-year-old girl was sobbing miserably when she handed the paddle to her father and draped herself across his ample lap. In spite of her situation, she was immediately aware that Daddy did not have a hard-on like Rick did. She was greatly relieved to know that Daddy wasn't turned on, and, strangely, that made her paddling from Daddy easier to take. Confirmation of her father's non-arousal in her head, Mandy concentrated on keeping her hands planted on the floor as the final paddling began.

"I hope this will teach you a lesson, Mandy. You know I don't like to do this." Aaron raised the paddle and brought it crashing down on his daughter's well-marked bottom. WHACK! CRACK! WHAM! Aaron was pleased to see that Mandy was now taking her spanking very well. She hardly struggled at all while the twenty, very hard blows sent ripples across the flesh of her butt.

Something strange was happening to Mandy. It had happened once before, but she didn't understand it. Shortly after her father started paddling her, she suddenly felt like she wasn't really there. She still felt every blow from the paddle, and each blow still hurt like crazy, but she was only aware of the pain with a small part of her mind. Sobs wracked her body while her mind floated away. For some reason, her whole body felt warm and tingly, and she could feel her nipples stiffening. And her pussy was getting wet. These facts moved to the forefront of her mind, pushing the pain of her spanking to the back.

Mandy didn't even realize that the paddling had ended until she heard her father telling her to stand up. As she slowly stood, she remembered she still had a strapping coming to her. Instead of waiting to be ordered, she picked up the strap and took it to her brother. "I need to be punished more," she said. Then, again without being told, she bent herself over the arm of the sofa, assuming her usual position for a strapping. She folded her arms under her head on the sofa cushions, and waited.

She didn't have to wait long. Puzzled by Mandy's odd behavior, but not too concerned about it, Rick laid into her with the strap. The two-inch-wide leather burned like fire across Mandy's well-prepared ass. Oh, how it hurt! The pain was incredible! But the sounds coming from her mouth were not entirely cries of pain. Mandy whimpered a disguised protest when the strapping from her brother ended after only ten strokes. The break wasn't long - her mother took over when her brother finished, administering ten more fiery lashes to Mandy's red, swollen bottom.

The ten strokes from Daddy were the hardest of all. When the fifth lash crossed her bottom, Mandy came. She knew what an orgasm was, because she masturbated frequently, but this orgasm was more powerful than any she'd given to herself. The fifteen-year-old was lost in a sea of pain and pleasure. Her cries of joy were mixed with her sobs of agony, so none of her family members noticed her actual condition. When Daddy stopped whipping her, Mandy just laid there over the arm of the sofa, her body heaving with her sobs. She was confused by the conflicting feelings coursing through her young body, and she didn't have the strength to get up.

"Well, Mandy, I hope you've learned something from this," Aaron said to his daughter. "Are you going to skip class again?"

"N-n-no, Daddy, I promise..." Mandy gasped.

"I hope not. Now that you've taken your punishment, we can forget your misbehavior at school. Go on up to your room for the rest of the evening. We'll see you in the morning."

Mandy stood slowly and wiped the tears from her eyes, then finally rubbed her bottom. She couldn't believe how hot it felt! No longer concerned that she was naked, she gave her father a hug and said, "Ththank you, Daddy." Mandy picked up her clothes and walked slowly up the stairs.

Rick's eyes were glued to his sister's butt as she disappeared up the stairs. He looked forward to seeing her naked again.

Mandy: 390 spanks

Chapter Five: Study Harder Next Time (Steffi)

(M/f, spanking, teen, serious, nc)

Approaching Steffi after school, Mandy noticed that her best friend looked distinctly ill at ease. "Hey, what's the matter with you, Steff?" she asked cheerfully.

"It's report card day," Steffi mumbled.

"No worries here," said Mandy, "I'm pretty sure I got all A's and B's!" In spite of her penchant for mischief and poorly-considered behavior, Mandy was smart, and a very good student.

"Lucky you." Steffi's mood was only worsened by her friend's cheerfulness.

"All right, tell me what's wrong. Didn't you get good grades?"

"No. You know I'm not as smart as you, Mandy."

"What grades do you think you got? They can't be that bad!"

"I'm pretty sure I didn't get any A's or B's like you. I wish they didn't mail our report cards to our parents," Steffi whined. If they sent it home with me like they did at my old school, at least I could try to change it or something."

"So... you gonna get in trouble?" Mandy asked sympathetically.

"Well, duh!" Steffi rolled her eyes.

"What do your parents do when you get bad grades?"

"Ground me, or something like that." Then, looking at Mandy with worry on her face, Steffi whispered, "Oh, god, Mandy! I hope they don't decide to spank me! They've been on a spanking kick lately and..."

"Pfff! They wouldn't really spank you for bad grades, would they? I mean, bad grades aren't exactly bad behavior. You can't help it if you're not smart!" Realizing what she'd just said, Mandy blushed and hurriedly said, "I don't mean you're not smart! I just mean that, well, some people just aren't good at things like tests and all that. Shit, Steffi, they wouldn't spank you for not being good at tests!"

"I don't know." Steffi looked miserable. "You don't know how they've been lately. I think they like spanking me."

"No way! Nobody *likes* to spank their kids!"

"Yeah, you're probably right." Steffi sighed. "Well, guess I'll just go

home and face the music. See you on Monday." "Okay. Good luck!"

Steffi didn't live far from the school, so she walked home as always. This time, she walked more slowly than usual. She knew her mom would be home, and would already have gotten the report card in the mail. So it was with great reluctance that she opened the front door and went into her house.

Not surprisingly, Steffi's mother was waiting for her in the living room. "How was school today, Steffi?"

"Okay..."

"Care to explain this?" Gail held up Steffi's report card. "Didn't we tell you we expect you to get better grades, now that you're attending a good private school?"

Steffi's eyes were downcast as she answered, "Yes... I'm sorry, Mom."

"I'm sure you are, Steffani." Gail sighed. "I have to go out, because I have things to do, and I won't be home until late. I've already called your father. He will decide how to deal with this when he gets home. Until he gets home, you're confined to the house." She dropped the report card onto the coffee table, picked up her purse, and left.

Steffi trudged slowly to her room.

Two hours later, Steffi's bedroom door opened. "Be downstairs in five minutes, Steffani." her father said, and disappeared back down the stairs.

Feeling much trepidation, Steffi slowly made her way downstairs, still wearing her school uniform. Being called downstairs like this confirmed to her that she was going to get spanked. She hoped it wouldn't be too bad! She stood nervously in front of her father's chair, staring at the carpet, awaiting her sentence.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Steffani," Jacob said. "After your poor grades last year, your mother and I really thought that the change to a better school would result in an improvement in your grades. But no, I still see this kind of crap!" He shook the report card at her, then read it to her. "American History - C! English - D! Science - D! Art - B. Well, that's something anyway. Physical Education - D! How in hell do you get a D in gym class? Basic Math - F! A goddam F in math!"

Jacob angrily threw the accusing report card down on the table beside his chair and stood up. "I'm sure you remember that I told you I wasn't going to tolerate poor grades this year?"

"Y... yes, Daddy..." Tears appeared at the corners of Steffi's eyes.

"I see I'm going to have to blister your ass. I'm not paying good money for a private school just so you can screw off and forget your schoolwork!"

"Pleeeeease don't spank meeeee! Daddy, I try! I really do!" Steffi blubbered.

"Bullshit!" Jacob shouted, making his daughter flinch. "If you were trying, then you'd be getting better grades!" Grabbing Steffi's shoulders he shook her roughly and continued, "It's obvious that poor studying is the cause of your lousy grades in some of those classes, but I really don't understand that D in gym class! It's not like you're out of shape and can't do the exercises!! Explain that to me. I really don't understand."

Now crying openly, Steffi blurted, "I won't shower with the other girls. It's too embarrassing! They... they mark me down for that."

"Oh for Christ's sake, Steffani! They're girls! Why the hell should you be embarrassed if they see you naked?" Jacob was beside himself. "All right. Let's take care of your ridiculous modesty." He sat back down and pulled his startled daughter over his knee.

"No, Daddy, no!" Steffi squealed.

"Shut up! You're gonna get it good this time!" Jacob flipped Steffi's skirt up, and then, to her utter shock he yanked her white cotton panties down to her knees.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" Steffi gasped.

"A bare-bottom spanking is the best way to get the point across, young lady," Jacob replied, "and so that's what you're going to get!"

Steffi cried louder. "No, no, no..."

For an answer, Jacob started spanking his daughter. His open palm cracked loudly against Steffi's smooth flesh, causing Steffi to howl with pain and humiliation. The young teen was utterly mortified to have her daddy spanking her bare butt, like she was a little girl!

"I hope this teaches you a lesson, Steffani," Jacob growled as his hand rained fire on her firm young bottom. He spanked hard and fast, mostly alternating the blows between her cheeks but sometimes administering a long series of consecutive spanks to one cheek or the other. Steffi's pert bottom was quickly glowing a bright red all over and burning horribly.

Steffi's legs kicked frantically and she kept trying to reach back to protect her bottom, until her father finally had to use his non-spanking hand to firmly hold her wrists behind her back. She still kicked and wailed in misery as the spank total continued past the one hundred mark. "Please stop! Please stop!" she screamed. But the hand-spanking went on and on until all Steffi could do was lie there and take it. The punishment finally ended after two hundred and fifty hard smacks.

Jacob guided his weeping daughter to her feet, and she immediately tried to pull her panties up. He grabbed her wrist and said, "Oh no you don't!"

"But you're done spanki..."

"Oh, I've just gotten started, girl! That spanking was just for the C you got in History. There are still three D's and an F to take care of!"

Oh god, oh god!Steffi thought, panicking. If that was just for the C, what's he gonna do for the D's and F? She soon found out.

"And to help you overcome your little modesty problem in front of the other girls at school," Jacob said ominously, "you're going to take off that skirt and that blouse!"

Steffi gasped, unable to believe what she just heard. "What? But Daddy..."

"I suggest you get your clothes off right now, Steffi, or you're going to get it even worse!"

"But, why?"

"Simple. Once I've seen you without your clothes, showering with the other girls won't be so embarrassing," responded Jacob. "Now, strip! Before I decide you need more punishment than you've already got coming!"

Horrified and humiliated, but afraid to refuse any further, Steffi obeyed. She reluctantly unbuttoned her blouse, then took it off and dropped it on the floor. That exposed the lacy pushup bra that she now wished she hadn't selected that morning. She liked the way it lifted and enhanced her small breasts, because she thought it made her look a bit older. But now she just felt ridiculous wearing it in front of her father like this.

"Now your skirt," Jacob instructed.

Steffi suddenly realized that, with her panties around her knees, removing her skirt would leave her completely exposed... down there. Desperately she begged her father, "Please don't make me take my skirt off, Daddy! You'll see my..."

"One more argument from you, Steffani, and I'm going to paddle you every day for the next week!" Jacob was growing angrier by the second.

Sobbing wretchedly, Steffi finally unfastened her pleated skirt and let it drop to the floor. Blushing furiously, she moved to cover her privates with her hands. Her father put a stop to that.

Standing, Jacob said, "Now go to the desk and fetch the paddle."

With a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, Steffi walked slowly across the room, knowing that Daddy was watching her every move. Daddy was watching her nearly naked body. At least he'd allowed her to keep her bra on. She retrieved the paddle from its place in a desk drawer, and walked even more slowly back across the room where her angry father took the paddle from her. Steffi didn't like the way Daddy was looking at her.

Jacob could feel his heart pounding as he gazed at his mostly bare daughter. He was astonished by the sight. Until now he hadn't realized just how quickly his little girl was growing up. She was only fourteen, but she had a beautiful body. Just like her mother had back when Jacob and Gail started dating back in their own high school days. He was reminded of the first time he'd reached third base on a date. He was seventeen, Gail was fifteen, and he'd finally sweet-talked her into taking all of her clothes off. Gail had a figure just like Steffi had now. Jacob remembered the thrill of seeing a girl naked for the first time, and how he had eagerly played with Gail's titties and her butt and her pussy for the first time. And he remembered how a few dates later, he'd hit a home run in the back seat of his parent's car...

Jacob shook his head and brought his mind back to his present duties. "All right, Steffani. Let's deal with your D grades." He pushed an ottoman in front of his recliner. "I want you to put your feet on either side of the ottoman, then bend over and place your hands on the seat of the chair."

Steffi nervously did as she was told. She straddled the footstool and bent over. A draft between her legs reminded Steffi that her legs were wide open, and that she was now very exposed. Daddy could see all of her secrets. Her face burned with shame, and she had never felt so helpless or embarrassed in her young life.

"This is for your D in English, Steffi." Jacob drew his arm back and then slammed the hard paddle across the center of Steffi's quivering buttocks. Steffi screamed in pain as the paddle struck her poor bottom again and again and again. The room was filled with the sound of wood striking tender flesh, Jacob's grunting with each blow, and Steffi's miserable sobs and squeals.

Over and over Jacob pounded his young teenage daughter's bottom with the paddle. He stopped after twenty solid wallops. "That was for your English grade. Now for your Science grade!" As his daughter howled piteously Jacob resumed paddling her. Twenty more blows settled the score for her poor performance in Science. Steffi's bottom was showing clear signs of heavy bruising, but that didn't stop Jacob from hammering her ass twenty more times as punishment for her P.E. grade.

Jacob was breathing heavily from the exertion of administering such a long, hard spanking. Steffi was sobbing into the chair's seat cushion, having collapsed to her knees. She gingerly rubbed her bottom with both hands. Jacob let her stay there for a few minutes. She was so pitiful that Jacob almost relented and decided to forego the rest of her punishment.

But then he decided that if Steffani was going to learn her lesson, she needed to suffer the full penalty for her poor school performance. But not yet. She needed a break. "Stand up, Steffani," he said.

Steffi slowly and painfully got to her feet, then turned to face her father. Her face was red and streaked with tears and her chest heaved with sobs.

Her hands instinctively moved to cover her crotch, and her father didn't forbid it.

"Do you understand why I'm spanking you, Steffi?" Jacob asked.

"Y-y-yes, Daddy. You want me to get better grades," Steffi blubbered.

"That's right," said Jacob. "Now, I'm going to let you take a break. Then we'll deal with that F you got in math."

"P-please, Daddy, don't spank me more," Steffi pleaded, "My butt hurts so bad! I can't take any more!"

"You're going to have to take the rest of your punishment. But for right now, you're just going to stand in the corner and think about how you're going to improve your grades." He marched his daughter to the corner of the room and put her there facing the junction of two walls. "Stay there. And don't let me catch you rubbing your bottom!"

For thirty minutes, Steffi stared at the wall. She couldn't concentrate on improving her grades. She knew she tried hard - she really did. But she still didn't do very well in school. Steffi didn't know what she was going to do. She only knew that her bottom really hurt, and she was worried about what the rest of her punishment would be.

"Let's finish this, Steffani," Jacob said. "Come over here."

Steffi turned and walked to the center of the room where her father stood. She saw the belt in his hand. Stomach fluttering, she waited.

"Take off your bra."

The look on her daddy's face told Steffi that she'd better not argue. Her face burned as she reluctantly stripped off her bra and dropped it on the floor. Her humiliation was complete.

"Now put your hands behind your head."

Steffi had no choice to obey. Her hands went behind her head, and her fingers interlocked. The position made her breasts stick out. A few tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Well, Steffani, I'll bet this is really embarrassing for you," Jacob said.

In reply, Steffi nodded her head emphatically.

"Good. I'll bet it's a lot more embarrassing than showering naked in front of other girls," Jacob continued. Steffi nodded again. "I thought so. So are you going to have any more trouble showering after gym class?"

Steffi shook her head "no".

"Good. Now, it's time for you to pay for that F you got in math. C's and D's are bad enough, Steffani, but F's are completely unacceptable! You will stand where you are and take the punishment for that F."

Jacob stepped back and held the doubled belt in his right hand. He used it to whip his daughter. He whipped slowly, allowing Steffi to catch her breath between strokes. Steffi's knees buckled more than once, but she remained on her feet through all thirty lashes.

Once the punishment was over, Jacob dropped his harsh demeanor. He took his weeping daughter in his arms and comforted her while she soaked his shirt with her tears. Steffi momentarily forgot her nakedness, so relieved was she that the punishment was finally over, and clung desperately to her father.

"I'm sorry I had to punish you so harshly, Steff. I hope you've learned your lesson, and I hope you'll try to do better in school," Jacob said soothingly. He wasn't entirely unaware of the sensation of Steffi's small, firm breasts pressing against his chest.

"I'll do better, Daddy, I promise," Steffi cried.

"Good, good." Jacob patted Steffi on the back and kissed the top of her head. "Now, you'd better put some clothes on!"

Suddenly remembering her nakedness, Steffi snatched up her clothes and ran to her bedroom. There, she collapsed face-down on her bed. She stayed there the rest of the evening, until she finally fell asleep.

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The next morning, Steffi came down the stairs, dressed for another day of school. Her bottom still hurt terribly, so she sat very gingerly while she ate breakfast with her mother. They didn't speak much, until Steffi was just about ready to leave for school.

"Your father said he gave you a pretty good spanking yesterday," said Gail. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yeah." Steffi stared at her empty cereal bowl. She stirred the milk around in her bowl and considered what she wanted to say next. What

Daddy had done, aside from the spanking, had been bothering her. "Mom?"

"Hmmm?"

"Um, Daddy made me take all my clothes off," Steffi blurted out.

"Oh?" Gail feigned surprise.

"Yeah. It was really embarrassing! He shouldn't have done that! He saw

me naked!"

Of course, Jacob had told Gail about it. "He told me all about it, Steff." He had told Gail everything, in detail. And late last night, the two of them had gone out to Jacob's car and had the best sex they'd had in a long time, in the back seat. But Gail didn't feel the need to tell Steffi about that.

"Did you tell him not to do that again? I didn't like it! I mean, I guess maybe I deserved to get spanked, but I didn't deserve the rest of it!"

"Steffi," Gail said with a scowl, "are you criticizing your father? Do you

think you know better than he does?"

"Well, um, no, but..."

"Stand up, Steffani."

"Wha..."

"Stand up!" Gail stood and opened a drawer and took out her wooden

spoon. "Come over here!"

"Mom, no, please!"

Gail hauled Steffi out of her chair, then sat down and pulled her across

her lap. "Don't you ever criticize your father!"

"No Mommy! Please don't! No! Don't..."

"I'll teach you to talk about Daddy like that!" Gail yanked Steffi's skirt up,

and her panties down, then went to town on her badly bruised bottom.

Steffi shrieked and screamed and struggled. "It hurts Mommy! It hurts!"

"It had damn well better hurt!" Gail didn't let up until she'd smacked her screeching daughter's poor ass thirty times with the spoon. "Don't everlet me hear you criticizing your father again!"

Gail pulled Steffi's panties back up guided her to her feet. "Now you'd better get to school. And remember that we expect to see an improvement in your grades!"

Steffi walked to school very slowly, because her bottom hurt so bad and because it took her a long time to stop crying. She was late to school, which didn't impress her first period teacher. The walk to the Principal's office was a long one.

Steffi: 370 spanks

Chapter Six: Cheating (Mandy & Steffi)

(M/f, spanking, nc; f/f, spanking, reluctant; f/f, spanking, cons)

The last bell of the day finally rang. Mandy and Steffi started out of their desks along with the rest of the girls, and headed toward the door. Both girls were happy with the "B" grades they had gotten on yesterday's Math test, the first test of the Winter term. They stopped at the sound of their Math teacher's voice.

"Oh, Steffi, Mandy... I need to speak with you for a moment."

The two friends froze, then slowly turned to face Mr. Jackson. They could hear some of the other girls giggling at them and making suggestions about why they were being kept after class.

"Yes, Mr. Jackson?" Mandy said.

"Close the door, then come sit down at your desks, girls. We need to talk about yesterday's tests."

"Wh-what about them?" Mandy asked, nervously as she and Steffi returned to their seats.

"While I was grading these your test papers, I was pleased to see that you'd both done well." Mr. Jackson placed the graded test papers in front of each girl. "But then I noticed something odd. At first, I thought it was merely a coincidence that your scores were identical. But upon further inspection, I discovered that your test papers were identical. Right down to the exact same wrong answers." He looked from one girl to the other.

Mandy and Steffi just stared nervously up at the tall man.

"When I saw that, and then considered the fact that the two of you are best friends and sit next to each other, I could only reach one conclusion. Cheating. One of you copied the other's answers. The only question I have, then, is this: who copied whose answers?" Mr. Jackson folded his arms across his chest and glared sternly at the students.

Both girls stared nervously at their desks and squirmed nervously in their seats. Neither wanted to confess, but neither girl wanted to incriminate the other.

"I'm waiting, ladies," Mr. Jackson said, tapping his foot.

A few moment of silence passed, and them Mandy finally mumbled, "It was me."

Steffi shot Mandy a brief, surprised look. She caught Mandy sending a surreptitious glance that conveyed the message, Don't say anything!

Mr. Jackson looked from one girl to the other. He was actually a bit surprised by Mandy's confession. He remembered her from last year's classes, and knew that she was a bright student who didn't have trouble with math. Steffi was less familiar to him, as she had only been his student for two weeks, but he had heard that she was not a math whiz. "Are you telling the truth, Mandy?"

"Y-yes, Sir," Mandy said, softly.

"Did Steffi allow you to look at her answers?"

"No, Sir. She... she didn't know I was doing it."

"Well. I have to confess that I'm puzzled, Mandy, as to why you felt the need to cheat. If I recall correctly, your poor grades last year, which along with your absenteeism and behavior resulted in the need for you to repeat your freshman year, were mostly the result of simply not handing in your work. The work you didhand in was good."

"I just didn't study this time, Mr. Jackson."

"And so you felt it would be a good idea to cheat. Do you still think it was a good idea?"

"No."

"Steffi," Mr. Jackson said, switching his attention to the younger girl, "Are you sure you didn't know Mandy was looking at your answers?"

Steffi glanced at Mandy, then answered, "I... I didn't know, Mr. Jackson. Honest!"

Mr. Jackson wasn't convinced, but he had a confession from Mandy. In the absence of any other evidence, he had little choice but to accept that confession. "Very well. You may go now, Steffi."

Relieved, but worried about Mandy, Steffi got up and left the classroom. She closed the door behind her, but didn't go far. Next to the door, she waited. She hoped Mandy wouldn't get in too much trouble.

"All right, Mandy, I'm sure you know that cheating is a serious offense, and calls for a stiff punishment," Mr. Jackson said, stepping behind his own desk.

"Yes, Sir, I do." Mandy could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

"Are you ready to accept that punishment?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. If my memory serves me correctly, you're familiar with the position. Please assume it."

Groaning inwardly, Mandy got up and walked in front of her desk. She could hear her teacher's desk drawer opening as she turned and bent herself across her desk. She placed her hands, palms down, on the seat of her chair, and waited.

"The standard penalty for cheating on a test is thirty strokes. I'll give you a choice. Would you like to take all thirty with the paddle, or the strap? Or perhaps half with each?" It made little difference to Mr. Jackson which implement Mandy chose. Each inflicted a similar amount of pain; the difference was in the type of pain - the paddle caused deep, throbbing pain, while the strap ignited an intense burning.

"The strap," Mandy answered immediately. She knew she could endure the pain, but she didn't care for the bruising the paddle caused. If her parents found out about this, she'd get it again, and she'd learned that the second spanking was more bearable if she wasn't already bruised by the first spanking.

"Very well. Shall we do this in the usual manner?"

"Yes, Sir." The 'usual manner' in this case was to take the punishment on her bare bottom. Normally, male teachers were not allowed to administer bare-bottom spankings to the girls. But during the previous school year, Mr. Jackson had had a number of opportunities to spank Mandy, and they had come to an unspoken agreement. If Mandy took her punishment bare-bottomed, then Mr. Jackson would not inform her parents. Mandy knew that the difference in pain intensity between bare-bottomed and panty-covered spankings was insignificant, and she wasn't shy about men seeing her butt.

Mr. Jackson lifted Mandy's pleated skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her white panties and tugged them down. He left them just below her bottom, so that her privates remained hidden.

Then the strap was in his hand. The strap was a Scottish-style punishment strap. It was about twenty-four inches long, including the handle, and one and a half inches wide. The leather was not thick, but it was somewhat stiff.

"Let's begin." Mr. Jackson stepped to one side, and aimed the strap. His arm went back, and then forward, and the strap cracked across the very center of Mandy's firm white buttocks. It left a brilliant red stripe on her skin, but coaxed only a grunt and slight jerk from Mandy.

Several seconds were allowed for Mandy to relax and prepare for the next stroke. The second lash connected just below the first; the third just above the first. Each stroke was followed by a few seconds of recovery time.

Mandy was taking her punishment well, being quite accustomed to that kind of pain. School spankings were generally less severe than the ones she got at home. Still, before the whipping was halfway over her reactions to the strokes were becoming more dramatic. Her grunts and gasps turned into cries and yelps. By the twentieth stroke she was crying. One disadvantage to leaving her privates covered by her panties during a bare-bottom spanking was that it left less area available to be struck. The panties, bunched across her sit spot, would absorb most of the impact of any strokes delivered there, making the stroke ineffective. So all of the strokes had to be concentrated into a smaller area.

The strapping finally ended, but Mandy remained bent over for several minutes, waiting for her crying to subside, and rubbing her burning butt with her hands. Mr. Jackson eventually tugged her panties back up, making her gasp and wince at the contact with her well-whipped ass, and lowered her skirt.

"You may go, Mandy. I hope you've learned your lesson. I expect to see no more cheating in my classroom."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Mandy gathered her books and left the room.

Steffi was waiting for Mandy when she emerged, red-faced, from the classroom. She had heard, through the closed door, the sounds of the strap striking Mandy's bottom, and Mandy's cries of pain.

"Mandy! Are you okay? What did he do?" Steffi blurted out.

"He gave me thirty with the strap. No big deal," Mandy replied, feigning indifference.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mandy! I didn't mean for you to get in trouble!" Steffi cried.

"Shhh!" Mandy said, pulling Steffi away from the classroom door. "Don't let him hear you," she whispered.

"Oh, yeah." Steffi was feeling guilty. "Why... why did you say you were the one who cheated?"

"Hey, that's what friends are for," Mandy said, smiling and putting an arm around Steffi's shoulders. "I figured I could take it better than you."

Steffi still felt guilty. "I'll make it up to you, Mandy. I promise!"

"Well of course you will," Mandy said, "And sooner than you think!" She gave Steffi a mischievous grin.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see. You're still coming over to my house, right?"

"Yeah. My mom said it was okay."

"Cool! You can make it up to me when we get there."

Steffi was still wondering what Mandy meant when they arrived at Mandy's house. Nobody else was there when they went inside.

"Go ahead and go up to my room. I'll be up in just a minute," Mandy said.

"Okay." Steffi trotted up the stairs and down the hall to Mandy's room. She dropped her book bag on the floor and sat on the bed.

Two minutes later, Mandy came in the room, with her hands behind her back. "Are you ready to make it up to me?" she asked.

"Okay, I guess so. What do you want me to do?" Steffi looked uncertainly at her friend.

"Since I took a spanking for you, now I get to spank you!" Mandy said. She brought out her hands from behind her back and showed Steffi the small paddle she held in one hand and the belt she held in the other.

"No!" Steffi cried out immediately.

Mandy gave her friend a hurt look. "I thought you were my friend, Steffi. I thought you wanted to make it up to me." She turned as if she was going to leave the room, saying, "If you just want to take advantage of the way I bailed you out, that's fine." Turning to look at Steffi again, she said, "I'll just tell Mr. Jackson the truth tomorrow."

"Wait!" Steffi cried. "If... if you tell Mr. Jackson, he'll spank me, and then he'll tell my parents, right?"

"That's right. I wasn't going to spank you as hard as he would. But if you'd rather..."

"No! I'll... I'll let you. I'll let you spank me." Steffi was already starting to cry, more upset about hurting her friend's feelings than she was about getting spanked herself.

"Do you mean it?" Mandy asked.

"Yes! You can even spank me as hard as Mr. Jackson spanked you!"

"Okay." Mandy sat on the bed beside Steffi. "Since we're friends, I'll spank you over my knee. That's how friends should do it." Mandy guided the nervous Steffi across her lap and lifted her skirt, then started to tug her panties down.

"Not bare!" Steffi protested.

"Steffi, it hasto be bare!" Mandy said, sounding a bit exasperated. "That's the best way to get a spanking. Besides, Mr. Jackson spanked my bare ass."

"But... I didn't think guy teachers could do that."

"Well, they really aren't supposed to. But remember that deal we made with Mr. Phillips, when he caught us skipping gym class?"

"Yeah..."

"I have the same kind of deal with Mr. Jackson. We didn't actually talk about it. It just worked out that way."

"How did that happen?" Steffi asked, curious.

"I always get spanked bare-ass at home, so the first time Mr. Jackson spanked me, I automatically pulled my panties down. He was the first guy teacher to ever spank me, and I didn't know they weren't supposed to do it that way." Mandy started rubbing Steffi's butt. "He asked me why I pulled my panties down, and I told him. He just said, 'If you prefer.' He pulled them back up to cover my pussy, though, 'cause I'd pulled them down to my knees. Said he didn't need to see that." Both girls giggled at that last bit.

"Then he just spanked me. He didn't say anything else. When I got home that day, I expected to get another spanking from my dad because of it. But he never said anything about it. A few weeks later it happened again, and my dad still didn't spank me at home. So I figured out that Mr. Jackson wasn't telling him. After that, I always let him spank my bare butt."

"Aren't you embarrassed?" Steffi asked.

"No, I'm used to getting spanked that way. Now, are you ready for your spanking?" Mandy was eager to spank her friend.

"I guess so," Steffi replied.

"Then here we go!" Mandy said. She picked up the paddle and smacked Steffi's ass with it. Hard.

"OOOOW!" Steffi hollered. "Mandy, that really hurt!"

"Well, DUH!" Mandy answered her. She smacked Steffi's butt again, and again, and again.

"Oweee! Ouch! It hurts! Hurts!" Steffi squealed. Mandy was spanking her really hard! She tried to reach back to protect her butt, but Mandy caught her wrist.

"Oh no you don't! You're getting as many as I got!"

Steffi whimpered, but settled down. "I can take it," she thought to herself.

Mandy stopped paddling Steffi after fifteen smacks. "Okay, stand up. I'll give you the rest with the belt."

Both girls stood, Steffi crying and rubbing her butt vigorously. Mandy directed Steffi to bend over at the waist and rest her hands on the bed.

Then Mandy picked up the belt.

Mandy had to raise Steffi's skirt out of the way, and she tucked it into the waistband just like Mr. Jackson had done. "Okay, fifteen more, Steffi."

The belt crossed the center of Steffi's well-paddled butt. Steffi shrieked and stood straight up, grabbing her ass. "Oooooooow!" she wailed. In a moment she regained control and reluctantly bent over again. "Please, not so hard, Mandy!"

"You said I could spank you just as hard as Mr. Jackson, Steffi." Mandy drew back her arm and whipped Steffi again, just as hard as before. And again, Steffi stood up and grabbed her butt. "Steffi, this is going to take all day if you keep standing up like that!" She pushed Steffi back down into position. "Try to stay down, okay?"

"O-o-okay..." Steffi whimpered.

Steffi forced herself to remain in position while Mandy whipped her ass thirteen more times, but she wailed in pain through the whole spanking. When it was over, she collapsed, face down, onto the bed. She was sobbing loudly.

Watching her friend crying and rubbing her hot bottom, Mandy felt a pang of remorse. She realized that Steffi couldn't handle a spanking as well as she could. She had been too interested in finding out what it would be like to give a spanking, and hadn't thought about Steffi's feelings.

Mandy laid down next to Steffi and stroked her hair. "I'm sorry, Steff..."

"That really fucking hurt, Mandy!" Steffi shot back.

"I know. I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have done that to you." Mandy thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you spank me? Then we'll really be even."

Steffi turned her face toward Mandy. "What?"

"Spank me. I... deserve it."

"No, Mandy, I don't want to do..."

"I mean it, Steff! I'm going to feel terrible if you don't. Please?"

"Are you sure?" Steffi was considering the idea.

"Yes. Spank me, and then we'll both feel better."

"Well... okay."

"Here, I'll lie down on the bed so you don't have to sit down right away." As Steffi stood up, Mandy prostrated herself face down on the bed. She reached back to flip her skirt up. "Now, pull my panties down, and use the belt."

Steffi dragged Mandy's white cotton panties down her legs. She gasped when she saw Mandy's butt, and wondered if her own looked the same. "Mandy, your butt is already sore!"

"That's okay. Just do it," Mandy begged.

Steffi raised her arm and brought the belt down on her friend's butt. Mandy flinched at the contact, but the pain was only from the contact with her already-spanked cheeks, not from the stroke itself.

"Harder, Steffi. I didn't feel that at all."

"But..."

"As hard as you can, Steff!"

Steffi took a deep breath and whipped Mandy again, but much harder than the first time. Mandy gasped and jumped.

"That's better. Whip me thirty times."

Steffi tearfully forced herself to whip Mandy again and again and again. She didn't notice when Mandy slipped a hand under herself.

Mandy's fingers located her clitoris and started rubbing it. She didn't want Steffi to know how much this spanking was turning her on, so she rubbed gently. She came while Steffi was still whipping her, but her orgasm was disguised by her cries of pain. Her moans mixed with her sobs.

In a moment, Mandy stood up. She hugged Steffi and said, "Thanks, Steff. Now we're even for real. Just then, Mandy heard something.

"Shit! Rick's home! Put your underwear back on!" Mandy quickly pulled her panties up. Steffi found her's on the floor, and put them back on as fast as Mandy had. Both girls winced as the cotton dragged across their well-spanked butts.

They arrived downstairs just as Mandy's older brother, Rick, was coming in the front door. The tall, handsome young man smiled at Steffi.

"Hi, Rick," Steffi said, shyly. She'd had a crush on him for about a year.
"Hi, Steffi," Rick said, looking Steffi up and down.
"Steffi was just visiting for a few minutes," Mandy said.
"Yeah. I've got to get home for dinner, though. I'll see you guys later!"

Steffi left by the front door, surreptitiously rubbing her sore bottom through her skirt as she headed in the direction of home.

Mandy smiled. "That was fun," she thought to herself. But then she looked at Rick...

Steffi: 30 spanks Mandy: 60 spanks

Chapter Seven: Sibling Rivalry (Mandy)

(m/f, incest, spanking, breast whipping, cons)

Mandy looked at her brother, Rick, who was gazing out the window watching as Steffi disappeared down the sidewalk. She knew that Steffi had a crush on her brother, and she suspected that Rick was interested in Steffi, too. But that's not what was foremost in her mind. Rick hadn't said anything yet, but she knew she was going to be in trouble, in one form or another.

Rick turned to his younger sister once Steffi was out of sight. He could tell by the look on her face that she knew what he was thinking. With a smirk on his face, he said, "Having friends over when Mom and Dad aren't here?"

"Oh, shut up, Rick," Mandy huffed.

"You know the rules, Mandy. And you know I have to tell Mom and Dad." He grinned when he said the next words. "And you're gonna get a whipping!"

"Rick! Please, don't tell them! You know how bad I'll get it!" Mandy pleaded with her seventeen-year-old brother.

"Oh, you don't want me to tell them?" Rick teased. "Hmmm. I suppose I could be convinced to keep my mouth shut. Like, if I were to punish you myself..."

"I'll let you!" Mandy blurted. "Just don't tell them! Please?" Rick had spanked her plenty of times anyway, and even though he spanked hard, it wouldn't be as bad as what Daddy would do.

"I'll want to punish you naked, of course."

Of course, thought Mandy.

"Go ahead and take off your clothes now."

Mandy shrugged and got undressed. She folded her clothes neatly and held the bundle in her hands while Rick leered at her. The room was a bit chilly, and Mandy could feel her nipples hardening. She knew Rick noticed, too.

"All right, let's go upstairs and get started." Rick motioned toward the stairs. He noticed the marks on his sister's butt as soon as she turned around. "Holy shit, Mandy! What happened to your ass?"

"I got a spanking, moron," Mandy shot back.

"Well no shit," Rick replied. "I mean what for?"

"I let Steffi copy my math test the other day. She copied every answer exactly, so naturally we got caught. I took the blame and said that Icopied her.So Mr. Jackson strapped me."

"Shit. Mandy, they can't spank you that bad at school!"

"Well, um, I got two spankings today."

"You were dumb enough to get in trouble twice?" Rick couldn't believe

it.

"I'm not that stupid, Rick."

"Then what..."

"Then I brought Steffi home and spanked her. You know, to even things

up. But she cried so hard that I just ended up feeling guilty. So... I let her spank me."

"Damn. I wish I'd been here to see that!"

"I'll bet you do!" Mandy laughed.

"Yup. Okay, upstairs." Rick shooed Mandy up the stairs, and let her lead the way to his bedroom. There, he sat on his bed and directed her to bend over his lap. "I have to tell you that Mr. Jackson and Steffi did a good job here." He rubbed Mandy's butt, feeling the heat and the raised welts.

"You're telling me," Mandy said with a wince.

"Well, you're still getting it from me." Rick delivered a hard hand spank to Mandy's right buttock.

"Eeeeeyoooow!" Mandy squealed. Her legs kicked violently as her body shook with pain.

Rick slapped Mandy's ass a few more times, with similar results. He stopped and said, "You know, if I spank you too much, you're gonna have a real hard time sitting. Mom and Dad will notice for sure!"

"Then don't spank me and don't tell them!" Mandy responded.

"Oh, no, you're not getting off that easy!" Rick thought for a moment, then said, "There's something else I've been wanting to try. Get up." The spanking ended at ten swats.

Wondering what Rick was up to, Mandy laid down on her back on the bed as he directed her, with her arms at her sides. She was surprised when Rick straddled her waist, pinning her arms to her side. She didn't object when he started rubbing her boobs and pinching her nipples. He'd done that before. Only when he pulled his belt from its loops did she start to get an inkling of what he was up to.

"No! No, Rick!" yelled Mandy.

"It's either this, or I tell... besides, you might find out you like it just as much as you like getting spanked!"

"I don't like getting spanked!"

"Right. Of course not," Rick chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll go easy this time." Holding the belt so that a one foot length swung from his hand, Rick slapped his sister's left tit. Mandy squealed in pain, and a bright pink spot appeared on her small, firm breast.

Struggling under her brother, Mandy cried, "That really hurts!"

"Good," Rick said. He lashed Mandy's right tit, then her left again. Most of the lashes struck her nipples directly, and soon both tits were blushing with heat and Mandy was sobbing. He kept whipping her, alternating between her little breasts, until he had administered ten to each. "There. That's it."

Rick stood up, and Mandy's hands flew to her poor boobs. She tried unsuccessfully to rub the pain away, but she got her crying under control in a couple minutes. "You won't tell, now?" she asked.

"We just need to seal the deal, if you know what I mean." Rick unzipped his pants and took out his erect dick.

Mandy sighed. "Yeah. I know what you mean." She slipped off the bed and onto her knees on the floor in front of her brother. Mandy looked at his six-inch cock for a moment, then wrapped her fingers around it. She stroked the hard shaft a few times, then took it into her mouth.

Rick moaned when his little sister started sucking on his dick. He watched her head bobbing up and down on his shaft, and thought to himself how lucky he was. Mandy was one of the prettiest girls at her all-girl school, and she liked sex. The two of them had played little sex games - mostly of the 'playing doctor' variety, ever since they were little kids. When Mandy lost her virginity a year ago to one of Rick's friends, he soon found out. It hadn't taken much effort to coerce Mandy into taking their 'games' a step further.

It was good for Rick that Mandy liked sex. Because all of his friends had the hots for her he would sometimes fix her up with one of them, especially when he needed a favor. One time, he actually set her up with twoof his friends on the same night. He always got the details from his friends the next day. Yeah, his little sister was kind of a slut. That was okay with Rick, because he too got some side beneifts.

Of course, Mandy didn't seem to like doing it with him. But Rick figured that was just because they incorporated it into the punishments he'd administer to her. Today's session wasn't the first time she'd allowed him to spank her in exchange for not telling their parents about some misbehavior. So she probably considered this to be part of her punishment.

Mandy looked up at Rick and licked the length of the underside of his cock. Her face was expressionless as she took him to her tonsils. Despite being only fifteen, Mandy was good at giving blowjobs. She applied strong suction, and she could tell that Rick had gotten even harder since she started sucking him.

Rick closed his eyes and enjoyed the fellatio his sister was performing. But he didn't want to come yet, so after a couple minutes he said, "Okay, that's enough. Just one more thing, and we'll be done. Get on the bed."

Mandy got up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. She laid back and opened her legs. Immediately, Rick got between her legs, and after a few clumsy attempts he slid his cock into her pussy. He heard Mandy gasp when he entered her. "You ready to be fucked, Mandy?" Rick asked.

"Yeah! Fuck me, Rick!" Mandy spread her legs wider when her brother started pumping in and out of her. Secretly, she hoped that he would last longer this time than he usually did.

Grunting with each thrust, Rick pounded his cock into Mandy. In the back of his mind, Rick knew what they were doing was wrong. But he didn't care. It felt too good for him to care. His sister's pussy was hot and wet and tight. Sure, he could get sex from other girls, but other girls weren't as hot as Mandy. He could hear his sister breathing hard.

"Does that feel good?" Rick asked. He knew he was going go blow soon.

"Yeah..." Mandy, of course, was nowhere near climax.

"I'm gonna come!" Rick yelled. Knowing the inherent risks if he were to impregnate his sister, Rick pulled out of her. He stroked his dick and began shooting his load. "Shit!" he shouted. The thick, white, sticky globs of jizz flew through the air and landed on Mandy, splattering from her belly to her tits. Rick collapsed to his knees.

Rick recovered a moment later and said, "All right, Mandy, you're in the clear. Mom and Dad won't find out you got spanked at school. Now you'd better go get cleaned up, before they get home!"

Mandy said, "Thanks for not telling, Rick." She didn't acknowledge the sex. Picking up the bundle that was her school uniform, she left her brother's room. She dropped the bundle in her own room, then it was back down the hall to the bathroom.

Door locked behind her, Mandy started the shower. It heated up quickly. Before stepping into the tub, Mandy used her fingers to scoop her brother's semen from her belly and chest. She licked her fingers clean, savoring the salty-sweetness of the white goo. She didn't dare let Rick know how much she liked the taste. If he found out, he would probably start making her suck him to climax so that he could finish in her mouth, and then she'd never get him to fuck her. Quickly, she licked up and swallowed the rest of it, then stepped into the shower.

Now she would finish what Rick started. As usual, Rick hadn't lasted long enough to bring her to climax. "Typical," she thought. Her brother wasn't alone in that. None of the guys she'd slept with lasted long enough. The biggest advantage to letting Rick screw her was that she could immediately finish the job herself, in private.

Mandy gasped when the steaming hot water hit her hot, well-spanked butt. She liked it. It enhanced the sensations when she reached between her legs and touched her clit. Moans came from her throat when she started to vigorously rub herself there. When she touched her recently-whipped breasts, she found herself even more aroused.

Fingers flying in her slit, Mandy held her bottom under the shower of hot water while one hand rubbed her boobs and pinched her hard nipples. The feeling was incredible! The combination of pain in her tits and ass and tingling heat in her pussy brought her off faster than ever before. At the instant of orgasm she squeezed hard on one breast, and went over the edge with the most powerful climax she'd ever experienced! It was almost too much for her, and she sank slowly to her knees.

Mandy was totally surprised at how the painful heat in her tits worked to enhance her orgasm. There and then, she promised to "encourage" Rick to whip them again. That was just too good.

Mandy: 10 spanks, 20-stroke breast-whipping

Chapter Eight: The Piano Lesson (Steffi)

(M/f, spanking, serious, nc; M/f, spanking, severe, nc)

Fumbling through the difficult classical piece on the piano, Steffi was keenly aware of how poorly she was playing. Worse, she knew that her teacher was noting each and every mistake. When she reached the end of the song, she folded her hands in her lap and stared at the piano keys.

The piano teacher, Mr. Sanderson, said, "I'm disappointed, Steffani. That was terrible!" The old man clucked his tongue at his young student. "I really expect better of you."

"I... I know," Steffi mumbled. "But this song is hard!"

"Steffani, I've been teaching you for six years. This piece should be well within your capabilities." He took a folded sheet of paper from the notebook on his lap. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this."

"Um, come to what?"

Mr. Sanderson handed the paper to Steffi. "Here is a letter your father sent me. You probably won't like what it says."

Steffi unfolded the paper. It was a short note, written in her father's handwriting.

"Dear Mr. Sanderson," it began, "I have grown very dissatisfied with Steffani's apparent lack of progress in her piano playing. While neither I nor my wife are musicians, we can still tell that Steffi is not playing well.

"If her performance in other areas is any indication, I must attribute her poor playing to inattention and laziness. I cannot fault your teaching, as you came highly recommended by several people.

"I have come to the conclusion that Steffani is in need of motivation. To that end, I am authorizing you to provide that motivation. You are free to punish her in any way you see fit. Rest assured that you will suffer no repercussions for any actions you choose to take."

"Sincerely, Jacob McAllister."

Steffi stared at the letter, dumbfounded. "How could Daddy do this to me?" she whispered. She looked up at her teacher and said, "You aren't really going to... punish me... Are you, Mr. Sanderson?"

"Oh, I most certainly am, young lady." Mr. Sanderson had a small smirk on his face. "Believe it or not, your father is not the first parent to issue such instructions. I feel that, because he is the one paying me, I am compelled to follow his instructions. Please, stand up."

"Mr. Sanderson, please..."

"I'm sure you don't want me to have to tell you father that you were being uncooperative," said the teacher, raising his voice. "It will be easier on you if you do as I say."

Trembling, Steffi stood. Her heart was pounding. "How could Daddy have done this?" she thought again.

Mr. Sanderson lifted the seat of the piano bench and took an eighteen-inch ruler from inside, then lowered the seat again. He stood and said, "Step behind the bench and face the piano, Steffi." When his student had complied, he continued, "Bend over and place your hands flat on the seat." The teacher watched the way Steffi's blue jeans stretched taut across her petite bottom when she bent.

Steffi waited, trembling. She was furious at her father for allowing such a thing, and afraid of the spanking. "Aaaah!" she cried when the hard wooden ruler cracked across her butt. That stung! "Ow!" The second blow was as hard as the first, and she tried to fight back the tears she felt coming. "Oooooowwwieeeee!" she howled when the third blow landed. It was definitely harder than the first two, and the pain made the tears flow. Steffi started to cry, and the spanking continued.

The old piano teacher certainly knew how to spank a girl. He spanked with a steady pace, allowing three or four seconds between swats. The spanks covered the girl's whole bottom, from the tops of her buttocks to the crease where her cheeks met her thighs. And each blow was hard, too. Mr. Sanderson kept spanking her for several minutes, until Steffi's knees were buckling each time he struck her ass.

"Please stoooop! Stop! It hurts!" Steffi wailed and cried, and tears poured from her eyes. She had never been spanked with a ruler before, and was surprised at now much it hurt. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to be sporting some serious welts on her ass!

"I will stop when I'm good and ready!" Mr. Sanderson emphasized his words with an especially hard spank that made Steffi howl and stand straight up. The girl was rubbing her butt and dancing in place. "Get back down, Steffi. We're not finished!"

Miserably, Steffi returned to her bent position. Sobbing, she braced herself for more spanking. And she got plenty more. Mr. Sanderson didn't quit spanking her until he had smacked her ass one hundred times. Steffi wept bitterly while she rubbed her ass.

When Steffi finally settled down, Mr. Sanderson said, "Now you will play this song again. I expect to hear fewer mistakes this time. Play it more slowly if you must, but make fewer mistakes!" He pointed at the sheet music and glared at his young student.

"No... you can't be serious... I can't sit down!" Steffi just stared at her teacher.

"I suggest that you have a seat and start playing, young lady." Mr. Sanderson's tone of voice left no room for argument. Tears in her eyes, Steffi gingerly sat down.

After adjusting the sheet music, Steffi hesitantly laid her fingers on the keyboard and started to play. As Mr. Sanderson suggested, she played it slower than the first time. Unfortunately, the pain in her bottom and her nervousness distracted her. She cried knowing that she was playing the song even worse than the first time. The final chord still ringing, Steffi bowed her head, fearing the worst.

"I'm sure you realize that that performance was disgraceful. Stand up!" Not waiting for compliance, Mr. Sanderson grabbed Steffi's arm and hauled her to her feet.

Panicking, Steffi wailed, "Noooooooooo! Please, Mr. Sanderson!"

"Be quiet! You deserve everything you're getting!" The teacher turned Steffi to face him. "Take your pants down."

Steffi just stared at him. "Y-you're gonna spank my bare butt?"

"Of course not. That would be inappropriate. You may keep your panties on. Now do it!"

Sobbing, Steffi unfastened her jeans. Instead of making her bend over this time, Mr. Sanderson ordered her to lie face down on the piano bench. She grabbed onto the bench's legs with her hands. Her skin crawled when she felt the old man adjusting her panties and smoothing them across her buttocks.

"Only fifty this time," said Mr. Sanderson, "since you don't have the protection of your jeans."

He raised the ruler and laid it hard across the center of Steffi's ass. Steffi's body jerked and her cheeks clenched, and she let out a loud shriek. The teacher whaled on her poor, burning butt over and over until Steffi was almost delirious with pain. Lacking the layer of her jeans, the blows felt sharper and hotter. When the count reached twenty, she couldn't stand it any more and she reached back to protect her bottom.

Stopping a blow just short of hitting Steffi's hands, Mr. Sanderson barked, "Hands away from your bottom!" When Steffi's hands moved back to the bench legs, the cruel spanking resumed. A few blows later, Steffi's hands shot back again. "Steffi, if you reach back again, I'm going to start all over! Now, get your hands away from your bottom!" The young girl sobbed miserably as she obeyed.

The remainder of the spanking was administered without interruption. When it was over, Steffi just laid there, weeping and rubbing her poor bottom. Mr. Sanderson glanced out the window. "I see your father is here to pick you up. You'd better compose yourself and pull your pants up."

Steffi slowly got to her feet. With great difficulty she got her pants up and fastened. She whimpered at the way the tight jeans squeezed her burning ass. Walking to the door was very painful. She turned at Mr. Sanderson's voice.

"Remember to practice, Steffani."

Giving her teacher an angry glare, she left.

Seeing the way Steffi sat, and the messy condition of her face, her father knew what had happened. "So I was right. You haven't been practicing very hard."

"Daddy! How could you let him do that to me?" Tears rolled down Steffi's face and she searched her father's face for sympathy. There was none to be seen.

Jacob put the car in gear and pulled away from the piano teacher's house. "I allowed it because you deserved it. Maybe now you'll practice harder. I don't like wasting money, Steffi, and when you thoughtlessly fail to practice the piano, you're wasting the money I spend on lessons."

"But Daddy..."

"No buts, Steff." He drove a bit further and then said, almost as an afterthought, "Oh, and we're going to finish this when we get home."

Steffi stared at her father. "He can't be serious," she thought.

"I'll call Mr. Sanderson to find out how many times he spanked you. You'll get the same from me at home."

Unable to believe what she was hearing, and starting to feel sick, Steffi turned away from her father and stared out the window. The ride home was too short.

"All right, Steffi, go inside. I'll be there in five minutes. When I come inside, I expect to find you standing in front of my chair naked, with your hands on top of your head. Go."

Knowing it was useless to argue, Steffi got out of the car and trudged up the driveway and into the house. Crossing the room she tossed her piano books on top of the piano. Slowly, but not too slowly because she knew Daddy would be there in a few minutes, she stepped in front of Daddy's chair and started undressing. Tears trickled down her cheeks while she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She dropped the blouse on the coffee table, then bent to untie her shoes. Her jeans came off next, and it was a relief to have them no longer squeezing her sore bottom, even though she knew the relief was only going to last for a few minutes. Reluctantly, Steffi took off her bra, and then stepped out of her panties. her undergarments joined her blouse and jeans on the coffee table.

Wearing only her socks, Steffi turned to face her father's empty chair. She placed her hands on top of her head and laced her fingers together, and waited. Humiliated by her nakedness, and fearing the spanking to come, she cried. To make matters worse, her father ended up making her wait like that for ten minutes instead of five.

Finally, Jacob strolled into the house. He picked up the telephone and dialed Mr. Sanderson. Getting the information he needed, he sat down in his chair in front of his daughter. He glared at her for a minute before speaking, and he could see her growing more and more nervous. "Go fetch the paddle, Steffi."

"Daddy, please..."

"Go get the paddle, dammit!" Jacob yelled, startling Steffi. He smiled to himself when he saw the way her small breasts jiggled when she jumped. When she turned to walk across the room, he could see how red her ass was. Mr. Sanderson had been quite thorough.

Steffi returned to her father and nervously handed him the big paddle. "Please, don't spank too hard, Daddy!" She was crying harder now, and she was afraid.

"I'll spank you as hard as I think I need to, Steffi. Now, get yourself across my knee, and let's get this over with." Jacob could see that his daughter was shaking as she draped herself across his lap. "So, Mr. Sanderson spanked you a hundred and fifty times?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."

"Then that's what you'll get from me." With that announcement, Jacob raised the paddle and smashed it down on Steffi's bare ass.

"Ooooooooooowwwwwwwieeeeeee! Daddeeeeeee! Nooooo!" Steffi shrieked in agony! The blow was much harder than any she'd received from Mr. Sanderson, and she knew there was no way she could take one hundred and fifty like that! "Not so hard!"

"Shut up and take it, girl! You deserve it!" Jacob whaled away on poor Steffi's ass, very hard. More than once, he had to stop and order to keep her hands out of the way. Finally, he ended up tightly holding both of her wrists behind her back with his strong left hand. Still she struggled mightily and kicked her legs furiously, and the room was filled with her shrieks and wails. But none of these distractions stopped Jacob from administering the paddling he felt she had earned.

The fourteen-year-old girl was in horrible pain. The earlier spanking had greatly sensitized her bottom, making this second spanking hurt even more. And the painful blows from the paddle just kept on coming, raining steadily on her burning, aching butt. Eventually, she ran out of strength to resist, and she slumped over Daddy's lap. Her ability to struggle deserted her, and she just laid there absorbing the harsh paddling.

Steffi didn't even realize the paddling had ended. She was in so much pain that it really didn't even make any difference. That paddle was much heavier and wider than Mr. Sanderson's ruler, and each blow hurt far more. When her father told her to stand up, she almost couldn't. She hurt so much that it was difficult to stand. Eventually though, with some effort, the sobbing girl managed to get to her feet. Her nakedness forgotten, she stood there gingerly rubbing her bottom and crying.

"I hope this has taught you a lesson, Steffani." Jacob said. "From now on, I hope you will work harder at the piano. Because if you don't, we'll have to do this all over again."

"I'll try, Daddy, I'll really try!" Steffi wailed. "I promise I'll do better!"

"For your sake, I hope you do. Now, go to your room. If you want to come down for dinner later, that's up to you. If you do decide you want to eat, I want you to put on those tight little short shorts of yours before you come down." Jacob thought for a moment, then continued, "In fact, I think wearing those shorts after a spanking is a good idea. I want you to do that from now on."

Steffi stared at her father, then picked up her clothes and slowly and painfully climbed the stairs to her room. She dropped her clothes on the floor, then went into the bathroom where she wet a washcloth with cold water. Steffi gasped when she looked over her shoulder to inspect her bottom in the mirror. Her bottom was horribly bruised! She knew it was going to take several days for those bruises to fade.

Back in her room, Steffi laid herself face down on her bed. Reaching back, she laid the wet washcloth on her burning bottom. After some initial stinging, the cool water began to soothe the pain. But not nearly enough. When she thought about trying to get into her shorts, Steffi decided that she was going to miss dinner tonight.

Steffi: 300 spanks

Chapter Nine: Crossing Lines (Steffi & Mandy)

(MF/f, spanking, abusive; M/F, sex; f/f, sex, cons; M/f, spanking, severe)

When she heard her father bellowing at her to come downstairs, Steffi suddenly wished that she hadn't changed into her short shorts after school. The tone of Daddy's voice told her that she was in trouble for something, and that could only mean one thing: another spanking. As she approached the top of the stairs, there was a lump in Steffi's throat and butterflies in her stomach. Her butt had finally recovered from the spankings she'd gotten from Daddy and her piano teacher two weeks ago. Another punishment was the last thing she needed.

"Y-yes, Daddy?" Steffi said softly as she reached the living room. Her father was in his recliner, and her mother stood beside him. Both were scowling.

"I've got a bit of a mystery on my hands here, Steffani," said Jacob. "I bought a fifth of scotch last week. Expensive scotch, by the way. That bottle of scotch seems to have gone missing. Would you happen to know anything about that?"

"Um, no…" Steffi answered as her stomach twisted itself into knots. The truth was she knew exactly what had happened to the booze.

"Hmm. That's odd. You see, Steffi, I hadn't opened that bottle yet, so I know I didn't use it up. And we haven't seen your mother staggering around the house drunk, so we can be reasonably certain that she didn't drink it either." Jacob paused before continuing. "We haven't had any guests in the house since I bought the whisky. I'm afraid that leaves you."

"Daddy, I don't know what happened to it," Steffi protested. "Honest!" She shifted nervously from one foot to the other.

"I think you're lying to me, Steffani," replied Jacob. "Come over here."

"No, Daddy! Please! I didn't take it!"

"Steffani McAllister, get your ass over here right this minute!" Jacob shouted.

"You'd better obey your father, Steffani," Gail advised her daughter.

Whimpering, lower lip trembling, the fourteen-year-old slowly walked across the room. She stopped in front of her angry father's chair.

"Get yourself over my lap, Steffi. I'm going to get the truth out of you one way or another."

Already starting to cry, Steffi reluctantly draped herself across her father's thighs. Her sniffles immediately turned to gasps, because Daddy didn't wait to start spanking her. As her shorts rode up, Daddy's hand cracked against the tightly-stretched denim, imparting an intense sting to Steffi's butt. The blows came in rapid succession, and in no time at all he had struck her bottom ten times. But it didn't stop there. Twenty, then thirty hard spanks landed, and Steffi's rear end was getting warm.

"I didn't doooooooo iiiiiiiit Daaaaaaddeeeeee!" Steffi lied with a wail. She was already regretting her foolish decision to steal the whisky for her friends. They had promised her that they would get an older brother to replace it the next day, but they hadn't kept their promise. The young girl was angry with her friends, but she still didn't dare snitch on them, or admit her own wrongdoing. Maybe, she thought, if she held out and endured the spanking while sticking to her denials, Daddy would believe her. "Pleeeeease, Daddeeeeee!"

"You're going to tell the truth, Steffani," Jacob grunted as he rained more spanks on his daughter's butt. Forty, fifty… "and I'll just keep spanking you until you do!"

It's only a hand spanking, Steffi thought to herself. I can take it. I think.

At the one-hundred spank mark, Jacob stopped. "This just doesn't seem to be getting through to her, Gail." He glanced at his wife, then back down at the trembling form of his crying teenager.

"Maybe your message isn't getting through her shorts, Jacob," Gail replied.

"I think you're right. Stand up, Steffani!" He guided the girl to her feet. "Get those shorts off. Now." He glared angrily at his frightened daughter.

"Please, D-da…"

"Get them off!" Jacob shouted, making Steffi flinch. He stared hard at her while she hurriedly unzipped the skimpy denim shorts, slid them down her legs and stepped out of them. "Now get back across my lap!"

Still ashamed to be partially undressed in front of her father, Steffi was further embarrassed about the "little girl" panties she was wearing. Today had been laundry day, and the white cotton hip-hugger panties with the teddy bear print had been the only clean pair in her drawer.

"Now, I'll give you another chance, Steffi. Did you take the whisky?" Jacob's hand moved in circles on Steffi's burning cheeks.

"No."

Jacob sighed. "Very well. Let's continue." He raised his hand and laid into the fourteen-year-old's bottom once more. The relief Steffi had felt when she removed the skin-tight shorts was replaced by a new, more intense pain. The thin panties offered considerably less protection than the shorts had. Jacob could see reddened flesh peeking out below the panties' leg holes.

Now Steffi wept openly. The burning pain in her bottom was growing worse and worse with each smack to her panties. Still, she kept her resolve. She didn't confess when, after her father had spanked her panties fifty times, he paused to give her a chance. And so it continued. Fifty more stinging slaps crossed her tender bottom.

"One more time, Steffi. You can stop this spanking whenever you want to by admitting to taking the whisky."

"I-I didn't take it," Steffi replied in a barely audible whisper.

"All right then," Jacob said, matter-of-factly.

Steffi began to relax, thinking she had finally convinced Daddy that she was innocent. But her whole body tensed, and her eyes widened at his next words.

"Gail," Jacob said as he started tugging Steffi's panties down her legs, "will you please bring me the paddle?"

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Mandy was grounded, which is why she was at home, alone, while her parents were at Rick's football game. She had been out a bit past curfew last night. So after school she had gotten a good hard spanking from her father, and had been told she was grounded for the weekend. That meant no football game.

So Mandy, being who she was, was getting into mischief at home. She was in her brother's room, and was digging into his footlocker. Moving a few items aside, she found what she was looking for: Rick's secret porno tapes. Her favorite tape was right on top of the stack. Quickly, she turned on Rick's TV and VCR and popped the tape in, then sat on the edge of Rick's bed. The first scene showed a blonde with large tits and a muscular man having sex. She knew the scene by heart: the woman would give the man a blow-job, then they would have sex doggy-style, and the man would pull out and come on the woman's butt. By the end of the scene, Mandy had hiked up her skirt and had her fingers down the front of her panties.

The second scene was just a brunette by herself, masturbating with a dildo. Mandy, wishing she had a dildo too, now had her panties around her ankles and had two fingers up inside herself. Eyes glued to the screen, she timed it just right and came at the same time as the actress. She liked the way her pussy tightened around her fingers when she came. When the actress climaxed again, so did Mandy.

The last scene was Mandy's favorite. Two men, one black and one white, were having their way with a petite, short-haired redhead. Every time she watched this scene, Mandy was awed by the size of the black man's dick. She was surprised that he could fit it into that tiny redhead's pussy! But listening to the girl squeal when the black guy was fucking her made Mandy wish she knew a guy with a dick that big. What really made the scene hot for Mandy, though, was the way the two men were ordering the girl around, and the way the girl obeyed every command she was given. It seemed like the girl was a plaything for the men. It was especially hot when the girl was on all fours - the black guy was screwing her from behind, and the white guy was kneeling in front of her and shoving his dick down her throat.

The one time that Mandy had had sex with two boys, they had just taken turns fucking her. One guy watched while the other pumped in and out of her, then they traded places after the first guy shot off. It had been a new experience for Mandy, and she hadn't thought of having both guys inside her at the same time. She hoped she would have the chance again sometime. Staring at the erotic scene on the TV, Mandy opened her blouse and unfastened the clasp between her breasts. While she furiously rubbed her pussy with one hand, she started massaging her boobs with the other. Soon, she felt yet another climax approaching…

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"Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Please stop Daddeeeeeee! Stoooooooooop!" Steffi was in a lot of pain. Her father was mercilessly pounding her bare bottom with the paddle, and he showed no sign of stopping. "It hurts, Daddy! It hurts!"

"Damn right it hurts," Jacob said, "and it's gonna hurt a lot more if you don't confess!" Again and again, Jacob raised the paddle and brought it crashing down on Steffi's poor butt. He was starting to get very angry. He'd struck his daughter's ass with the paddle sixty times so far, and she still hadn't confessed to taking the liquor. "And you will confess!" Jacob could see the bruises starting to color Steffi's ass.

Steffi was crying so hard by this time that she could hardly speak. She couldn't remember Daddy ever spanking her this hard before. As the pain in her bottom got worse and worse, Steffi felt her resolve to stick to her story slipping away. Even so, she tried to hold on. But she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. She hardly had the strength left to struggle.

"Did" WHACK "you" SMACK "take" WHAM "the" CRACK "whisky?" POW! Jacob walloped Steffi's ass over and over, and he put all of his strength behind each blow. Surely, he thought, Steffi would confess soon. But if she didn't, he would keep spanking until she did.

When Daddy paused after the one-hundredth agonizing blow, Steffi broke. "I did it!" she wailed. "I took it! Please stop spanking meeeeee!" Her face was beet-red and streaked with tears, and her body shuddered and heaved with her sobs.

"Oh, you did?" Jacob said sarcastically. He gave his daughter's ass a rough squeeze and continued, "Then you've been lying to me this whole time. I don't like lying, Steffani. You're going to pay for that! Get up!" He made Steffi stand, then stood himself. He handed the paddle to his wife and said, "Here, Gail, keep her ass warm for me."

Gail took Jacob's place in the chair, and dragged Steffi down across her lap. "Where are you going, Jacob?"

"To get my belt."

Jacob left the room, and Gail went to work on Steffi. "You should know better than to lie to us, Steffi."

"I'm sorry Mommy! Please please please don't spank me any more!" Steffi inhaled a big gulp of air and continued, "My butt hurts so baaad!"

"It's your own fault! If you had confessed right away, you would only have been spanked for taking the liquor." Gail dealt a tremendous blow to Steffi's already battered ass. "But since you decided to lie, we had to persuade you to tell the truth. Now you're going to suffer the consequences of your lying!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Steffi wailed in misery. Her mother didn't spank as hard as Daddy, but she made up for it by spanking very fast. The spanks stung like crazy, and made Steffi cry even harder.

Gail spanked so quickly that by the time her husband returned, she had smacked her daughter's butt forty-six times. Seeing Jacob brandishing his wide leather belt, she struck Steffi's bottom four more times to round the spanking up to an even fifty blows. "Stand up, Steffi," she commanded. "She's all yours, Jacob."

"Let's get that shirt off her. Maybe a little embarrassment will improve her attitude. And get rid of those panties, Steffani!" Jacob pointed at the panties, which were bunched around Steffi's ankles.

"Well, take off your shirt, Steffani," said Gail.

"No, please…"

"Then we'll do it for you!" Gail grabbed Steffi's wrists and raised her arms over her head. Jacob pulled the shirt up and off. Then, almost as an afterthought, Gail unfastened and removed her daughter's bra. Steffi stood there naked, blushing with shame and still crying her pain.

Jacob took Steffi's arm and marched her across the room to the sofa. Standing her at one end, he ordered her to bend over the arm. When Steffi didn't bend over quickly enough, Gail grabbed her and roughly shoved her into position. Then Jacob said, "Now, I'll teach you to lie!" His arm went up, and the doubled belt came down…

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While the videotape was rewinding, Mandy started digging through Rick's footlocker again to find the other illicit video she knew her brother had. The fifteen-year-old girl was still horny. It only took her a moment to find the tape, but when she picked it up she noticed something else — another video she hadn't noticed before. "Rick got a new one," she thought. She replaced the video she was holding and picked up the new tape. As soon as the tape in the VCR was finished rewinding she popped in the new one and pressed "Play".

The first scene started almost immediately. It looked fairly typical, with a well-muscled man having sex with a pretty, large-breasted blonde. Seated in front of the television once more, Mandy masturbated while the blonde on the screen kneeled on the floor and sucked the guy's big dick.

After the girl had sucked the guy for a couple minutes, she got up and laid on the bed, legs spread. The man wasted no time. He slapped his cock on her pussy a few times and then rammed it into her. As the man started fucking the blonde hard and fast, Mandy slipped two fingers back into her own pussy.

Mandy was always amazed at how long the guys in porn movies could keep it up. She wished that the teenage guys she knew — including her brother — could go that long. Maybe then they could make her come! She knew they couldn't, though, so she satisfied herself by masturbating to two orgasms before the actor finally reached his. Her fingers furiously rubbed her clit while she watched the man stroke his cock and shoot his jizz all over the blonde's stomach.

As the actor was shooting his last stream of goo, a brunette walked into the room and asked, "Is it my turn now?" Mandy laughed and said to the screen, "You're too late, girl!" But to Mandy's surprise, the man answered, "Oh yeah!"

The brunette approached, stripping off her clothes as she walked. Mandy watched, confused, as the man moved out of the way and sat at the head of the bed and leaned back against the wall. His dick was obviously limp. "What are they doing?" Mandy thought. She soon found out.

Mandy's eyes widened when the brunette leaned down and started licking the jizz off of the blonde's belly. Her eyes got even wider when the brunette kissed the blonde and spit the juices into her mouth. The blonde said to the brunette, "Fuck me with your tongue!" The brunette grinned and said, "Okay!" Mandy was astonished to see the brunette kneel down between the blonde's legs. The blonde propped herself up on her elbows and looked down as the brunette slid her tongue between her pussy lips.

"Lesbians!" Mandy said aloud. She watched, entranced, while the brunette licked the blonde to orgasm. When the blonde came a second time, Mandy suddenly came to the realization that when two girls are having sex, they don't have to stop when one of them has an orgasm. With that realization, she started paying attention to exactly what was happening on the screen. She wanted to know what to do, should the opportunity arise in her own life. Still touching herself, Mandy came again.

Soon, the brunette got on the bed, and now it was the blonde's turn to lick her pussy. The man, his dick still limp, was watching as intently as Mandy. He was stroking his cock while the brunette was licked to orgasm twice. The two women finally stopped licking each other, and then the brunette said, "Now all I need is a cock!" She turned to the man and took his now semi-erect member into her mouth and started sucking it. To Mandy's amazement, the man's dick got hard again, and he promptly put it to use fucking the brunette's brains out.

Mandy was in awe. She'd learned something from the scene: let the guy rest, and he can go again. She would have to remember that!

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The whipping Steffi got was horrible. One hundred strokes with her father's belt. He didn't just whip her ass, he whipped the backs of her legs, too.

Jacob put down the belt and said, "Go to your room, Steffi, and wait for me. I'm not through with you." Steffi didn't waste any time. She ran, stumbling and sobbing up the stairs.

Turning to his wife, Jacob said softly, "Is this turning you on like it's turning me on?" He pulled Gail close and stared into her eyes.

"You're reading my mind," Gail answered. Pressed against Jacob, she could feel the hardness in his pants.

"I'm going to go up and give Steffi a taste of the punishment she still has coming. Why don't you go wait for me in bed?" He kissed his wife on the lips, then gave her a playful shove toward their bedroom. He went to the coat closet and took out the new item he'd recently purchased. Then he headed up the stairs.

"I'm going to give you a break before you get the rest of your punishment, Steffani," Jacob said when he entered his daughter's room. But first, I'm going to give you a small sample of what you're going to get. Stand up."

"Please, Daddy, I'm sorry!"

"It's too late for that. Stack your pillows in the middle of your bed."

"Daddy…"

"Do it now, Steffi. Do you want this to get even worse?"

Steffi stared miserably at her father and eyed the object in his hand. "Wh-what's that, Daddy?"

"This is an English school cane. I'm going to use it for your punishment for stealing my liquor. Now, do as I told you."

Knowing she had better not argue any more, Steffi placed both of her pillows in the center of her bed, one atop the other.

"Good," said Jacob. "Now, lay face down across them, with your hips on the pillows." He observed the way the pillow raised his daughter's bottom into the air once she was in position. That bottom was well-marked, and very soon there would be narrow welts added to the bruises and and other coloration. "Put your hands over your head. Maybe you'd better hold onto the headboard."

Steffi winced when she felt the cane rubbing her bottom. She had already been spanked so long and hard that even the cane's light contact with her bruised flesh was painful.

"All right, Steffi. I'll give you one stroke of the cane. Then you can have a couple hours to think about the twenty strokes you've got coming." With those words, Jacob raised the cane. Then down it came.

The cane sliced across Steffi's bottom. leaving an angry red welt behind. Steffi sucked in her breath, and every muscle in her body tightened as the pain registered. The pain was worse than anything she had ever felt before. It was so intense and overwhelming that she didn't even realize she was holding her breath until she let it all out in a long, loud, miserable shriek of agony. Then she slumped over the pillows, defeated, her whole body shaking with deep sobs.

Jacob listened to his young daughter weep for a moment, then said, "Don't move from this room, Steffi. I want you to think about what you've done. We're going to finish this in two hours." With that, he turned and left Steffi's room. Then he headed for his own room, where Gail waited.

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Gail was naked and waiting on the bed when Jacob came into their room. Jacob grinned at his still-sexy wife and started stripping his own clothes off. "You won't believe how hard my cock is right now, babe!" His member came into view as he peeled off his briefs. "See what I mean?"

"Looks good to me," Gail said, licking her lips. "Why don't you bring that thing over here?" Jacob dove onto the bed beside his wife and laid on his back. Immediately Gail was on top of him, meeting his lips with hers and kissing him deeply. After a moment she pulled back and said, huskily, "I think I'm as horny as you are, Jake!" She kissed him again and then started kissing her way down his chest. A few light bites on his nipples, and then she was moving down his belly.

Finally, she reached his hard tool. Grinning up at Jacob, she grabbed his cock with one hand and stroked it several times. "Oooo... I like it," she said. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the full length of Jacob's seven-inch shaft. "Tastes good," she said, and then took the head into her mouth. A second later, she took the entire shaft down her throat, burying her nose in her husband's thick pubic hair. Pulling back slowly, Gail's eyes flashed mischievously at Jacob. She started humming while she sucked, and she felt Jacob's body shudder.

"Oh god!" Jacob exclaimed. "Damn, that's good!" Exquisite sensations vibrated through his manhood as Gail continued humming while she sucked his cock. He eagerly watched her head bobbing up and down, and he felt himself growing harder. Gail had always given good head. Jacob could remember the very first time she had sucked him off, when they were still in high school. She was enthusiastic back then, if inexperienced, and she had only gotten better in the years since. It was one of the reasons he had never been unfaithful to her.

Gail sucked her husband's dick expertly, continuing to hum while she sucked. The humming stopped only when she deep-throated him, which she did frequently. She alternated sucking and licking with taking him deep into her throat.

"Better stop before I pop," Jacob said, chuckling. "Come up here and sit on my face." He motioned to Gail with a crooked finger.

"Mmmm... okay," Gail replied. She rose to her knees and crawled toward Jacob's head. Then she was straddling him, her pussy hovering over his mouth. "Lick me, Jake!"

Jacob grabbed his wife's ass with both hands and drew her down toward his mouth. His tongue slipped between her folds, and he tasted her tangy sweetness as he licked the length of her slit. Gail gasped when Jacob shoved his tongue into her opening and pushed it in and out of her several times. Then his tongue was sliding up and down her pink slit again before coming to rest on her engorged clitoris. Jacob tickled Gail's clit with his tongue, and then his lips were on it, sucking and nibbling. Gail threw her head back and gasped as the pleasurable sensations shot through her body. She came in less than a minute.

"Fuck me, Jake!"

Jake did. Eagerly.

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When the pain had somewhat subsided, Steffi dragged herself to her feet. I can't take any more of this,she thought miserably. She thought for a moment about what she was going to do, then she made up her mind. After putting on a fresh bra and shirt, she found her loosest skirt and put it on. After enduring the pain of sitting long enough to put on socks and shoes, she slipped into her coat and cautiously opened her bedroom door. The coast was clear.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, she went to her parent's bedroom door and listened. When Daddy had sent her upstairs, she had paused at the top long enough to overhear him sending Mom to their room. Now, she could hear the sounds of her parents having sex. Disgusted, and starting to cry again, Steffi left the house as quietly as she possibly could. Then she started walking toward Mandy's house.

Steffi: 351 spanks

Chapter Ten: Discovery (Steffi & Mandy)

(f/f, lez, cons, first; M/f, spank, abusive, severe, humiliation)

Mandy's eyes were still glued to the television screen, watching yet another scene of lesbians making each other come. She had watched four scenes already, and now was on her fifth. The scene on the screen featured four sexy, naked women licking each other's pussies and fucking each other with big dildos and vibrators. Mandy had been masturbating the entire time she had been watching the porn, and she felt like she herself had had as many orgasms as she had seen in the videos. Her whole body was drenched with sweat.

She was feeling the aftermath of her most recent orgasm when she was startled by the sound of the doorbell ringing. "Shit!" she muttered under her breath. Hurriedly, she stopped the video and ejected the tape, then shoved it into its box and tossed it into Rick's footlocker. She turned off the television and VCR and closed the footlocker, then quickly adjusted her clothes as she hurried down the stairs. The doorbell rang twice more before she finally opened it. Steffi stood on the doorstep.

"Steffi! You're crying!"

"C-can I come in?" Steffi pleaded.

"Sure, come on in." Mandy stepped back to allow her best friend to enter the house. "What's the matter?" she asked as she closed the door.

"Is anybody else here?" Steffi asked.

"No, Mom and Dad are at Rick's football game. I had to stay home 'cuz I got in trouble. Anyway, tell me what's the matter, Steff."

"Can we go up to your room?"

"Okay, let's go."

The two young girls hurried up the stairs and in a moment they were in Mandy's room. "Okay, Steff, now will you tell me what's wrong?"

"I... I got a really bad spanking." Steffi burst into tears again.

"Really? It must have been bad, if you're still crying. But don't you get spanked a lot these days anyway, like I do?" Mandy was eager to hear what had happened. She hugged her friend to comfort her and to encourage her to continue.

"This one was worse than the other times," Steffi whimpered.

"What did your dad do? Why did he spank you?"

"Well, you remember I stole that bottle of whisky for Seth and Andy? They didn't get a new one like they promised, and my dad noticed it missing." Steffi lowered her eyes and continued. "So he asked me what happened to it, and I said I didn't know. Then he accused me of taking it, and of course I said I didn't. But he knew I was lying, so he started spanking me with his hand."

"Bare?"

"No, I had my shorts on. He spanked me that way for a long time. But when I wouldn't confess, he made me take off my shorts and then he spanked me on my panties. I still wouldn't confess, though, so he took my panties down and then he got the paddle and started hitting me with that. He paddled me for a long time, and it really hurt, and I couldn't take any more! So... I said I took the whisky."

"So that made him stop?" Mandy asked.

"No. He told my mom to keep paddling me, and he went and got his belt. Then they... then they made me take off all of my clothes," Steffi wailed. "It was so embarrassing! They said the hand spanking and the paddling was just to make me confess and now they were going to punish me for lying. They made me bend over the sofa, and then Daddy whipped me with his belt! I think he whipped me about a hundred times, Mandy! It hurt soooo bad! He even whipped my legs." Steffi turned to show Mandy the red welts on the backs of her bare legs.

"Ouch," said Mandy when she looked at Steffi's marks.

"And then..."

"He spanked you more?" Mandy asked, amazed.

"He sent me to my room and told me to wait because he still had to punish me for stealing the whisky. When he came to my room, he had this skinny stick thing..."

"A cane?"

"Yeah, that's what he called it. He only hit me with it once, but Mandy, that hurt more than anything I've ever felt in my life!" Tears trickled from Steffi's eyes as she continued, "Then he said he was going to give me a break for two hours and then I was going to get nineteen more with that awful cane! I knew I couldn't take any more of that cane, so I snuck out of the house while they were having sex..."

"They had sex after they spanked you?" Mandy gasped, incredulous. "Gross!"

"Yeah. So... here I am. I don't know what to do, Mandy! I'm afraid to go back!"

"Can... can I see your butt? I want to see how bad it is," Mandy said hesitantly.

"O-okay." Steffi and Mandy had seen each other naked plenty of times, in gym class and when they had sleep-overs, but Steffi was now a bit shy about baring herself. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and lifted her skirt. She had skipped panties when she dressed to leave her house, so didn't need to take any down.

Mandy gasped when she saw Steffi's battered, well-marked bottom. "Steffi, it looks really bad! I've gotten some bad spankings before, but never this bad! Does it hurt as much as it looks like it does?"

"Worse," Steffi said softly.

"Take off your skirt and lie down on the bed," Mandy said, "I've got some stuff that will help." While Steffi did as Mandy said, Mandy took a small tube of ointment from the top of her chest of drawers.

"Wh-what is that?" Steffi asked, sounding worried.

"It's some stuff to rub on your butt. It will help with the pain a little bit. I use it a lot when I get a bad spanking." Mandy didn't know what was in the cream, but she knew that it worked. Sitting on the bed beside Steffi, she squeezed a glob of the cool cream onto her friend's mottled bottom. As soon as she started to rub it in, Steffi cried out in pain.

"Ooooowie! That hurts, Mandy! Ow!"

"Calm down, Steff! It's going to hurt for a minute while I rub it in, but it will feel better pretty soon. Trust me!" Carefully, she spread the cream all over Steffi's rear end, while Steffi cried. But as she had promised, the painrelieving cream started to work, and Steffi started to relax.

As she worked the cream into Steffi's bottom and legs, Mandy started to think about the scenes she had just watched on her brother's porno tapes. The scenes with the girls. Picturing those scenes in her mind, she found herself looking at Steffi in a new way. For the first time, she noticed how nice Steffi's bare butt looked, or at least how nice it would look without all the horrible bruises and welts. Almost absentmindedly, Mandy's slipped her hand between Steffi's legs and massaged the cream on the insides as well as the backs of her thighs.

Cautiously, Mandy brushed her fingers against Steffi's sex. It was a very light touch, and Steffi said nothing. Moving carefully and continuing to rub the cream over Steffi's skin, Mandy again let her fingers gently touch her in her most secret place. This time, Mandy heard a soft gasp escape from Steffi's mouth. "Does it feel better now, Steff?" Mandy asked.

"Yeah, that feels good..."

"Your bottom feels good?"

"Yeah..."

"Or did you mean this?" Mandy once more brushed her fingers across Steffi's pussy, but this time allowed them to linger a bit longer.

"Um, yeah, I guess that feels good..."

"Does it bother you when I do that?" Now Mandy was taking cues from the boys who tried, usually successfully, to seduce her. She rubbed Steffi's bottom some more, and then allowed her fingers to boldly rest on Steffi's naked genitals.

"No..." While Steffi was informed about the mechanics of sex, and how babies were made, she was still quite naive. Only fourteen, she had never yet had a steady boyfriend and had only been kissed once. So far, none of the boys had tried to grope her. But now her best friend, a girl, was doing just that. She had no idea how to react, so she went along with it.

More confident now, Mandy started rubbing Steffi between the legs. She was encouraged when Steffi parted her legs slightly and allowed her to probe further. Soon Mandy could feel Steffi's sparse pubic hair between her fingers as she cupped her whole sex in her palm. She thought she heard Steffi moan softly.

Mandy moved up so that she was laying alongside Steffi. She stroked her friend's hair and whispered in her ear, "Are you sure you don't mind when I touch you down there?" She gave Steffi's ear a soft kiss.

"No, it's... okay. It... kinda feels nice..." Truthfully, Steffi was feeling a little confused. Mandy had never acted like this before. But they were best friends and she didn't want to tell Mandy to stop. Especially after Mandy had been so nice by making her bottom stop hurting so much. Mandy was probably just being silly. She was like that sometimes.

"I can make you feel really good, if you let me," Mandy whispered. She ran her fingers through Steffi's hair and kissed her on the neck. "Will you let me?"

"O-okay." Steffi was still upset about the — abusive was the only word she could think of — spanking Daddy and Mom had given her, and the way they had sex right after.

Mandy knew she was taking advantage of her vulnerable friend, but she wanted so much to try what she had seen in the videos. Who better to try it with than her best friend? "Turn over, okay?"

Steffi rolled over, and discovered that it didn't hurt when her bottom touched the bed. She didn't resist when Mandy started to lift her shirt. She just gazed up at her friend and waited to see what she would do. How would Mandy make her feel good?

"I want to see your boobs, Steff," Mandy said.

"You've seen my boobs lots of times," Steffi replied.

"I know, but... I want to touch them."

"Okay."

Mandy eagerly pulled Steffi's shirt off, and then she unfastened the clasp between Steffi's breasts to open up her bra. She gazed at Steffi's small, firm breasts. They were considerably smaller than those belonging to the porn stars Mandy had seen, but nevertheless she found herself getting aroused just looking at them. "They're so pretty, Steffi..." Mandy reached out and gave one of Steffi's boobs a gentle squeeze. Then, she couldn't hold back any longer. As she had seen the video lesbians do, she lowered her face to Steffi's breast and took the nipple between her lips and sucked. She squeezed the other breast with her hand. In just a few moments she heard Steffi gasping, then cooing.

"That feels really good, Mandy..."

"How about this," Mandy asked. She started sucking on the other nipple, and her hand moved back down between Steffi's legs. Instead of just brushing, though, she now slipped a finger between Steffi's labia and found her clitoris. Because she masturbated a lot and was familiar with her own pussy, she had no trouble finding Steffi's most sensitive spot. As soon as she touched the little bump, she felt a shudder go through Steffi's body. "You like that?"

"Yes!" Steffi gasped. "Do it again..."

"You got it!" Mandy started rubbing Steffi's clit in earnest, determined to get her off. She completely surprised Steffi by planting a kiss right on her lips. Then Steffi surprised Mandy by returning the kiss. Abandoning caution, Mandy kissed Steffi deeply, sticking her tongue into her mouth and finding Steffi's tongue wrestling with hers. Steffi's arms went around Mandy, and they kissed passionately, if clumsily, for several minutes. Mandy's fingers never stopped moving on Steffi's hard little clitoris.

When they finally broke the kiss, Steffi laid back and sighed, "Wow... that was way better than when Ronnie kissed me!"

"I know something even better than kissing, too!" Mandy said. With that, she slid down and put her head between Steffi's legs. "You're gonna love this, Steff." Mandy slid her middle finger inside of Steffi and discovered that she was hot and wet. Inhibitions completely gone now, Mandy's tongue darted out and touched Steffi's clit.

"Ooh! Oooooh!" Steffi cried out with pleasure. When Mandy started licking her down there, Steffi forgot all about her painful spanking. Pleasure shot through her nubile young body, and she unconsciously opened her legs wider to allow Mandy easier access. "Ooooh, that feels so good, Mandy! Don't stop!"

Smiling up at her best friend, Mandy licked her pussy faster and harder, just like she had seen those porn actresses doing. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that Steffi's pussy tasted really good to her. The taste was slightly sour, and slightly sweet. Mandy liked it. While her tongue danced on Steffi's clit, she stroked her finger in and out of her tight passage. After a few minutes she added a second finger.

Steffi was lost in pleasure. Never in her wildest imaginations did she think she would ever be doing something like this. But she desperately wanted it to continue. "Don't stop..." Mandy didn't. And soon after Mandy started to suck on her clit, Steffi came. Hard.

A loud, long, high-pitched squeal burst from Steffi's throat. Her body convulsed, and her legs clamped hard around Mandy's ears. The orgasm was the most intense, exciting, overwhelming thing the fourteen-year-old girl had ever experienced. Every nerve in her body was on fire. On top of everything else, Mandy never stopped licking while Steffi climaxed. As a result, as soon as Steffi's orgasm subsided, a second one hit her, almost as powerful as the first.

Mandy stopped licking after the second orgasm, and she watched with interest the aftermath. Steffi was just laying there with her chest heaving, her eyes closed and her mouth open. Mandy had experienced many orgasms of her own, but she had never seen another girl have one, except in the videos. She noticed that Steffi's real orgasms were different from the ones she witnessed in videos, which she knew were faked.

"I guess you liked that, huh?" Mandy asked with a grin.

Steffi opened her eyes to gaze up at her smiling friend. She smiled back. "Yeah. Wow. What... what was that? It was... wow."

Now Mandy knew for sure that Steffi had never come before. "That was your first orgasm, Steffi. I told you you would like it!" She leaned down and kissed Steffi again, on the mouth. Surprise registered in Steffi's eyes when she tasted herself on Mandy's lips.

"Will you... do it again?" Steffi pleaded.

"You do me now," Mandy said, "and then I'll do you again." Mandy pulled her own shirt off, and then her skirt. She lay down on her back beside Steffi and said, "Do my boobs like I did yours."

Nervously, Steffi unlatched Mandy's bra, which opened in front like her own. She giggled when Mandy's breasts, a bit larger than hers, bounced a little when they popped out of her bra. For a moment she just stared at them, as if she was seeing them for the first time.

"Touch them," Mandy encouraged.

Steffi reached out and tentatively stroked Mandy's right breast, then the left. "They feel nice..." More confident, she squeezed one and then the other. Then, like Mandy had done for her, she leaned down and started to suck on a nipple. She mimicked Mandy's earlier actions, and soon she was eagerly sucking on one nipple while rubbing and squeezing the other. To her surprise, it was fun, and Mandy's breasts felt good.

For Mandy's part, she was shivering at Steffi's touch. Plenty of boys had played with her tits, but none of them were as gentle about it as Steffi was being. This was a whole new feeling, and Mandy liked it. She let Steffi fondle her breasts for a long time, occasionally making suggestions and offering encouragement. To her own astonishment, she felt like she was close to coming already! But eventually she was ready for Steffi to go down on her. "Now eat me, Steff!" Mandy cried.

Steffi kissed Mandy deeply, then turned her attention to Mandy's lower regions. Before she could do anything, she had to strip off Mandy's thong panties. Once those were out of the way, she was finally face to face with Mandy's pussy. She rubbed it experimentally, and Mandy moaned in response. After a minute of rubbing, she cautiously slid her finger into Mandy's folds and touched her wetness for the first time. Then she took a deep breath and stuck the finger into Mandy's snug hole. She withdrew her finger and brought it to her lips, then tasted it with her tongue. Her eyes widened and she said, "It tastes good!"

"So start licking me, babe," Mandy laughed.

Steffi did. With no more hesitation, she brought her face close to Mandy's twat and slipped her tongue into her. She quickly found Mandy's clit and went to work returning the favor that had been done her. Her fingers slid rapidly in and out of Mandy and her tongue flew over her clit. Meanwhile, Mandy was rubbing, squeezing and pinching her own breasts.

The multiple sources of stimulation, combined with the fact that she was already worked up caused Mandy to come very quickly. She cried out in ecstasy and reached down to pull Steffi's face into her crotch. "Keep going, Steff! Keep going!" Steffi's licking and sucking increased in intensity, and in another moment Mandy climaxed again. When she recovered, she motioned to Steffi to come lay down beside her. "That was good, Steffi," she said, then kissed the younger girl. "The boys never do that." Then Mandy remembered something else she had seen in Rick's porn videos, something she had also done with boys.

Mandy laid on top of Steffi, straddling her thigh. Their breasts mashed together, and they began to kiss again. While they kissed, Mandy started to grind her pussy against Steffi's thigh and at the same time ground her own thigh into Steffi's sex. Soon both girls were breathing heavily.

Their lovemaking was rudely interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. The two teenagers quickly separated, and Mandy carefully peeked out of her bedroom window, which overlooked the front door. "Oh shit! Steffi, it's your dad!"

Instantly, Steffi's exiting new experiences fled from her mind, to be replaced by thoughts of the awful beating Daddy had given her. She began to cry, and as she scrambled into her clothes she whimpered, "What am I gonna do, Mandy? I don't want to go home with him!"

Thinking quickly, Mandy pulled on her seldom-used nightgown and then put on her bathrobe. All the while, the doorbell rang insistently. "You go out the back door. You can hide in Rick's old tree-house. I'll handle your dad - I'll pretend I was just going to bed. Maybe I can get rid of him!"

The girls crept down the stairs. At the bottom, Steffi headed for the back door. When she was out of sight, Mandy hollered at the front door, "All right, I"m coming!" When she was sure Steffi had escaped, she opened the door and feigned surprise. "Oh hi, Mr. McAllister - sorry I took so long - I was getting ready to go to bed."

"Hello, Mandy," said Jacob. "Sorry to bother you, but Steffani seems to have disappeared. I don't suppose you've seen her?"

"Gosh, no, Mr. McAllister. I haven't seen Steffi since school today."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Mandy was proven a liar when Mrs. McAllister appeared beside her husband, holding a weeping Steffi by the arm. She must have been waiting near the back door.

"Well, there she is. How about that?" said Jacob. "Why don't we all go inside for a moment?" Without waiting for an answer, Jacob and Gail entered the house, Gail dragging her daughter behind her. "Have a seat, Mandy."

Mandy backed up and sat down in the nearest chair, her father's recliner.

For the first time, she noticed the cane in Jacob's hand.

"You seem to have forgotten that you weren't finished receiving your punishment, Steffi," said Jacob. "I'm disappointed."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Steffi mumbled.

"Oh, you're going to be sorry all right! Take off your skirt. Now."

The terrified fourteen-year-old removed her skirt, not daring to disobey or argue.

"No panties?" Jacob bellowed. "You are just a glutton for punishment lately, aren't you?'"

"No, Daddy! I'm not!"

"Well you certainly act like it. Now, get yourself over that footstool there!"

"Daddy..."

"Move!" Jacob yelled. His frightened daughter quickly bent over the footstool. Jacob handed the cane to his wife. "I promised you nineteen more strokes of the cane, Steffi, but first..." He pulled his belt from its loops. "Let's deal with some other things."

The belt went up, the came down and burned a trail across Steffi's poor bottom. "This is for running off when I told you to stay in your room!" The belt went up and down, up and down, inflicting searing pain on his howling, miserable daughter. Jacob paused after fifteen strokes. "And this is for leaving the house without panties!" another twenty savage lashes elicited more shrieks from the girl. "And now..."

"Mr. McAllister, please!" Mandy protested, horrified at what she was seeing. Sure, she got severe spankings from her parents, but nothing as violent as what she was witnessing now.

Jacob turned to her and said, calmly, "I suggest that you keep your mouth shut, young lady. I'm going to be having a talk with your father about your part in this!"

Mandy shut up, but tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Jacob took the cane from his wife. "I suggest you hold her arms, Gail." When Gail had secured her daughter's wrists he continued, "Now let's finish what we started at home, shall we Steffani?" All Steffi could do was sob in response.

The cane was aimed, and then it whistled across Steffi's battered ass. Steffi's scream of pain was earsplitting. Cane strokes followed one after another, inflicting horrible pain on the poor teenager. Jacob drew out the punishment, allowing several seconds between strokes. For her part, Steffi struggled mightily, but could not break her mother's grip. The abusive punishment seemed to take forever, but the nineteenth stroke came at last.

Steffi was given no time to recover. Jacob and Gail hauled their weeping daughter to her feet. They dragged her to the door, not even allowing her to put her skirt back on. Steffi recoiled when Daddy opened the door and exposed her to the whole neighborhood.

Before leaving with his wife and daughter, Jacob turned to Mandy and gave her a frightening look. "Tell your father I'll be calling him tomorrow." With that, he turned and marched his half-naked daughter out the door and down the walk to his car.

Steffi was abject. She was in agonizing pain, and utterly humiliated. Her only consolation was the fact that it was a dark night, and perhaps nobody could see her.

All Steffi could do on the way home was cry.

Steffi: 54 spanks

Chapter Eleven: Complicity (Stefﬁ & Mandy)

(MMFF/f, humiliation; MFM/f, spanking, severe, humiliation)

The ride home from Mandy's house was miserable for Steffani. She was humiliated to have been beaten like that in front of Mandy, and she was utterly mortiﬁed that Daddy had made her walk from Mandy's front door to the car, naked from the waist down! Her face was still burning from the shame. And the pain! Stefﬁ was sure that Daddy was purposely driving over every bump in the road. Her bare, blistered bottom felt like ﬁre against the worn back seat of the car, and the bumps only made it worse.

Even through her pain, though, Stefﬁ was replaying the evening's other events in her mind. It had happened less than an hour ago, but it already felt like a dream. She had had sex with Mandy. And she had liked it. Really liked it. Oh my god, maybe I'm a lesbian! she wondered to herself. But she had no time to think any more about it, because her father was pulling the car into their driveway.

When Stefﬁ and her parents arrived at home, she was relieved that her father pulled the car into the garage. At least she wouldn't have to worry about the neighbors seeing her half-dressed. When they all got out of the car, Stefﬁ's parents made her walk ahead of them into the house.

Once inside, Stefﬁ fell to her knees in front of her father. Weeping, she begged, "Please, Daddy, no more spanking!" Her sobs became stronger and louder. "No more! I'll be good forever! It hurts so much! I can't take any more spanking! Please, Daddy? Please?"

Jacob glared down at his sobbing daughter, and he relented. "All right. I think you've learned your lesson. We won't spank you anymore for this."

Stefﬁ breathed a big sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you daddy! I promise I'll be extra good from now on! Thank you! Thank …" She stopped when her father held up his hand.

"You still need to be punished for running off. But we'll take care of that tomorrow. Just so you know, I'm going to call Mandy's parents tomorrow. I'm going to tell them what happened tonight. I'm sure Aaron and Cheryl will do the right thing and give her the punishment she deserves for her part in your little escapade."

"Daddy," Stefﬁ begged, "please don't call them! It wasn't Mandy's fault!"

"It wasn't her fault that you went over there, but lying to me was her fault. She should have told me the truth. She didn't, and now she'll pay the consequences. Now, as for you…"

"You promised no more spanking!" Stefﬁ wailed.

"I did. I also said you still needed to be punished. Take off the rest of your clothes."

By now, Stefﬁ was growing accustomed to this, so she offered no objection. A moment later she stood completely naked in front of her parents, head down in shame.

"For your information, young lady, wearing clothes around this house is going to be a privilege from now on. For the next two days, you are not allowed to wear clothes." While Stefﬁ stared at her dad, dumbfounded, he continued, "You will eat every meal with us naked. You will do your indoor chores naked." He paused and smiled, then said, "Privacy is also a privilege. For the rest of the weekend, you will leave your bedroom door open at all times. You will also use the bathroom with the door open. That includes using the toilet."

"B-but Daddy…" Stefﬁ stammered. She started crying again.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to watch you go to the bathroom. But you will be reminded, twenty-four hours a day, no matter what you're doing, of your disobedience. I want you to think about your behavior all weekend. This punishment will end on Monday morning, when you will get dressed for school. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, Daddy," Stefﬁ mumbled. Tears were trickling down her cheeks.

"Good. Now, it's late. Go to your room and go to bed." Jacob and Gail watched their crying daughter run up the stairs to her room.

When Stefﬁ was out of sight, Gail wrapped her arms around Jacob from behind. She reached around for his crotch and squeezed his package through his jeans. "You're hard again," she said coyly. "Do you want some help with that?"

"And how." Jacob and Gail hurried to their bedroom to continue what they'd started after the ﬁrst series of spankings they'd given Stefﬁ.

"You know, Jake, you're right. She isbuilt just like I was in high school." Gail began stripping off her clothes.

Disrobing as quickly as he could, Jacob replied, "Well, she'd better not act like you did in high school." He winked at his wife, acknowledging her own sexual activity with him when they were teenagers. "If she thinks she's being spanked severely now…"

"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it, Jake. Now, we've got better things to do…"

Stefﬁ, lying facedown on top of her bedspread in her darkened room with the door wide open, started thinking once more about her tryst with Mandy. Until that encounter, Stefﬁ had never even masturbated much. And never to orgasm. But what Mandy had done, licking her… down there, had made her come. It felt so good, and yet she wondered if it was wrong. She knew Daddy would whip her terribly if he found out. But it felt so good. Stefﬁ wondered again if perhaps she was a lesbian. The thought frightened her. She had always liked cute boys, but now, she wasn't sure. It felt so good, and it took her mind off of the pain of her spanking. It felt so good.

Knowing that her parents were probably occupied with each other in their room, Stefﬁ slipped a hand under herself and between her legs. She found her clitoris with her ﬁngers and started to rub it lightly. Soon, she felt a warm, tingly sensation in her loins. With her other hand under her, she squeezed one of her breasts, then lightly pinched her nipple. In her mind she replayed her scene with Mandy, and a few minutes later, she gasped as a gentle orgasm rocked her.

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Stefﬁ and her parents sat around the table eating lunch on Saturday afternoon. The young girl couldn't help noticing that her father kept glancing at her nude body. He was trying to be discreet about it, but Stefﬁ could feel his eyes on her little boobs. Embarrassed, she pretended not to notice.

When he ﬁnished the last of his soup, Jacob got up and went to the phone. He dialed the Clark's number. A moment later Stefﬁ heard him say, "Hello, Aaron! Jake McAllister here. Oh, I just needed to discuss a problem with you. Last night, I was punishing my wayward daughter. I decided to give her a break from her spanking and sent her to her room."

Stefﬁ's felt her face reddening as she listened to her father casually telling Mr. Clark about her spanking.

"While she was alone," Jacob continued, "She decided she would run off! And it seems she thought your house was the best place to go. Yes, your daughter Mandy hid her there." Jacob paused, listening to Aaron. "Well, my wife caught Stefﬁ sneaking out your back door while your daughter was at the front door lying to me, telling me she hadn't seen Stefﬁ all day!" Another pause. "I thought you'd see it that way, Aaron! I'll talk to you later!" Jacob hung up the phone and turned back to Stefﬁ. "You'll be interested to know that Mandy is going to be punished for her lies." He went the the living room and tuned the TV to a college football game, then relaxed in his recliner.

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Stefﬁ was lying on her bed that evening after dinner when her mother walked into her bedroom. "We want you to come downstairs, Stefﬁ." Wondering what was going on now, Stefﬁ stood and reluctantly followed her mother down the stairs. She looked up as they reached the bottom.

Her eyes wide, Stefﬁ jumped back up a few steps. "Mom, I can't! Mandy's parents are there! Please don't make me go out there naked!" New tears welled in Stefﬁ's big blue eyes, pleading with her mother.

Gail just took her daughter's arm and said, "This is part of your punishment for running away. Maybe the embarrassment will teach you a lesson. But you won't just be letting Doug and Cheryl see you naked. They have something in mind as well."

"Oh god! You're gonna let them spank me!" Stefﬁ said in a horriﬁed whisper.

"No. Let's get this over with. Now!" Still holding Stefﬁ's arm, Gail led her into the living room and made her stand beside Jacob's chair. Now Stefﬁ saw that Mandy was present, too, sitting in another chair.

Already thoroughly humiliated at being seen naked by Mandy's parents, Stefﬁ felt her face burning even hotter when her father said, "Turn around and let Aaron and Cheryl see your bottom." Fighting back her tears, Stefﬁ slowly turned her back to the guests.

After a few moments of silence, Stefﬁ heard Aaron say, "Very nice work, Jacob. I see you know how to handle discipline quite well! It just so happens that Cheryl and I know a thing or two about punishing wayward girls as well. Shall we proceed with our demonstration?"

"Please," replied Jacob, "I'm interested in seeing your technique." To Stefﬁ he said, "Turn back around, Stefﬁ. You're going to watch this! I hope that seeing your friend getting what she deserves will teach you that your actions affect other people, not just you."

Stefﬁ turned around to see Mandy now standing in the center of the living room with her head down. Mandy was trembling slightly. At Aaron's command, Mandy began to disrobe. She pulled her T-shirt off over her head, folding it neatly before laying it on the coffee table. Next she unfastened her skirt, removing and folding this as well. She paused, looking nervous, until her father ordered her to quit stalling. Quickly, she unsnapped her bra and took it off. Mandy then hooked her ﬁngers into the waistband of her panties. Bending at the waist, she lowered them to the ﬂoor and then stepped out of them.

Cheryl slid over so she was sitting right next to Aaron, on his left. Aaron spoke to his daughter. "Mandy, go to the table and bring me the small and the medium paddle."

Obediently, Mandy retrieved the speciﬁed implements from a nearby table. Stefﬁ saw that Mandy's parents must have brought their own spanking tools with them. Mandy handed both paddles to her father, who placed them next to himself on the sofa.

"All right, Mandy, do you know why you're being punished?"

"Yes sir. For having company without permission, and for letting Stefﬁ hide at our house."

"Yes. Now, bend over our laps. We already discussed the position." Aaron patted his thigh for emphasis.

Stefﬁ and her parents watched with interest as Mandy lay across both parent's laps. Her hips bent over her father's right thigh, and her chest was on her mother's lap. Cheryl opened her legs and Mandy's breasts fell between them. Then Cheryl closed her legs, neatly squeezing her daughter's dangling boobs. With Mandy in position, Cheryl pulled Mandy's wrists behind her back and held them there.

Now Aaron began Mandy's punishment. His hand cracked across his daughter's raised bottom, striking it solidly at dead center. Mandy let out a soft gasp. Aaron continued spanking with his hand, smacking Mandy's bottom hard and steady. It wasn't long before the girl's butt acquired a rosy glow and she was obviously in pain. Though her cries were limited to gasps and grunts, her face was twisted in a grimace. Aaron didn't limit his spanks to the center of Mandy's rear – he covered her nates completely, not missing a spot. The spanking went on and on, not stopping until Mandy had endured one hundred solid blows and her ass glowed red.

Without a word, Aaron picked up the small wooden paddle. He let it rest momentarily on Mandy's warm behind, and smiled grimly when he saw her glute muscles tense up. Then he raised the paddle and brought it down soundly on her right buttock. A yelp escaped the girl's throat when the second blow struck her left cheek. The paddling proceeded rapidly, alternating back and forth from one cheek to the other. Mandy started kicking her legs and struggling but she was held ﬁrmly by her mother. Each blow from the paddle sent a resounding CRACK! through the room and Mandy's cries came more frequently. When he had administered ﬁfty wallops Aaron set the small paddle aside.

While he rubbed and squeezed his daughter's bottom, which by now was obviously marked, Aaron said to Stefﬁ's parents, "I think that should be a sufﬁcient warm-up! Now I can begin the real punishment!" With that, he took the second paddle in hand and once more let it rest for a moment on Mandy's butt. Stefﬁ and her parent's watched Mandy trembling, anticipating the pain of the heavy wood hitting her sore bottom.

The ﬁrst blow came suddenly, making Mandy scream in pain when the hard wood crashed into her aching rear end. Both of her legs kicked straight out; she tried to raise her shoulders but was stopped when she remembered her breasts were still clamped solidly between her mother's thighs. Again and again and again the cruel paddle pounded her ass!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Mandy was now shrieking in agony with each blow, and her ass was showing more bruises. Aaron covered her butt well, taking special care to paddle the area where her buttocks met the tops of her thighs. She wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a few days! Finally the paddling stopped, and Mandy had taken another ﬁfty.

"Get up, Mandy." Cheryl opened her legs to free her daughter's tits, while Aaron guided the girl to her feet. Turning back to Jacob and Gail, Aaron said, "That should punish her sufﬁciently for breaking my rule about having company without permission."

"Excuse me, Aaron," Jacob said. "I was wondering — do you always spank Mandy in the nude like this?"

"No. We always spank her on the bare butt, but most of the time that just involves lifting her skirt or dropping her pants, and taking her panties down to her knees." While her father spoke, Mandy wept quietly, giving no indication that her father's words were embarrassing her. "We only strip her for the most serious offenses. I feel the nudity adds some shaming to the punishment, and makes it more effective. The punishment is enhanced without having to necessarily spank her any harder."

Aaron looked at his wife, then at Mandy before returning his gaze to Stefﬁ's parents. "I believe she is also guilty of lying to you. Would you two like to do the honors of punishing her for that offense?"

There was a moment of uncertain silence before Jacob spoke. "Are you sure, Doug? I should warn you that Gail and I spank just as severely as you do."

"Yes, I'm sure. Mandy has been more naughty than usual tonight. I think the added humiliation of being spanked by her friend's parents should teach her a lesson she won't forget! And as often as Mandy gives us behavior problems, she's quite accustomed to harsh punishment."

"Then we will be happy to punish her."

Aaron said to Mandy, "Go to Stefﬁ's parents. You will follow their instructions well, or you will get even more when we get home!"

"Daddy, please…"

"That's thirty with the belt when we get home, for arguing. Would you like to make it more?"

"No, sir." Mandy turned slowly and walked to stand before Jacob and Gail. "I'm sorry I lied to you. I know I deserve whatever punishment you have for me. Please, punish me."

"Since you've already been warmed up, I thought I'd just proceed directly to the severe punishment," said Jacob, "but then I decided I'd like to feel the results of your father's spanking for myself. So, if you'll bend over my lap I'll give you a second 'warm-up' with my hand."

Trembling and blushing, Mandy positioned herself for yet another whacking. She lay across Jacob's lap and placed her palms ﬂat on the carpet. She didn't understand why this situation felt so humiliating. After all, she was no stranger to being spanked in the nude, and had no problem with being seen naked by other people. Maybe, she thought, it was because she was being forced to strip and submit to this — to being spanked naked by Stefﬁ's dad, of all people. There was fear mixed with the humiliation. Mandy had already witnessed Jacob's cruelty. Nervously, she waited to see how Stefﬁ's dad spanked. The wait was short.

Before he started spanking, Jacob took the opportunity to run his hand all over Mandy's red bottom. He heard the girl whimpering while he felt her hot, bumpy, well-spanked ass. He also couldn't help noticing that Mandy's butt was even shapelier than his own daughter's – no doubt it was because she was a little older. I hope she doesn't notice I'm getting a hard-on, Jacob thought.

Finished with feeling Mandy's butt, Jacob raised his arm and brought his hand down solidly on the center of her blushing cheeks. WHACK! He slapped her bottom again, and again, and again, making her kick and squeal with each blow.

Stefﬁ had been watching all of this in wide-eyed horror. She couldn't believe her dad was spanking her friend! And so hard! Was he going to punish Mandy as badly as he spanked Stefﬁ? She watched her best friend's butt turn darker and darker. It was one thing to be punished herself, but watching somebody else get it from her dad was a new experience for Stefﬁ. From her position right beside her father she had a better vantage point than she'd had while Mandy was being spanked by her own dad, and she realized she found it fascinating to watch the way her dad's hand sank into the soft ﬂesh each time it struck, and the way Mandy wiggled and jerked with each blow. Is that how I look when I'm getting spanked, she wondered to herself. Poor Mandy! How embarrassing!

But as she continued to watch Mandy's bottom bouncing under her dad's hard hand, she began to notice how attractive Mandy's butt was. Even bruised and battered, she thought it was a nice butt. And each time Mandy's legs kicked, they spread apart slightly, allowing Stefﬁ glimpses of her pussy, the same pussy that, only the day before, Stefﬁ had explored with ﬁngers, lips, and tongue. Stefﬁ's mind returned to that scene, and she remembered the exciting, pleasurable sensations she had felt for the ﬁrst time. Now, she suddenly felt a stirring deep inside herself. She was surprised when she realized that she thought Mandy looked very sexy, draped over her father's lap, squirming and kicking and squealing.

Stefﬁ longed to touch herself, to give release to the churning sensations inside of her, but she didn't dare. She didn't want to risk anybody seeing her doing it; she would have to wait until she was alone.

Jacob ﬁnished the hand spanking at ﬁfty, delivering the last blow as hard as he could to the center of Mandy's ﬂaming red ass. He helped Mandy to her feet, then addressed her father. "With your permission, I'll ﬁnish with a new strap I recently picked up. I was saving it to use on Steffani, but I think I'd like to go ahead and use it now."

Mr. Clark replied, "May I examine it, ﬁrst? I prefer to be careful, because I don't want to do any serious harm when I spank my daughter."

"Of course." Jacob left the room for a moment, returning with his new tool. He handed the razor strop to Aaron for his approval.

"Very nice, Jake. Already broken in and everything. My own father kept one of these around, and used it on me and my brothers and sisters from time to time. None of us sufferered any permanent harm. Go ahead." He handed the strap back to Jacob.

"Since you've had experience with a razor strop," Jacob said, "do you have any suggestions about the best way to use it?"

Aaron chuckled and said, "You'll need some help if you want to use it the way my dad used it." He pointed to the arm of the sofa. "Get yourself bent over, Mandy. Now."

Mandy, staring at the big, heavy strap, sobbed, "No, please, no, Daddy!

"Young lady, if I have to tell you one more time…"

Resigned to her fate, Mandy slowly walked to the end of the sofa and draped herself over the padded arm. Tears poured from her eyes, and she continued to plead. "No, Daddy, don't let him! No, no!"

Ignoring her, Aaron took her wrists and held them ﬁrmly. "No more than ten strokes, Jake. That strop's a serious tool. And trust me, ten is more than enough."

Jacob turned to Stefﬁ and said, "Stand on the other side of your friend. I want you to see this." When Stefﬁ had moved to the speciﬁed place and Gail was also in position to watch, he rested the strap on Mandy's bottom to gauge the distance. Satisifed with that, he was ready.

The strop came back, and then it was sailing through the air in an arc that ﬁnished with a resounding slap across Mandy's buttocks. The intensity of the blow was evident; Mandy's scream of pain was louder than any of her previous cries. She thrashed and struggled to escape, but her father held her arms ﬁrmly. Jacob discovered that, because the strop was so heavy, he didn't need to put a lot of force behind it. He just needed to swing it, and the weight would do most of the work.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeee! Please, no more!" Mandy's sobs shook her body.

The next stroke smacked Mandy's butt just as hard as the ﬁrst, and her scream was even louder. Jacob paused before the next blow to allow Mandy's struggles to stop, then whipped her again. He had to wait a bit longer after each stroke. It was clear that the strop was an extremely severe implement! Perhaps,he thought, this demonstration will be enough to keep Steffani in line from now on.

The fourth and ﬁfth strokes maintained the same strength with which Jacob had delivered the ﬁrst three, but when he saw the marks the strop was leaving, he relented and held back on the remaining ﬁve blows. Still, the ten strokes left Mandy's ass bruised and blistered. Jacob actually felt a little bit sorry for Mandy. She deserved it, though,he thought to himself.

"Well, Jake," said Aaron, "I trust that you're satisﬁed?"

"Yes. I think both of these naughty girls have learned their lesson. Let's hope that they remember it for a long time!"

"I think they will."

Mandy, when her father had released her wrists, had slumped to the ﬂoor, where she now knelt next to the end of the sofa. Her forehead rested against the arm of the sofa, while she sobbed. She was gingerly rubbing her blazing bottom, trying to massage away the worst pain she had ever felt. Stefﬁ just stood and stared at her friend's damaged butt, and she was crying almost as hard as Mandy. She cast several horriﬁed glances at her father, and at Mandy's father.

"I guess we'll be going now," said Aaron. "I assure you that, in the future, Mandy will think twice before lying to you. Or anybody else, for that matter." Turning to his daughter, he said, "Get dressed, Mandy."

There was silence all around while Mandy dressed herself. Everyone watched while she gingerly struggled to pull her panties over her well-beaten bottom. At least she's got a skirt to wear, and not tight jeans,Stefﬁ thought. As soon as Mandy was dressed, she and her parents took their leave.

"Daddy?" Stefﬁ said.

"What, Stefﬁ?" Jacob replied.

"Were you really going to use that strap on me?"

"If I think you deserve it, yes. But if you stay out of trouble, and do what you're supposed to do, then you don't have anything to worry about." Jacob looked at his naked daughter and continued, "Now, don't you have some chores to do?"

Mandy: 260

Chapter Twelve: Brotherly Love (Mandy)

(m/f, spanking, bdsm [light], sex, incest, cons)

It had been six weeks since that awful night when Mandy's parents had made her strip naked in front of Stefﬁ's parents, and then spanked her while they watched. She shuddered, remembering how they had then allowed Stefﬁ's father to spank her and whip her with a big, heavy razor strop. That had been the worst punishment Mandy had ever gotten. And, to make matters worse, Stefﬁ's dad had an obvious boner the whole time!

Still, there was a good side to the whole situation. Afterward, her parents seemed to have realized that they had gone too far in letting Mr. McAllister punish her so severely. And, though they believed in shaming her by making her disrobe for some spankings, they had apparently decided that humiliating her in front of other people had been the wrong thing to do. The result was that Mandy had not gotten a single spanking since that night. That had made her happy. She had hardly been able to sit down for about a week after Mr. McAllister whipped her, and it had taken almost three more weeks before all the marks faded away.

On the other hand, Mandy was starting to get very horny and frustrated. Her parents left her alone, but so had Rick. Mandy thought that he must feel sorry for her too, and that's why he hadn't approached her lately. Sure, there were a number of boys she knew whom she could have seduced, but she hadn't wanted any of them to see her marked bottom. So after six weeks with no sex, Mandy was a little tense.

That was going to end tonight, though. Her parents had gone away for the weekend, leaving Mandy home alone with Rick. He was in his room right now, and Mandy was in hers, standing naked in front of her full-length mirror.

Mandy had a plan. She opened her underwear drawer and found a little leopard-print thong panty. When she had put it on she turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder at her reﬂection. Satisﬁed with the way the thong showed off her butt, she took out her new bra and put it on. It was black and lacy, and the top edges of the cups barely concealed her nipples. Pads in the cups pushed her breasts up and made them look a bit bigger.

Next, Mandy pulled on her shortest, tightest miniskirt, a little red spandex number. She adjusted it as short as it would go, until the hem was just barely lower than her crotch. Again she studied herself in the mirror. The tiny skirt showed off a lot of leg, revealing just enough to pique the imagination. Satisﬁed with the skirt, Mandy topped everything off with a white, cropped tank top. The shirt left most of her midriff bare, and was nice and tight so that it molded itself perfectly to her breasts. While studying herself in the mirror one more time, Mandy brieﬂy considered putting on a pair of spike-heeled sandals, but decided to just leave her feet bare.

Ever since she had discovered her brother's cache of porn videos, Mandy had taken every opportunity to secretly watch the movies and study the things the actors did. She had masturbated furiously along with the onscreen action, bringing herself to multiple orgasms every time, but it wasn't enough. She needed a cock. Because Rick had never made her come, she had paid special attention to the scenes where the same guy had orgasmed more than once. She had already seen how a guy could fuck one girl, take a break and then fuck another girl a few minutes later. She had also watched a few scenes where a guy fucked a girl, and then when he went limp the girl sucked him until he was hard again.

What especially interested Mandy was the way these porn actors would last longer the second time they had sex. Maybe, Mandy thought, if Rick lasts longer the second time, he'll make me come!

Mandy was ready. She took a deep breath and walked out of her room and down the hallway to Rick's bedroom. Standing outside his door, she waited, heart pounding. She was nervous, because she had never actually seduced her brother before. Every time they'd had sex, she had allowed him to think he was punishing her, or that she was just making a trade so that he wouldn't tell their parents about some misbehavior on her part. She had always let him think that she didn't really like it.

After tonight, he would know better.

Placing her ear against Rick's bedroom door, Mandy heard the telltale sound of a porn video playing on Rick's TV. Immediately, Mandy knew how she would keep Rick busy long enough after he fucked her so that he could recover and fuck her again. She would give him excuses to spank her. Mandy knew that Rick liked spanking her, so provoking him would be easy, but she winced at the thought of how much spanking she'd have to coax out of him, and endure, to allow enough time for his recovery. But she resolved to go through with it. She thought to herself, Maybe he's right. Maybe I do like it. Maybe he'll spank my boobs again…

It was time to get Rick's attention. Taking a deep breath, Mandy twisted the doorknob and pushed the door inward, simultaneously calling, "Hey, Rick!" As she expected, it only opened an inch before banging against somthing heavy that Rick had placed in front of it. Mandy was gratiﬁed when she heard the television click off and heard Rick cursing. She backed up against the wall opposite Rick's door, and struck what she hoped was a seductive pose.

"Godammit, Mandy!" Rick yelled from within his room. "You know you're supposed to knock before you try to come in here!" Mandy could tell Rick was mad, and she could hear him pushing something away from the door. "You've just earned yourself a spanking! Mom and Dad said I could spank you if you misbehaved! So I'm gonna…"

The door opened, and Rick stopped in mid-yell when he saw his younger sister dressed like a hooker. He let out a long, low whistle as his eyes traveled up and down her body. "Holy shit, Mandy, why are you dressed like that?" He kept staring, obviously liking what he saw. He was dressed only in a T-shirt and briefs, and it was obvious that he already had a hard-on, probably because he'd been watching porn, but in no way diminished now that he was staring at his sister. "You look fuckin' hot!"

"I was hoping you'd think so," Mandy replied. "Wanna fuck?"

Rick's jaw dropped. "I…"

"I'll take that as a yes," Mandy said, grinning. She walked toward her big brother and put her hands on his muscular chest. Then she pushed, making him back up. When she had backed him up to his bed, she gave him a push, and he fell onto his back.

"Mandy, what are you up to?" Rick asked, completely befuddled by Mandy's behavior.

"Shhhhhh." Mandy put a ﬁnger to her lips. She bent down and grabbed the waistband of Rick's briefs and pulled them down his legs and off. Pushing his legs apart, she kneeled on the ﬂoor and grabbed his hard cock with one hand. "Have I ever told you you've got a big one?"

Without waiting for an answer, Mandy went down on her brother. She sucked as hard as she could and took him all the way to her tonsils.

"Oh, shit, Mandy! Shit!"

Mandy looked into Rick's eyes as she bobbed up and down on his throbbing shaft. She was amused by the look on his face, and knew it was going to be even better in a few seconds. When she was satisﬁed that Rick's cock was as hard as it was going to get, she stood up. She climbed onto the bed and straddled her brother. Reaching under her miniskirt, she pulled the crotch of her thong to one side and lowered herself onto Rick's cock.

"Oh god, Rick, that feels so good!" Mandy moaned as she sank down until her pussy was enveloping Rick's whole dick. She held herself there for a moment to savor the sensation, then rose up until only the head of the shaft was inside her. Down she went again, then back up, riding her brother with wild abandon. "Oooooooo," she purred, enjoying Rick's facial expressions almost as much as the feel of his dick inside her.

"M-Mandy," Rick stuttered, "Don't forget I can't c-come inside you!"

"Just tell me when you're about to do it," Mandy gasped, "and I'll get off…" She bounced on his cock even faster, and was already nearing climax herself. I must have needed this more than I thought!

As Mandy had expected, it was only a minute later when Rick hollered, "I'm gonna come!"

Mandy immediately rose up off of her brother. Kneeling on the bed beside him, she lowered her mouth to his trembling dick. His ﬁrst blast of spooge erupted before she could get her lips around him, and it splattered against her cheek. Giggling, Mandy took Rick into her mouth and caught the rest of his load.

This was the ﬁrst time, she realized, that she had ever let a guy ﬁnish in her mouth. Typically, she made her "boyfriends" wear a rubber, and they would usually shoot off in the rubber while they were fucking her. In the past she had only let Rick come on her face and tits because she knew he thought it was part of her punishment. Of course, she had tasted Rick's semen before, but only by scooping it up and licking it off her ﬁngers. She liked the ﬂavor, and was now discovering that the juices shooting directly into her mouth produced a pleasant sensation. Mandy sucked hard, trying to coax every last drop out of her brother's dick. A moment later she felt him softening, and knew he was done.

Mandy rose back up on her knees and smiled mischievously at Rick, who still wore a dazed expression. She opened her mouth wide and showed him that she hadn't swallowed — her mouth was full of his juices. Rick looked on in surprise when Mandy closed her mouth, swallowed dramatically and then opened her mouth to show him that his come was gone. Rick was wide-eyed and his own mouth was hanging open.

"Mandy, what has gotten into you?" Rick ﬁnally asked.

Mandy laid down beside her brother and pressed her body against his. "I was really, really, really horny. I've been hoping for about a week that you'd want to have sex, but you never said anything, so I decided to take matters into my own hands." While she spoke, Mandy lightly ran her ﬁngers up and down Rick's chest. "Hey, take off your shirt, okay?"

Rick sat up and pulled off his shirt, then said, "I thought you didn't like having sex with me, Mandy. You never acted like you enjoyed it before…"

"You're silly, Rick," Mandy teased. "Of course I pretended I didn't like it! I was afraid you'd stop if you didn't think you were 'punishing' me!"

"You mean, all this time, any time I wanted to…"

"You just had to ask." Mandy leaned in and kissed her brother's cheek. "Of course, I probably would have kept pretending not to like it. You know, to let you think I was only doing it to get out of a spanking from Mom and Dad."

"Speaking of that, don't think this gets you out of a spanking for trying to come in my room without knocking. I'm still gonna spank you for that, you know."

This was what Mandy was waiting for. She immediately put on a contrite expression. "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that. Um, are you gonna spank me hard?"

"Heh. Well, it wasn't that big a deal, so I'll just spank you with my hand. Okay?"

"How many?" Mandy asked. She hoped it was a lot.

"I'll just spank you until I decide you've learned your lesson. Not too many, I guess."

Mandy decided to be bold. "You can spank me a lot if you want," she said very softly. She lowered her eyes and didn't look at her brother.

Rick was quiet for a moment, then said, "Okay, Mandy, now I reallywant to know what's going on. Spill it."

"Um, well…" Mandy thought for a moment and then said, "Remember a while ago when you said you think I like getting spanked?"

"I was just joking, Mandy," Rick replied.

"I know, but… I think you were right. I think I do like it." Mandy felt heat in her face, and knew she was blushing. "Maybe I get in trouble all the time on purpose. I mean, not on purpose, but…"

"I think I know what you mean," Rick said, grinning. "Well, from now on, I'll spank you whenever you want. You probably already know I like givingspankings."

"Yeah, I kinda thought you did. But I wasn't sure if it was just because you got to see me naked when you spanked me, or … if you really liked spanking me."

Rick laughed and said, "I like spanking you, and I like seeing you naked, and I like having sex with you… hell, Mandy, you're the hottest girl I know!"

"Really?"

"Every guy at my school wants to fuck you, Mandy."

Mandy giggled and said, "But every guy doesn't want to fuck his own sister!" She rolled her eyes and tossed her hair and continued, "Besides, I think I already have fucked every guy at your school! Oh god, I'm such a slut!"

Laughing, Rick assured his sister, "Oh, you haven't even come close to getting with all of them, Mandy. I would have heard about it if you had. Now, there are a few guys who claimthat they've had you, besides the ones I already know about, but I think they're full of shit."

"Okay, yeah, I guess I've only slept with ten different guys. That's like a different guy every month since I lost my cherry to Billy." Mandy looked up at Rick and said, "Anyway, weren't you about to spank me?"

"Yes, I think I was." Rick scooted to the edge of the bed and said, "All right, get yourself over my lap!"

Mandy tried to look reluctant, but in fact she was eager. Over Rick's lap she went. Rick started spanking her almost immediately, on her skirt. The skirt wasn't much protection, though, and the sting came through loud and clear. Mandy endured it mostly in silence, only offering an occasional grunt or yelp. She was waiting for Rick to notice her thong, but she could feel that her skirt wasn't riding up enough for him to see it. That surprised her, because as short as the skirt was, she thought it would ride up as soon as she bent over his lap.

Rick took a few minutes to deliver two hundred sharp spanks to the back of Mandy's skirt, then asked her, "Are you ready to get it on your bare ass?"

"Yeah, spank my bare butt, Rick…" Mandy said softly. "Teach me a lesson!"

"Then let's get your skirt up and your panties down…" Rick tugged Mandy's skirt up to her waist and exclaimed, "A thong!"

"Do you like it, Rick?"

"Oh yeah! It looks sexy, Mandy. You have a really great ass, so you look good in a thong."

"Really? Thanks!"

"It makes it easy to spank your bare butt, too," Rick chuckled as he administered a hard smack to Mandy's right cheek. He watched the way her already-pink ﬂesh turned white for an instant where his hand smacked against her bottom. He spanked and spanked and spanked, and before long the pink darkened to red. Mandy's entire bottom was hot and she was starting to squirm. The bare-bottom hand spanking went on for a long time, though Rick didn't spank steadily. He paused frequently to squeeze and massage his sister's ass, rubbing away some of the pain and then creating new pain with another ﬂurry of spanks. From time to time he spanked very slowly, letting several seconds go by between smacks.

More than once during the hand spanking, Rick paused and slipped his hand between Mandy's legs. Rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric of her thong, he would say, "Tell me again why I'm spanking you."

"You're spanking me because I tried to come in your room without knocking ﬁrst," Mandy would moan. Rick's ﬁngers were really turning her on. She knew her pussy was wet, and that Rick could feel it soaking her panties.

"That's right. And how long has knocking ﬁrst been a rule?"

"Years and… ooooh… years…"

"That's right!" Rick would answer, and lay into Mandy's butt with a rapid series of very hard spanks. Mandy's rear end was positively glowing from the spanking.

The hand spanking ﬁnally ended with the three-hundreth spank to Mandy's bare bottom, more because Rick's hand was really starting to sting than because he thought Mandy had been punished sufﬁciently. "All right, Mandy, have you learned your lesson? Will you remember to knock from now on?"

I… I promise, Rick. I'll always knock from now on!"

Rick allowed Mandy to stand up, and her hands ﬂew to her sore bottom. When Rick asked how her bottom felt, she replied, "It's hot, and it hurts!" But the spanking hadn't been severe enough to make her cry, and she secretly wished it wasn't over yet. Glancing down, she saw that Rick hadn't yet regained his erection. She was about to say something to encourage him to spank her some more, but he saved her the trouble.

"Now, Mandy, let's talk some more about that thong you're wearing," Rick said sternly.

"Wh-what about it?"

"I remember you, when you were thirteen, trying to talk Mom and Dad into letting you wear thongs. I also remember that they told you 'no'. They said that, when you turned sixteen, you could wear thongs, but until then you'd have to be satisﬁed with regular panties. Do you remember that?"

"Um, yes…" Mandy was staring at her toes.

"Good. Now, you know good and well that ﬁfteen and a half is not sixteen," Rick said. "So, you are breaking Mom and Dad's rule right this minute. I'll have to punish you for that. Now tell me something else. Did you buy that thong special for today?"

"N-no."

"I didn't think so. How long have you had it?

"Couple months."

"I see. So I assume that you've worn it out of the house from time to time?" Rick was looking very serious now.

"Yeah. Sometimes."

"Then I'll have to punish you for that, too. One more question: Have you ever worn it out of the house under a short skirt?"

"Yeeeeessss!" Mandy groaned.

"Then I think you know that means even more spanking. I don't think Mom and Dad would allow that, even if you were sixteen. So," Rick smiled at his little sister's obvious nervousness, then continued, "since you've broken Mom and Dad's rule, I'll spank you like they would. Take off your skirt and T-shirt." A moment later, Mandy was stripped down to her thong and bra.

"Now," Rick directed, "go downstairs and get Dad's paddle — the big one — and bring it back here."

"Um, Rick? Dad would spank me downstairs."

"Oh, you're right. To do this right, I'll go downstairs and sit in his chair. You come down a minute later. I'll be waiting for you." With that, Rick left his room and went downstairs. In the living room, he made sure the curtains were shut and then took a seat in his father's recliner. He tried to sit like his dad would. Of course, his dad wouldn't be naked…

One minute later, Mandy came timidly down the stairs and stood in front of her brother. "I've been a bad girl, Rick. I deserve a good spanking. Please paddle my bottom," she said, using the words reserved for spankings from her parents and sometimes from Rick when it was a full-family punishment. Sometimes she was punished in her bra and panties, when her misbehaviour warranted more than a pants-down spanking but less than a naked spanking. Thinking about it, Dad would probably order a naked spanking for the offense for which she was now going to be spanked. Rick was letting her off easy.

"Fetch the… small paddle, Mandy," Rick said.

Mandy turned and walked to the coat closet where the spanking implements were kept. Although she knew that for today at least, she and Rick were playing a little game, she still felt the familiar butterﬂies in her stomach as she approached the closet. As she took the paddle from its place, she wondered if those butterﬂies were a physical manifestation of the inexplicable attraction she felt toward doing things to earn spankings. Her typical misbehavior was almost unintentional; she didn't mean to be disobedient. It was almost like something compelled her to break the rules and earn frequent punishment. Was the ﬂuttering in her stomach signifying the strange excitement she felt before every spanking? Mandy wished she knew.

Rick took the offered paddle from his sister's hand, and patted his thigh. Mandy, compliant, draped herself across his lap without protest. "Punish my naughty bottom, Rick," she whispered.

"This part of your paddling is for simply owning and wearing this thong, Mandy." Rick raised the paddle and slammed it against Mandy's right butt cheek. He delivered a second blow to her left buttock, and then the third to the right side again. Because he didn't want to leave serious marks on his sister, he only gave her ten spanks with the small paddle, ﬁve to each cheek. They were solid spanks, though, and Rick spaced them so that each buttock was well covered.

It's strange,Mandy thought, but right now I feel like I'm really being spanked by Daddy…She was about to ask Rick why he had only spanked her ten times, but then she realized that he was trying not to mark her.

"All right, Mandy, get up and put this paddle away, and bring me the large paddle," Rick said. He watched Mandy wiggle across the room again, and admired his handiwork. Maybe, if I'm lucky, he thought to himself, Mandy will start behaving better and get spanked less my Mom and Dad. Then I can spank her more often without worrying about them seeing any marks I leave.Mandy handed him the large paddle and went back over his knees.

The large paddle was about ﬁve inches wide, and fourteen inches long, not counting the handle. It was long enough to cover both of Mandy's butt cheeks with each blow. Rick let the paddle rest on Mandy's bottom for a moment so that she could feel its weight. He could feel her trembling in anticipation. He brought the paddle up and swung it down across the meaty center of his sister's butt. Mandy had been relatively quiet throughout her spankings so far, but now she let out a little yelp. Rick's second blow slammed into Mandy's sit spot, and the third just below her tailbone.

A second round of three spanks landed on exactly the same spots, and Mandy was crying out her pain with each blow. She hollered especially loud at the spanks to her sit spot; she felt the impact of those smacks in her pussy lips! Four more spanks came, these overlapping the spots hit by the ﬁrst six blows.

"Please, Daddy," Mandy sobbed, "I've had enough!"

"Oh, you haven't had quite enough, young lady," Rick replied. "There's still the matter of your wearing a thong out of the house, under a short skirt! Stand up!" Pointing to the ottoman in the middle of the room, he said, "I think you know the position." Indeed, Mandy knew the position. She stepped to the ottoman and bent at the waist, placing her hands ﬂat on top of the footstool and then placing her feet about a yard apart. Rick stood to one side and slightly behind his sister.

The paddle smashed the paddle against Mandy's red ass, hard enough to make her squeal in pain. "Oooooooooooow! That one really hurt, Rick!" She rocked forward and back, trying to drive out the pain.

"Good." Rick hauled back and slammed Mandy's butt with the paddle again and again, until the count reached ten. He paused between each blow to allow her to return to the proper position before delivering the next blow. When he ﬁnished, he allowed Mandy to stand and rub her bottom. "Here, put the paddle away." He handed the paddle back to his sister and watched her walk gingerly across the room to return it to its place.

When Mandy walked back to her brother she glanced at his penis and was encouraged to see that it was showing signs of life. But not enough. Fortunately, Rick was on a roll, and had more 'fun' in mind.

"You know, Mandy, while I was paddling you I started thinking," Rick said, folding his arm across his chest.

"About what?"

"Let's go back upstairs ﬁrst," Rick replied. He let Mandy lead the way so that he could follow and look at her butt.

Once the siblings were in Rick's bedroom again, Rick said to Mandy, "I was wondering about what you did when we had sex before I spanked you. You seem to have learned some new tricks!"

Mandy giggled. "Yeah, I guess I have! Did you like them?"

"Oh yeah! You were great! But… every time we've fucked before, we always just did it in the missionary position — you know, you on your back and me between your legs. We've never done it with you on top before. And I know that you've always done other guys in their cars, and it's hard to do any different position in a car. At least that's what I've found out when I've done it in a car. Besides, those guys always tell me what they do with you."

"Most guys would be afraid to tell another guy what they did with his sister," Mandy pointed out with a grin.

Rick laughed at that and replied, "Yeah, but these guys are all my good friends. And except for Billy, the ﬁrst guy you did, I ﬁxed all of them up with you because they wanted to have sex with you. I knew what was going to happen, and they knew that."

"Yeah, and you knew I wanted to sleep with them, too."

"Right. I wouldn't ﬁx you up with one of my friends unless you wanted me to," Rick said. "But we're getting off the subject. Not only did we do it with you on top this time, but you also let me come in your mouth, and you swallowed. I've never heard of you swallowing before."

"Um, so what's your point?" Mandy answered, knowing exactly where this conversation was going.

"I want to know how you learned those things," Rick said.

In answer, Mandy glanced down at her brother's footlocker, then back at him.

Astonished, Rick said, "You've been watching my videos?" When Mandy nodded, he continued, "That means you've been coming in my room when I'm gone! Coming in my room and getting into my stuff!"

Blushing, Mandy admitted that Rick was right. She knew it meant another spanking, but she was willing to take it because Rick's cock still wasn't all the way hard.

"All right, I'm afraid I'm going to have to spank you again, Mandy. Even though you learned some good stuff from watching my videos, you should have asked ﬁrst." He opened a dresser drawer and took out his belt. Then he pulled out his desk chair. "Bend over the back of the chair and hold onto the seat."

Mandy quickly got into position. The back of the chair was high enough that she had to keep her legs together and almost stand on her tiptoes. It was a perfect position in which to receive a belt whipping. She waited nervously.

Rick stepped behind his sister and tugged her thong down her legs. "Let's get this out of the way," he said. Mandy stepped out of the tiny undergarment, and was now left wearing only her bra. Rick knew she would feel vulnerable in this position, with her pussy clearly visible. He folded his belt in half and said, "This is for coming into my room when I'm not here."

The belt slashed across Mandy's already-burning ass, and she squealed at the sting. Rick whipped her hard and fast, and Mandy's legs were soon dancing and her butt was wiggling back and forth in an instinctive attempt to avoid the belt. She hadn't cried during her previous spankings, but she did now. Tears poured from her eyes and her makeup streaked her face. Rick wasn't whipping her nearly as hard as her father usually did, but it still hurt. The worst pain was mostly due to the fact that her bottom already hurt before the whipping started. Had she not been spanked immediately before the whipping, it wouldn't have hurt nearly as bad.

Mandy also realized that she hadn't expected her forays into Rick's room to be found out, and that now she felt honestly bad about it. Because she felt guilty, she welcomed the punishment she was now enduring. She forced herself to hold her bottom still so that Rick could whip her properly. She let herself drift into the familiar release of guilt that came with punishment. When she reached that point, the pain turned to pleasure.

Rick only whipped Mandy thirty times. When he had dealt the ﬁnal stroke, he said, "I'd better stop. If I keep spanking you, you'll have lasting marks. Your ass probably shouldn't be showing marks, just in case you get in trouble with Mom and Dad in the next few days."

Still bent over, Mandy said, "Thank you for punishing me, Rick. I deserved it."

Rick stepped close behind Mandy when she stood back up. He made her gasp when he pressed against her sore bottom. Reaching around her, he took her breasts in his hands and squeezed gently. Pulling her against him, he said, "However, the belt was only for coming into my room when I was gone. You still need to be punished for getting into my things, which is a serious matter. And since I shouldn't punish your ass anymore…" He ﬁngered the clasp between Mandy's breasts and popped her out of her bra.

"… I think I know how to ﬁnish your punishment."

Mandy nearly orgasmed when she realized that Rick was going to whip her tits again! And yet, she was afraid. It had hurt incredibly the last time, and Mandy's mind rebelled at the idea of enduring that pain again. But something inside her wanted it more than anything right at that moment. The part of her that was afraid won out ﬁrst. Turning to face Rick, she fell to her knees and begged, "No, please, Rick! Not that again! Please don't!" But her face was near her brother's half-erect penis, and she noticed that, when she started begging, it stirred and began to stiffen more. In response, Mandy begged more pitifully. "Please, Rick, please! Anything but that!"

Rick realized that he was aroused by Mandy's pleading, but he held ﬁrm. "It's no use, Mandy. I'm going to whip your tits. You deserve it. Stand up!" He pulled her to her feet and walked her to his bed. "On your back, just like last time!" He pushed her down onto the bed and made her roll onto her back. "Now, I'm going to whip them more than last time. Will you keep your hands out of the way?"

Protecting her breasts with her hands, Mandy begged her brother, "No, no, no…. please don't!" When she saw that Rick's cock was now fully erect, Mandy desperately wanted it inside her. But she knew she'd have to endure a tit-whipping before Rick would fuck her. She could tell he was determined to punish her tender little breasts, and she realized that her nipples were hardening in anticipation. "I won't be able to keep my hands away, Rick!"

"Then I'll have to tie you up."

Mandy couldn't believe it. Her pussy was getting wetter just thinking about being tied up. She had never even thought about being tied up before, but the mere suggestion turned her on beyond belief. She held her wrists out to her brother.

Rick just looked at her for a few seconds, then he went to his closet and came back with a necktie. "This is all I have to tie you with." He knotted one end of the tie around Mandy's left wrist, then told her to reach over her head. He looped the necktie around a bar of his brass headboard, then tied the other end to her right wrist.

Finally, Rick wrapped his belt around his hand, leaving a length loose, and straddled Mandy's waist. Mandy looked into his eyes and whispered, "Make it hurt, Rick…"

The belt ﬂashed down and slapped Mandy's left nipple. Mandy shrieked in agony and braced herself for the next lash. The next lash came quickly, smacking against her other nipple. Rick worked quickly, whipping back and forth from one breast to the other with a steady rhythm. Mandy was suffering intense pain and was straining against the bonds that held her wrists. A ﬂood of tears wet her face and she wept loudly. "Oh god, that hurts so bad!" she wailed.

"It's supposed to hurt, Mandy!" Rick said with a grin. He paused after he had dealt ﬁve lashes to each tit and reached down to pinch and twist his sister's rock-hard nipples. Pressing his palms against her small breasts, he roughly squeezed them, coaxing more squeals from Mandy.

"Aaaaiiiiii! Ooooowiiiiee! Hurts…!" Mandy's chest was heaving with her sobs.

Rick let go of her tits and started whipping them again. He resumed his left-right-left-right pattern, this time lashing each small globe ten times before stopping to pinch and squeeze them. Mandy struggled ﬁercely under him, and wailed in pain, but he didn't relent. He torturously fondled her breasts even longer this time, taking pleasure in her miserable cries.

When he was ﬁnished squeezing and pinching, he climbed off of Mandy. "You're halfway there," he said. "I'm going to whip your tits thirty more times. But I'm going to do one at a time now, ﬁfteen in a row to each tit."

Mandy's eyes were wide, but not because of Rick's words. Her eyes were locked on his cock, which was now, at last, fully erect. And Mandy wasn't sure, but it looked even bigger than normal. She couldn't wait for him to stick it in her. But for now, she had thirty more lashes to endure.

Rick delivered those lashes even harder than the ﬁrst thirty. Fifteen quick, hard strokes to Mandy's left breast had her writhing and squealing in pain, and ﬁfteen more to her right breast had her screaming. He dealt the ﬁnal stroke, then dropped the belt and stared at his sister's abused tits. He was breathing as heavily as she was.

Quickly getting her sobs under control, Mandy looked at Rick and said, "Fuck me! Fuck me Rick! I need your cock! Fuck me and make me come!" To emphasize her plea, she spread her legs and raised them into the air. "Fuck me!"

Rick needed no further encouragement. He got on top of her, then drove his throbbing cock into his sister's tight, dripping wet pussy. He buried himself to the hilt, then pulled back and drove in again. A rhythm was quickly established, and Rick started fucking his sister harder than ever before. To his own surprise, he wanted to make her come, to reward her for the way she had so completely given herself to him tonight. In his porn videos, the girls always climaxed when the guys fucked them, and he was determined to get the same reaction from Mandy. Thinking about it, Rick realized he had never made a girl come. Tabitha, one of the girls he slept with now and then, acted like she was having an orgasm every time, but he was pretty sure she was faking. He wanted to give Mandy a real orgasm.

And he did. He had only been pounding her pussy for a minute when her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a wail of pleasure. "Oooooooooooooooh! Yeeeeeeeeeees! Yes! Oh god, I'm coming, Rick!" It was the ﬁrst time she had ever been fucked to orgasm. Mandy wrapped her legs around her brother and pulled him deeper into herself, and a moment later she orgasmed a second time. Her moans and cries of ecstasy ﬁlled the room.

"You like that, don't you?" Rick grunted while he continued stroking in and out of her tight, wet pussy. "I'll bet you like this, too!" He reached down and pressed his thumb against Mandy's clitoris, rubbing it in little circles. The combination of clitoral stimulation and the steady thrusting of his cock made Mandy come again, almost instantly. Mandy's whole body convulsed, and Rick could feel her pussy clamp tighter around his cock.

Thinking of his porn videos, and knowing Mandy had watched them too, Rick had an idea. He pulled out of his sister's cunt, prompting a protest from her. He reached up and untied her wrists and said, "Turn over. Get on your hands and knees."

Changing position, Mandy asked, "Doggy style?"

"Uh-huh." After making some slight adjustments to Mandy's position, Rick was inside of her once more. He quickly discovered that, in this position, he was able to thrust even deeper, and he took full advantage of that. Mandy was moaning with pleasure, feeling her brother in places she'd never been touched before.

Now it was Mandy's turn to remember things she'd seen in the videos. "Slap my butt!" she cried. She felt the smack, and the pain combined with the pleasure she was feeling. On top of everything else, her tits were throbbing. A few more slaps pushed her over the edge, and she climaxed one more time.

Neither of them could believe how long Rick was lasting, but neither brother nor sister was complaining. Mandy had already come four times, and felt like she was going to come again. Sure enough, another orgasm rocked her body a minute later.

Finally, Rick could hold back no more. "Oh shit, Mandy, I'm coming now!" He pulled out of his sister's pussy, and Mandy quickly turned around. She was in time to get her mouth on his cock before the ﬁrst blast, and she eagerly sucked down every last drop of his sweet juices.

Exhausted, the two siblings collapsed into each other's arms. They lay there with their naked, sweating bodies pressed together. They both knew that it had been the best sex either of them had ever had. They held each other in silence for a long time, hearts pounding.

Mandy ﬁnally spoke. "Thank you, Rick."

"For what?"

"For making me come. No guy ever did that before. Not even you, until now."

"I guess I've never really thought about it, you know? I guess most of us guys just want to get off quick. I didn't realize how good it could be if it lasted longer."

Mandy giggled and said, "So my plan worked."

"What plan?"

"Well, I saw some of the guys in those movies fuck a girl, and then fuck her again, or fuck a different girl, after they took a break," Mandy explained. "And I noticed that they always lasted longer the second time."

Chuckling, Rick said, "They last a long time the ﬁrst time, too!"

"Probably cuz they get a lot of practice," Mandy laughed. "But anyway, I decided to fuck you, and then make you spank me after. I was hoping you would get hard again so you could do it again." She rubbed her sore bottom and said, grinning, "It just took a little longer than I planned on!"

Rick hugged his sister and said, "You know, Mom and Dad won't be back until tomorrow night."

Mandy's face lit up and said, "Yeah! So we've got all night, and most of the day tomorrow…"

"We've got time to try all sorts of things…"

"I wanna try some of the other positions I saw in those videos," Mandy said. And maybe I can persuade you to eat my pussy, she thought to herself. Then she thought of something else. "Hey, I was wondering something."

"What?"

"Where'd you get the idea to spank my boobs? I didn't see that in any of your movies."

"Oh. Um, well, there's a friend of mine who's in college, and he has some

S&M videos."

"S&M?" Mandy asked, puzzled.

"S&M is about masters and slaves, and all different kinds of punishment, besides spanking. I guess you'd have to see the videos yourself. I can't really explain it, because it's not just about sex and pain. There's a whole psychological aspect to it. Jarrod could explain it better, cuz he's into that whole scene."

"Can I meet him?"

"I dunno. He might not go for it."

"Why not? I'm willing to try it out. I think."

"Well, because you're only ﬁfteen. You're jailbait. He might be afraid of

getting arrested."

"Oh. I wouldn't tell anybody," Mandy promised.

"I'll talk to him and see what he says," Rick said. "Maybe he'll at least let

me borrow his videos, and I can let you see them."

"Okay," Mandy sighed. Looking down, she noticed that her brother was starting to get hard again. She smiled and reached for his dick…

Mandy: 560 spanks, 60-stroke breast-whipping

Converted from "Learning14.txt" on 30-Dec-2005 by AscToHTM 5.0

Learning
by T-Luv
©2005
WARNING: You must be at least 18 years of age to read this story. The following story may describe consensual or non-consensual spanking or other BDSM activity involving one or more adult women and/or teenaged girls. The story may also describe consensual or non-consensual sexual activity between adults, between minor persons, or between minors and adults, and will be clearly tagged as appropriate. Please observe the tags to determine whether or not you want to read the story. Do not read the story if the tags indicate subject matter that you will find offensive.

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Chapter Fourteen: You Were Warned! (Mandy & Steffi) (MF/f, spank, nc, severe, humil; M/f, spank, nc, severe, humil; f, mast; m/f, sex, incest, cons) "I can't believe you're still smoking!" Steffi's mother said, the instant her daughter walked through the front door. Her voice was surprisingly calm. "I'm afraid your father is going to be very angry when he hears about this." "I - I know..." Steffi mumbled. "Can't you... can't you make him not spank me, Mom?" "Of course not! Steffi, you deserve to be punished when you misbehave." Gail looked annoyed that her daughter would ask such a thing. "B - but can't you at least get him not to spank me so much? Or at least tell him he shouldn't make me take all my clothes off? That's so... so embarrassing!" Gail's expression softened a little bit. "I've actually been thinking about that, Steffani. You're right - Dad shouldn't be seeing you completely naked. I don't think I can make him stop altogether, but... well, I went shopping after your school called me. I bought you some thongs. They're on your bed. Wear one of those. At least they will keep your pus-, er, your privates covered. I'll talk to Dad, and I'll insist that he let you leave it on." "O-okay. Thank you, Mom." "Now," Gail said, her expression hardening again. "You're still going to get it when Dad gets home. You might as well change your clothes." She pointed to the stairs. "Go to your room and get ready. I'll call you when Dad gets home."

!"!"!"

"So, wanna have a little fun before Mom and Dad get home?"

Mandy jokingly asked her brother as they pulled into the driveway. She reached over and rubbed his cock through his jeans, and was gratified to feel the bulge harden under her touch. "Love to, but I've got to get to work myself," Rick replied. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you after. I'll be home a little after seven."

"Good, there's something I want you to do for me." "What?"
"You'll find out!" Mandy climbed out of the pickup and walked to the house, wiggling her bottom at her brother as she went. !"!"!"
Jacob McAllister pulled into his driveway at twenty minutes past five o'clock. He walked into the house at 5:21, and by 5:25 he had learned from his wife everything he needed to know about Steffi's most recent misbehavior.
"I really didn't need this today," Jacob said with an exasperated sigh. "After the day I've had, I really didn't need this." He walked to the kitchen and took a beer from the refrigerator. After taking a

couple swigs from the bottle he said, "All right. Get her down here." "One thing first," said Gail. "I bought her some thong panties to

wear when you spank her." "What? Why?"
"I've decided that you shouldn't be seeing her pussy. Bare her breasts if you have to, but leave the thong on."
Jacob looked at his wife for a moment, then shrugged and said, "Okay, whatever. Go get her."
Steffi was already whimpering when she entered the living room with her mother firmly holding her arm. She was dressed in nothing but one of her new thongs and a snug, white tanktop. She had originally put on a bra under the shirt, but her mother had made her take it off. She was marched right up to her father.

"Here she is, Jacob. I'm going to go finish dinner." Gail turned and headed for the kitchen, leaving Steffi to her father.

"So, you decided to test me. I warned you about what would happen if you messed around with cigarettes again, and yet you did it again. When I get done with you, Steffi, you're not going to be able to sit down for a week!"
"P-please, Daddy..."
"Shut up! We're going to deal with this once and for all. First, because you got spanked at school, I'm going to give you double what you got there. What did you get at school?"
"I - I got ten from Mrs. Clifford for being tardy, and thirty from Mrs. Wainwright for sm-smoking."
"Then you're going to get twenty from me for being tardy, and sixty from me for smoking," Jacob announced. "Then, I'll give you my own punishment for smoking." He strode to the shelf where he kept his spanking implements, then stopped and turned back to his daughter. "What did Mrs. Clifford spank you with?" "A paddle," Steffi whispered.
Jacob turned and took the heavy wooden paddle from the shelf. "Then I'll paddle you, too." Hefting the smooth piece of maple, he continued, "Bend over the same way she bent you over." Steffi looked around the room and said, "We don't have a desk." "Then we'll use the kitchen table. Move!" Jacob smacked Steffi's bottom, with his hand, to encourage her to cooperate. "Just like you bent over at school." He watched her bend over and grab the

opposite side of the table. "Good. Now, you got ten from your teacher for being late to class, so you're going to get twenty good ones from me."

With that, the paddling began. Jacob hauled his arm back and let fly, and the paddle cracked against his daughter's already blushing bottom. He had noted that she still bore red marks from the earlier punishment she had received. I'll have to compliment her teacher

and Principal, he thought to himself. Those marks lasted a couple hours - not bad for a school spanking. He popped her butt again, and again, adding his own marks to those Steffi had received at school. For her part, Steffi was doing her best to not cry. Still sore from her school spankings, her butt was more sensitive than usual to her father's ministrations. She shuddered, knowing that she was in for one of the worst spankings ever.
The twentieth blow crashed across Steffi's ass with a resounding CRACK, and Jacob set the paddle aside. "Now," he said, "We'll double the punishment you got from Mrs. Wainwright. Tell me how she

punished you." Steffi was rubbing her bottom as she stood up. "She... she has a board in her office that leans up against the wall, like this." Steffi held her arm out at an angle to demonstrate. "Then I had to straddle the board and lay my chest down on it. Then she strapped me on

my bare bottom." "How wide was the board?"
Steffi held her hands about eight inches apart. "About like this." "Wait here." Jacob went out the back door and returned a few minutes later with a plank selected from the pile in the yard. "How's this?" Steffi nodded.

Jacob led Steffi back to the livng room. "Take the board and set it up like it should be. And be careful not to knock anything over." Steffi took the board and found a spot where she could lean it at

the correct angle. Because she couldn't attach the board to the wall, she had to wedge the lower end against a leg of the sofa. When it

was set she turned to her dad and waited. "Well? Get in position!" Jacob gestured impatiently. Steffi quickly straddled the board and laid her body against it. "A strapping, huh? Good. Now I can try out my new toy." He reached to the top shelf of the nearby bookcase and took down a brand new strap of his own. As he showed it to his daughter, he could see the apprehension in

her eyes. The strap looked mean! It was eighteen inches of leather, stiff with newness, and though it was slightly narrower than the strap Mrs. Wainwright had used, it looked just as painful. "Sixty good ones ought to break it in just fine.

Jacob rested the strap on his daughter's bottom and rubbed it back and forth a few times. He could see Steffi tense in anticipation. "Ready?"

"Noooo..." Steffi moaned. "Too bad."
The strap went up and back down. It made a loud THWAP! when it hit Steffi's defenseless butt, and left behind a bright red stripe. Steffi gasped and jerked, but she didn't cry out. Jacob watched the welt rise for a moment, and then he whipped Steffi again. And again. After only ten strokes Steffi's bottom was covered with welts, and there were plenty more to come. Determined not to give Daddy the satisfaction of hearing her cry, Steffi bit her lip and did her best to endure the pain. It was difficult, but she didn't let out more than a gasp until the whipping was almost over. Around the fifty-third

stroke, a quiet sob escaped, but she clamped her mouth shut and suffered the remaining lashes in silence.
"All, right, that's all for now. Get up." Jacob put the strap back on the top shelf of the bookcase. When Steffi was upright he took her arm and led her to the fireplace. He pointed at the brick hearth. "Sit."
Steffi looked miserable, but she sat on the hard brick without argument. The rough brick hurt to sit on, but she did her best to not let it show.

"Get that shirt off." The teenager blushed, but she obeyed her father's instruction. As she pulled her tank-top over her head, she realized that she was starting to get used to this — she discovered she wasn't quite as embarrassed about being bare-breasted in front of Daddy as she had been on previous occasions. She certainly wasn't yet comfortable

with being almost naked in his presence, but she didn't feel quite so humiliated this time. Of course, seeing the bulge in his jeans didn't help any.

"Put your hands on top of your head. I'm going to eat the dinner your mother has cooked for me, and then we'll finish your spanking. Don't move from that position!" Jacob left his daughter where she

was and disappeared into the kitchen. When he was gone, Steffi glanced around the room and realized that none of the curtains were closed. Most notably, the big front window loomed as a view portal for anybody passing by on the sidewalk. And Steffi was facing that window. Please, she prayed, don't let anybody walk past!
!"!"!"
Mandy was surprised when her father came home from work much earlier than expected. "Daddy!" Still wearing her school uniform, she jumped up from the couch and ran to hug him. "Why are you home already?" she asked innocently.
Aaron gave his daughter a peck on the cheek and said, "Oh, I think you know why I'm here, so why don't you tell me?" Mandy grinned sheepishly. "I got in trouble at school." "So I hear. Why?"
"You know why! They told you!" For Mandy, having to confess was almost more difficult that taking her punishment. "They did, but I want to hear it from you, young lady." With a sigh, Mandy proceeded to describe the events of her day. When she finished, she looked expectantly at her father, wondering what she was in for.
"Well, Mandy, I had hoped you would have learned something from the punishment I gave you when I caught you smoking last year, but it seems I hoped in vain. Well, I'll just try harder to teach you this time." Aaron set his briefcase aside and removed his necktie, then unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and took his wayward daughter by the arm, leading her to his

recliner. Taking a seat he said, "All right, across my knee." As she draped herself over her father's lap, Mandy was surprised to realize she was eager for her punishment! She didn't usually start getting aroused until the spanking was well underway, but she could feel that she was already damp. Of course, it wouldn't do to give

herself away; if Daddy realized how his spankings affected her, he would probably stop altogether. She settled into position and waited. Aaron flipped up Mandy's skirt to expose her panty-covered

bottom. "I'll warm you up with my hand first, then I'll take care of repeating what you got at school." With that, he went to work. He

spanked his daughter with steady, deliberate swats, making sure he covered every inch of her bottom. Aaron alternated his spanks between Mandy's left and right buttocks, and each one landed in a different spot.
Because she was so accustomed to long, hard spankings with implements, hand spankings now had little effect on Mandy. She was relaxed and motionless, calmly soaking up the swats Daddy was raining down on her bottom, enjoying the warmth she felt spreading across her backside. She wished he would hurry up and take her panties down.
After a hundred hand spanks to Mandy's panties, Aaron paused and said, "Let's see how I'm doing." He hooked a finger under the waistband and peeled her panties down below her bottom. After studying her blushing behind he announced, "Not quite ready." The hand spanking resumed, now on a bare bottom for another hundred swats. The slap of hand against butt made a sharper sound now that the cotton panties were no longer there to muffle the sound. Mandy found the sound almost hypnotic, and the combination of sound and sensation relaxed her even further. Her mind wandered; Mandy's thoughts drifted and mixed. How bad was Steffi getting it? Did Daddy realize that every spank sent vibrations straight to her pussy?
Mandy's father had to repeat himself three times before the young girl realized that the warmup spanking was over. She shook herself out of her daze and heard Daddy's last few words. "... up. Let's take care of what you got at school." Mandy stood up slowly and let her skirt fall back down.
"Thanks to your numerous trip to the principal's office last year, I'm familiar with how Mrs. Wainwright spanks. But what about Mrs. Clifford?"
"She ... she paddled me. Ten times."
"I'll give you a choice. Do you want me to split it up the same way you got it at school, or do you want all forty with one implement?"
"Um, you can split it up."
"All right. Get in position for the paddle." While Mandy bent over the back of the sofa, he fetched the big paddle. Standing behind her he said, "Tell me how many to give you."

"Ten, Daddy." Mandy felt her skirt being lifted again. WHAM! CRACK! WHACK!
The combination of a bare bottom and the way her dad spanked harder than Mrs. Clifford had an immediate effect on Mandy. Tears rolled from her eyes, though she didn't cry out loud. But ten powerful blows with the paddle had Mandy finally feeling real pain. After the tenth wallop, her dad went to get the strap. Mandy stood and turned to the wall. Standing about four feet away, she leaned forward and braced her hands against the wall, slightly above her head. Finally she spread her feet apart to the width they would be were she

straddling the board in the principal's office. This was the usual position she took when she was getting a "Mrs. Wainwright" at home. Aaron lifted his daughter's skirt once more, tucking it into its own waistband. Without a word, he laid into Mandy with the strap. Thirty hard strokes left the fifteen-year-old sobbing. When it was over,

Mandy dropped to her knees and remained there, crying and rubbing her bottom.
After giving her time to regain her composure, Mandy's father announced the next phase of her punishment. "I think smoking is serious enough to warrant a naked, full-family spanking, and that's what you would get under ordinary circumstances. However, your

mother and I are planning to go out as soon as she gets home and has showered and changed, and Rick won't be home until seven o'clock. So it's just me, and that's why I came home early. You know what to do."

Mandy slowly stood and removed her skirt. Her blouse and bra followed, and then she removed her panties. Turning to face her father she waited, naked, for his next instruction. "As you know, we give you naked spankings to add a bit of humiliation to your punishment. Normally, letting the whole family see you naked is sufficient. But since it's just me seeing you this time, I've decided to use some new, more embarrassing spanking

positions to compensate. That being the case, I would like you to go upstairs and put on your thong so that I don't see any more than

necessary." Mandy's head shot up. "B-but Daddy, I d-don't have a th-thong! You and mom said..."
Abruptly, Aaron grabbed Mandy's arm and bent her over the back the sofa. Ten quick, hard strokes from the strap made Mandy shriek in pain and surprise.
"That's for lying, Amanda. For the record, you left your laundry in the dryer yesterday, and Mom found a thong amongst your things.

Now, get upstairs and put it on, then get right back down here." Without another word of protest, Mandy ran for her room to get into her thong. !"!"!"
Jacob zipped his fly while Gail licked his juices from her lips. "Did I get it all?" Gail asked.

"There's still some on your chin." "Oops!" Gail used a finger to wipe away the last bit of the semen that had leaked out of her mouth, then licked her finger clean. "There. Do you think that will hold you until we've finished punishing Steffani?"

"I think so! Why don't you help me deal with her?" Jacob leaned in close and whispered into Gail's ear, and Gail smiled in response. The two of them strode into the living room. Steffi jumped when they came in, but remained silent. She trembled in fear, though, fully aware that her impending punishment was going to be severe.

"All right, Steffani," said Jacob, "It's my turn. Stand up!" Steffi's tears started to flow as she stood. "Please don't, Daddy!" "Please do you mean! You know good and well that you've earned

this, Steffi. You're not going to beg your way out of it." Jacob grabbed his daughter's arm and led her to the sofa. "Get up there, on your knees. Face the arm." He watched his whimpering daughter obey, adding instructions until she was exactly in the position he wanted her in, with the fronts of her thighs pressed against the inside of the arm.
Jacob retrieved his favorite implement: the heavy wooden paddle. "Hands behind your head," he instructed. Steffi quickly locked her fingers together behind her head. "I want you to keep them there until I'm finished. If you move your hands away from your head, I'm going to start all over again. Understand?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."
"Good. We'll start with one hundred. Gail, why don't you restrain her so that she's not tempted to move out of position?" Steffi was too shocked to protest when her mother stepped in front of her and pinched both of her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Only a gasp escaped her lips, and she looked at her mom incredulously.

"Just to help you stay in position, Steffi," Gail said with a smirk. Steffi luched backward when the first blow from the paddle

cracked across her ass, and she immediately regretted it. Sharp pain shot through her breasts when her nipples were yanked.

"Mommeeeee!" she squealed. "Don't move, and it won't hurt," Gail said simply. But it did hurt. She was pinching her daughter's nipples very tightly.

It took all of Steffi's willpower to remain motionless as the paddling progressed. In an effort to distract herself from the humiliation and the unaccustomed pain in her tits, she concentrated on the familiar pain in her ass by silently counting the blows. … two, three, four, five … It helped somewhat, but it didn't dispel the knowledge that there was much more to come.

!"!"!" "So, um, new positions?" Mandy tried to hide her curiosity behind a facade of nervousness. It worked, since her father honestly had no clue that she enjoyed spankings.

"Yes. When I've spanked you naked in the past, I've made a conscious effort to avoid seeing anything more than your pubic hair," Aaron explained frankly. "However, these new positions would expose far more than hair were you not covered." He looked slightly

uncomfortable, but forged onward. "Your humiliation will come from the fact that we both know that only a strip of thin fabric prevents me from seeing more … detail." Mandy understood what he meant: pink. Despite her relationship

with Rick, Mandy did indeed feel uncomfortable with the idea of her dad seeing everything down there. She reluctantly admitted to

herself that whatever he had in mind sounded like it was going to bring back the humiliation that no longer existed in the "full-family, naked" spankings. "Wh-what do you want me to do?"

Aaron picked up the paddle and sat down in his recliner. "Come sit on my lap, with your back toward me." When Mandy was seated, he continued. "Straddle my legs, and then lean forward until both of your hands are touching the floor." As his daughter followed his instructions, Aaron gripped her legs and guided them up and back until they were spread wide to either side of him. Blood rushed to Mandy's face. It was caused partly by gravity, but mostly it was shame. She was painfully aware that her crotch was pointed right at her father, and the idea that he was looking there chased away any arousal she might othewise have felt. Oh god, I

hope my pussy lips aren't showing! WHACK! The paddle struck Mandy's left buttcheek. The second blow cracked against her right cheek, and then another hit her left. Mandy began to sob as the blows mounted. She cried much harder

than she normally would during a similarly severe spanking in a more conventional position. She breathed a silent sigh of relief when the paddling ended after only fifty blows.

!"!"!" Humiliated and in a lot of pain, Steffi's punishment went on and on. After the paddling with her mom pinching her nipples, she was bent over the arm of the sofa for another hundred with the paddle. That was followed immediately by a hundred strokes from her father's belt. Her father finished her punishment by making her bend over with her hands on the sofa cushions. He made Steffi shriek in agony by administering twenty strokes with that cruel cane of his. The strokes covered her from just below her tailbone to halfway

down her thighs. She knew that the weals on her thighs would be painfully obvious at school the next day. When the caning ended she crumpled to the floor.

"I don't want to have to deal with this again, Steffi," Jacob said seriously. "If I even hear rumors about you smoking again, count on getting double what I gave you today. Now I want you to go to your room and stay there for the rest of the night."
Steffi needed no further encouragement. She gathered up her shirt and fled up the stairs.
"Oh, and Steffi?"
The teenager stopped at the sound of her father's voice. "Don't wear that thong out of the house."
"Yes sir," Steffi mumbled before continuing to her room. Face down on her bed, sobbing, Steffi remembered a suggestion Mandy had given her — something that would ease the pain. She reached under her body and slipped her fingers into the front of her thong. Easily finding her clit, she rubbed gently. She closed her eyes and imagined that it was Mandy touching her there, licking her there. Soon she came, and her body rocked gently as the waves of

pleasure intruded upon her pain. Steffi began to masturbate faster, and in a moment another orgasm flooded her senses. She imagined

Mandy putting her fingers into her pussy, and her own fingers paralleled the fantasy, feeling her wetness and bringing on yet another climax.
She didn't know when the fantasy changed, but she gradually realized that she was no longer thinking about Mandy. It was Rick's dick she imagined was plunging in and out of her. Steffi's next

orgasm was the most powerful she had ever felt.
!"!"!"
At her father's direction, Mandy cleared everything off the coffee table, then waited.
"Lie down on your back."
Mandy did as she was told, nervously wondering what her father was going to do now. She was contrite and horribly embarrassed already, very conscious that her tits were exposed and pointing upward. She couldn't believe that her dad was going to whip them! She was swearing to herself that she was never going to smoke again.
"Now I want you to pull your knees up to your chest, and wrap your arms around your legs."
Mandy did as she was told, realizing at once that her small breasts were in no danger. But now her ass was pointing up. She could feel the crotch of her thong stretching tightly across her pussy and biting into the crack of her ass.

Aaron set the paddle aside and picked up the strap. "In case you're wondering, this is called the `diaper position'. I'm sure you can guess why."

"Yeah," Mandy mumbled, blushing furiously. "Well, let's continue." Aaron raised the strap and brought it down hard across his daughter's upturned bottom. He concentrated on her sit spot, whipping that area to a bright red. He heard Mandy's miserable wailing but ignored it, determined to teach the teenager a lesson. It didn't cross his mind that the strokes were landing very close to his daughter's genitals — some even striking her there. The thought that this would have a sexual effect upon Mandy was even

farther from his mind. To Aaron Clark, spanking was nothing more than punishment.
Fifty strokes later, Mandy was well-chastised and humiliated. "Pick up your clothes and go to your room, Mandy," said Aaron. "I hope

you will remember this the next time you think about smoking!" "Y-yes, Daddy," Mandy sobbed.
Later, from her room, Mandy heard her mother come home. She listened to her parents getting ready for their night out, and heard them leave soon after. She picked up her phone and quickly dialed

Rick's cell phone number. When he answered she said, "It's me. Be rough." She hung up and called Steffi.
They exchanged descriptions of their respective spankings, and Steffi described her masturbation fantasies to Mandy. She was shy about telling Mandy that she had thought about Rick, but confessed that the orgasms did indeed help with the pain.
"So you like my brother?" Mandy asked, remembering what Rick had told her.
"Yeah. He's soooo hot!"
"Want me to talk to him?"
"Oh god no! I'll die! Promise you won't say anything!" "I promise," Mandy replied, smiling slyly to herself. !"!"!"
Rick had clearly understood what Mandy had meant when she called him. He came in the front door and went straight to his sister's room. Walking right in without knocking, he moved to her bed and yanked the covers off her. He shook Mandy to rouse her from her feigned sleep, then climbed on top of her. "Okay, bitch, you're gonna do what I want, or else!" Rick growled. To emphasize his point he grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed hard. He rolled off of his sister and unfastened his pants, freeing his fully erect cock. Grabbing Mandy's hair he pulled her head to his crotch and ordered her, "Suck it!"

Mandy obediently went down on him. She didn't have to bob up and down, because Rick was forcing her down on his shaft. More than once she had to fight to suppress her gag reflex when the head of Rick's cock banged against the back of her throat. She sucked as hard as she could.

Keeping one hand on the back of his sister's head, Rick reached between her legs with the other and shoved two fingers into her pussy. He frigged her hard and fast, keeping it up until she was soaking wet. As soon as she came he pulled her head away from his crotch. Rolling her onto her back, he pushed her legs apart and rammed his cock into her dripping hole.
"Take it, bitch!" RIck growled. He could feel Mandy's pussy clenching around his rod, and he liked the feeling. His little sister was so damned tight already, and he didn't know any other girl who could flex her pussy muscles to make herself even tighter. Out of all the girls Rick had fucked — and there were quite a few — none were as good as Mandy.

"Oooooooh … fuck me hard, Rick …" Mandy moaned with pleasure. None of the boys Mandy had fucked had a dick as big as her brother's. The pain of her recent spanking still throbbed, enhancing the sensations that Rick's cock was sending through her. She came for the second time, loudly. Each of Rick's thrusts pressed her sore ass down into the mattress, enhancing Mandy's pleasure

even more and driving away the humiliation she felt during her earlier punishment. She squeezed her tits hard, matching Rick's roughness. "You like big brother's dick, don't you?" Rick asked. "It's the best, ain't it?"

"Oh fuck! I love it!" Mandy gasped as another orgasm rocked her. "Fuck me harder, Rick! Treat me like a slut …" She pinched her nipples hard enough to hurt, and came again.

By this time RIck was slamming into Mandy's pussy as hard as he could. "You're such a slut, Mandy," RIck grunted.
"I am … I am …" Mandy mumbled. "I'm such a fucking slut!" "You like it when it hurts, don't you, slut?"

"Yes! Make it hurt, Rick! I want you to make it hurt!" Rick pulled out and turned Mandy onto her stomach. "Get your ass in the air!" he commanded. When Mandy complied, he grabbed her hips and shoved himself back into her cunny. He placed his hands on her welt-covered ass and squeezed very hard. Mandy groaned in pain and Rick could feel her pussy tighten around his cock. He slapped both cheeks simultaneously, making Mandy cry out again. With his dick still buried to the hilt, he administered ten slaps in rapid succession to each buttock His sister howled, and he resumed fucking her hard and fast.
Mandy was soon lost in a near-overload of ecstatic pain and pleasure. She came again and again, nearly climaxing every time Rick's hips slapped against her ass. Oh god, this is almost too much! I can't believe how long he's lasting!

Rick had indeed lasted a long time, but inevitably his own climax approached. "I'm gonna come!" he announced as he pulled out of his sister's box. Mandy immediately rolled over and sat up, positioning her face in front of her brother's pulsing cock. "Come on my face," she begged.

WIth a cry of, "Oh shit!" Rick exploded. His first volley caught Mandy right between the eyes with a huge wad of spooge. More shots spattered on her cheeks and chin before Mandy grabbed the spurting shaft and wrapped her lips around it. Rick nearly collapsed as Mandy sucked ravenously, milking him for every last drop of semen. When there was none left in Rick, Mandy scooped up what was on her face and licked her fingers clean, swallowing it all. The incestuous siblings just sat in silence for several minutes, listening to the sound of each other's heavy breathing. Finally, Mandy spoke. "Thank you, Rick."

"For what?" "For making me feel better after Daddy spanked me." Mandy explained how their father had punished her, and the new form of humiliation. Then she giggled and said, "I think he was as embarrassed as I was." "If he only knew what we do," Rick added. "He'd shit."

"And probably whip both of us till we couldn't walk!" They laughed at that, and then Rick remembered something. "Hey, you said you had something you wanted me to do for you. What was it?"
"Oh, that. Well, um, I was gonna ask you to eat my pussy, like they do in those movies."
"I've never done that before," Rick said.
"I know. I was just gonna ask to to give it a try." "Okay, I will."
"Not now," Mandy answered quickly. "I don't think I could take anymore tonight."
"Next time, then."
"Yeah." Mandy was silent for a moment, then said, "I have something to tell you. You'll like it!"
"What?"
"Um, remember what you said about Steffi?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I talked to her on the phone before got home and …" "Did she get a bad spanking too?"
"Yeah. So she told me all about it, and I told her about mine. Then she told me that she played with herself after the spanking, like I told her to do. She doesn't have anybody to make her feel better, so I

kinda showed her how to get herself off." "Really?"
"Uh-huh. And she said that thinking about you while she did it really helped."
"No shit?"
"She's got a big crush on you. Didn't you notice the way she always looks at you?"
"Well, now that you mention it …"
"Don't tell her I told you any of this, though! She'll be too embarrassed to ever talk to you again! Promise?"
"I promise! But, I'd still like to, you know …" "You wanna fuck her. And I'm gonna help." Mandy told her brother about the lesbian sex she and Steffi had had, and then she told him her plan.

Punishment count Steffi: 400 spanks
Mandy: 371 spanks

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