Monday, April 15, 2013

Her Last Family Council

© Guyspencer 2013
                                                     Her Last Family Council

Parents almost always remember “firsts”; such as their child’s first word, first day at school, first love affair, etc.  “Lasts” however, are much more difficult to detect, but can be even more precious.  “Lasts” can only be enjoyed in retrospect because you are seldom aware that something is happening for the last time.  By “lasts,” I mean events such as the last time a daddy carries his sleeping child to bed, the last time she needs to be dressed, or even perhaps that last diaper. 

Since you know this is a spanking story, you’ve probably already guessed that this is the story of a last spanking.  At least, this was the last spanking that Susan Parker received from her parents.  After that, who knows?


They knew immediately that something was bothering Susan. When they noticed the dent in the car, they guessed at least part of the story.

Susan at first denied all knowledge of the damage.  That lie was her real mistake. She would face punishment for that.  The story got worse as they finally wormed it out of her.  It had been a parking misjudgement, and there had been another car involved.  From the paint smear on the fender, they knew it was a red car.  Susan had left the scene without even leaving a note.

They made Susan do the detective work to find the other car.  In their small town, it wasn’t difficult.  An apology and a promise to pay fixed that situation.  Their own car was old, so they decided just to live with the dent.  All in all, it wasn’t the end of the world, except that their 16 year-old daughter had told them a bare-faced lie.  

In the Parker family, there was a standard punishment for a deliberate lie, and Susan knew well what it was. 

The parents waited a couple days before having a quiet talk with their oldest daughter.  Susan was a good girl.  It had been more than a year since her last spanking, but she was due one now.  They emphasized that the reason for her punishment had nothing to do with the accident itself. Their concern was mostly about the lie, but also about her leaving the scene without notifying the owner of the other car.  She was told that she would be the subject of a “Family Council” that evening.  She knew what that would mean.

Susan received the news with tears, but she didn’t try to beg off.  She knew what she had done, knew she had no excuse, and had a clear idea what her punishment would be.  In the Parker family, punishments were never a secret, and were always considered a family matter.  Spankings were infrequent, but they were always given at a family council after the reasons had been clearly explained to all.

At supper that evening, the father solemnly announced that there would be a family council promptly at seven thirty.  Susan’s brother John (14) looked at his sister Betty (12).  They knew that neither of them were in trouble.  Since Susan was so rarely in trouble, they wrongly guessed that this particular family council had nothing to do with discipline.    The look on Susan’s face would have told them otherwise, but they missed it.


The family council convened at the appointed time.  As normal, all three children wore their pajamas.  As normal, the parents sat alone side-by-side on the couch, with the mother on the father’s left.  The children pulled up various chairs and sat expectantly in a semicircle facing their parents.

It was the father who did the talking.  He explained the events that had landed Susan in trouble, emphasizing that she was not being spanked for her parking mishap, but only for her behavior afterwards, and especially for the deliberate lie.

Shocked, John and Betty looked at their big sister and saw tears freely flowing down her cheeks.

Since this was a family morality lesson as much as a punishment, he went on to discuss what a terrible habit lying is and the horrors it can lead to.

Mother spoke up, “Susan, it’s your turn to talk.  What do you have to say for yourself?”

Usually Susan hated this part of the family ritual, but this time she was angry, angry with herself, and determined to take her punishment with true contrition and as much dignity as possible.  “I can only say that what I did was wrong and stupid.  I can’t believe I acted that way.  It will never happen again.”

“I’m glad to hear that Susan,” mother replied, “That’s a very grownup attitude.”

Miserably, Susan nodded her acceptance.  Looking at her siblings she said, “I’m sorry if I ruined your evening, and don’t feel too sorry for me.  Lying is wrong.”

The Parkers lived in a modest two bedroom home.  Therefore, privacy for five people was a challenge.  Particularly in the single bathroom, privacy sometimes had to give way to practicality.  For example, it was an unwritten rule that when someone was in the shower, the rest of the bathroom was available to others.  If that resulted in some accidental flash of nakedness, nobody paid any attention.

Early on, the parents decided that the children would grow up comfortable with the sight of each other’s bodies.  As youngsters, they shared communal baths and a single bedroom.  At the first signs of puberty, they quietly stopped the communal baths and built a makeshift bedroom for John in the basement.  Still, the youngsters remained familiar with the sight of each other’s bodies.  One reason for that familiarity was that the family’s punishment ritual remained unchanged; pants-off, in the living room, on the couch, in front of the family council.

Looking at his nearly grown daughter, Mr. Parker was having second thoughts.  He suddenly wished that he had thought to discuss this matter with his wife.  He certainly didn’t wish to appear weak, but perhaps it was time to add a bit of modesty to their punishment routine? 

Had Susan asked, he probably would have weakened and at least waited until she was in place to bare her.  Instead, the contrite girl took matters into her own hands.

Susan stood and walked to her parents.  She hugged her mother and mumbled “Sorry mommy.”  Then she hugged her father saying, “I’m sorry daddy.  Do what you need to do.”  Then, not knowing that there might be another option, she automatically followed the procedure she had always known.  She stood and skinned off her pajama bottoms, stepping out of them to present herself nude from the waist down. Then she handed the pajama bottoms to her mother, who folded them neatly and placed them on her lap.

John and Betty watched avidly.  Oh yes, they noticed the new puff of hair at the apex of Susan’s coltish legs, but it wasn’t their sister’s body that held their main fascination.  Instead, they were absorbed in this rare family drama, their oldest sister actually misbehaving and getting spanked! 

Susan crawled up on the couch to her father’s right, and laid herself across his lap.  She pillowed her face in her mother’s lap, and stretched her feet along the couch.   Gently but firmly, mother pinioned her daughter’s arms.  She wouldn’t wear those pajama bottoms any more that evening, so her face was pillowed in the folded garment.  It would absorb her tears, her mucus, and even her drool as she reacted to her punishment. 

Frederick Parker honestly hated to spank his children, but he also took his parental duties seriously and one of those was to deliver the occasional spanking.  The tradition of the “family council” came from his wife’s (Mary’s) family.  Fred favored the idea because he honestly believed that “sharing the lesson,” by insisting that all spankings be witnessed by the entire family, would mean that he would have to give fewer spankings overall. 

Also, he hated making spanking decisions almost as much as he hated spanking.  Both parents agreed that spankings should be rare but also memorable.   So Fred gave no mild spankings.  By having rigid rules and an unchanging procedure, there were usually no decisions to be made.  All knew what to expect, so the parents just had to “do their duty” whenever one of their children misbehaved. 

Also, since both Fred and Mary were always both present at any spanking, Fred was actually content to leave any judgement calls up to his wife, who seemed less reticent about spanking than he was.  The one big variable in their spanking routine involved the possible use of the hairbrush.  Fred was happy to leave that choice up to his wife.


Fred looked down at his daughter’s rapidly maturing bottom and wished he were somewhere else, anywhere else.  Susan’s nether cheeks, perfectly positioned to receive correction, clenched and dimpled in unhappy anticipation.  Between the hold that her mother had on her arms, and her father’s firm restraining arm just above her waist, the girl was quite helpless.

Finally Fred started his grim project.  Using more fingertip than palm, he rained mild swats all over her buttocks, creating only the mildest of pink glows.  Seeing no reason to hurry the process, he paused to allow that to soak in.  Breathing hard, but not yet sobbing, Susan waited for the inevitable resumption, and for the inevitable escalation.

He finally started again, this time with slightly harder swats which each left a definite pink splotch.  This time he ranged freely and randomly above and below her sit spots, staking out his territory.  Susan bit her lip, but remained still and silent even though her tears already flowed freely.

Even though intellectually Susan knew better, she fooled herself momentarily into believing that perhaps she was finally “woman enough” to take her punishment stoically.  Of course, her father had barely begun!

After a second pause, he started again, this time landing moderately hard spanks that employed much more palm.  Susan tried to hold out, but she finally started to squirm.  Still fighting it, she locked her ankles together to keep her legs from kicking.  Finally, without her even realizing she was speaking.   “Owwwww” escaped her lips.  By now, her bottom displayed a distinctly red hue.

He paused again.  Susan sobbed quietly, she knew now that she had lost the battle before it had really began.

In Fred’s mind, the real spanking hadn’t even started yet, but it would soon!  He allowed Susan to squirm a few moments and then asked, “Will you ever lie to us again?”

“Nooo” wailed Susan.  “Never again. I’m sorry.”

“Good answer, but you’re about to be sorrier” he warned.  Then he resumed the spanking, only this time with a slow, relentless series of judicious, full-bodied spanks that seemed to go on forever.  As soon as she felt that first nearly full-strength spank, Susan knew that she could never hold out against one of her father’s spankings, and that it was silly to dream that it was possible.  Before she knew it, she was wailing apologies and unlikely promises of forever perfect behavior.  Quickly, her utterances degenerated into incoherence and embarrassingly loud screeches.   Her poor bottom bounced and rippled as spank after spank landed seemingly randomly all over her bottom and upper thighs.  Her legs fanned against the couch as if she were swimming, but the rest of her was held quite immobile.

This time there were no pauses.  The spanking would continue until the parents decided that she had been fully spanked. 

Even though both John and Betty had experienced and observed their share of spankings, Parker family spankings were always a sobering experience. The brother stared open-mouthed at the sight of his biggest sister crying and carrying on like someone half her age.  The little sister watched with a stricken look on her face and a tear in her eye.  Even though Susan had told them not to feel sorry for her, they both felt empathy for their big sister.

Finally it was over...except that it wasn’t!  When Susan began displaying all of the normal signs of a well-spanked girl, the mother silently jabbed the father in the ribs.  He nodded in agreement, and stopped.  They gave Susan a few moments to recover, but they never relinquished their hold on her.  It began to dawn on Susan that this spanking wasn’t quite over. 

Earlier, Susan could have asked her parents about the hairbrush, but she didn’t because she was afraid of the answer.  So Susan didn’t know that moments before the family council, Mrs. Parker had handed her husband the hairbrush.   As he had sat down on the couch, he had tucked it behind him.  Now it was time to put to use.

Looking down at his miserable livid-bottomed darling, he considered weakening and letting her off.  But then he thought of John and Betty.  What sort of message would that send to them?  It was thoughts of a possible confrontation with his wife that clinched the deal. She expected him to brand his daughter with the hairbrush, and so he would.

He reached behind and fished out the brush.  In a slightly choked voice he intoned, “Sorry Susan, but a lie is a very serious thing.  You will feel this for a few days to reinforce your lesson.”

He started by branding each sit spot with two hard swats.  Susan threw her head back and screamed.  Fred didn’t prolong it.  Alternating from right buttock to left, it took him little more than one minute to spank his way from the bottom of her buttocks to the top, and then spank his way back down to her sit spots.  Each stroke of the brush left it’s mark on her poor bottom.  Susan took it badly, but at least it was over quickly.

They spent a few minutes comforting the distraught girl before carefully helping her to her feet.  As she danced, rubbed, and sobbed quietly, the parents had a conversation with John and Betty to ensure that they understood the lesson involved and how to apply it to their own lives so that they need never suffer as their big sister had.  Then those two were dismissed.

Finally the parents led Susan to her bedroom, where they washed her face, hugged her, kissed her, put her to bed, and remained until she drifted off to sleep.

In an unofficial family tradition, Susan gave John and Betty a good look at her bottom the next day.  They were duly impressed by the damage, which only reinforced the parent’s lesson.

Susan's spanking seemed to be a great success.  For one thing, as the title of the story implies, that turned out to be Susan’s last childhood spanking.  More importantly, Susan seemed to grow up to value honesty and to insist on it with others.  Her siblings John and Betty also seemed to learn an important lesson, and did do painlessly. 

On the other hand, that wasn’t the last time Susan misbehaved, not by far!  Susan resolved to avoid future spankings, but that last spanking had impressed on her the value of planning ahead!  In short, Susan became a clever sneak.  Her last few years at home were a study in undetected crime! 

So that last spanking had a profound effect on the girl, just not precisely the effect that her parents would have wanted.   

© Guyspencer 2013


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wish I was Susan

10:16 PM, April 25, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I mouth off to my BF of 2 years really bad and I got a punishment spanking. I didn't mouth off like that again. A punishment spanking from my BF is what he calls a real spanking. OTK, bare, there no specified number of swats I get as many as he determines and there no set time limit either it continues until he decides not me. The worse thing is he always uses that dam bamboo backscratcher he got from the dollar store. He uses the flat part of the handle and it stings like the dickens. With basiclly unlimited swats, bare ass his legs scissor locking mine, I'm crying hiccup type sobbing by the time he decides to stops. I never yelled f-U is load as I could straight in his face again.

2:14 AM, March 16, 2015  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm a 57 year old woman, and I sympathize with Susan's plight. I too was spanked for lying to my parents, and to them that's the worst thing I could do. I was 15 when it happened and it was probably the worst one I ever got. I was sent to my bedroom, and told to remove my jeans and underpants and stand in the corner to think about what I had done and what was coming. Then mother and daddy would enter my room hairbrush in hand. Mother would stack two pillows on my bed which I had to lay over. I can remember the embarrassment and humility I felt my bare bottom exposed to them. Mother always said that was part of the punishment. I also remember daddy's hand on the small of my back as he swatted me with the hairbrush. My bottom was red for a week after, it's a spanking that left a lasting impression on me.

10:12 PM, July 31, 2016  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I get so turned on giving my girlfriend all kinds of spankings, from erotic to just because spanking and even real ones that make her loss her composure, cry and sob. I see it as a gift of submission she gives me. She always has a safe word unless it's a real one she like to get sometimes.

Fortunately, I have a girlfriend who likes it also. She actually turned me on to it and brought out the spanko in me. Is it wrong to admit that I enjoy it? I get so turned on as I watch take her pants down knowing that she has given me full permission to spank her or sometime give her a real one. I have conflicting emotions inside. I don't like woman who are abused but I like spanking my girlfriend now.

Its like is a psychological afrodeysic to me. I love the control aspect, its like asking me to discipline her is the ultimate sign of respect and I feel honored she choose me to have that authority.

The actual spanking is exciting to me also. I mean when I turn her over my knee and it completely consensual I feel so stimulated by the whole experience. Seeing her beautiful bare bottom in front of me knowing she is expecting me to spank her and sometimes until she is crying hysterically is huge rush.

For real ones she always like to to be spanked until she cries really hard. But she has a extremely high pain tolerance so I have to wail on her ass really and fast for a long time to push her over the edge to loose her composer. Sometime with no warm up, she likes the "shock and awe" effects from the start for rhe real spankings. For real one she relinquishes her safe word. She says a real spanking isn't worth taking unless it's unbearable and doesn't make her cry, so she expects me to make her cry hard. She likes the cathartic release about once a month.

Is it wrong to feel good about having that authority and power she gave me. I also really get turned on when I start to spank her usually start out with my hand to start with. I am so stimulated when I see her clench up tight and I see all the muscular definition of her butt cheecks.

It is electifying for me to hear her react and I feel compelled to smack harder and faster. To see her feet fluttering and her ass cheecks are turning red to bright red, its like I go into a trance in my mind. The longer the spanking goes on the more I get turned on and I am not sure if I should feel guilty of that or not?

I have never seen her do the post spanking hop I heard some described but I might bring that up to my Jill. I usually use my belt over my knee for discipline and I feel the powerful sense of authority as I began removing it and I feel extremely respected by Jill as she begins dropping her pants when I order her too.

Is something wrong with me, that after experienced spanking someone that I discovered that I really like it myself? Am I the only guy who feels these things. Or is my girlfriend just weird that she loves the pain of a good sound butt blistering once a month.

Stories you might want to read that I enjoyed too that my girlfriend shared with me.

Story 1: Spanking Friend and Nieghbor

Story 2: Spanking Engagment

Story 3: Spanking Contest

11:19 PM, December 13, 2016  

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