Turnabout
If you were lucky enough to grow up in a normal family with a full set of parents, you probably remember that your father’s wallet was seldom a temptation. All day long, that wallet likely followed him around attached to his left buttock like a huge wart. At night it probably wasn’t far from his bed. Therefore, you never had a chance to be tempted by its contents.
Your mother’s purse was likely a different matter. The moment your mother entered the house, she likely dropped it in some favorite spot. There, it would sit unguarded and forgotten for hours at a time. Therefore, your mother’s purse was likely available to you. Since it probably contained at least a trifle of money, it couldn’t help but be a temptation.
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Debra Foster, a beautiful sixteen-year-old, watched carefully as her mother went downstairs to the laundry. She peeked around the corner to assure herself that her mother was folding clothes, a job that would take her several minutes. Then she went to the little table in the hallway where her mother’s purse always lived.
She told herself that it was really a trifling matter. Debby had already spent her allowance for the week, but the department store had gotten a new lipstick shade in that she “needed”. Debby told herself that it was just a loan. Her mother would never miss ten dollars anyhow!
The money was in her hand, and she had just replaced her mother’s wallet into the purse when Troy, her brother, appeared with a triumphant look on his face, “Caught you! I’ll bet you have been doing this all along!” Debby opened her mouth to deny that she was stealing money, but the green bill in her hand made any such attempt ludicrous.
Troy was only one year younger than Debby. Usually they got along, but he seemed to have changed lately, and not in a good way. Some call it “teenage angst”, but mother just called it “growing pains”.
To her shame, Debby next found herself in Troy’s bedroom attempting to negotiate his silence.
“It’s like this,” he said, “Simply take your punishment from me and mother need never know that you’re a thief. Plus you get to keep the money!”
She actually considered allowing him to spank her, except that he insisted on doing it “like Mommy would do it”, meaning bare bottom. Very bare bottom!
Both Debby and Troy were still subject to occasional spankings, but because of their age, spankings were always done in private and always by the like-gender parent. However, one thing hadn’t changed since their early childhood; spankings were given bare bottom. If not naked, then totally bare from the waist down.
Debby just couldn’t bring herself to let Troy see her bare. She even offered to let him do it over her panties, but he was adamant. Finally, tearfully and bitterly she gave up. At first Troy misinterpreted her tears, taking them for surrender. But her next words changed everything!
“OK Troy, you win. You won’t even need to tattle on me. I’m going downstairs to confess.”
Troy suddenly realized that he might have overplayed his hand. “You’re, you’re not going to tell her about this conversation are you?
“What do you think?” Debby sniffed. “Your attempted blackmail made me realize how wrong I was. How could I ever think about stealing? Especially from my own mother! And how could I ever lower myself enough to negotiate with a blackmailer? ”
Realizing that the situation had turned about, and that Debby was suddenly in the driver’s seat, Troy backpedaled wildly, offering first to “forget everything” and finally offering to take a spanking himself! Debby knew that any such agreement she made with Troy could literally “bite her in the ass” if he changed his mind and talked or if it was discovered by her parents. Wisely, she refused.
Troy’s final gambit was a threat to deny everything. Debby had an easy answer to that, “Go ahead and try it! Everybody knows that you’re a terrible liar, and now we’ve just discovered that you’re a lousy blackmailer also. Mother will see through you instantly!”
By now, Debby had realized that confessing was not only the right thing to do, it would instantly free her from Troy’s blackmail. Steeling herself, she marched from the room without a backward glance.
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In his room, Troy listened to silence, silence that seemed to last forever. There was nothing that he could do except to hope that either Debby had changed her mind about confessing, or would confess without implicating him, or that mother would focus on Debby’s theft and forget about him! Considering these three possible “outs” from his situation, he found a desperate hope.
There was one thing that he conceded though; Troy knew that he was a terrible liar. He would never be able to lie his way out of this!
Finally Troy heard footsteps outside his door. After a perfunctory knock, mother stuck her head in his bedroom. “Troy, is what I just heard correct? Did you try to blackmail your sister?”
Troy now knew that all was lost. Trying to lie or minimize what he had done would only make things worse.
“Yes mom,” he croaked, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You really thought that giving your sister a bare bottom spanking was a good idea?”
Tears formed in Troy’s eyes, “I’m sorry mom. I was stupid.”
“OK,” she said heavily, “At least you admitted it. Honestly, I’m in shock. I’ll need your father’s help to decide what to do about you, so just stay in your bedroom for now.”
“Yes mom. I’m sorry mom.”
Knowing he was in serious trouble, Troy morosely waited in his bedroom and suffered through another period of silence. Eventually the silence was broken by the sound of a spanking. He knew the sounds must be coming from Debby’s bedroom. He heard several spanks before he heard Debby’s voice start to respond. At first she loudly exclaimed and offered loud but futile apologies and promises of perfect future behavior. Gradually the spanks became louder, but Debby’s voice became louder still, more shrill and less coherent. Occasionally he could hear his mother’s loud voice, scolding or asking some rhetorical question the way parents do at times like this.
Then things finally got quiet again. The spanking seemed to stop, but he could still hear his sister sobbing, and hear his mother’s voice. Mother’s voice was softer now, but with a determined undertone that he knew and feared.
For perhaps two entire minutes he heard nothing. Just when he had allowed himself to hope it was over, he heard, “No mommy, NO!”
Seconds later, he heard the distinct sound of the back of the family hairbrush impacting taut teenage buttflesh, followed almost immediately by Debby’s agonized shriek. He clapped his hands over his ears, but it didn’t help. The paddling was longer than any he had ever heard. When it finally ended, Debby’s voice was hoarse and she was obviously worn out.
It took a long time for Debby to stop crying, but finally the house again became silent. Troy waited, knowing that he would somehow be next. Without warning, his mother’s head again popped into his bedroom, “Did you hear that Troy?”
Soberly he nodded.
“You are in for that and more young man. Honestly Troy, I’m disgusted by your behavior. I’ve already talked to your father. He’ll be home at the usual time.”
Sadly and lamely, Troy responded, “Yes mom. I’m sorry mom.”
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When father arrived, he promptly disappeared into the bedroom with mother. They talked for a long time. Given their horror at their son’s dishonest and (frankly) creepy behavior, they came to a decision that previously would have been unthinkable in their family.
With the decision made, but not yet “chiseled in stone”, father went to confront Troy. He started by carefully listening to Troy’s side of the story, then he asked a few questions. To his credit, Troy was truthful to his father, even though he assumed that his father was there to spank him.
Sure enough, Troy saw that special serious-but-sad pre-spanking look on his father’s face. Father hugged his son and said, “This isn’t the end of the world Troy. You seem to be honestly sorry, and you’ve been honest with me. You’ll be punished, punished hard I’m afraid, but then you’ll be forgiven so life can go back to normal OK?”
Troy could do little but agree.
Then father surprised and puzzled Troy by ordering him to remove everything but his underpants, after which he abruptly left the room.
Their decision now firm, they visited Debby in her bedroom to explain their plans for Troy’s punishment.
They found her dressed in her pajamas, and outwardly recovered from her punishment. Father started by saying that he was disappointed with Debby’s theft, but that she had been punished and forgiven, so that was the end of it.
Then followed a careful conversation about the punishment they had planned for Troy and why they had decided on it. They explained to Debby what she would definitely see, and frankly warned her about what she might see. They reminded her that she wasn’t far from being an adult and that what she saw shouldn’t come as any shock to her. Finally, they stressed family privacy. She must not discuss this with anyone outside the family.
Mother took Debby downstairs, while father went to Troy’s bedroom. Troy stood, expecting to lose his underpants and then be paddled by his father. But that wasn’t what happened! Father pointed to the door “OK Troy, your punishment will be downstairs, so let’s go.” When he realized what his father was saying, Troy was horrified. He opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Ultimately, he meekly followed father downstairs.
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Wearing only his briefs, Troy entered the living room to find his mother and Debby already sitting on the couch. Debby gave him a sad look. Father sat next to his wife, but nobody offered Troy a chair.
He stood uncomfortably and endured a lecture about the evils of blackmail. They pointed out that blackmail is really just a sort of theft, but a particularly bad kind of theft because it can ruin lives. Naturally, he was so afraid of his imminent punishment that he remembered little of the lecture, but one point that his father made hit home. “Sometimes we make heros out of criminals. We probably shouldn’t, but we do. From history or literature can you name a thief who was thought of as a hero?”
Troy thought for a moment. “Robin Hood?”
“Yes, that’s a good answer,” agreed father, “Now name a beloved blackmailer!”
Of course, Troy couldn’t think of one.
“That because nobody loves a blackmailer,” father explained. He saw Troy’s face crumble, so quickly added, “But we love you Troy, so we must ensure that you never try blackmail again. That brings us to your punishment!”
Miserably, Troy nodded.
Father continued, “First, don’t associate your punishment with Debby. This punishment comes from us, not her. I believe Debby would prefer not to be here, but we think her presence is important. What is about to happen would have been unthinkable yesterday, but yesterday my son hadn’t tried to blackmail my daughter into disrobing to take a bare bottom spanking.”
“I know daddy,” sobbed Troy, “and I think I know what’s going to happen.”
“You are likely correct. What’s about to happen is turnabout,” father said firmly, “You tried to blackmail Debby into taking off her clothes for a spanking, so it makes perfect sense that the same should happen to you.”
Mother spoke up, “Yes Troy, you’re in for an embarrassing few minutes, and a very hard spanking. But just like any other spanking, when it’s over you’ll be forgiven and the incident will be behind us.”
Troy spoke hopefully, “Is it possible that Debby could forgive me too? I haven’t been a very good friend to her lately. I want to change that.”
Everybody looked at Debby. She hesitated, but tears sprang to her eyes. She stood, went to her brother, and hugged him. “There’s your answer,” she said.
There was a long silence as everyone in the room choked back their emotions.
Troy looked at his father with sad expectancy in his eyes.
Father decided that the time for talking was past, “OK. This is your punishment for trying to blackmail your sister, trying to spank her without authority, and for trying to bully her into removing her clothing. You may remove your underpants son. You may not cover yourself up.”
Shyly and sadly, Troy obeyed. Blushing furiously, he lowered his underpants and then stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Debby’s eyes widened a bit at the view, but her face betrayed no special happiness or triumph at her brother’s predicament.
Troy’s desperate fear of an erection and the cool air in the room conspired to betray him. He groaned in mortification. Debby had been prepared for that event, and had been reminded that Troy had no direct control over his erectile state.
Troy stood in front of his family, awaiting the next command. It came from father, “I will need a spanking chair. Bring me an armless dining room chair.” Troy retreated from the room, his white buttocks shining behind him. He returned moments later with a chair. Everyone noticed that the chair had been strategically placed to hide his bobbing erection, but father decided to let it pass.
Next, father considered how to angle the chair. Should the ladies see Troy’s face or an intimate view of his bottom? He decided on a compromise. He pointed the chair straight towards them to provide a side view.
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Things were progressing much too rapidly for Troy. The situation reminded him of strange dreams he vaguely remembered where he had found himself naked in public. But this was no dream! He was mortified to be naked in front of his mother and sister, especially considering that his erection wouldn’t go away! His face was red, blushed in both embarrassment and frustration. Making him fetch the chair after removing his underpants had been a dirty trick, but no worse than he knew he deserved.
One thing was heartening, he had looked carefully around the room and saw no hairbrush. This gave him reason to hope, against the odds, that this would only be a hand spanking.
He watched his father position the chair and then sit down purposely. Obviously, the next order of business would be for him to assume the traditional position. Troy had mixed feelings about this. It would hide his erection, a good thing, but then he would get spanked, and that was bad!
Regardless of Troy’s feelings, he soon found himself across his father’s lap, and his spanking was obviously about to start.
At times like this, Troy usually had trouble concentrating on what was being said to him. Now was no exception! He heard his father warn him about something, but he had to rerun his father’s words inside his head to make sense of them. It was something about, “This is the first half of your spanking”.
Then Troy was suddenly busy, busy being spanked!
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In spite of herself, and in spite of her parent’s careful preparation, Debby had been a bit scandalized at the sight before her eyes. She hadn’t seen Troy nude since early childhood, and there had been lots of changes since then! Debby liked to imagine herself as a “woman of the world,” but she was actually refreshingly virgin. In fact, the male anatomy she had just viewed was something she had only seen in pictures before.
Debby would really have preferred to be somewhere else, yet she couldn’t tear her eyes from the sight of her brother’s exposure and spanking.
There had been a delay as Troy had fetched his own chair, and then father gotten himself settled into it. Just as father got Troy across his lap, Debby heard him say something strange. “When I let you back up, your spanking will only be half over.”
Still unable to look away, Debby settled down to watch her brother’s spanking. She and Troy had been spanked separately for so long, she couldn’t remember ever witnessing a spanking before. Having been spanked herself so recently, she felt empathy for her brother.
Troy bucked as he absorbed his father’s first quick onslaught of spanks. Debby was surprised at how much he kicked and how he tried to twist. He yelled out, and almost immediately started bawling. Her sharp eyes saw white handprints on his bottom almost immediately turn red, and then merge together into one big red splotch.
Debby was quick to notice that her father and mother had very different spanking styles. Mother believed in a warmup for starters, but her father preferred a “big start” to very quickly get Troy bawling and squalling. She had to agree, it worked! The spanking wasn’t even one minute old, but poor Troy was already a red-bottomed blubbering mess!
Once Troy had totally “lost it”, Debby noticed that father slowed down. He still spanked plenty hard enough to keep Troy bawling, but he had settled in for the “long haul”. Now he became a very careful spanker, making sure that he didn’t miss a square inch of the boy’s bottom and thighs. At one point he even made him spread his legs so he could spank Troy’s inner thighs.
Debby was glad that mother never did that to her!
Also he paused occasionally to pepper Troy with questions, apparently intended to keep the boy focused on the reason for his punishment. The spanking continued for nearly fifteen minutes before father finally ended it with a final quick volley of extra hard spanks. By now, Troy was so exhausted that father had no trouble holding him in place.
By then, Debby thought that Troy had suffered a very thorough and very hard spanking, but it didn’t yet equal the one that mother had given her, because it was only a hand spanking.
Troy went through the usual post spanking process, bawling while still laying across his father’s lap, finally being helped up, and then performing a typical “dance & rub”.
As soon as he was on his feet, Debby noticed one significant change. His penis was much smaller now, which made his scrotum seem that much larger. As he danced, Troy’s manhood did its own little dance, but Troy had apparently forgotten any concept of modesty.
It was then that Debby remembered father’s earlier warning about the spanking only being “half over” when he let Troy back on his feet. She gasped. Poor Troy wasn’t done yet!
The same thought finally occurred to Troy when he noticed the solemn way his parents were looking at him. He finally stopped dancing and faced his father sadly, waiting for whatever was next.
In a flat voice, father delivered the verdict, “The hairbrush is on my dresser Troy. Bring it to me.”
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It took a moment for Troy to process the command. His eyes widened as the full realization hit him. There was little for him to do but obey. For the second time, the family viewed Troy’s bare bottom as it retreated from the room. This time, his bottom was a different color than before!
He was gone perhaps two minutes before he crept back into the room holding the feared hairbrush. Reluctantly, he handed it to his father. Even more reluctantly, he obeyed father’s gestured command to resume his position across his lap.
Troy sobbed openly as father carefully positioned him, his legs pinned, his right arm safely restrained in the small of his back. As Troy sensed father preparing to deliver the first swat, his gluteal muscles tensed in unhappy anticipation.
Father quickly applied several hard strokes of the hairbrush. Troy bucked and kicked futilely as his sobs turned into bellows. It was another of father’s trademark “big starts”.
Father would likely never admit it, but this was when Troy finally received some parental mercy. Father had planned on a prolonged paddling, but Troy had been so cooperative and had exhibited so much remorse, that father changed his plan. Instead, he delivered only the minimum credible paddling to Troy’s already-spanked bottom. He finished off with the deliberate application of painful marks on the summit of each buttock, and similar marks on each sit-spot. They would take several days to fade, but it could have been far worse.
And then Troy’s punishment was finally over.
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Troy was a bit large to cuddle in his father’s lap. After helping the bawling boy to his feet, father stood and wrapped his arms around him.
Not only had Debby had been allowed to see her brother’s spanking, she was also included in the ‘after care”. For a few minutes the entire family huddled to envelop Troy in a huge hug until his crying slowed to mere sobs. At her mother’s suggestion, Debby ran for a damp washcloth to clean up his face. Once his face was washed, they escorted the still-nude boy to his bedroom.
Carrying the washcloth and Troy’s underpants, which she had thoughtfully picked up from the floor, Debby followed the procession into Troy’s bedroom.
Debby sat at the head of Troy’s bed. She held his hand as she watched her parents cover his nakedness and then comfort him. Eventually they turned to go, but Debby asked if she could stay for a few minutes.
They agreed, and then left the siblings alone.
His face still wet with tears, Troy looked up at his big sister, “I’m sorry sis, really sorry.”
“Don’t worry,” Debby replied, “We both screwed up today, and we’ve both been punished for it. It’s over, and hopefully we’re both smarter now.”
“Can we be friends now?” Troy asked hopefully.
“Yes,” Debby said, “I would like that.”
Troy smiled and squeezed her hand.
“One more thing,” Debby said mischievously, “I wonder which of us got it worse. Tomorrow, let’s compare bottoms.”
Through his tears, Troy smiled again.
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