Instant Fatherhood Part 4: "The unfair spanking" (F/f, M/F)

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This story springs from two roots. Without both roots, the incident would never have happened. The first root is from Part Three: Ed allowed his fiancée, Jenny, to assist in his daughter Karen’s punishment for violating Ed and Jenny’s privacy. Ed would later realize that he had not been careful enough with that situation, so Jenny was somehow left with the mistaken idea that Ed had given her carte blanche permission to discipline Karen.

The second root actually traces back to a few weeks after Ed and Jenny had met. On an evening when Ed and Karen, his adopted teenage daughter, were home alone, Karen asked Ed if they could have “truth serum” (Actually, Karen’s favorite ice cream) for desert. “Sure” said Ed. But then, looking at Karen’s serious face, Ed asked, “Does this mean that we have something to talk about?” Karen looked at the floor and mumbled “Yes”.

Later, when Karen had emptied half of her bowl of ice cream, Ed finally prodded her, “Karen, wasn’t there something you wanted to talk to your Daddy about?” Karen’s face instantly fell, “Yes, we need to talk about something, but then I am afraid you are going to want to spank me.” “Let me be the judge of that,” Ed said soothingly, “just put the truth out here on the table so we can both talk about it.”

“Well” Karen said, as if she didn’t know where to start. “I…err…I have been doing something bad.” “Go on” Ed urged “I know this is hard for you, but you are half way there now.” “I…I…I have been doing something I know is bad and I can’t seem to stop.” Ed instantly relaxed, guessing what it was. “Do you mean something you do in the bedroom by yourself?” The girl looked startled, “How did you know?” “Because virtually everyone does that when they are growing up, it is a normal part of growing up and turning into an adult.”

“Do you mean it’s OK to do that?” The girl asked with mild amazement. “Well” Ed temporized, “as long as you do it in private and not so often that you crowd other things out of your life, or make yourself sore and… “And what?” “And as long as you promise to wash your hands afterwards.” Ed said with a grin. “Daddeeee, yuck!” Karen squealed, “Of course I wash my hands after my hands are…err…there”.

In a more serious tone, Ed added, “I guess this is something we should have already talked about, but we parents tend to avoid it because it is uncomfortable for us. First of all, the proper word for it is ‘masturbation’ and it is something that almost nobody talks about and fewer people admit to actually doing.” Karen nodded her understanding but added, “some kids at school told me that it is bad for you and it is a sin.” “Well Honey,” Ed said, “everything I have read on the subject says it is perfectly normal, and I know that some people think it is bad, but I believe that they just have an old fashioned idea.”

Karen looked at Ed with large innocent eyes, “Did you ever masturbate Daddy?” Ed blushed deeply, “Err… Like I said, this is something that almost nobody talks about… This is just between me and you right?” “Sure” said Karen, already knowing the answer. “Then ‘Yes,’ Ed admitted reluctantly, “Can we move on to another subject now?” “Sure” said Karen with a bit of a smirk

Now that you know the two roots to this story, you can probably guess some of what comes next.

It was about two weeks later, when Ed had to work a rare half-day on a Saturday. Jenny, (who was spending more and more time at the Collins house as the marriage date approached) came by after breakfast to take Karen to a shopping trip, and found the house seemingly empty until she found Karen’s bedroom door closed. She called Karen’s name and received no answer, so she opened the bedroom door expecting to find Karen asleep. Instead, she found Karen on her bed, her eyes screwed tightly closed, with her pajama top wide open, her pajama bottoms at her ankles, her knees bent, her thighs wide open, and her hand working industrially somewhere just inches below her navel.

Karen did not even notice that the door was open until she heard Jenny loudly clear her throat. Karen’s eyes flew wide open and she instantly abandoned what she was doing to reach down and pull up her pajama bottoms. “It’s too late for that Karen” Jenny snapped, “just kick those pajama bottoms off and we will deal with this girl-to-girl.” Having no idea what was on her future mother’s mind, Karen obeyed, finding herself nude in front of Jenny except for her unbuttoned pajama top.

“It looks like I got here just in the nick of time,” started Jenny, “It is important that you don’t get addicted to that kind of behavior. It is a sin, it is bad for your body, and it will lead you straight to slutty behavior with boys, which will likely lead to your pregnancy. I don’t want your father to be hurt by knowing what you were doing, so I am going to ‘nip this in the bud’ right now.”

Karen was simultaneously confused, ashamed, and scared. She was plenty old enough to understand Jenny’s tone of voice, and knew that a spanking was coming, and she was certainly ashamed at having been discovered masturbating. But in the light of the conversation she so recently had with Ed, Jenny wasn’t making any sense to Karen.

Karen tried to explain to Jenny but got nowhere; “but…but” “but nothing Karen!” Jenny insisted, the only ‘butt’ around here is going to be a red one! I love you Karen but I am going to do you the huge favor of making your bottom hurt so much that you will never want to abuse yourself again. You are just too nice a girl to be treating yourself that way.” The girl tried again; “But Jenny I….”. Jenny stopped the girl before she could explain; “What did I tell you Karen? There is nothing to talk about! Your hairbrush is here in your bedroom right?” With a dry mouth Karen answered, “Yes Mam.” “OK then” Jenny responded, “fetch me your hairbrush and let’s deal with this right now before your father gets home and finds out what you were doing while his back was turned.”

Sobbing in fear, frustration and mortification, Karen did the only thing she knew to do; she obeyed. As Jenny watched the pretty young teen turn and walk to her dresser, she admired the girl’s round bottom and budding figure and knew that her future daughter was maturing fast. As the girl retrieved the feared hairbrush from her dresser drawer and turned around with it in her hand, Jenny noticed that the girl’s silky fine pubic hair was still wet and matted. The realization that this was evidence of Karen’s recent sin filled Jenny with a new resolve, she must act now or this girl would go irretrievably down the slippery slope to sluthood. Reluctantly, the wet-faced girl handed Jenny the hairbrush. Sitting down purposely on the edge of Karen’s bed, Jenny laid the hairbrush behind her and motioned for Karen to stand at her right side. “Every time you get the urge to do that…that thing…to yourself, and you WILL get the urge, I want you to think of yourself getting caught and then I want you to think of yourself across my knees getting your bare bottom walloped; understand?” Karen nodded sadly. “OK,” Jenny ordered in a no-nonsense tone of voice, “you may put yourself in place so we can get started”. Obediently, Karen did exactly as she was told.

Fortunately for Karen, the spanking started without further scolding. Karen was still confused and a bit numb; but that did nothing to protect her bottom! Jenny folded Karen’s pajama top high on the girl’s back, leaving her virtually naked. Without bothering with a slow warm-up, Jenny started right out with a brisk hand spanking, applied in that same uneven random style that Karen unhappily remembered from the day she had been caught eavesdropping on Jenny and her father. Almost immediately, Karen was crying freely as her bottom bounced and jounced from the firm spanks and her torso futilely tried to twist her quickly reddening buttocks away from the worst of the blows. Of its own accord, Karen’s right hand came back to attempt to shield her tush from the blows, but Jenny easily caught it and pinned it in the small of Karen’s back.

The spanking continued until Karen’s bottom was significantly redder than the other time Jenny had spanked her. Finally Jenny stopped to take a breath and inspect her work. Karen had barely enough time to realize that her spanking had paused before Jenny shifted the girl’s weight slightly, moved her right leg out from under her, and used it to trap Karen’s legs.

Purposely picking up the hairbrush, Jenny spoke to Karen for the first time since the spanking began; “Karen, are you listening to me? … Karen!” Finally Karen realized that she was expected to respond; “Uhhh, yes maam?” “Are you thinking about what this spanking is all about?” “Yes Mam, I…I won’t do it any more.”

“OK Karen,” Jenny said, “I want you to visualize what you were doing when I opened the door and caught you, … Are you doing that?” “Yes Mam,” Karen sobbed. “OK then Karen, I want you to hold that thought in your head and forever connect it to this…”

The only warning that Karen was given was a tightening of the hand that was already firmly pinning her right hand in the small of her waist, before Jenny used the hairbrush to unleash a furious fusillade on Karen’s bottom.

Pinned in place with her bottom exploding in impossible pain, Karen could do little but arch her back and howl. Copying Ed’s previous performance, Jenny took about two minutes to first turn Karen’s bottom an angry dark shade of red, and then continued until a few darker splotches showed; these would later turn unto painful marks on the girl’s bottom, which would serve to reinforce the “lesson” every time Karen sat down over the next few days. By now, it was clear from Karen’s diminishing struggles and cries that the punishment had reached its logical conclusion. With a final two extra-hard swats to each cheek, Jenny released the sobbing girl, helped her to her feet, and gathered her into a long tender hug. It took at least 15 minutes before Karen regained her composure. Jenny continued to hold the girl a bit longer, relishing the quiet and this closeness with her soon-to-be daughter. Finally, she walked Karen into the bathroom to wash away her tears.

“I am really sorry I had to do that Karen” Jenny said gently “I am sure that we will never need to have that particular conversation again will we?” Still confused, Karen said what she knew was required of her “No Maam” “OK then” Jenny said brightly” Let’s forget this ever happened, get you dressed, and then go do that shopping just like we planned”.

Still confused but feeling vaguely guilty, It took two days before Karen could bring the subject up with Ed. “Daddy, remember that talk we had about things we do by ourselves in the bedroom?” “Yes honey” He replied, wondering what was on the girl’s fertile mind.

“I…I guess we had some sort of misunderstanding a couple of weeks ago when we talked about mas…mas…masturbating.” “I thought we were pretty clear on that Karen” Ed replied, “What is the misunderstanding?” Karen kind of choked and finally replied: “Well Jenny kind of…sort of…caught me…doing it. She said that it was a very bad thing to do and that it was a sin.”

With Ed’s patient probing, the entire story of the incident with Jenny came out, including Karen’s spanking. For a moment, Ed felt like his world was closing in on him. Afraid that Karen would think that his anger was directed at her, Ed made a monumental effort to keep the anger he was feeling out of his voice.

Although Karen was not normally shy in front of her new father, it was very difficult for her when Ed insisted on viewing the “damage” from her spanking. His eyes grew wide and he gritted his teeth when he saw the angry marks on his little girl’s bared bottom.

Fortunately, Jenny had a church committee meeting that evening. After the meeting she would go home to her own apartment, so Ed had a full day to cool down and consider how to confront his fiancée. On reflection, he felt partly responsible for not making it clear to Jenny that his previous permission to spank Karen had been a one-shot deal. On the other hand, Jenny had failed to listen to Karen’s explanation and by contradicting his previous advice to Karen, had directly undermined Ed’s authority with his daughter. Worse yet, Jenny had kept the whole incident a secret from him! Upset as he was, Ed was not ready to ditch Jenny over a single incident, even one as serious as this. Jenny had obviously acted without thinking; Ed silently vowed not to make things even worse by doing the same himself. He silently vowed to be patient with Jenny and to hear her side of the story before acting.

The next day, Jenny was supposed to come over for supper, but Ed called her at work and asked if they could “cancel supper” and said that he would like to see her at her apartment that evening. Jenny could instantly tell by the sound of Ed’s voice that something was wrong, but could elicit no further explanation from him.

After Ed had a quiet dinner with Karen, he washed the dishes and then checked that Karen was industrially doing her schoolwork. He gave her a hug and a fatherly kiss on the cheek, reminded her of her 10 PM school day bedtime and left for Jenny’s apartment.

Jenny waited nervously in her apartment for Ed’s arrival. A thousand thoughts went through her mind, but she hadn’t a clue what was on Ed’s mind. Finally she heard a familiar knock on her door and rushed to let him in. Holding a brown paper bag in one hand, he distractedly gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek before leading her to the couch. “What’s going on Ed?” She asked.

Ed got right to the point: “Tell me about Saturday morning.” “We had a nice day and got all of our shopping done.” Jenny replied. “No” Ed said, “I mean before you two went out shopping.”

“Oh” said Jenny, “I wanted to save you that worry. I am sorry you had to hear about that.” Without raising his voice, Ed firmly insisted, “Jenny, I asked you to tell me about Saturday morning. Will you please do that for me?”

At that, Jenny finally told Ed the entire story, starting with finding Karen “in the act” and ending with the hairbrush spanking. “I really thought it was best for all concerned to keep this ‘just between the girls” she concluded. “Did Karen try to explain anything to you?” Ed asked evenly. “What’s to explain?” Jenny responded, “I caught her in the act.”

“There are several problems here,” Ed explained. “First, I am Karen’s father, and there should be no secrets about Karen kept from me. Second, I never gave you carte blanche to discipline Karen without even talking to be first, especially not to spank her.” “But…but” Jenny started. “Jenny” Ed said, “I know you meant well, and I am trying not to be mad at you, but I am not done. Please let me finish.” Mollified, Jenny replied “OK”.

“I think the first error you made was not listening to Karen. If you had let her talk, she would have told you that we had a talk about masturbation about two weeks ago and I gave her the best information I had available.” Opening the bag he continued: “I got the information right out of these child care books, and on the subject of teen masturbation, all three generally agree.” My pastor gave me one of these books when I adopted Karen, and the other two came highly recommended from friends. At the time, I figured I needed all the help I could get!”

“What is there to read?” Jenny asked, “I learned when I was growing up that masturbation is bad for you, it leads to early sexual activity, and it is a sin against nature. We all know that”. “Yep,” agreed Ed, “I ‘learned’ that too when I was a kid, but it seems I learned wrong. I am going to leave these books with you and I want you to promise to read them, and then I hope you will do your own research. When you are all done, we don’t have to agree about masturbation, but I want you to promise to open your mind.”

“OK” Jenny agreed. “And then,” Ed continued, with just a tiny bit of steel slipping into his voice “We need to talk again about Saturday morning, because we are not even close to being done. We still need to talk about why you refused to listen to Karen and why you decided to punish her without even telling me. Can we do that tomorrow?”

“I guess I am in trouble huh?” Jenny asked soberly,” That would be an understatement.” Ed agreed, “As things stand today, I still want you to be my wife, and Karen still wants you to be her mother” Jenny started to relax, but Ed continued, “But how we proceed depends a lot on your attitude about what happened and if I think that this incident signals some continuing problem”.

“OK”, sad Jenny, “I promise to do my homework. When do you want to get together tomorrow?” “See you at our place for supper tomorrow? Ed asked. Jenny quickly agreed. After a few more minutes of small talk, Ed made his excuses, gave Jenny a hug and a quick kiss, and departed. It was not lost on Jenny that the Ed failed to linger for their usual “fooling around” session. Lately these had been wonderful events that increasingly ended up with the couple between the sheets.

It was nearly midnight when Ed’s phone woke him from a sound sleep. When Ed picked up the phone, a very distraught Jenny was on the other end.

The words tumbled out of her mouth: “I, err, did my homework, and I did a lot of thinking. Yes, my ideas about masturbation were about half a century behind the times. I can’t believe how stupid I was about this whole thing. I made a terrible mistake with Karen! How am I ever going to make it up to her?”

Ed’s response was not as helpful as Jenny was hoping for: “First we need to settle this matter between you and me before we can even start to talk about how you might make this up to Karen”. Jenny’s only response was an anguished sob. “I was planning to talk to you about this tomorrow Jenny, but your two biggest mistakes were not listening to Karen, and then trying to keep the incident secret from me. Both of these things make me question your basic judgment ability.” “It seems to be a curse in my life that every time something really good is about to happen to me, I do something blindingly stupid and end up sabotaging myself” Jenny blubbered.

“Well, what do you suggest we do now” Ed asked, “How can you convince me that you have truly learned a lesson here and that this will never be an issue again?” There was a long silence at the other end of the line. Ed, determined to “keep the ball in Jenny’s court” waited, forcing Jenny to finally respond. If I tell you how Sam (Jenny’s late husband) and I would have handled this will you think I am some sort of pervert? You and I have been intimate long enough that I would know by know if you were a pervert Jenny” Ed replied, “Just say what is on your mind”.

“Well,” Jenny started, “Perhaps I should have told you about this before, but I was afraid to.” :”Just get it out,” Ed said, “I really doubt that it will make me think worse of you, and it may help.” “OK”, Jenny said as she drew a big breath, “Sam and I had sort of a deal. When I did something like this; you know…something stupid or something wrong, we had sort of a deal…” “Go on”, Ed said encouragingly. Finally she continued: “When something like that happened, he…he…spanked me. Not just a baby spanking, he spanked me really hard…on the bare bottom.” Ed could almost hear his fiancée blush over the phone. “And then the second half of the deal was that I always learned my lesson from my punishment so it would never need to be repeated, and Sam always forgave me as soon as the spanking was over. Our most important rule was that the end of the spanking was the end of the incident, as if it had never happened.”

“OK, let’s make sure I am clear on this”, Ed said, “You’re suggesting that you will willingly submit to a spanking to settle this incident, and after that, you will never do anything like this again?” Her heart beating furiously, Jenny breathed, “Yes”. Ed bore in, “…and I get to decide when I am going to give you this spanking, where I am going to give you this spanking, how long it will be, how hard it will be, what clothing you will take off first, and what I am going to spank you with?” Jenny gulped and answered, “Yes, I will have no say in the punishment.” Ed wasn’t done, “… and after that, we will have the same agreement that you and Sam had? You will submit to a spanking any time I reasonably decide you have earned one?” “As long as you hold up your end of the bargain,” Jenny agreed, “when the spanking is over, the entire incident is over and I am forgiven.” “OK,” Ed agreed, I am ready to go along with your suggestion, but there is just one more thing that I want you to consider before we “seal the deal”. “Go ahead” Jenny said, wondering what was next.

“I saw Karen’s bottom. It seems only fair that I should use that same hairbrush on you and that your bottom should look at least as bad as hers did.” Jenny heart rate accelerated even more, but there was only one answer to give: “Under the circumstances, I guess that’s only fair,” she managed to say. “I will do my best to cooperate and stay in position, but you will probably have to hold me down and don’t expect me to be silent! But when it’s over I will only blame myself for my sore bottom.”

“That’s fair enough.” Ed said. “I think that we have figured out a way out of this mess.”

“Not quite” Jenny said, “What do we do about Karen? There is no way we can ‘unspank’ her! Who do I make this up to her? Will she ever respect me again?” There was a long silence on the phone.

“I think that Karen respects you right now.” Ed said carefully. She has been through a lot in her life and she knows that her parents are human and make errors. Why don’t you start out with a good apology? “Naturally I will do that but still…” Ed had another idea: “I may decide that Karen has a right to know about your punishment, but that will take a bit more thinking first. Come here tomorrow straight from work and we will talk to her.”

Jenny gulped and finally asked the next question on her mind, “When…when will I get my sp…sp…spanking?” “Don’t worry Jenny,” Ed said in a reassuring tone of voice, “I won’t keep you waiting for long.” After a bit of “sweet talk” the couple said “good night” and hung up to finish their night’s sleep.

The next afternoon, Jenny arrived at the house just moments after Ed’s car pulled in the driveway. They both greeted Karen, who had been home from school nearly an hour. Then the couplw went into the kitchen to prepare supper. Fortunately, Karen went back to her bedroom to finish her schoolwork so the two had a few moments’ privacy.

Ed realized with a start that he rarely saw Jenny dressed in her office suit, and he found the tightly-skirted outfit to be strangely sexy. As soon as they were alone, he pulled her into a tight hug. Moments later, they were kissing and Ed’s hands were wandering. When he cupped both of his hands around her buttocks, the sensation, though pleasant, served to remind both of them about today’s “business”. Almost apologetically, they stepped back from each other. “Still OK with what we talked about last night? She nodded. “This is your last chance to change your mind” Ed offered. “No”, she replied, “I am nervous as a cat, but I really want to get this over so our life can get back on track.”

Finally she asked what was uppermost on her mind; “Have you thought any more about telling Karen about my spanking?” “Yes”, Ed replied, I have been thinking about it all day, but I still haven’t decided. I think that I will just see how she reacts when we talk to her and then I will just trust to my parental instinct and make the decision on the spot.” “Ok,” Jenny replied nervously, “I will just follow your lead then.”

Supper was a simple affair. Jenny sliced some cold cuts while Ed tossed a salad and warmed up some canned beans. Moments later, they had the table set and called Karen to the table. At first, they ate in silence. Ed noticed that Jenny was barely picking at her food. He was considering encouraging her to eat, but then thought that it was probably better that he not put her across his lap with a full stomach. When they were done, Ed picked up the dishes and brought out bowls of Karen’s favorite ice cream. “Oh wow”, the girl enthused, “truth serum!”

“Close” Ed replied, “but tonight let’s just call it ‘serious talk serum.’ I believe that Jenny has something she wants to say to you”. A few tears instantly betrayed Jenny’s inner turmoil. “It’s about Saturday morning Karen. I was totally in the wrong. You did nothing wrong, and then I didn’t listen when you tried to explain. And then I just went ahead and paddled you with that hairbrush. I would give anything if I had a way to take that spanking back. I am terribly, terribly sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”

“I was mad for a while,” Karen admitted, “Well; perhaps ‘confused’ is a better word. But dad explained everything to me, so I guess I understand what happened now.” Karen stood and gave her future mother a hug. ”You are officially forgiven” she said. Then the girl got a thoughtful look on her face, “I sort of feel that I told on you. Did I get you in trouble with Dad?”

“Whoa.” said Jenny, “It is always OK for you to talk to your father…or your mother. You did nothing wrong and you did not tattle! As for the rest of the question…” She gave Ed a questioning look.” “Yes, Jenny is 100% right,” agreed Ed, “you may always come to either of us, or both of us together, with anything that you have on your mind.” Ed hesitated, obviously considering his next words. “Karen, you have been very grown up about this whole thing so I am going to let Jenny answer the second part of your question, but first I want you to promise that what we talk about next will remain strictly family business. You may not talk about this to anyone except me or Jenny.” Karen nodded soberly; “Yes sir, I promise.”

Ed looked at Jenny, “OK, go ahead and answer the question.” Jenny reached out and took both of Karen’s hands. “You asked if I am ‘in trouble,’ and the answer is yes. I have not yet been forgiven by your father, and (just as important) I have not forgiven myself. Perhaps it was not my fault that I had old ideas about…about what you were doing, but I was wrong to punish you without hearing you out, and I really should have consulted with your father before punishing you. I thank you very much for forgiving me Karen; but yes, I am still in trouble”.

“Go ahead honey,” urged Ed, “tell her the rest.” Jenny gulped and continued, “I have asked your father to please spank me, and he agreed that was the best thing to do. After that, he has agreed to forgive me and forget this mess ever happened.” She choked a bit and finally added, He says my spanking will be at least as hard as the one I gave you. In fact, I think we will need to borrow your hairbrush. Is it still on your dresser?

Karen’s eyes got big and she hugged Jenny. You’re sure you’re not mad at me? Karen asked. “No sweetheart,” Jenny sobbed, “I am mad at me. May I please borrow your hairbrush?” “I wish it were just to brush your hair, but yes; it’s on my dresser.” The girl replied honestly.

“Karen,” Ed said in a businesslike voice, “I want you to gather your school books. I am going to drive you over to the library. I think you need to do an hour or two’s research…right? “Please no daddy,” Karen insisted, “I want to be here to help comfort Jenny after her spanking. That hairbrush hurts!”

“Honey,” Jenny explained gently, “Like you, I assume that your father is getting ready to spank my bottom. If you stay in the house, you will hear my spanking, and that won’t be a pleasant thing for you to hear. I intend to cooperate with your father to the best of my ability, but I also know that he will quickly bring me to tears…and then I will probably beg him to stop, but that won’t do me any good. And then, there is no telling what noises I might make.

“But I know what a spanking sounds like.” Karen insisted, “and I know what that hairbrush feels like, and (she blushed just a bit) I know what a spanking looks like too. I don’t need to see you get spanked, but I am part of this family and I want to be here to comfort you when it is over.”

Jenny looked at Ed. Ed looked at Jenny. They both shrugged. Finally Ed spoke, “Yes, I guess spankings are no mystery to you. I am going to take Jenny in my room for her spanking. I want you to stay in your room until you are sure it is over, and then you can join us for a few minutes. After that, we will need some privacy to …err, talk; so I want you to go to bed early. Does that sound like a fair compromise?”

Karen smiled and hugged her father, “Yes, thank you Daddy.” “OK,” Ed ordered, “then it’s time for you to get to your bedroom, and Jenny; you had better follow your daughter so you can borrow that hairbrush from her.” The girl and the lady left the room.

Shortly later, Jenny timidly returned with the hairbrush in her hand. Ed took her by the arm and led her into his bedroom.

Ed sat on the edge of his bed, stood his woman in front of him, took the hairbrush, and laid it behind him. “Anything we need to talk about before we start?” he asked. Looking him straight in the eye, she shook her head “no”, and then changed her mind. “Just…just remember that I’m not particularly fragile Ed. It is OK to do a good job. I promise not to be mad at you.” “That is a brave thing to say.” Ed said with true admiration in his voice. “Let’s get you ready and then get it done.”

He reached up and unbuttoned her Jacket, helped her shrug out of it, and then carefully folded it and placed it on a chair. Next he fumbled at a single button and finally unzipped her skirt, which dropped to reveal a filmy slip that he had never seen before. The skirt was actually a new experience for him, usually she wore pants. As before, he carefully folded the skirt and placed it on the chair. He felt just a bit guilty to be enjoying Jenny’s unveiling, but then he rationalized “why not?” She was a beautiful woman and she was definitely his, so why should he not enjoy getting her naked? Starting at the bottom button, he unbuttoned her blouse and helped her out of it. This, he placed on the back of the chair.

Now he returned for the slip. It fastened with three snaps. It dropped to the floor, finally revealing her frilly panties. He spun his finger in the air & she obediently turned around so that he could undo her bra. As it fell from her breasts, she caught it and tossed it to the chair. With her still facing away, Ed reached down to her waist and lowered her panties, revealing her soon-to-be-red bottom cheeks. He planted a kiss on each nether cheek and then lowered the panties all the way to the floor, holding them while she stepped out. He left the slip and panties on the floor.

In a new businesslike tone of voice, Ed demanded, “OK, now tell me exactly why you are being spanked.” Jenny stammered out a reasonable explanation. “I guess that’s good enough.” He agreed judiciously. “You may put yourself into position.” With her heart pounding and her stomach flipping furiously, Jenny obeyed, putting herself across her fiancée’s lap.

Ed massaged both of Jenny’s nether cheeks, as if taking their measure to decide how much punishment they could truly take. When the spanking finally started, it started with spanks that were barely more than love taps, spanks that barely stung. Jenny squirmed at the sensation. Ed took his time, gradually dialing up the strength of the spanks until he was painting a delicate pink blush on her slightly tanned buttocks. Though she remained quiet, Jenny’s squirms became a bit more pronounced.

When he was finally satisfied that he had spanked an even blush over Jenny’s entire bottom, Ed finally started applying more force to his spanks. Now the “pops” from Ed’s hand landing on Jenny’s unprotected bottom were finally loud enough to carry into Karen’s bedroom. Jenny squealed just a bit, but then bit her lip and forced herself to remain silent a while longer.

At last Ed started seriously ratcheting up the force. Jenny was still not making loud noises, but her shoulders were shaking from barely audible sobs. Now that his spanks were finally having a noticeable effect on Jenny, Ed slowed the pace just a bit, giving him a chance to judiciously aim each blow.

Finally, Ed decided that Jenny’s “warm up” was over. He knew that Jenny was teetering on an emotional edge, barely in control. Her bottom was a nice even shade of red from just below her waist to just above her sit-spot. Now it was time for the “real” spanking to start.

Speeding up his spanks, but keeping the same “fairly hard” force, Ed moved his target area down to Jenny’s hitherto untouched sit-spot and upper thighs. He received an instant response to his efforts. Jenny first tried to twist, splaying her legs, and then her right hand automatically came back in a vain attempt to protect her bottom. Expecting that move, Ed simply grabbed her hand and gently but firmly held it in the small of her back in classic OTK style. Now Ed’s spanks moved higher up into more familiar territory, where he finally allowed himself to apply full-force spanks. Her self-control finally spent, Jenny finally wailed her anguish. Now Karen could easily hear the progress of Jenny’s punishment.

Not much later, Jenny’s entire bottom had been spanked to a brilliant red. Jenny had finally given up all semblance of self-control. In fact, she felt like somebody who had been thoroughly spanked. Unfortunately for her, she still was being “warmed up” for the main event, the hairbrush.

Sitting in her bedroom, Karen heard the spanking peak briefly in ferocity and then suddenly stop. For a few moments, Jenny remained in full voice, even though the spanks had obviously stopped. From previous, unhappy, experience Karen could guess exactly what was happening, her father was reaching for the hairbrush!

Ed brandished the hairbrush. “OK Jenny, now you will feel your REAL punishment and then this will finally be over. Remember what this is all about. Do you have that in your head Jenny? Do you remember why you are being spanked?” It took a moment for the question to sink in to Jenny’s overloaded brain, but finally she nodded. Ed decided that given Jenny’s condition that was as good an answer as he was going to get, so he resumed Jenny’s spanking, this time with the hairbrush.

Jenny howled in pain and thrashed and twisted with amazing strength, managing to momentarily hide her bottom from the brush. Ed paused, admonished her to get back into position, and then resumed his duty. After the first hairbrush stroke, Jenny was again howling in full voice. She obviously was struggling to keep herself in position, but after a mere dozen spanks, Jenny again managed to break loose from Ed’s restraining grip and twist her bottom back out of range.

What followed was bit of a struggle, but Ed eventually prevailed. Before the spanking was over, Ed had had to stop and reposition Jenny several times. He was not mad at her, her was certain the Jenny was doing her best to hold position, it was just that she was much stronger than Karen, so spanking her was a very different experience. On the other hand, Jenny’s spanking would have been over much quicker and probably with fewer spanks, if she had just been able to be more cooperative.

Finally Jenny’s punishment was over except for the final spanks. By now, Jenny was nearly spent. Her struggles were not nearly so formidable, and the volume of her yelps and cries was diminishing. Ed did not rush this last part. He wanted to “brand” his lady’s bottom in a way that she would be sure to feel for the next few days, but he also wanted to do so carefully so as not to risk injury to her.

He started with several carefully calibrated hairbrush strokes to each sit spot, with a pause between each stroke so that he could judge its effect. Then he used a series of lighter strokes to work on her upper thighs, just below the sit spots. Finally, he closely inspected his work, adding “touchup” strokes here and there, to get little spots that he had missed. Finally he declared the job done, and laid the hairbrush down on the bed.

He did not immediately release the blubbering lady, but instead rubbed her back and massaged her shoulders as she gradually regained awareness and control.

In her bedroom, Karen had listened to Jenny’s entire ordeal. She heard the spanking start and stop several times, so it was hard for her to know when it was finally over. When two full minutes went by without hearing any new spanks (she actually watched the sweep second hand on her alarm clock) Karen walked out of her bedroom and timidly knocked on her father’s bedroom door. True to his word, he called her in.

She found Jenny still across her father’s knees, her shoulders shaking with sobs, her bottom bright red and mottled. Although she had been able to tell by the sound of the spanks that Jenny’s was “getting it” on her bare bottom, she was slightly surprised to find Jenny totally naked. “OK let’s help her up” Ed said. Together, they carefully set the still-sobbing lady on her feet. Ed held her lightly under her arms until he was sure that she had her balance. Jenny did a typical little ‘spank dance” and then clutched her bottom, which caused a new wave of crying. Finally, she collapsed into the arms of her future husband and daughter. As Jenny and Ed hugged her and kissed her wet face, Jenny shed her last tears and gradually returned to her normal self. “God that hairbrush hurts!” she exclaimed, Then she turned to Karen. “Your bottom must have felt just like that after I spanked you for nothing; how could you possibly forgive me?” “I did and that’s all that matters” Karen replied. “And now your punishment is over, so we can forget the whole thing.”

“Thank you Karen, I love you and I will never forget this.” Jenny enthused, pulling Karen into her bare breasts. At that, Jenny suddenly remembered that she was naked. Both Ed and Karen could see the lady’s embarrassment. Karen spoke up first, “Err, Jenny, you need some lotion on the bottom. Why don’t you lay down on the bed and I will get it for you. Still wet-faced, Jenny agreed and laid herself face-down on the bed, while Ed placed a pillow under her head. Karen ran to the master bath, retrieved the jar of aloe cream, and brought it into the bedroom.. Reaching for the cream Ed thanked his daughter and suggested, “Give Jenny a last kiss and I will spread the cream. You go get some sleep. I promise to take good care of Jenny for you.” Understanding that her father’s suggestion was really a polite command, Karen reluctantly obeyed, disappearing into her bedroom for the night.

Predictably, Jenny jumped as Ed smeared a cold blob of cream onto each hot buttock. But then she squirmed in pleasure as Ed gently smoothed the soothing balm over her inflamed derrière. As Ed rubbed, Jenny gradually noticed a welcome effect, the pain in her bottom gradually dissolved, but was replaced by a delightful tingling is a slightly different place. When Jenny’s “squirms” began to look more like pelvic thrusts, Ed allowed one finger to stray between her legs and found a telltale dampness. Encouraged, Ed followed the dampness to its source, and was quickly rewarded by a groan from Jenny. Moments later, Ed had managed to discard his clothing and, with Jenny’s eager assistance, entered her from behind. The sex that followed, was somewhat brief and athletic, but was uniquely satisfying to both of them.

When their heart rates finally returned to normal, the couple kissed & cuddled, and then finally snuggled & snoozed. Their repeat performance later that night was more gentle, more conventional, but no less satisfying. The third session just before Ed’s alarm was due to go off was the ‘icing on the cake”. It was the first full night the couple had ever spent together, and the first night Jenny had ever spent in Ed & Karen’s house.

The couple took a quick shower together, and then went out to prepare breakfast for themselves and Karen. When Karen saw Jenny wearing one of her father’s bathrobes, she seemed pleased, but not surprised to see that Jenny had obviously spent the night. Instantly Karen realized, this was the opening she had been waiting for!

Jenny bustled back and forth setting the table for the three. When Ed and Karen sat down to eat, Jenny busied herself in the kitchen, leaving her breakfast untouched. Finally, Ed called her to the table, but she seemed reluctant. Finally Ed insisted that she sit down. Gingerly, Jenny finally did, but winced when her bottom touched the chair. She blushed prettily when Ed and Karen gave her knowing grins. “It will be better in a day or two” Ed assured her.

Now Karen saw her chance. With a mixture of teenaged impatience and wisdom beyond her years, Karen asked, “It’s only four weeks before you two get married; why doesn’t Jenny move in now? What’s the point in waiting?” “What would people think?” Jenny exclaimed. With a fake sarcasm that only teens can manage properly, Karen replied, “Duuuhhh! They would think that you two were in love and wanted to be together? What’s wrong with that?” “It just isn’t done” Ed replied. “People would talk, and it just isn’t worth it.”

Karen moved smoothly to “Plan B”.

“OK”, perhaps you’re right, but I need a complete set of parents, and you two obviously love each other, so you are elected. It’s Friday; let’s all three “play hooky” from school and work. We could get you two legally married at the courthouse, and then spend the rest of the weekend moving Jenny out of her apartment. You can be together, and you can still have your church wedding next month just like you planned.

Jenny looked at Ed. Ed looked at Jenny. “The girl makes sense,” Jenny remarked. “Yes, she does,” Ed agreed.

That day, a new family was born.

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After Karen’s “punishment day”, life quickly returned to normal. Karen was sore for a few days, and sitting in school was tough. Her appointment with the Principal that next Friday was particularly rough on her already sore bottom, but Karen’s biggest fear was that the Principal would look at her marked bottom and put off her paddling. Karen wanted to get these unpleasant things behind her! As it turned out, the Principal did remark on her bottom, but went ahead and paddled her anyhow. “It is supposed to hurt,” he explained afterwards when Karen finally regained her composure, “and given the condition of your bottom, I am very confident that it did.” Her final two appointments with the Principal on the next two following Fridays, were almost as bad.

Karen took the Principal’s advice and prepared for these sessions by slipping into a stall in the Girl’s room, removing everything under her skirt, and stuffing her balled-up undies into her purse. That way, once bent over for the paddle, the Principal only had to flip up the back of her skirt to gain full access to her bared bottom. After leaving the Girl’s room, Karen would take the long walk to the front office and report to the school secretary, who would take her into the Principal’s “inner sanctum” and remain standing just inside the closed door to serve as the required witness to her punishment. The Principal was not an unkind man, but he was always businesslike enough to give Karen a full measure of attention with that fearsome paddle (he said it was “all in the wrist”). Karen was always able to hold out for one or two swats, but she would be crying freely by the fourth swat, and, to her shame, would always greet the fifth and sixth swats with shrieks. When the paddling was over, the Principal’s demeanor would immediately soften and he was always kind enough to keep her in his office and supply tissues and a shoulder to cry on until Karen was able to regain her composure. The entire process was very embarrassing because she knew that the sounds of that paddle against her bare bottom, and the sound of her squalling were clearly audible in the outer office, and there always seemed to be people out there for various reasons. After she left the Principal’s office, Karen would walk home still pantyless, enjoying the cool breezes on her scorched bottom

Her final paddling was a bit different. Rather than escort her into the inner office, the secretary gave Karen a genuine smile and told her, “You may go right in, the Principal is expecting you.” Surprised, Karen knocked on the forbidding door and was invited to enter. Inside, she was further surprised to see her father sitting across from the Principal. Being quite sure that she was in no new trouble, Karen nodded politely at the Principal but then went straight to Ed for a hug. “I thought that I would come to give you moral support for your last paddling and then the three of us can review your progress before I can drive you home; OK Honey?” By way of answer, she gave her daddy another long hug and then looked at the Principal expectantly. “Hello Karen, are you ready to complete your punishment?” he asked in his usual businesslike manner. “Yes sir,” she said, “If you don’t mind my saying so, I hope this is the last time we meet like this…ever!” “You know, that is very possible,” he said reasonably, “Statistically speaking, most girls make it through the entire school year and never even see my paddle. All you have to do is follow the rules.” “I will do my best sir,” she replied soberly, “honestly I will.”

Moments later, Karen was in the familiar position, bent over the Principal’s desk with her skirt flipped up as high as it would go. Ed had little reason to see his daughter in this position, and when the Principal suddenly remembered to call the secretary to hold his calls, he had much clearer view than on the previous occasion. He mused that Karen would be quite embarrassed if she realized how exposed this bent over spread-footed stance left her. The Principal, having daughters of his own and having to do this particular on-the-job duty with some regularity, seemed to take no notice.

Soon, the Principal hung up his phone and picked up his paddle. Karen tensed as she felt the familiar and unwelcome touch of the paddle on her bottom as the Principal got his range. The she heard a tiny grunt from the Principal, felt a brief breeze, heard the “snap” of its landing, and then suffered the astounding pain of that paddle. She sucked air through her teeth and braced for the next swat, wanting to be brave for her father. The next swat was not long in coming. This blow elicited a desperate groan from the girl and she wagged her bottom for a bit as if she were trying to put out a fire back there. The Principal steadied Karen’s bottom with a firm hand at her waist and applied the third swat, which immediately pushed Karen “over the edge”, and triggered open sobbing. Her sobbing got considerably louder and more urgent after the fourth fall of the paddle.

In spite of Karen’s best intentions to be stoic, she greeted the last two paddle smacks with shrieks, just like every time before. It was clear to all three in the room that practice was giving Karen’s bottom no immunity to the pain of that paddle. His job done, the Principal allowed Karen to straighten up and Ed stood to allow his daughter a long cry on his shoulder. A few minutes later, with the two adults sitting and Karen standing and still sniffling a bit, the Principal got out his folder and reviewed Karen’s progress over the last few weeks. The results were good! Ed’s patient tutoring had helped Karen dramatically improve her grades, Karen had no more discipline problems at school, and Karen seemed to be making friends and working out her initial social problems at school.

They both thanked the Principal for his help and Karen left the school arm-in-arm with her new father, so happy to be officially “out of trouble” that she had already forgotten the pain of her recently paddled bottom, (which was still quite bare underneath her skirt). Although she sometimes missed her natural parents terribly, suddenly life with Uncle Ed, her new “Daddy”, was better than she ever imagined possible.

For some reason, Karen felt more grown up around Ed than she ever felt around her natural parents. Probably this is because Ed had not raised her from babyhood through toddlerhood and into adolescence as her natural parents had, and there was lots of mental “baggage” that never had a chance to build up between them. Whatever the reason, she found that she could talk about things with Ed that she could never have been able to broach with her natural parents. Naturally, sex figured high among the delicate subjects that were gradually becoming of consuming interest to the developing girl.

As it turned out, sex was also a growing field of interest for Ed. Before her death, Ed had a wonderful relationship with his wife. Even through her illness, they clung to each other and her desire for real intimacy continued to manifest itself at the oddest times. Their last sex had been just weeks before her death. For a full year after her death, he could not imagine the thought of wanting any other woman. Having Karen around had changed everything for Ed, now he felt his mind opening not only to the possibility of having a relationship with another woman, but such a relationship was fast becoming an imperative.

It did not surprise anyone when Ed found an interesting woman through an introduction from a mutual friend. Jennifer Smith was in much the same situation as Ed. A widow for slightly less than a year with a son who was a freshman in a distant college, Jenny made it clear to Ed from the beginning that she was not ready for anything “physical”. It took Ed nearly three months of patient attention before he was finally able to see tiny cracks on her armor.

All through this campaign, Ed was careful to not neglect Karen, or to allow her to get jealous. He made sure that many of his dates with Jenny started out with supper in a nice place so he could bring Karen along and made sure that she was included in the conversation. Then they would take Karen home and the couple would go off by themselves. More and more, Jenny was comfortable on these occasions to simply invite Ed to her apartment where they would sit on the couch, neck like teenagers, and enjoy a movie.

Unfortunately for Ed, Those “necking sessions” rarely got much past serious kisses and long hugs. Jenny occasionally relieved Ed’s sexual tensions manually, but that was as far as it went. As much as he would have like to, Ed was never allowed to properly explore the tantalizing world inside Jenny’s panties.

Frankly, Karen was more curious than jealous. She genuinely liked Jenny and began to see the possibilities of perhaps gaining a new mother. The two of them became fast friends, sometimes “ditching” Ed at home and going off on shopping trips that were “just for the girls”.

One thing that worried Ed was that Karen was becoming increasingly inquisitive about Ed and Jenny’s love life. It started out by her asking oblique questions during some of their “talks” about sex. Ed tried to be as “straight” with Karen as he could. He told her (to her surprise) that a 50-year-old man like him still had sexual feelings and (frankly) was still very capable of enjoying sex. He explained to her how much he had loved his wife and that he was starting to develop those same kinds of feelings for Jenny. Karen pried for more information, but that was as far as Ed was willing to go. “Jenny and I are adults and some things are going to have to remain private between us,” he explained, “Jenny is a very private person and is still getting over the loss of her husband, who she loved very much, and she would not be comfortable with me sharing private details with you.”

Karen never really gave up, her developing hormones apparently drove her curiosity, and her curiosity about their relationship was not going away anytime soon. She even tried when she got alone with Jenny; childishly trying to disguise her questions as “girl talk” but it was all to no avail.

All went well until one evening when Jenny came by looking very low. The original plan had been that Jenny and Karen were going to cook supper for the three of them and then Ed and Jenny were going to go “out” while Karen worked on the second draft of a research paper for school. Ed could immediately see that something was very wrong with Jenny. “I have a really big problem Ed,” she finally said. Ed turned to his daughter and asked; “Karen, would you mind just throwing something very simple together for supper, it looks like Jenny and I need to talk.” At that, for the first time ever, the two of them disappeared into Ed’s bedroom.

This was a new turn of events for Karen. Though immensely curious, she at first did as she was asked, getting out cold cuts, sandwich makings, and throwing together a quick salad, but soon she found herself immensely curious about what was going on in her father’s bedroom. Not sure what to do, she knocked on her father’s bedroom door and announced loudly that supper was ready.

The two adults came out of the bedroom, ate a bit of supper with Karen, thanked her, and then promptly disappeared back in Ed’s bedroom. 30 minutes later, they were still in there and Karen could barely contain herself. In her mind’s eye, she was sure that Jenny and her father were in there “doing it” and she desperately wanted to know what “it” was all about.

Inside, Jenny and Ed were having a serious talk. It seemed that Jenny’s apartment had changed hands and her lease was not going to be renewed. To move into a new apartment would cost Jenny two months rent plus a security deposit, plus her rent at the new place would likely be much higher. Since Ed and Jenny had talked obliquely (and perhaps vaguely) several times about a future together, the question was immediately obvious to both of them. Could they “put things together” in the 90 days that Jenny had left and perhaps end up as a married (or at the very least cohabiting) couple by then? This was serious stuff! Ed was very direct with Jenny, “We both have known for months where this relationship is going. Unless something goes very wrong, I hope to convince you to share life with me and Karen right here…and yes, I frankly hope to convince you to share my bed also.”

At that, Jenny started sobbing. Was it happiness at Ed’s “near proposal”? Was it frustration? Did she want to break things off? Ed was trying to figure it out. This was truly a delicate moment when the futures of three people hung in the balance.

Outside the bedroom, the temptation had finally become just too much for Karen, she tiptoed up to the door and listened. Her sharp young ears could pick up was the occasional indistinct buzz of adult voices ane she thought she heard heavy breathing, or was it sobbing? She put her ear up to the door, and heard her father saying something to Jenny about “love”. She held her breath and listened with her whole body and soul. Then Jenny replied…

Inside, Ed noticed a shadow under the door appear and then linger. Guessing what was happening, he motioned for Jenny to keep talking while he crept towards the door. Very slowly, he turned the knob and then suddenly jerked the door open. Ear first; Karen literally fell into the bedroom.

The instant that the door flew open and Karen was busted, there was no doubt in Ed’s or Karen’s mind what was going to happen to Karen’s bottom, the only question was when the spanking was going to start and what kind of spanking it was going to be. Jenny was quite upset, she had never before seen Karen seriously misbehave, and Karen couldn’t have chosen a worse time to do so. To make things worse, Jenny was horribly embarrassed for Karen to see her crying.

It took a moment for Ed to find his voice. He first turned his attention to Jenny. “Jen, we still have a lot to talk about, but it looks like there will be a slight delay while I deal with my daughter. Could you go out in the kitchen and make us a pot of coffee while my daughter and I have a little heart-to-heart talk?” “OK, said Jenny doubtfully. “I know you are a bit upset Jenny,” he said, “but please don’t leave, we all need to deal with this right now, and let’s not let it change anything.” “OK Ed,” she said, “I guess I understand.”

When the bedroom door closed behind Jenny, Ed explained to Karen the basics of what she had interrupted, why Jenny was crying, (though Ed wasn’t really sure himself) and why this was such a terrible time for her to misbehave. Finally he said, “tell me the truth; what was going through your head to make you do such a childish thing?” “I…I thought you and Jenny were…” her face turned red and she couldn’t finish the sentence. “You thought we were making out in here and you wanted to snoop?” She looked at the floor, “I guess that about covers it,” the girl mumbled.

“I think we both have a pretty good idea what your punishment is going to be, and I can tell you that it is going to be real soon; but what are we going to do about Jenny?” Ed asked. “I guess I had better go out and apologize,” said the girl. Ed spoke thoughtfully, the concepts not yet clear in his own mind; “This is a suggestion, just a suggestion Karen, and I won’t make you do it, but…since Jenny saw you misbehave and since Jenny is thinking about being part of our family, why don’t you ask her to see how we deal with this?” “You mean see me get spanked?” Karen asked wide-eyed. “Yes, that is exactly what I mean,” said Ed, “Jen and I have had some long talks about our childhoods and our ideas about parenting, and I think it is OK for me to tell you that she won’t be shocked to witness a bare-bottom hairbrush spanking.” “OK,” Karen said simply, “I will go tell her how sorry I am and then I will ask her to stay for my spanking.”

Moments later, Karen found Jenny in the kitchen. She put her arms around the lady and sincerely asked for her forgiveness. “It was silly, childish, and selfish for me to do what I did,” she said, and then she took a deep breath and asked; “since both Daddy and I want you to come live with us, I think that you should see me get punished for what I did, and then I hope that you will forgive me forever.” “You mean that you are going to get a spanking?” Jenny asked. “Yes,” Karen said with a slight catch in her voice. “Did your father tell you to ask me this” Jenny asked directly. “Well,” she admitted, “It was his idea, but he said that I didn’t have to ask you…but I really do want you to be there. Honest!” “I don’t know,” temporized Jenny, “I am not sure this is a good idea.

Slightly desperate to set things right, Karen had a sudden thought. “Jenny?” she asked, “can I ask you a personal question?” “You can try,” said Jenny, “the worst I can say is ‘no’.” Karen paused to think about what she was going to say, finally it came out; “Did you ever spank your son when he was bad?” Jenny laughed, “You mean ‘DO I ever spank my son when he is bad’,” she declared, “The answer is ‘yes’, with some regularity in fact. At least it was that way before he went off to college, and it still could happen now.”

“I get spanked pretty regularly myself,” Karen admitted, “Daddy is waiting to give me one right now. Will you please come back in the bedroom with me so we can get it over with? …Please?” Jenny finally acquiesced, “OK kiddo, let’s go.”

Jenny followed Karen back into her father’s bedroom where, just as Karen had predicted, they found Ed waiting expectantly. To Jenny’s surprise, Karen went straight to her father and whispered something in his ear. Jenny could mostly just hear a buzz, but she was pretty sure that she heard her name mentioned. “I hadn’t thought of that,” said Ed to his daughter, “go use the bathroom then bring me your hairbrush and I will talk to her about it.” With her spanking obviously close at hand, Karen replied somberly, “Yes sir,” and left the room.

As soon as she was gone, Ed turned to Jenny “Karen just suggested that you share in the spanking duties, and under the circumstances, I think it is a real good idea. Will you please give her a warm up spanking?” Jenny made a sour face,” Do you really think that is a good idea Ed?” “Yes Jenny, Karen wants to show you that she is really sorry and I think this is her way of doing that. Of course, she has nothing to lose, she is going to get the spanking anyhow.” Finally, Jenny softened,“OK, if you put it that way; what do you want me to do?” “Well Jenny, just take her over your lap and give her a good hand spanking to get her ready for the hairbrush. Start off kind of easy and gradually build up the heat. Before you are done, her little bottom should be bouncing from your spanks and there should be genuine tears; OK?”

“OK Ed,” Jenny agreed, “If you are really sure that it is the best thing for her. Where do I sit?”

Ed was pointing Jenny to the edge of the bed just as Karen walked back into the room with her hairbrush in her hand. “I will take that.” Ed said firmly, “Now get that bottom bare.” Karen nodded soberly and kicked off her shoes. Next came her jeans, which she folded neatly and placed on the floor. With a shy glance at Jenny, her hands went to her waist, elastic stretched, and her pink panties made the long trip down to her ankles. She stepped out of the tiny panties, picked them up, and placed them on her pants. Naked from the waist down, the girl looked back and forth at the two adults obviously unsure of what was next.

“Karen Collins, do you have the slightest doubt about what you are getting spanked for?” Ed asked sternly. “No sir, I know exactly what I did and I am really, really sorry,” Karen replied. “OK then Karen, you may get across Jenny’s lap for the first part of your punishment, and then you have a date with me and this hairbrush.” “Yes sir” Karen said as she walked to Jenny’s side. Jenny gave Karen a firm hug and a peck on the cheek and then patted her lap purposely. Karen knew exactly what to do.

The spanking started almost immediately. Kathy was surprised that Jenny was a very different kind of spanker than her father. While Ed was a very careful and predictable spanker, Jenny believed in the element of surprise. Although she started out with softer spanks and gradually worked her way up to harder spanks, she continually kept Karen mentally off balance by varying how hard she spanked, varying the delay between each spank so the girl never knew when to expect the next slap on her bottom, and varying the placement of her spanks in a seemingly random pattern. One thing did not change; after a very few minutes, Karen was sobbing, bucking, kicking, and frantically (though hopelessly) trying to somehow wriggle her bottom out of range of range of that relentlessly punishing hand. It was very clear to both Ed and Karen that Jenny’s years of parenting her son had given her plenty of opportunity to perfect her spanking technique. Ed had never had the opportunity to meet the young man, but (judging from Jenny’s spanking technique) he correctly guessed that Jenny had taught him some good manners.

Finally, when she judged that her job was done, Jenny looked up at Ed for approval. He rewarded her with a “thumbs up”. Soon after that, Karen was back on her feet, crying, hiccupping, and rubbing her bottom. Ed gave Karen time for one quick comforting hug from Jenny, and then traded places on the bed with Jenny and picked up the hairbrush purposely. Her cries starting anew, Karen laid herself across her father’s lap for what she well knew would be the hardest part of her spanking.

“Jenny, would your reach Karen a pillow please?” Ed asked. Karen took the offered pillow and wrapped her arms tightly around it, burying her face into its softness. Without further ceremony, Ed put the hairbrush to work on his daughter’s already red bottom. As usual it took Ed less than two minutes work on his daughter’s already prepared bottom to transport her to that special “sorry spanked girl” place, and as usual, he had no problem telling when she had arrived. After she calmed down a bit and finally seemed to notice that she was no longer being spanked, Ed allowed his bawling daughter up from his lap so that both he and Jenny could hug, cuddle, and comfort her. It had only been a “Type 1” spanking, but it had been plenty hard enough to get the point across to Karen.

Finally, Ed led his still-bottomless daughter to her bedroom, and folded back the covers on her bed. Without being told, the wet-faced girl laid facedown so her father could gently apply lotion to her bright-red bottom. As had happened before in that situation, Karen quickly drifted off to sleep.

Finally, Ed and Jenny were able to finish their conversation in total privacy. It took well over an hour, but at the end of that hour Ed and Jenny found themselves engaged to be married…and something else had happened for the very first time…something very private and deeply satisfying for the both of them.

Later the evening, the couple sheepishly got dressed and woke up Karen to tell the sleepy, well-spanked girl the great news that life for her would soon be significantly different; Karen was again to have a full set of parents.

Weeks later, Ed would look back at that evening and realize that by allowing Jenny to spank Karen, he had sewn the seeds of a huge misunderstanding, a potentially devastating misunderstanding that would ultimately put that hairbrush back to work.
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It was just a few weeks after Karen’s spanking when school started. Junior high school is hard enough on a girl, but when the girl finds herself in a strange school full of people she has never met, things are much harder.

Ed had suffered through the uncomfortable job of taking his new daughter to the mall to shop for a new school wardrobe. Although he always missed his wife, he found himself aching that day for her special female expertise. Karen was incessantly trying to bamboozle him into buying clothes that were overly expensive and overly brief (in Ed’s opinion) to wear to school. A lady clerk at the department store finally took pity on Ed and stepped in to help. “All I want is for her to blend in,” Ed explained. “She is new in town and needs a nice school wardrobe. Please just show us what everybody else is buying.” Two hours later, they had Karen fully outfitted, albeit not fully happy. In the end, even Karen grudgingly admitted that her father’s strategy was probably best until she had been in school for a few weeks and had a chance to “get the lay of the land.”

The first semester seemed to be very difficult for Karen both socially and academically. It only took Karen three weeks to earn her first paddling in the Principal’s office. As best Ed could figure out from Karen’s explanation and from a short phone conversation with the Principal, Karen had responded badly to a somewhat bullying student and ended up is a shoving match in the cafeteria. The Principal had felt slightly sorry for Karen, but she had broken one of the school’s strictest rules and Karen and the other girl had both been paddled.

Ed understood well that Karen was just doing what she felt she had to do to establish herself in the social pecking order of this new school, but he also understood that he had a job to do as Karen’s parent. Shortly after supper, Karen’s skirt, pantyhose, and panties all hit her bedroom floor and she found herself over her new father’s lap for the second time. This spanking was considerably different from her first. Ed wanted to properly correct his daughter, but he did not want to discourage her. This spanking would only be a “Type 1”. To Karen’s surprise, her father did not immediately pick up the hairbrush. He began spanking her with his hand, and the first spanks barely qualified as mild slaps. When he had totally covered her bottom and thighs with those slaps, he started again, only very slightly harder. By the fifth time around, the spanks were just hard enough to make her squirm and gasp. By the time Karen’s father’s hand finished its eighth tour of her bottom, the girl was bouncing and squalling under truly punishing blows. It was only then that Ed picked up the hairbrush for the really serious work.

After that warm-up spanking, it took Ed less than 60-seconds work with that hairbrush to bring his daughter’s bottom to a bright red hue, and to transport Karen to that special “spanked girl” place that Ed again had no trouble recognizing. Moments later, Ed was comforting his still bare bottomed daughter, and hearing her heartfelt promises of perfect behavior in the future, while wondering if she would be able to keep them.

The next day, Karen shyly brought up the issue of the “warm-up spanking” with Ed. She said that her “first’ father had never done that, but had always started out hard with the hairbrush. Karen said that the spanking Ed had given her was “just as hard” and that she “really learned her lesson” but that somehow it was easier to take when he started off “not so hard like that”. She asked Ed if he was always going to spank her like that, and Ed answered that he would always make that decision depending on circumstances and Karen’s attitude at the time. The girl accepted that answer, but it was clearly not exactly what she wanted to hear.

The next hint of trouble occurred near the end of Karen’s first semester in her new school when Ed came home from work to find something subtly “different” about the apartment. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the place had sort of a “lived in” look. It sort of looked the same as it did on one of those “teacher work days” when Karen was home all day, but he knew it was a school day. He asked his daughter if she had made it to school on time, and her answer was that she “hadn’t been late”. This evasive answer puzzled Ed, and he resolved to watch Karen’s behavior more closely.

It happened again the next Thursday. This time, Ed checked things out more closely. He noticed that there were 5 empty soda cans that had not been there when he left for work that morning. On a hunch, he checked out his cable TV account and found that there were two “pay per view” movies that had somehow ended up on his account that day. This time he asked Karen directly if she had been to school that day. Her answer was “Yes.”

It was the last school period the next day and Karen was just daydreaming about the upcoming weekend when the intercom chime interrupted the class. A distorted version of the school secretary’s voice requested that “Karen Collins report immediately to the Principals office”. Honestly puzzled, Karen gathered her things and walked down the hall to the imposing main office of the school. The secretary was waiting for her with a disapproving look and immediately escorted her into the Principal’s private office, where Karen was surprised to see her father sitting across from the Principal’s desk. On that desk were two fraudulently signed excuse notes that the girl found all too familiar. Karen knew immediately that she was busted!

“I am really disappointed in you Karen” her father said sorrowfully, “You played hooky twice and lied to me twice. We have a lot to discuss at home, but first you and the Principal have ‘business.’” Instantly, tears jumped to the girl’s eyes, “I’m sorry Daddy, really sorry,” she blubbered. The Principal handed Karen a paper. “I am going to make this short if not sweet. Please read this out loud,” he ordered. Through eyes swimming with tears the uncomprehending girl read:

“I, Edward Collins, legal guardian of Karen Collins, specifically waive the protections of school board rule 103.11 (a) as allowed in paragraph 103.11 (b).

She could see that it was signed and dated by her father. The girl looked up at the Principal with questioning eyes. He lost no time in explaining: “Rule 103.11 is the rule that normally prohibits me from adjusting a student’s clothing prior to corporal punishment. In light of your behavior this semester, your father has just waived that rule. We ask parents to do that when their children have to be paddled here more than once in a semester, and most are very cooperative.” Understanding where this conversation was going, the girl’s buttocks clenched involuntarily.

Wasting no time, the Principal continued. “You have cut school two times and submitted two fraudulent excuse notes, that is four paddlings that you have earned for yourself. You will report to this office ten minutes before the final bell every Friday for a paddling until your slate is wiped clean. Is that clear?” “Y…Y…Yes sir” the girl replied. “Good” the Principal replied. “We will take care of your first paddling right now, your father will serve as the required witness.” Karen looked down at the floor and finally replied, “Yes sir”.

“Good” the Principal replied. “Here is how it will work, kick off your shoes and then reach up under your skirt and lower whatever you’ve got.” Although Karen should have been warned by the document she had just been made to read, she found herself staring open-mouthed at the Principal until she heard a familiar voice behind her order, “Do it!” Quickly, the girl reached up under her skirt and hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and panty hose. Seconds later, the combination of her pink panties and her nearly transparent panty hose came into view below her skirt. With the tangled mess just above her knees, Karen straightened up for her next order. It was not long in coming.

“Lower them all the way to the floor and step out of them.” The Principal ordered. With a sob, the girl complied. “You may pick them up and put them in your purse,” the Principal suggested.
Bending at the knee to protect her modesty for a few more precious seconds Karen picked up her tiny panties and panty hose, wadded them up, and stuffed them in her purse. “For the rest of your paddlings, you may avoid a little embarrassment by doing that in the girl’s room before you report to me,” the Principal suggested helpfully, “and also be sure to not wear slacks on those days. The procedure for slacks is considerably more…err…revealing.”

“Yes sir,” Karen replied. The Principal opened a desk drawer and removed an impressive paddle. “OK Karen,” he said while standing up, “I believe you are familiar with the procedure.” With a sob, the girl stood three feet back from the desk, bent over, and braced both of her hands on the edge. The Principal briskly walked around to the front of his desk and flipped up the back of Karen’s skirt, exposing her perfect orbs. With a steadying hand on Karen’s lower back, the Principal carefully took aim and landed a very firm swat exactly in the middle of the girl’s nervously clenching bottom. Karen was amazed at the difference in the pain of the paddle when bare compared to the previous time when she had been paddled over her clothing. She grunted in surprise at the first swat, was barely able to remain quiet for the second, and was crying profusely by the time the fourth stroke landed. She greeted both the fifth and the sixth swats with shrieks that were easily heard in the outer office.

After the sixth swat, the maximum he was allowed, the Principal stepped back, giving Ed a full view of a very red bottom. The Principal laid the paddle down on the desk, hugged the sobbing girl around her shoulders, and helped her lift herself up off of the desk, allowing her skit to drop down into place by itself. “It is all over for now, you were very brave.” he said gently, “See you next week,” he said as he propelled the girl towards her father.

Ed was very impressed by the damage the Principal could do with only six swats, and thought that the Principal’s procedure for giving girls a bare-bottom paddling with such a minimum of exposure was very fair. He shook the man’s hand and left with his still sobbing, still pantyless, daughter.

In the car, Karen blubbered, “You must really hate me now.” Ed was actually happy for the question. “There is nothing you could do to make me not love you sweetheart,” he said, “but I was just sitting here wondering the same thing. You know that I have to punish you like I have never punished you before; right?” “Uh huh” she sobbed. “Will you hate me when we are done?” “No Daddy, I know you have to spank me,” she sobbed. “It’s going to be more than once, you know,” he warned, “you skipped school twice and lied to me twice, and there is nothing you can do that is worse than lying to me. We can’t deal with all that with only one spanking.” Karen simply nodded her understanding and put her head in her lap. The rest of the trip was made in silence, with both of them wondering what her punishment would be.

Supper was a somber affair. Ed had asked Karen to change out of her school clothes and then set the table while he cooked up something simple. After the meal, the two of them worked together to clear the table and wash & dry the dishes. Then Ed sat his daughter back down at the kitchen table for a serious talk. He started out by explaining that he had seen her bottom after the Principal was done with her, and that there would be no more spanking today. “That takes the pressure off of us.” He explained, “Tonight we can just talk.”

And talk they did. Ed had a long talk with her about how damaging a lie can be. “I can punish you and then forgive you, but it will be a long time before I can stop wondering if you are telling me the truth,” he carefully explained. “That is why lying is the worse possible thing you can do to me.” This brought new tears to his daughter’s eyes, but he saw that the lesson seemed to hit home.

Then they talked about Karen’s problems at school and how truancy could only make them worse. Ed explained that he would never punish her for low grades, but lack of effort was another matter altogether, and truancy was the ultimate in “lack of effort.”

Their talk over, Ed hugged his daughter and then cut them each a slice of pie. After desert, Ed said, “I have been thinking a bit about your punishment and I would like your opinion; can we talk about that?” Karen nodded grimly. Ed explained that he had two ideas running through his head. “By rights, you should get four ‘Type 3’ spankings; one for each time you lied to me and one for each time you skipped school,” he explained. “But I figure that one a week is all you can absorb, so it would take us a month to do that, plus you would still be getting the paddlings at school.

There was a long silence as both of them contemplated what a solid month of spankings would mean. Almost afraid to ask, Karen finally spoke up; “What was your other idea Daddy?” “Well,” he said, “I was thinking of some kind of ‘punishment day’, but the concept is still kind of fuzzy in my mind.” “You mean that you would give me all four ‘Type 3’ spankings in a single day?” she asked, shuddering at the thought. “No”, Ed explained, “Your bottom would never take that. You would probably get several spankings during the day and do serious corner time in between. You can be sure that your bottom would be black & blue by the end of the day though. The advantage for both of us would be that your punishment would be all done after that one day. You could go back to being a good girl, and we both could get on with our lives.” “I’ll do it Daddy” Karen said impetuously, “Can we get it over with tomorrow?”

“Whoa, wait a minute,” Ed said quickly. “First of all, we are not negotiating here, all of the details would be up to me, and I would need your solemn promise to obey and cooperate all day, no matter what! This will be no picnic, I intend to make this a lesson that will last you a lifetime!” “OK,” she said soberly, “I know it will be a really bad day for me, but I will obey you no matter what you tell me to do.” “There is one other thing for you to remember,” Ed warned. “What Daddy?” “This does not change your situation with the Principal,” Ed explained, “You still have three more bare bottom paddlings ahead of you from him. “Yes Daddy, I know,” she said sadly.

“Are you sure that this is what you want to do honey?’ Ed asked, “This will be your last chance to back out.” “Yes Daddy, I want to get this over with.” “OK,” he said firmly. Go upstairs and get ready for bed and then come down for a hug before you go to bed early. Then I expect you to be down here at 7 in the morning showered and dressed. Don’t even think about being late!” With a firm pat on the tail, he sent the girl to her room.

Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. Neither Karen nor Ed actually got much sleep that night, both were dreading Karen’s punishment day. Karen finally gave up trying to sleep at 6 AM and got up early for her shower. As she was drying herself, she heard her father rattling pots and pans downstairs. Temporarily donning her pajamas, she went downstairs to ask her father what she was supposed to wear for her coming punishment day.

As she expected, Karen found her father in the kitchen. Ed gave his new daughter a kiss on the forehead and pulled her in for a long hug. It nearly broke his heart when he felt her heart pumping like a trapped animal trying to escape. “Scared honey?” He asked gently. Her head buried in her father’s chest, she nodded and sobbed a bit. “You know I love you right?” She nodded again, slightly more vigorously. “You know that it is my duty to make a really-really good job of this right?” With a grunt that was actually a bravely suppressed sob, the girl nodded again.

“You can hang with me for a while if you want, but you need to have all your ‘bathroom’ stuff done and be down here dressed by 7; OK? The girl finally found her voice, “What do you want me to wear?” “Whatever you are comfortable with, we are going to have a nice sit-down breakfast and then we’re going out in the backyard for a few minutes, so dress accordingly.” “OK Daddy,” the girl replied. He explained that he wanted her to start out the day with a good meal, but left unsaid that neither of them would have much stomach for food once her punishment session started. She set the table for breakfast and sniffed the delicious smell of bacon frying before finally disappearing upstairs after several nervous glances at the kitchen clock. Upstairs, she quickly took off her pajamas and dressed in panties, bra, Denim shorts, T-shirt, shoes and socks.

Breakfast was a silent affair, Ed desperately was trying to think of something to say to lighten the mood, but there is really little a father can say to a girl who is about the spend the day getting punished. After breakfast, he piled the dirty pans and dishes in the sink as Karen watched awkwardly. “Would you like me to wash those?” she asked hopefully. “No honey,” he said gently, “we have other business to do first. Get yourself ready for your first spanking.” “Should I go upstairs first?” “No, you can do it right here; you know what to do.”

With her breakfast balling up in her stomach, the sad girl kicked off her shoes, undid her shorts, and then lowered her shorts and panties together. She stepped clear of them and looked at her father expectantly. “This will just be a ‘warm up’ to pink up your bottom and put us both in the proper mood,” explained Ed, “the heavier punishment will have to wait until you have had a chance to digest your breakfast.”

With those words, he pulled out a dining room chair, turned it away from the table, sat down, and patted his lap. Moments later, Karen was in place across her father’s lap with her hands firmly griping the rungs of the chair. Ed looked down at his daughter’s bare bottom and was momentarily surprised to see the angry paddle marks from the Principal’s earlier efforts. “Honey, does this still hurt?” he asked gently, rubbing her tush. “Yes sir,” Karen sobbed. “Why didn’t you say so? We can do this tomorrow and give that a chance to heal up some.” Karen looked back in a panic, “No daddy, please NO! I want to get this over with.” “OK honey, I understand, but you know I can’t go easy on you just because of this, right?” “Looking down at the floor, Karen nodded vigorously.” “Then let’s get started.” Ed said in a tone of determination.

Without further words, the spanking started. Just like the “warm-up” spanking he had done before, Ed spanked several laps around Karen’s bottom, each time slightly harder. Soon the girl’s bottom was bouncing from the spanks and Karen was bawling. Through the fog of her pain, Karen noted that her father was spanking a larger area today. Ed had “pinked up” an area that extended down her legs almost to the backs of her knees and all the way around to her hips and thighs. Finally the spanking stopped. Karen was expecting to be let up, when she finally noticed that her father was insistently giving her an order, it was something about her legs. Karen finally realized that she was supposed to “open her legs.”

Finally, the girl was made to understand that she was supposed to spread her legs, and she complied. Ed insisted that it was not enough, “Wider,” he commanded. She opened up a bit more. “Get your thighs apart now!” Ed commanded. Shifting her weight slightly, Karen opened her legs as wide as she could, with one leg against her father, and the other one actually off of his lap. That must have satisfied him, because suddenly her inner thighs exploded in impossible pain as Ed firmly spanked them.

A minute later, it was over and Karen found herself upright on her father’s lap bawling her heart out with her arms firmly wrapped around his neck. This was breaking Ed’s heart, but he knew his day’s work was just starting.

He gave her perhaps ten minutes of comfort, and then gently disengaged her. “Get yourself dressed sweetheart,” he said not unkindly, “we have a job to do outside.”

Stiffly, the girl reversed the preparations for her recent spanking, reinstalling her panties, shorts, and shoes in their proper places. Fully dressed, she looked at her father for her next order.

Ed walked across the kitchen, opened a drawer, and rummaged around, gathering various tools. He handed several to Karen, “here, take these out in the back yard.” Ed quickly poured himself a cup of coffee, and followed Karen outside, “just drop that stuff on the picnic table Honey,” he said.

Ed handed a pair of pruning sheers to his uncomprehending daughter. “I want you to go around the yard and cut yourself several switches.” Holding her hand he continued, “The smallest should be about the thickness of your little finger, and none should be thicker than your thumb. They should all be substantial enough to sting like the dickens and whippy enough to not cause you harm.” Karen looked at her father with big eyes. “Go ahead,” he urged, “cut me five or six nice straight ones and I will choose from them.” Squelching his male impulse to give his daughter further “help”, Ed sat on the picnic table and sipped his coffee as he watched his sad daughter walk around the yard cutting switches to be used on her own bottom.

Karen laid the first four switches next to her father and went off in search of more. Ten minutes later, there were 7 candidates spread out in front of Ed. “OK, sit down next to me” Ed ordered. He picked up the switches one-by-one and examined each, swishing some of them through the air experimentally. Finally selecting three of various weights, Ed set the others aside and picked up a razor knife. On each of the selected switches, Ed made lengthwise slits through the bark. Handing Karen a pocketknife and a switch, he showed her how to peel off the bark and remove the buds to make a smooth spanking tool. After pouring himself another cup of coffee, he sat down to watch his daughter finish work on the other two switches.

It took her about 20 minutes, but finally the job was done to Ed’s satisfaction. He picked up the tools and said mildly, “OK Honey, bring them inside and we’ll try them out.”

Once inside, speaking in the same conversational tone of voice, Ed said, “You won’t be needing any clothes until tomorrow.” She looked at her father oddly but did nothing at first. “Take your clothes off Honey,” he urged. “You need to be bare for the rest of your punishment.” Quickly the girl removed her shoes, shorts and pants as she had before and looked up at her father who was staring unblinkingly at her. “Keep going,” he ordered. Her t-shirt and tiny bra quickly joined the pile of clothing on the floor. Both father and daughter blushed slightly, as they both realized that this was the first time that Ed had seen his daughter truly naked.

Ed picked up the switches and walked briskly into the living room. Without being told to, Karen trailed behind her father. Ed picked up the coffee table and moved it aside, creating a large empty space in the middle of the room. “Stand there” Ed said, pointing at the center of the space. Fearfully, the naked girl complied. Laying down the two smallest switches, Ed stood at his daughter’s left side, facing her, and grabbed her slender upper arm in an iron grip. “I am going to give you a short whipping” he announced, “Stand still and whatever you do, don’t reach back.” Before Karen could process her father’s last statement, she heard a short whistling sound and shrieked as her bottom exploded in pain. In an involuntary attempt to escape each stroke of the switch, Karen took a step forward, but her father’s strong grip on her arm kept the two together so that they ended up making two complete circles as Ed delivered six firm swats with the switch, producing six welts on Karen’s bottom and causing Karen to fill the house with her heartrending shrieks.

After her short whipping, Ed cuddled his daughter for a mere five minutes before he led her to a corner. He left her there and returned moments later with a hard desk chair. “Here is how the rest of the day is going to go.” Ed said, “You will remain in this corner, sitting or standing; your choice. I will occasionally bring you out for a new punishment, but you may have hours to wait in between. You may go to the bathroom without special permission as long as you don’t abuse the privilege, but you must leave the bathroom door wide open. I will keep a water glass within reach and you may have light snacks on request. Is all that clear?” “Yes sir” she responded.

“OK Honey” he said, “Your next punishment will be severe and it will be specifically for lying to your father. While you are waiting, I want you to think about lying and how it damages everything.” “Yes Father.” The girl sobbed. “I love you Karen,” the man said before he left his red-bottomed daughter looking alone and sad in the corner. “I love you too Daddy” she said, hoping that he was still close enough to hear.

Ed went and washed the breakfast dishes, poured himself another cup of coffee, and went into the living room to sit quietly near his daughter. After he finished his coffee, he got up and rearranged the furniture, pulling one end of the couch well away from the wall. He laid the switches on the back of the couch where they would be handy for his use and then went upstairs to borrow two pillows from Karen’s bed. Shortly before eleven o’clock, he finally called to the still-naked girl; it was almost time for her thrashing.

Looking tiny and vulnerable in her corner, the girl shivered noticeably on hearing her father’s voice; she knew that it must be time for the “severe” punishment that her father had mentioned. Ed instructed her to “go pee or whatever” and then to come to him. Karen croaked an indecipherable acknowledgement and then walked to the downstairs bathroom, leaving the door wide open as she had been instructed. Karen used the toilet, quickly washed her hands and face, and then obediently went to her father and stood in front of him, ready for whatever was going to happen to her.

“Do you remember the ‘night of the truth serum’ Karen?” he asked the girl. “Yes Daddy.” “Did you tell me the truth that night?” “Yes Daddy.” “Was it easy to answer those questions?” “No, it was hard.” “That is right Karen, it was very hard for you, and very awkward for me. But how did you feel when that evening was over?” The girl thought a moment, “Good…really good.” In a softer voice Ed replied, “That night was the first time you called me ‘Daddy’ and I will remember that for the rest of my life. My point is that you told the truth and it brought us closer together; right?” “Yes.” The girl agreed. “OK, then in contrast, how did you feel after you deliberately lied to me?” “I felt like shi…I mean I felt really bad.” “Exactly Karen, the truth might be really hard, but the truth brings us together and lies do just the opposite. They always end up hurting us more that the truth.” The girl nodded her understanding. The new tears gushing down her face gave Ed hope that the lesson was making an impact.

Ed stood and wrapped his arms around his precious bundle while she sobbed. Finally he disengaged and murmured, “Are you ready to get your whipping over with?” “I guess so Daddy.” Karen sobbed. Nobody needed to tell her that it was going to be with those ferocious switches.

In a more businesslike tone Ed explained; “This punishment will be specifically for lying to your father. I want you to pay attention because this is what will happen if you ever again tell me a deliberate lie. Just like today, you will cut and prepare your own switches and then take off every stitch of your clothes and then bend over the end of that couch to have your bottom thrashed; understand?” Wide-eyed, she silently nodded. “OK Honey, get yourself over the end of the couch. One pillow goes under your hips to raise your bottom, and the other is for your face.” Karen took a fearful look at the back of the couch where the switches were lying handy for use, and then obediently put herself into position.

“When this is over, I will allow you to rest on the couch for exactly 60 minutes and then you must go back to the corner; understand?” The girl nodded into her pillow. With a hand on each hip, Ed adjusted his daughter’s position slightly and instructed her to hug the pillow tightly. There was a silence as he hefted the switches, finally selecting the middleweight one. The girl jumped as her father swished the stick through the air and then touched her bottom with it to get the range.

Ed raised his right arm high over his head and brought is down hard on his daughter’s waiting bottom. Karen bucked and screamed into her pillow. As Karen continued to jump and squeal, Ed lashed her bottom nine more times with that nasty switch. Each swat made a sound like an angry wasp as the switch sped through the air, and then a “Snap” as it buried itself into teenaged female bottomflesh, leaving a livid weal that would hurt for several days. Each stroke of that switch dragged a scream from Karen’s lips; each thankfully muffled somewhat by the pillow. The preliminaries done, Ed barely missed a beat as he grabbed the lightest switch to continue his duty.

Karen did not even seem to notice that her father had swapped switches, continuing her squalling, bouncing and kicking as the switch continued to sting her bottom. Ed knew that the lighter switch would do little damage to Karen’s rear, but would sting like a cloud of angry bees. Ed took his time; he wanted this to be a memorable experience. With her entire bottom a new, brighter hue of red; the switch finally strayed beyond Karen’s round bottom cheeks to stimulate the nerve endings in her legs. Almost immediately, Karen bucked and howled with a new intensity and one leg curled up, spoiling his aim. It only took three rapid swats to the back of her calves to make the errant leg return to its proper place so that Ed could resume his job. Ed used that little switch for a further five minutes before he decided that Karen had all she could handle for a while. By then, she had long since stopped screaming and was making a heartbreaking keening sound.

“Don’t ever make me do that to you again!” Ed ordered, and then he helped his very sorry daughter crawl up on the couch and lay down for her promised rest. Ed sat on the floor and rubbed the girl’s back as she finally cried herself into some sort of stupor. 60 minutes seemed to go by way too fast for both of them, but Ed timed it to the second and then felt like a heal when he roused the sore girl and made her return to her corner. Sitting on that hard chair was out of the question with her tortured bottom, so Karen stood.

Ed knew that the afternoon would really be hard on his daughter, but that was the whole idea of a “punishment day”. The move into the corner brought on a new session of sobbing, but that soon ended, and now she seemed to be having trouble standing in one place. Ed could see that she longed to sit down, but her bottom was way too tender to tolerate that hard chair. She stood on one foot, and then the other, and then tried to somehow find a comfortable position leaning on the chair.

Without asking her, Ed went into the kitchen and warmed up some tomato soup. He brought her a cup of soup and some crackers. After telling her to turn the chair around from the corner, he laid the food in the seat of the chair, and told her to get down on her knees so she could eat facing into the corner, using the chair as a table. She ate slowly, savoring the unexpected lunch and (not accidentally) maximizing the time off of her feet. She nibbled at the crackers, but finally she was done.

As Ed picked up the cup and spoon he told her “The afternoon punishments will be dedicated to punishing you for your truancy. For this reason, and to save your bottom for later, your next two punishments will be traditional school punishments that don’t involve your bottom; understand?” “Yes sir and thank you sir,” she replied. “Oh don’t thank me!” Ed corrected, “They will hurt like the dickens.”

“Just like before, I want you to be thinking about how important your education is to your future happiness. Remember, you don’t have to be a genius or even make the honor roll to make me happy, all I ask is an honest effort.”

“Daddy?” the girl asked unexpectedly, “What?” “Did you ever skip any classes?” Ed thought a moment; “Honestly, no; but you’re father did once…I…I mean your first father,” he clarified awkwardly.

“Did he get in trouble?” Karen asked.

“Oh yes” Ed remembered. Forgetting Karen’s punishment for a minute he told the story:

It had actually been only a half-day that Andy, (Ed’s younger brother and Karen’s future father) had skipped. It was a spur of the moment thing. There was a substitute teacher that day, and Andy had convinced himself that she would never miss one less student for the afternoon. He slipped out at lunch and enjoyed the afternoon in the woods, and slyly slipped in with the crowd of students walking home that afternoon. He arrived home at the usual time, as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately for him, his mother had already received a call from the school about his absence.

He only made it five feet inside the house before he ran into a buzz saw of an angry mother. After several loud minutes of angry questioning and lecturing, he was told to undress on the spot even though it was possible that his sisters would see him. Just before she raised a hand to the boy, she realized that she was way too mad to think about spanking anybody. So, buck naked, young Andy was sent to his bedroom to await the arrival of his father, and his father’s work belt.

Finally Mr. Collins (Karen’s grandfather) arrived home from work. There was the usual “calm before the storm” while the mother filled the father in on his son’s misbehavior, and then there was the usual pregnant moment while Mr. Collins stalked to his son’s bedroom. All the kids listened for the first fall of the belt, but were surprised to hear nothing. 20 minutes later, Mr. Collins finally walked out of the bedroom leaving his son unspanked. All the kids were shocked at this turn of events, and were totally mystified when Andy, wearing only underpants and looking very unhappy, showed up for supper. Their parent’s attitude did not encourage questions, so the other kids remained mystified as to what was happening to their brother. The finally decided that he must have somehow escaped a spanking and instead been sentenced to some type of restriction. Just before dessert, Andy was dismissed from the table and sent back to his room.

About an hour after supper, just as it was getting dark, the parents called all of the kids into the living room. Andy was waiting there, still wearing just his underpants. “OK, tell them what you did Andy,” ordered Mr. Collins. Andy told the whole story of his truancy, the story only occasionally interrupted by the boy’s sobs. “You see, Andy thought that he was smart enough to get away with it,” said Mr. Collins, “but kids have been trying this stuff since they invented kids, and it usually doesn’t work. Those teachers weren’t born yesterday and they have a pretty good system.”

“And then,” said Ed to Karen, “your grandfather told us the same things about school that I have been telling you, all about how important it is.” “Did my father get punished?” asked Karen. “Oh yes! He got punished,” said Ed. And continued the story:

At the end of his “talk”, Mr. Collins ordered Andy to tell his brothers and sisters what his punishment was going to be. “Right after this meeting I am going to get whipped with the belt and you are all going to hear me get it,” the boy sobbed. At that, Mr. Collins took his work belt from around his waist and handed it to the boy. “Take this to your bedroom, leave the door wide open, and get those underpants off,” the boy was ordered.

“And then,” Ed continued, “Mom and Dad told us all to stay right there in the living room until we were told we could leave. None of us dared moved a muscle! Both Mom and Dad went into that bedroom. I heard later that Dad made him bend over the bed and Mom held him there and we heard the worst whipping happen that we have ever heard. You could hear that belt snap against your father’s bottom all the way out in the living room and his screams were just pitiful! Usually dad’s whippings where actually kind of short, (though it didn’t seem like that if you were the person getting it) but this strapping seemed to go on forever. That was the last time that any of us kids skipped out on even one minute of class, and that was exactly why my parents did it the way they did. They wanted all of us to get that lesson, not just Andy”

Ed suddenly came back to his senses; he was supposed to be punishing Karen, not entertaining her with stories! “So we all learned a lesson that day, and today is the day for you to learn that same lesson; are you learning?” “Yes Daddy, I will never cut classes again, honest!” the girl said convincingly. “I hope so Karen,” Ed said “I hope so.” Getting back to business, Ed continued; “OK, it is time for you to get back to some serious corner time, and I need to go and do some preparation for your next punishment.” “Yes Daddy,” the girl said sadly, as she put her face back into the corner.

Ed went back into the kitchen and found some heavy scissors. He took them to his bedroom and rummaged through a drawer. He finally found a belt of the perfect dimensions. He experimentally slapped the tail of the belt against his own thigh and jumped at the results. This was a favorite old belt, and with genuine regret, he took the scissors and cut an 18-inch length off of the end. Ed had now made the best copy of a traditional school strap that he could manage on short notice.

He gave Karen another hour of corner time before he walked up behind her and ordered her to turn around. “It is now time for your next punishment,” he announced. She started to walk out of the corner but Ed stopped her; “No, we can do this right here,” he said. “Like I said, I have two traditional school punishments in mind for you, and we will do the first now. Hold out your right hand!” Karen looked at her father dumbly. “I said hold out your right hand,” he repeated, “I want it palm up.” Finally the girl complied. “OK, support it with your other hand.” “Like this?” Karen said. “Yes, that will do,” Ed said, now close your eyes tight.” Karen obeyed her father. Ed took the strap out of his pocket, made sure her eyes were still closed, gritted his teeth, and slapped his daughter’s palm hard with the strap. Karen screamed and shook her hand as if it were on fire.

“Now switch hands!” Ed ordered. Fearfully, the girl complied, staring at the short strap that Ed held in his hand. “Close your eyes tight.” Ed ordered again, “otherwise you are sure to flinch.” The instant her eyes shut, the strap snapped down, eliciting another scream and another dance that made her little breasts a study in motion. It took several minutes for Ed to complete his duty, but Karen endured five swats on each palm, and Ed had waited patiently as each one triggered its own version of the same dance. “OK, that is over now Honey” he finally said, “I know that was hard for you, but you did good. Turn back around now, you have some more corner time to do.” Still crying from her stinging hands, the girl obeyed.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon when Ed decided it was time for her next punishment. He had pictured what this punishment would look like in his mind, and decided that it would result in just a bit just a bit too much exposure, even for an already naked girl. He went into the kitchen where her clothes were still laying on the floor and retrieved Karen’s panties.

Soon Karen jumped at the sound of her father’s voice behind her, “It is time for your next punishment Karen, I need you to put these panties on first.” With her face a question mark, Karen donned her panties, making a face as she pulled them over her tender bottom. Ed pulled the chair away from the corner. “I know it will hurt your bottom, but I need you to sit on the edge of the chair.” Wincing, Karen obeyed, looking up at her father with new tears in her eyes. Ed explained Karen’s next punishment to her, “This is another old school punishment I read about somewhere, I think it came from England and was usually used on boys. It was a handy punishment because the boys only wore short pants to school.” Karen looked at her father with big eyes. “Now I need you to spread your thighs wide, as wide as you can.” Karen obeyed as best as she could, the effort causing a new wave of pain from her tender bottom. She could see immediately that her father had done her a small kindness by letting her have her panties to hide her wide-open sex. The next thing that Karen knew, her father was holding that same wicked little strap that he had used on her hands earlier. Ed moved off to her right side and raised the strap high.

For the second time that day, Karen’s right inner thigh exploded in impossible pain, only this time, much worse than before. Karen screamed and writhed on the chair, not even noticing the new pain to her bottom that her violent movements had caused. Somehow, the girl had managed to keep her thighs open after that first blow, so the strap fell again. This time, of their own volition, her thighs snapped protectively shut. Speaking in a very gentle tone of voice, Ed explained, “You get five on each side for this part of your thigh spanking; we can get it over quickly, or you can draw it out by closing your thighs. For your sake, I hope it is quick.” With a groan, the girl opened up again and Ed immediately gave her stroke three. She squirmed and howled, but managed to stay open for the next but then they slammed shut again. “One more and we are done on this side, I need you to open up so we can finish,” Ed urged. Finally the right side was done, and Ed moved to the left side of the blubbering girl to complete that portion of the punishment. It took a bit longer, but Ed managed to lay the required five stripes on Karen’s left inner thigh. Once she flinched so badly that Ed had to repeat the stroke.

Her inner thighs done, Ed prepared the girl for the next part: “Close your legs tight and lean back in the chair.” Watching that little strap like it was a rattlesnake; Karen obeyed her father, ignoring the pain in her bottom as she leaned as far back in the chair as possible. “Now reach down and grab the chair and hold on tight.” The girl did her best, gripping so hard that her knuckles turned white. By know, she had already figured out Ed’s next move and her quiet sobs turned to loud blubbering.

Ed stepped directly in front of Karen, raised the strap high and brought it down on her left thigh. As Karen screamed and writhed, Ed alternated thighs until there were five livid marks on each side. Then he dropped the strap and comforted the thoroughly distraught girl with a long hug. Finally he released the sobbing girl and placed her chair back in the corner. “OK honey,” he said, “back in the corner with you. There is just one more punishment ahead of you, and I will be back to explain that in a while.”

After another hour of corner time Ed returned to place a clock next to Karen’s water glass where she could see it by just turning her head. It said 5:32 PM. “OK, I have told you and demonstrated to you, what will happen if you ever lie to me again, now it is time to do the same for any future truancy. The girl solemnly nodded her understanding. “If you ever cut classes again, you will get that school strap on your hands and thighs just like today,” The girl nodded again, but her eyes grew wide when he continued, “…and you will present me with your hairbrush and go over my lap for a long, hard “Type 3” spanking…just like today.

The girl instantly understood Ed’s plans for her and, for the first time that day, protested. “No Daddy, please no! My bottom hurts too much to take the hairbrush.” Ed calmly explained reality to the distraught girl. “If you wanted your hairbrush spanking to be on a fresh bottom, you could have told me the truth the first time you skipped school and we would have been all done in just a few minutes, or you could have asked me for the four separate ‘Type 3’ spankings a week apart as we discussed; but this is a different deal, this is a ‘punishment day’.” Glumly, the girl agreed. “OK Daddy, I suppose so.” He mollified the girl a bit by explaining that except for a general redness and a few painful welts from the heavier switches, her bottom was quite unmarked, and purposely so. “Your spanking will hurt like hell on that tender bottom, but you won’t be injured except for the paddle marks you would normally expect from that type of a spanking.” Looking at the floor, the girl unenthusiastically mumbled her understanding.

“Here is how the rest of the day will go,” Ed said, “anytime between 6 PM and bedtime you may ask me for a long, hard hairbrush spanking to remind you to never skip school again. I will then tell you to go up to your room and get ready. Be sure to use the bathroom if you can, get rid of those panties, and get your hairbrush for me; understand?” “Yes daddy” “OK Honey, after that you will wait for me up in your room. When your spanking is over, you will go to bed and stay there for the night; understand?” “And that will be the end of my ‘punishment day’?” She asked hopefully. “Yes Karen, then you go back to being my ‘good girl’, and our lives go back to normal. For the first time since yesterday, the girl smiled just a bit.

6 PM came and went; Karen now had the option of ending her “punishment day” at any time by simply requesting her final spanking. Ed would not force the issue until bedtime. Ed understood her dilemma well, because he had purposely crafted it. Karen could opt for the spanking right away, which would take a certain amount of courage (though 6 PM was a bit early to go to bed for the night), or she could do the human thing and put off the misery of her spanking until bedtime, which would have the small advantage of giving her bottom a bit more time to recover from her earlier punishments, but with the disadvantage of extra uncomfortable corner time. Ed just sat back to see; what was she going to do?

As it turned out, Karen compromised. She stayed in her corner frozen in indecision until almost 7 PM, when a trip to the bathroom became necessary (Ed had been faithfully keeping her water glass full). As she used the toilet and washed, her stomach felt like it was full of butterflies. She wondered to herself; would she have enough courage to bring her “punishment day” to an end? As she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Ed watching from a living room chair. Had she not seen him, she probably would have crept back to the safety of her corner, but she managed to croak out “Daddy?” before she could stop herself.

“Yes Honey?” Ed said curiously. “I…I…I think I am ready now Daddy,” the girl managed to say. Ed crooked a finger at her in summons. With her innards roiling, she walked past her corner haven to stand in front of her father. “You need to do much better than that; what did I tell you to say?” The girl scrunched up her face and thought just a moment; she wanted to get it right. “Please give me a long, hard, hairbrush spanking to remind me never to skip school again,” she recited. “That is better,” said Ed.” He opened his arms and allowed the girl in for a long hug. “I really love you Kiddo,” he murmured. “I love you too Daddy” she croaked.

Gently gripping her shoulders and holding his darling at arm’s length Ed finally said “Go upstairs and get yourself ready, I will be up presently.”

Knowing that the waiting would be almost as memorable as the spanking itself, Ed made the girl stew for a full 30 minutes before he even started his preparations. Finally, he went into the kitchen and prepared two large icepacks. Wrapping them in a towel, he found a bottle of a soothing antiseptic skin cream, carried everything upstairs and laid it in the hall bathroom for later use. Back downstairs; he gathered the three used switches and the small “school” strap. Finally, he walked into Karen’s room and found her sitting naked on her bed, the hairbrush in her lap.

On seeing the strap and the switches in her father’s hand, Karen visibly flinched and drew back. “Oh no,” Ed said, “I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression; we are done with this stuff.” Karen looked visibly relieved. “Which drawer do you keep your spanking brush in? Ed asked. “The…the upper right one,” the girl answered. “Well, this little strap is going to live there with your spanking brush where it can keep you reminded not to skip school; but it is only for truancy and we should never need it again…right?” “Right Daddy, I promise!”

“Good, that is really good Honey,” he said, “I hope it never sees the light of day again.” Holding up the three switches, he explained, “These will soon dry out and be useless for spanking, but I would like you to keep them somewhere in your room where you can see them once in a while. They will serve as a ‘visual aid’ to remind you to never lie to your father again. They won’t fit in that drawer, but perhaps you can put them in a corner of your closet.” “Yes Daddy” Karen said.

“Are you ready to finish your ‘punishment day’ now Honey?” he asked kindly. “Yes Daddy” the girl replied in a tiny voice. Ed swallowed hard and finally said, “OK, stand up and let’s get your spanking over with so you can be my good girl again.”

With obvious trepidation, the girl stood and handed the hairbrush to her father, who took her place sitting at the edge of the bed. He placed the hairbrush next to him on the bed. Without being told, Karen bent over her father’s lap at a slight angle, her legs dangling, but her torso supported on the bed. Ed’s lap felt the pressure and the warmth of his precious girl, finally ready for her final punishment of the day, the punishment that officially would make her his “good girl” again. Automatically, Ed reached a protective hand around her tiny waist and pulled her in close. He reached out and pulled a pillow to his already sobbing daughter, who gratefully buried her face and wrapped her arms around it.

Ed looked down at the perfectly formed but obviously tender bottom that he must spank and almost started to weaken, but then he realized that doing anything less than what the girl expected him to do would weaken his authority forever. With a new resolve he raised his right hand and started his sad job.

The spanking started out as a carbon copy of the “warm-up” spanking that Karen had endured that morning just after breakfast. Using just his hand and starting off with little more than “love pats” but relentlessly “turning up the volume” until he was delivering a serious punishment, Ed systematically reawakened every nerve ending in Karen’s tush and upper legs. By the time he was done with that part, Karen’s bottom was bouncing, her feet were drumming on the floor and she was howling piteously into her pillow.

Now it was time to finish the job, and once Ed got started with that hairbrush, it was all over in a mere two minutes. Ed picked up the hairbrush, gritted his teeth, and slammed it into Karen’s already livid bottom. Karen was far too spent to give him any real opposition, save a half-hearted attempt to reach back and cover her bottom, an attempt Ed easily foiled by simply grabbing her wrist and tucking it in the small of her back. He covered every inch of her bottom at least once, and then started over again with the extra hard “bruisers” all over her bottom that made it what Karen thought of as a “Type 3” spanking.

His job done, he laid down the hairbrush and watched the well-spanked girl continue to cry as if she were still being spanked. Finally she calmed down a bit and looked back anxiously; “It’s all over Honey,” Ed said gently, “Your ‘punishment day’ is over and you are my good girl now.” Stiffly, Karen got up off of her father’s lap, crawled up on the bed, and threw her arms around her father for a long cleansing cry.

When she finally calmed down a bit, Ed laid her facedown on her bed and spent the next 30 minutes nursing his daughter. He put an ice pack on each nether cheek, and occasionally moved them around to treat the entire area. Finally, while the cheeks were still numbed by the cold, he gently rubbed in the soothing cream.

He covered her with a single silk sheet, turned out the lights and, still fully clothed, laid next to her on the bed so he could rub her back and reassure her that she was loved and wanted. She finally drifted off to sleep, and inadvertently so did Ed. The “punishment day” had been physically and mentally exhausting for both of them. It was midnight when Ed woke, realized where he was, and tiptoed out of the room, his fatherly duties finally done for the day.

Copyright: Guyspencer 2006

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