Chapter 1

“Mom, I think you should know what Sherri is doing after we are sent to bed each night.”

“What’s your little sister up to now?”

“Once she thinks I’m sleeping, she starts rubbing her, you know, girl parts. She can be a little noisy, and it makes me feel very awkward.”

Despite being teenagers, Sherri and Sandy still shared the same bedroom.

“I need to discuss this with your father. We will decide how to handle it. Thank you for telling me.”

It was usually Sherri who tattled on her big sister. Sandy was looking forward to turning the tables for a change.

Her parents waited about 20 minutes after the girls were sent to bed. They carefully snuck upstairs and into the girls’ room. They could hear the movement under the sheets and the soft moans that Sherri was making. They turned on the light and caught Sherri with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

“Sherri Lynn! I am shocked at what I’m seeing. Your father and I are very disappointed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You know how sinful that is. It will rot your mind and ruin your health. No man is going to want to marry a woman with a sick perversion.”

“I know. But it pulls at me like an itch that you just can’t reach.”

“It’s becoming an addiction already. What did I do to deserve such an evil child?”

“I’m sure our daughter isn’t hopelessly ruined. But she will need some firm discipline if we hope to turn her around from this debauchery. I’m thinking 25 lashes with the shaving strop.”

Sandy felt a twinge of guilt. Dad had only used the strop on her older brothers. She couldn’t remember either brother getting more than 12. Her sister was about to get double that.

Mom handled most of the discipline. She spanked wherever she was, and if others were around, they saw it. Dad, on the other hand, believed that spankings should be a deterrent for the whole family. He gathered everyone in the living room for a spanking, and tonight would be no different.

“Undress here and wait for everyone in the living room. Sandy, quit pretending you are still asleep and go downstairs with your sister.” Sherri had her bare bottom spanked in front of her brothers on a regular basis, but she hadn’t been completely naked in front of them since before she had started developing. Not that she had much. She was the last girl in her grade to start growing hair and was even further behind in breast development. Even now, most of her breast size was due to her large, puffy nipples.

“Paul, bring the kitchen stool into the living room.”

Paul was living at home while he attended college. He had witnessed his sisters’ naked bottoms being spanked for as long as he could remember. He could recall when he first noticed being aroused. He was old enough to know that being aroused by a sister was shameful. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t looking forward to how his youngest sister would look bent over the stool.

“Jeff, fetch two belts from my closet. I can’t expect her to remain still for this punishment. Securing her legs will help.”

Jeff was a Senior in high school. He enjoyed sharing stories of his sisters’ punishments with his friends at school. He suspected that they wouldn’t believe this story.

“Sherri, confess to the family why you are being disciplined tonight.”

“I have been masturbating frequently. Thankfully, I was caught in the act and will receive the godly discipline I need to return to a moral life. Dad will provide 25 swats with the razor strop.”

Jeff and Paul gasped at the number she was receiving.

“Kneel behind the stool and bend over it. Your brothers will secure your legs to the stool.”

This position spread Sherri’s knees and bent her torso forward. Her thin butt was the highest part of her body, and her pussy was in plain sight between her skinny, spread thighs. Her pussy was still slightly swelled from her earlier self-attention.

The first strike of the strop was loud and painful. Sherri wondered how she could possibly endure 24 more swats. The second strike was even worse. Sherri’s siblings could see the dark red marks already developing.

Her Dad’s pace was neither rushed nor overly prolonged. He paused between each stroke to assess the damage and decide on the placement of the next one. After six swats on Sherri’s sit area, the next one landed on her upper thigh. This was even more painful. Sherri bolted upright to a kneeling position.

“I should give you two extra swats for not staying in position, but I will show you mercy tonight. Jeff, fetch another belt and tie her back so she can’t move.”

The next swat after the pause hurt even worse. Her Dad applied eight more swats on the back of her thighs. Sherri’s thighs were dark red, starting about 4” above her knees. Several darker, thicker welts appeared where strokes had overlapped. There were 9 strokes left, but Sherri’s butt and thighs were already covered.

The 17th stroke landed on her well-spanked butt. The burning felt like it had doubled. The 18th stroke was similar. Sherri was praying that this punishment would end soon. She promised herself and God that she would never touch herself again if this punishment would just end. Her Dad switched to a backhanded stance. This didn’t diminish the power of the next stroke. It did lead to the strokes interweaving in a new angle. Lines began forming wide V-shaped welts. The skin broke at two of the intersecting points. The rest of the welts would stay with her for some time.

“Jeff, please unstrap your sister. Sandy, get the salve and gently rub it on your sister’s welts. You can stay in this position instead of the usual corner time.”

Corner time is usually one minute for each swat. This was greatly reduced for Sherri this time. Not long after her sister was done applying the salve, her Dad asked Paul to carry her to bed, concerned that she may not be able to walk on her own.

While Sherri was at school the next day, her Dad installed a hidden baby monitor in the attic. He and her mother would know if she relapsed.

For the next five days, Sherri was too sore and scared to consider playing with herself. Her period started on the fifth day, delaying her interest even longer. By day 10, she was craving the pleasure of touching herself. She waited until an evening when her Dad and brother-in-law were working with power tools in the basement, counting on their noise and attention to keep her activity hidden. It didn’t. Mom and Dad caught Sherri in the act again.

“I guess you didn’t learn your lesson. Get undressed and wait downstairs while your Mom and I discuss the next steps.”

“Is it worth seeing if Ted has any ideas? He has two little sisters, and his parents might have addressed this same problem with them.”

“Good idea. He might also have some ideas from church members who have brought a problem daughter to the elders.”

Ted joined the rest of the family in the living room, where Sherri was standing naked.

“Sherri, please explain to Ted why you need to be punished and what we have tried before.”

“I have a very weak moral character. I can’t stop masturbating. I promised myself that I would, but I failed. The last time, Dad gave me 25 hard swats with the razor strop. I thought for sure that would be enough, but it only helped for about 5 days. The bruises on my bottom had barely faded. I’m scared that I’ll never be a Christian woman. But I’m also scared that I can’t hold up to the discipline needed to help me become a godly woman.”

“Ted, do you have any experience with a situation like this?”

“We’ve had this issue brought to the elders before. The deeper this sin has taken root in her character, the more severe the measures that need to be taken. Often, it can be addressed at home; although we have a few cases where it has been necessary for the elders to intervene and provide the discipline.”

“Should we take her to the elders?”

“You might have to since her sinful urges seem to run deep. But there are a few things we can try as a family first.”

“Such as?”

“This can be a symptom of growing up too fast. So the first step is to make sure she feels like a little girl rather than a grown woman. Even though she doesn’t have a lot of pubic hair, she should be shaved bare.’

Sherri was mortified. She hated that she was developing so much slower than her classmates. This would make the locker room an even worse nightmare.

‘If that still doesn’t work, next time, you should start dressing her to look younger as well. Another effective strategy is to apply part, or all, of the spanking directly where she is touching. I’d suggest five swats this time. If her problem persists, increase the spanking there.’

‘Sherri lay down on the table and scoot your butt over the edge. Paul, get a basin of hot water, the shaving cream, and a fresh razor.’

Sherri’s mom pulled her dad aside while Paul was gathering the shaving materials.