Chapter 6

“You learned about the restrictions. I hope you young ladies understand how we felt: the severity of your actions required a restriction that was just as severe in response. You want to be naked and ruin all of your clothes? Okay, you are going to be naked. It will be in our terms, though, and not yours. This is the tough love that you need. We’d love to have been lenient, but given everything we have seen and heard, that ship has sailed. We can’t just overlook any of this.”

That was understandable, and I didn’t fault my father when he summarized what he thought about the restriction.

Holly continued, “I am going to teach you how to cook and clean properly, the way that I want. We are taking everything away, but things will still be here for you when you learn to behave. You have to earn them back, and to do that, you have to show us that you want to be treated with respect. As far as I am concerned, you have treated us with NO respect by damaging our appliances, your clothes, and your reputations and behaving in a repugnant manner.”

Dad resumed, “We may alter the rules if we see that some aren’t working, but this is your life until January 1st. You will be on restriction until the new year, when we work on the new you. We’ll press your reset button this month. Next month, we’ll start fresh.

“I want you to know that I’d LOVE to just wipe the slate clean and forget all about this little detour we have to take. I don’t think we will, though. I think we will continue to distrust you for a little while, so the door may stay off for a little longer after January 1st. I want you to understand that before I tell you why we are also going to punish you,” Dad concluded.

He waited for us to say something. I think he thought we would fall to our knees and beg for mercy, but we had no idea what was awaiting us.

The leather strap in Holly’s hand was old and black as molasses. Years of use had clearly weathered it, darkened to a shade of mahogany by oil and sweat. Its surface bore the marks of time, scars of discipline etched deep into its hide, each crease and fold testified to countless uses. I only came to know these things because the strap and I were about to become intimately acquainted.

At the time, it looked like a relatively harmless, simple belt loop made of old leather. It was heavier than it seemed, and Holly gripped it in one hand and slowly slapped her empty palm lightly as she waited for my father to finish speaking. I suspected her twelve-inch strip of worn leather was the infamous “strap” my mom had alluded to earlier.

“I have never in my life spanked one of you, and I never intended to do so, but you have forced our hands. Your mother is going to give you each twenty-five across your butts, and I am going to give you another twenty-five when that is over. You will be expected to count each one, keeping your hands to your sides and away from your bottoms. You aren’t to fight, resist, or claw at us, and if you do, we’ll begin again.”

Dad was somber, and he wasn’t joking around at all. This was serious business, and there was no levity to be had. He said that he would start with me, Holly would begin with Joy, and then we would switch.

“After you receive your first twenty-five, you will not be permitted to touch your bottoms. The pain will be smart and stingy, and you will want to do so. I assure you that it will subside, and that you may feel it tomorrow. We don’t want to hurt you, but we feel that the pain will be a good reminder of the trouble you are in. You can’t just cook and clean your way out of this. You are going to draw back a sting.”

I was already imagining what this was going to be like.

You will keep your hands behind your heads and wait when we finish, and I will call on you one at a time, ask you some questions, and ask you to admit what you did wrong. I am going to call this an affirmation because confession is the wrong word. It is much more than an admission, and you seem unwilling or incapable of explaining how you got some of the things you have, so it won’t be a full confession anyway. I want you to affirm for me that you know you did something wrong, you accept responsibility, and you accept this consequence.”

Dad was in no joking mood. He spoke ominously, slowing his words at times and being very deliberate in his choices.

“I want you to remember everything from today and this past week and tell the truth. You will then apologize to those people you may have hurt or impugned, and ask for twenty-five more. We’ll switch off and repeat the process, and we may ask more questions when that is over.”

FIFTY SWATS ON THE ASS? I tried to hide the absolute look of terror and stop imagining the pain because I was already feeling it.

“I can’t believe that I have to ask this question, but given what was written on Joy’s panties today, do you think that either of you will enjoy this experience?”

“NO!” We answered in unison.

“Have you ever been spanked? Answer me honestly.”

We both said we hadn’t.

“Joy, tell me, why would you buy a pair of panties that specifically asked for a spanking if you didn’t expect someone to read what was on your bottom and give it to you?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. I didn’t buy it, and I know you don’t believe us, but I didn’t know that that was written on the back when I put them on.”

“It magically appeared, but you thought to strip off and throw it in the snow when we pulled up so we wouldn’t see it? It sounds like you knew what you were doing and that it was wrong.”

“I have no excuse, Daddy,” my sister almost sounded like she was speaking in baby talk, which probably didn’t help her case. Dad didn’t seem amused.

“Given what is written on your panties and what we found in the laundry machine, I assume that you used that on yourself, Mary?” Dad asked.

“Used what?”

“Please don’t make me say it in front of Ethan and Nick; just tell me yes, or no?”

“I really don’t know what any of those things were, but like my sister, I guess I have no excuse. I will not say I did it just to lessen my punishment.”

“One thing that I want you both to understand is that the reason these are administered on the bottom is that it is the fleshiest part of the body. We aren’t trying to inflict maximum pain. We are trying to apply enough to be a reminder that you are both in trouble, and you can’t just clean floors and shovel your snow your way out of this. You will have to sacrifice and endure a little pain, and this will be embarrassing as well. I know that. It would be for me, too.”

“This strap has been in my family for generations,” Holly said as she slapped her palm softly and slowly. “I never had cause to use it because Ethan is a good boy, but he knows I would if he wasn’t, and that’s been more than enough to keep him in line. I am hoping after we do this one time, you will as well.”

“Ethan and Nick,” my dad addressed the boys on the couch, who had all but made popcorn and prepared themselves for the show. “You can go to your room if you do not want to watch this part. You are also free to stay, but ONLY as a lesson in consequences and to understand that we take what the girls did very seriously. You may see tears and pink bottoms, and they may even address you when they have to give their affirmations.”

They were clearly staying, but they didn’t appear to be laughing or excited about our imminent spanking.

“This is my first time doing anything like this, I am hoping it is my last, but this is an exercise we may repeat should you continue with your behavior and fail to learn the lesson the first time.”

Dad directed me to get over his lap on the chair, and Mom did the same to Joy. I had to drape my body over my father’s knee, presenting my bare bottom and smashing my face into the leg of his uniform trousers. It was the most awkward and humiliating thing I had done up until this point, and I had done a lot of things today.

Joy, on the other hand, saddled herself across her mother’s lap, but with such big tits, she was having a hard time adjusting herself and waddled her body until her top-heavy half nearly fell off, sticking her rump straight up.

“No, come around to the other side of me. Don’t face your bottom hole in the boy’s direction. They’ve already seen it, I am sure, but let’s not present it to them!” Holly gave a gentle smack to Joy’s ass to emphasize she should come around to the other side.

“You seem to be as proud of your bottom hole as you are of your breasts?” Holly asked as my sister executed the same awkward crawl-waddle across her knee. Now, I could see it from where I was in my father’s lap. My sister’s anus was surprisingly large in diameter, like her areolas.

“No, Ma’am!”

“You are going to have a rosy pink behind by the time I am done with you; stop your wiggling like a stuck pig and settle down,” Holly insisted. Once my sister was in place, Holly began to spank her with the strap, and I heard the wicked sound of the old leather against her tender flesh. The sound that it made me cringe, and I felt for her.

Joy cried out and kicked her back feet. My Mom forced Joy to stop kicking and just take it, she started over because Joy didn’t count out loud each of the twenty-five.

My dad hadn’t started on my punishment yet. The fact that he was waiting made it even worse for me, anticipating something I knew was going to hurt. He rubbed my butt a few times like he was thinking this over. He intended to use the palm of his hand. I could feel the callouses from the work he did in Kabetogama State Park.

As I lay over my father’s lap, feeling the cool air on my bare bottom, the gravity of the situation began to sink in. I couldn’t believe I was here, about to be spanked like a naughty child. My shame and humiliation were compounded by the knowledge that my brothers were watching. Tears already began to well up in my eyes, anticipating the horrible feeling of my father’s wrath.

The thought of my father seeing my private areas so closely as I lay across his lap was something I didn’t want to dwell on. Yet, the more I observed my little sister squirming and moving, the more I became aware that he had a perfect view down into me from where he sat. And maybe that was the reason for his hesitance.

“Sam, don’t let her manipulate you into feeling sorry for her; just go ahead and do it the way that I showed you,” Holly said.

Did they practice beforehand? On each other?

Dad brought his mighty hand down on my bare ass, and at the last second, he flicked his wrist, and I felt the flat of his palm reverberate from my butt to my ribs, collarbones, and spine everywhere. The sound was fearsome, but strangely, the pain was minimal.

“One!”

He did it again; this time, it was more of a slap that made my left butt cheek jiggle, and again, I felt almost nothing despite the intimidating sound.

Each ass-slap reverberated through, and some stung, but it was mostly the sudden crack of his hand followed by the force of the downswing causing my ass to jiggle that caused me to quiver.

Meanwhile, I could hear my sister’s torment through her agonized cries. I could hear the swish of Holly’s old leather strap before it cracked loudly across her backside. “Woof!” she yelled and then counted sixteen. My father had barely started on me.

I wondered if I would feel the same anguish by then.

I could only half glance at Ethan and Nick between swats. The more I looked at them, the more I felt I was giving them the satisfaction of seeing me suffer due to the cruel tricks they played on us. They didn’t laugh or gloat; they merely folded their arms and watched our spanking passively.

I was around twelve by the time my sister reached twenty-two. She slipped and fell face forward onto the carpet and onto her back. “Stop wriggling and sliding around! Get back up here!” Holly demanded while pointing her finger.

My sister instinctively brought her hands to her red ass cheeks and ran around to the other side of our mother so she could get mounted across Holly’s lap again. “Get your hands away from your butt, little girl!”

“I was just trying to keep my back hole from being viewed, Ma’am!” Joy pouted, tears in her eyes as she lay across the lap and prepared for her final swats.

“You will do no such thing. Just keep your legs closed, and don’t touch yourself!” Holly forced my sister’s arms to her side and adjusted her so she could get enough leverage to begin again. I was thankful they didn’t start over.

I almost lost count of my own spankings. I simply felt no pain or discomfort even though I felt his hand come down on my bottom. It was undoubtedly embarrassing to be spanked on your bare ass by your father in front of the rest of your family. I would never call the spanking pleasant. I felt the impact but not the stinging pain I was supposed to feel. I could feel the whoosh of air when Dad’s hand connected with my warm ass.

It was almost like taking a pillow and pounding it against your body, except slightly more forceful. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to feel this way, or if maybe I was supposed to cry out in anguish like my sister did.

From where I was, I could see right into my sister’s pussy and her rounded asshole; she was dripping wet on my mom’s legs, and there was probably nothing she could do about that either. I had never looked into my sister’s pussy before. It was strange seeing her labia from this angle—like two fat cheeks.

Joy’s ass was sizzling, and she was struggling like a stuck pig trying to get away before she was barbecued.

We were told our asses would be rosy, pink, but my sister’s ass was bright red! I looked over my shoulder at my own butt and noticed it was barely pink.

“Twenty-five!” I said.

“Okay, I hope you learned your lesson.”

Dad shifted and helped me off his lap. I was fine. I had survived it without much problem.

“Hands behind your head, interlace your fingers,” Holly demanded that I stand facing her like that. Then she finished with my sister’s punishment—twenty-five with the strap.

“Stand up now,” she instructed Joy.

She stood shakily, sucking in breaths through gritted teeth, trying to quell the unbearable pain radiating from her ass and legs. Just watching her nose run and tears welling up in her eyes frightened me. My sister joined me and stood with her hands behind her head.

“Turn around so we can look at your bottoms, but keep your hands where they are,” Holly instructed. I felt like I was being inspected as I turned slowly so my parents could look at me from where they sat a few feet away.