(This is part of group of true stories, taking place throughout my life, childhood to present day. Like all others in this series, these punishment spankings took place as written here. This particular story takes place the early summer after Barbara and her two boys had moved in with me. Please read story "R" first.)
Mike and Tim during the course of their first school year with me had begun to get their act together. About once every 2-3 weeks they wound up over my knee, stripped to their briefs for a hand spanking, because they had accumulated excess demerits, calling for a spanking. With their progress in school and doing their assigned home chores, I had even lessened the intensity and severity of these demerit spankings, as they turned 13. Then their world, Barbara's and mine were turned upside down.
Barbara's sister and her husband were going thru a very ugy divorce. Her sister had a 14 year old girl from her first marriage, Jill, and her second husband had adopted Jill. Husband #2 split, leaving the area and Barbara's sister homeless. Barbara's mother took her sister in, and we took in Jill right after school let out. Jill had previously spent a couple of weekends with us, but this little hellion was a total brat. Within her first week, she got three hand spankings on her panites, caused by her insolent attitude and mouth, each one harder than the last. Mike and Tim were flabbergasted at the sight of their mouthy cousin over my knee, her thin white panties turning pink under the onslaught of my hand. Her second week she got one, and the third week none as she began to see that her male cousins conduct was not creating the negatives of her conduct. Then just before the 4th of July, they all pulled a real stupid stunt.
I had been out of town on a business trip, and Barabara had taken a week's vacation over the 4th holiday. I came back from my trip a day early, discovering a note on the refrigerator door, telling the kids that she had gone to the store in town for some dinner items and not to leave the pool area. I had built a swimming pool that was perfect for keeping the kids entertained. My next door neighbor Dave had horses that he let the kids ride in exchange for barn chores. I stuck my head out the back patio door and saw no kids by the pool. I saw Dave and asked him if he had seen the kids. No kids. I went back out to the car and to get the rest of my luggage, and saw our family dog being tugged back into the barn across the street.
There was an old estate across the road from my place, comprising a section of very valuable real estate, because it backed up to the new industrial park airport. It had been tied up in probate court for years, as the heirs fought over the land. At one time, the place had been a real show home. The house hadn't been lived in for over 5 years, and no one bothered to rent the extensive farm fields from the estate, so the barns & home were in disrepair. Mike & Tim had been warned, under the threat of permanent painful injury to their bare butts, to never go on the property, much less the buildings. The same threat had been given to Jill.
From the sound of the dog's barking inside the barn, I could imagine the pure teenager panic going on over there. Dave looked at me and grinned, and went back to his yard chores. I took the luggage back into the house and got the paddle and headed across the street to the sound of the barking dog. Dave hollered out and asked if I needed any help. I laughed and waved the paddle at him. When I got inside the barn, it was worse than I had thought.
Not only were the kids inside the barn....they had been smoking! The smell of Winston's hung in the hot, musty air, as three teenagers had pure panic on their pale faces. (Evidently Winston's didn't agree with novice 13-14 year old smoker wanna-bes. I made a mental note to paddle Barbara for not keeping the _d_a_m_n_ coffin nails out of their reach.] All three were dressed the same way, denim cutoff shorts, t-shirts, white socks and sneakers.
"OK boys & girl, any lame brain excuses that will keep me from paddling your butts purple?", I shouted. "Make it good, real good.", as I slapped the paddle against my thigh. Even Jill looked scared _s_h_i_t_less. I am sure the boys had informed her on my journey across the road what that paddle could do.
Not a sound, but alot of squirming and fidgeting. All three kept looking at each other, wondering who would speak first. It was obvious that someone wanted to create a story that would save their butts. It was just as obvious that their young teen age minds were on temporary writer's block. The boys stuck their hands in their pockets and shuffled their feet. Jill simply glared at me, clenching and unclenching her fists....knowing full well her butt was going to get cooked.
"OK, you know what the warning has been, so let's get this over with. Two spankings kids. First one for disobeying me and coming over here. Second one for smoking in a 'Class A' fire hazard, putting the entire neighborhood at risk. Take off your shorts and t-shirts. NOW!", I commanded loud enough for Dave to hear me, over 50 yards away
The boys quickly stripped to their white cotton, size 14 boys briefs and sneakers, already beginning to sniffle and mumble. Jill started pleading and begging with me as she pulled off her clothes much slower. But within a minute of the boys, she stood there in her white bra and white nylon hip hugger, size 4 womens panties and sneakers. All three were fiddling with the leg openings of their underpants, waiting for the fire in their butts to start.
"Jill, I am going to put the blame for creating this scene on your head. Mike and Tim would not have had the guts to pull this stunt without your able assistance and guidance. Therefore you get to start. Bring me that stool here right now!", I again shouted loud enough for Dave to hear it. Jill grabbed a 30" tall stool from the corner of the barn, and brought it over to me. I sat down on the stool, putting my feet on the lowest rung, creating a perfect horizontal lap with my thighs, about 3' off the barn floor.
"Jill, I am going to start with my hand. You my dear have to hold onto the paddle with both hands during this first phase of your first spanking. If you drop the paddle, one of your cousins will hand it to me for immediate use." I gave her the paddle. "Now, you must jump up alittle bit to get up on my lap. DO IT NOW!", I screamed.
Jill hesitated a minute and then did just as she was told. I grabbed her waist to help her across my lap. Her nylon covered hips were on top off my right thigh, legs dangling down, not able to touch the floor. Her cotton bra was just over my left thigh, hands holding the paddle about 12" off the floor. I smoothed out her thin panites and began.
Over the next several minutes I slowly, with lots of lecturing gave her 30 hand swats on her panties. Halfway thru the spanking, her legs started kicking and she started screaming for me to stop, etc. When it was done, I ordered her to give the paddle to Mike and to keep her hands on top of her head. She did, as she stood their sobbing and fidgeting her legs, trying to quiet the fire in her butt.
Then Mike assumed the same position. His white briefs creased into his ass, forming a tight double skin layer of cotton. He got the same 30, with some swats landing on his upper thighs, really sending his legs kicking. When he got off, he too handed the paddle to his brother and assumed the same hands on head position as his cousin, blubbering and sniffling.
Tim started begging for me not to spank him as I had to physically lift him up onto my lap. To teach him a lesson and send a warning to his brother and cousin, I pulled down his briefs, bunching them just below his ass cheeks. He really started begging then, but that quickly changed to screams as I gave him the hardest of the three hand spankings....all on his bare. When I was finished, I warned all three of them to do just as I say during the rest of the spankings, unless they wanted it worse. I pulled up Tim's briefs. He hopped down and gave me the paddle, and assumed his hands on head next to his cousin.
I told Jill to resume her position over my lap. She was openly crying and begging as she hopped back onto my lap. Her white panties were slightly pink from the red skin underneath, as I tapped the paddle against the stretched nylon. She groaned, anticipating the worse.
"Mike, grad a wrist with each hand, and don't let her fall off, or let her hands loose. If you don't, you get extra on the bare. DO IT!", I barked and he quickly complied.
"CRACK!" "Oh No, Please No. No. No. NNNOOO!", Jill cried out, as my first paddle swat caught her lower ass cheeks, just barely protected by her panties. Slowly, but carefully I made sure that her every inch of her panties got paddled. I stopped at 20, as she was screaming and kicking. She got off my lap under severe warning to keep her hands on top of her head. She literally danced a jig, trying to stamp out the fire in her panty covered butt.
Mike assumed his position. I smoothed out the seat of his underpants, so that it gave his pink buns maximum protection. Tim grabbed his wrists.
"CRACK" "Oh God Jason, NNNOOO, please NNOO!", begged loudly as his legs kicked straight back. He too got 20 swats, slowly covering his cotton covered buns, his screaming and kicking even louder and more antimated than Jill's. He got off my lap and put his hands on top his head and ran around us several times, crying and hopping....trying to put the fire out of his butt.
Tim quickly got on my lap, not wanting to get paddled on the bare. His underpants got smoothed out as Jill grabbed his wrists.
"WHACK" "OOWWEE", Tim screamed as he broke down into immediate sobbing and begging. His 20 swats caused even more antimation, as Jill almost lost control of his wrists. At the end of his spanking, I kept him on my lap, with Jill holding onto his wrists as I told them what was to follow.
"Guys when you go back over my lap for the completion of your first punishment spanking for coming over here, it is going to be on the bare. After that, your are going to pick up all your cigarette butts, ashes and matches, so that I can't see any evidence that you ever smoked in this barn. Then I will give you your second spanking for smoking.", I said very intently. This news brought all kinds of "we learned our lesson", "we don't need anymore" wailings and begging. Tim got off my lap and I pulled Jill around and she was not even attempting to stifle her crying and tears as she hopped back on my lap.
I montioned Mike over and he grabbed Jill's wrists. I shook my head "No", and pointed to the opposite side. He looked at me funny and moved around to Jill's ankles.
"All right Mike. I want you to pull your cousins underpants completely off." Jill immediately begged and pleaded for Mike to not pull them down. Mike reached up and grabbed hold of the lace waistband sides and pulled them down to her sneakers, and then carefully slipped them off. Her buns were dark red, with purple paddle marks. He moved back around, panties in hand and grabbed her wrists.
Jill then got 10 more on her bare butt, causing her body to buck and heave across my lap, and her legs kicked wildly and she screamed out at each swat. She feel to her knees, her hands dropping to the floor as she sobbed. Slowly she got up as Mike took her place across my lap, still holding Jill's panties. Tim pulled off Mike's briefs and grabbed his wrists. Mike's buns was almost as colorful as his cousin's.
Mike screamed even louder as his 10 swats landed 6 times on his butt and 4 times on his thighs. He got up and tried his best to somehow put out the fire in his butt and thighs as Tim got up on my lap. Tim's buns were not as dark and colored as either Jill's or Mike's. Jill took a long look at his boyhood dangling equipment as she slowly pulled off his sweat moistend underpants. She then grabbed his wrists.
Tim continued his loudest of all crying and screaming as his butt & thighs got the same treatment as his brother. He got off my lap, with his brother's underpants in his hands, begging for no more. I ordered all three of them to give me the underwear and they began the job of clearing the barn of their smoking residue. All three kids were sniffling and blubbering as their bare butts displayed the color and marks of their just completed first spanking/paddling, as they slowly collected all the smoking evidence.
I got off the stool and dropped their underpants on their respective pile of clothes and picked up an old jar in the corner, before I returned to the stool. Slowly, the kids concentration shifted from tobacco residue to their state of naked waist down puberty. The boys obviously hadn't ever seen a girl's bush, and Jill just as obviously hadn't seen boy's equipment, just becoming marked with pubic hair. By the time all was collected, it was apparent their minds had been diverted temporarily to eachother's puberty, not the last paddling.
"OK guys, you got 60 swats for your first spanking for disobeying me and coming over here. The last spanking is going to be 40 swats with the paddle on the bare, in a different position. You will each get two doses of 20 swats with the paddle.", I said matter of factly as the kids mouth's dropped and they quickly snapped back to reality, and began begging. I got off the stool and montioned Jill over to the stool. She began to cry again.
I pulled her over the stool, her bare butt and legs dangling off the edge. I montioned each boy into position, in front and back. I picked Jill's hands up, and pulled them into position, crossed in the middle of her back. Then I had Tim put his hands down on her wrists, pinning them to the middle of her back. The back of Jill's head was within inches of Tim's little _d_i_c_k_ & balls. I had Mike kneel down at Jill's ankles. I had him clasp his hands together in front of his belly button. I moved Jill's ankles apart and scooted him forward. Then I put an ankle in each opening of Mike's arm/elbow and body. I showed him how to keep her ankles clamped tight against his body, using the force of his arms/elbow and clasped hands. He looked up and got a boy's eye view of what only he and his brother & buddies had talked about, a young girls cunt, legs spread apart. Tim had a similar view, only from a different angle. I picked up the paddle, and rubbed it across Jill's twitching buns.
I then gave her 20 very fast, rapid fire swats, using primarily my wrist across her multi-colored buns and white upper thighs. Tim & Mike held on for dear life as Jill tried everything she could physically and vocally to get away from my machine gun like swats. Her head several times bounced up against Tim's _d_i_c_k_ and balls, and he flinched, but still held on. In about 15 seconds it was over and Tim & Mike let her up.
I montioned for Mike to take her place and he started bawling and begging as he dropped over the stool. Jill took Tim's place and pushed down on Mike's wrists and Tim secured his ankles, probably seeing his brother in a brand new light. I duplicated Jill's rapid paddling with Mike. He took his slightly better than Jill, but still was just as antimated in voice. Jill and Tim released him, and he got up as Tim bent over the stool.
Now Jill got the look of her young life as she saw Tim's 13 year old _d_i_c_k_ & balls dangling within a foot or two of her 14 year old face. Tim's reaction to the fast 20 swats was so bad he almost tipped over the stool. When Jill and Mike released his ankles and wrists, he fell off the stool onto his knees. Soon he was standing again, hands on head next to his cousin and brother, waiting for the final 20.
For the final 20, I gave it very slowly. I waited a full 3 seconds, counting "1001, 1002 & 1003" between each carefully given swat. This gave each swat time to really sink in and the kid's time to react to each much harder paddle swat. Instead of each other's puberty, now the kid's looks were transfixed on the heaving, twisting, flexing multi-colored buns & thighs just in front of them. When it was over, they stood there in front of me, hands on heads crying and sobbing, desperately wanting to rub the fire in their backsides. I picked up their undepants and told each one to put them on, which they did quickly. Then I grabbed their clothes and paddle and order them to walk, not run back to the house. They started crying again, it total shame and embarrassment. This time they got lucky. Not one car passed, but Dave did make comments and cat calls at the sight they made.
Never again did they go across the road to the forbidden estate....and Barbara got a long, old fashioned OTK paddling on her panties and bare when she got home from the store. She stopped smoking.
(The rest of my stories are posted in the main MMSA Stories index, in somewhat alpha/chronological order. If you like my stories, please e-mail me. In my business travels around the mid-west, I routinely safely satisfy the spanking needs of both women and men as an old fashioned Missouri Dad.]