RED HOT SPANKING - 8 Stories of Smacked Bottoms, Lewd Satisfaction, and Strict Men! Sassy Women Receive Some Lusty Disciplining... Mature Adult Short Stories

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My dad ready for me, the slipper in his hand, looking at me directly with no sign of emotion or hint of leniency. He repeated that ‘I had chosen the hard way’. Then he said: “Before I give you your first punishment, I want you to apologise to the girls for the trouble you got them into.” He scurried over and set about draping his long form over her lap (and the entire length of the couch). He felt ridiculous. Someone must be filming this. Georgia, probably. Judi started to remove her coat. 'Pranks are all well and good but you never compromise a performance, as you well know. You let your audience down tonight. And yourself.'

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The girls reappeared in their night clothes about 10 minutes later. Mum handed each of them a jam sandwich, which they ate quietly as I just stood there waiting, shifting slightly from foot to foot. Andrea had a little brother, Peter, and he would sometimes join in these rather illicit games. I think us girls would be about nine and Peter aged seven at the time most of this happened. My brain whirred – first punishment? It had always been just ‘punishment’! I stumbled out an apology, hoping it was convincing enough. After that, the usual instruction came: “Turn around and touch your toes.” Judi - I’m sorry, it got out of control. I didn’t think it would interfere with his performance or I wouldn’t have done it.' He'd begun to inch away.

I ought to take these down,’ said Judi, firmly holding him in place. ‘But I don’t want to be embroiled in another scandal, so…’

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I froze – although Mum and Dad were strict, I had never been slippered on the bare bottom before, and I was now 11 years old and very embarrassed even for my own father to see my private areas. But any thought of disobeying was swept aside as Dad firmly told me: “Now – unless you want to make this worse for yourself.” Outside, Michael’s ear was pressed up against the dressing room door so hard it hurt, but the joy on his face was a picture. He was listening to David whimpering, and hadn't heard Jo arrive. I ran a shallow bath, warm enough to get straight in and wash, get out, dried myself and went to my room, where I pulled out my pyjamas and slipped them on. I remember feeling the coolness of the material against my skin – especially my bottom, which I knew all too well would soon be somewhat warmer. I still had five minutes or so to spare and waited on my bed, vainly trying to delay my appointment with doom. So that's why you were sliding all over place like a new born colt?' She turned to glare at David, eyes murderous. One such occasion was prior to my parent’s divorce. I was playing a board game with two of my sisters and was losing. There were petty squabbles as we played, with me calling my sisters names and being generally unkind, as well as some cheating on my behalf too.Little did any of us know that it would be my last slippering from dad for two years – not because I had become some saint, but because of my parents’ bitter divorce battle. He turned to my sisters. “I want you girls to pay close attention to what happens in this house when you tell a lie. As for you, young man, you had better learn your lesson from this unless you want a repeat dose.” No,' said David, shifting on his feet. 'But a more professional actor wouldn’t have let it affect his performance.' He leered at Michael. As I have told you before, there is an easy way to learn, and there is a hard way. Clearly, you have chosen the latter…” This was all standard ‘Dad material’ – and I knew full well what was coming next… I think I had a higher pain threshold than the other two children, so I would often go home with quite a red bottom, which of course I then had to be careful to hide from my parents, in case I was then given the ‘real thing’.

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As I navigated passed my sisters, they gave me a slightly sympathetic look. I learned later that they had listened to every stroke being delivered on my bare bottom – but they also felt sorry for me… This was always dad’s routine when punishing me. He told me later in life that it was his ‘thinking time’ and my ‘reflection’ time’. I daresay the warm water helped soften my bottom up too! That said, 30 minutes is not a long time to get a bath and get dressed ready for bed. I was already wishing I had behaved myself. The next few minutes were the longest and most painful of my life up until that point. Three times, my father repeated my crimes and delivered two stinging strokes of the slipper to my bare bottom. I can’t recall exactly the first time my father used the slipper on my bottom, but I do recall as if it was yesterday the routine of such punishments.Oh yeah,’ said Michael. He appeared to think about it for a moment, with just the suggestion of a sordid smile, which David tried not to notice. Again, I did as I was instructed. “Remember, young man, your brought this on yourself. You chose the hard way – let’s hope you learn.” Once again, I felt the sole of the slipper against my bare bum.

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I made as if to speak, but Dad took the words out of my mouth. “It’s no good you telling me you won’t do it again. The fact is, young man, you have done it already despite many other warnings.” Eyes wide, David took a step towards her, hoping she’d burst out laughing at any minute and tell him it was fine. She did not. These two little shits…’ muttered Judi, sweeping away imperiously. As she did, Simon appeared and flattened himself against the wall to get out of her way.