TIED FOR PUNISHMENT

BY YOMAMMA

Based on what a lovely lady friend of mine once told me…

My husband Paul and I always believed in discipline. I came from
a strict household and had been a public school teacher until our
daughter, Jessica, was born, so I saw the effects of lax
parenting. As a result, Jessica was spanked from the time she was
a toddler and it was never really any big deal. I guess we were a
bit old-fashioned in that Paul almost always did the spanking,
especially as she got older. "Wait until your father gets home"
is corny, but its how we handled it and, actually, once she was
old enough to understand, the waiting for him to get home became
a good additional punishment for her.

Jessica's spankings were pretty typical as well at first, over
Paul's lap for the most part, on her bare bottom with her panties
pulled down to her knees or so. Since that's how my dad had
spanked me, I never thought much of it and assumed it allowed
Paul to see how hard he was swatting her. As she got older he
added cornertime after the spanking and when she was old enough
to do chores around the house, extra chores became an additional
punishment as well. But almost always in addition to, not instead
of, a spanking.

I noticed things starting to change right after Jessica turned 7.
Paul was spanking her harder and longer as might be expected, but
would take longer getting her positioned over his lap and longer
in-between swats as well. It was after a particularly harsh
spanking that I noticed the erection Paul had in his pants right
after. He must not have been wearing his briefs under his loose
pants because it was VERY prominent. He sent Jessica to the
corner still sobbing and headed to the bathroom.

Now I'm no dummy, I figured out pretty quick what was going on
and wasn't surprised really, Jessica was very pretty, thin, long
dark hair and a sexy little-girl bottom. I was surprised by my
reaction though! I was getting wet thinking of Paul in the
bathroom jacking-off after spanking Jess. I also thought "what a
waste!" I started finding more and more excuses for Paul to spank
Jessica and watched him carefully. He was taking more and more
time with the spankings and I even saw him rubbing her bottom and
thighs between swats when he didn't know I was looking! There was
no doubt about it, he was really getting off spanking our
daughter and the more I saw it and thought about it the more
excited I was getting as well. This went on for some time with
both of us masturbating in private thinking about what was
happening. Eventually, though, I decided I wanted more.

So for Jessica's next spanking I made sure it was close to bed
time and didn't let Paul slip away into the bathroom after. As
soon as we got in the bedroom I started getting playful and he
responded like a wild man. I have always been a bit submissive
when it comes to sex. I like a man to take charge, even to be
rough, but Paul had never been quite this intense. The sex was
great for both of us, hard, hot and long. Afterwards, as usual, I
snuggled close to him. We didn't say anything for a long time,
I'm not sure what he was thinking, but I finally broke the ice:

"I'm glad you are being more strict with Jessica recently" I said
as I lightly stroked his chest, "She's getting to that age where
she needs a firmer hand."

"I think your right" Paul agreed, "you see kids her age being so
wild at times, you can just tell the parents don't discipline."

I stretched up and gave him a long wet kiss and then we drifted
off to sleep. The next day was a Saturday and its when everything
really started to change for our family.

That next day I had Jessica do several chores outside for me,
knowing that she had a hard time remembering to close the gate to
the backyard properly. Sure enough, one time she didn't get the
latch right and the Beagle got out. Now with Beagles, if they get
a chance to run, they are gone. They will be back eventually, but
its goodbye for a while.

After I noticed what had happened I got very angry with Jessica
in front of Paul, telling her how irresponsible she had been and
how "Pup" (great name, huh!) might never come back thanks to her.

Paul immediately said, "Get over her young lady, you need another
spanking!" Jessica was already sniffling and really started
crying when he said that. She pleaded, saying her bottom was
still sore from last night's spanking, to which Paul just
replied, "You should have thought of that before you did
something that bad!"

He had he take off her jeans and pulled down her panties to her
knees and practically yanked her body over his lap. He was
hitting her harder than I had ever seen him spank and she was
really fighting him. Both hands trying to protect her sore bottom
her legs flailing up and down. He had to try and hold her wrists
with his left hand but she was wiggling so much it was obviously
interfering with the spanking.

That's when I told him to wait a moment and I went into the
laundry room and brought out an old pair of stockings that I had
been going to throw away. Paul held her still while I tied her
wrists together right at the small of her back with one of the
stockings. I tied it tight and I could tell from her reaction it
was hurting her. Then I moved around, pulled off her panties and
tied her ankles together as well. Lastly I went back to where her
head was hanging down and told her to open her mouth wide. When
she wouldn't I slapped her. Not really that hard but enough that
it stung. When she finally opened up I stuffed her balled-up
panties in her mouth, telling her if she spit them out, I would
tape her mouth shut.

Then I took a couple of steps back and just stood there, Paul and
I looking into each others eyes for a long time, tension filling
the room. Paul had a look in his eyes I've never seen before. You
hear the expression "fire in his eyes" but you can't know what
that means until you see it yourself. Finally he started
spanking, and spanking, and spanking. Not just her bottom but her
thighs as well. Although she was bucking up and down with each
stroke, the stockings where helping to keep her in place for him.
The spanking seemed to go on forever and eventually she just lay
limp over his lap, sobbing into her panties.

When he was done her bottom and thighs were a bright red and even
bruised in one spot. I had to cut off the stockings as the knot
had been worked together so tightly. Paul sent her straight to
her room and we went straight to ours. The sex this time was pure
animal lust. He came three times, something he hadn't done since
we were dating in college. He didn't even go soft after his first
cum and only needed a little coaxing from my mouth to get hard
again for his third time. I came so hard as he did my ass and
pinched my clit I almost passed out.

After we were done we snuggled again and I gently stroked him.
This time he spoke first:

"Tying her up like that made the spanking much easier, I think we
should do that more often, don't you?"

I smiled and gently squeezed his soft cock. "Definitely."

******

From that day on whenever Jessica was spanked, she was tied
first, and usually left that way for some time after. Often we
tied her wrists behind her like the first time, sometimes we
would tie them to arms of the chair and have her bend over for
her spanking. Jessica was pretty upset by the new arraignment,
but I found I didn't care. I wanted more all the time and I was
always looking for excuses to have Paul spank her when he got
home. I don't think I realized it at the time, but I was thinking
of her less and less as a daughter, and more just as a thing to
be used by Paul and I. It was a slow transformation; I did feel
sorry for her at times and a little guilty at others, but I
couldn't stop what we had started, and I don't think Paul could
either. I even tried to back off once or twice but the urge was
overpowering and sex without first tying and spanking Jessica
wasn't enough anymore.

A couple months after that eventful Saturday, I purposefully gave
Jessica a glass of juice filled right to the brim. As I was
hoping, she spilled it on her dress. "That does it young lady,
your father won't be home for an hour but we are not going to
wait to start teaching you a lesson!"

I had her strip naked and marched her into the living room This
time I not only tied her wrists together but her elbows as well,
she sobbed and complained so much I gagged her with her panties
again and this time tied a ribbon around her head to make sure it
stayed in tight. Then I bent her over a low-backed bench type
seat we have in the living room and tied her ankles to the legs
so they were spread wide.

"You can just stay that way and wait until your father gets home"
I yelled and went about finishing up my housework. I have to say
that was one of the longest hours of my life trying to clean and
dust while she was on display like that, quietly sobbing and
wiggling tying to ease the discomfort. I needed to cum, but
wanted to wait for Paul to get home. By the time he did, I was
sopping wet, but I almost broke out laughing when I saw his
expression as he walked in the door, his eyes got huge and I
swear I could sense his cock getting hard in his pants.

"The little brat ruined a good dress after school today." I said
as I gave Paul a big hug and kiss. "If she cant take care of her
clothes, she sure does not need them on to be spanked." That was
something else I noticed both of us doing during her punishment
sessions. We didn't call her by her name anymore, she was always
"brat," "her," "girl" or "your daughter" but never Jessica.

Paul wasted no time going over to her. He rubbed and pinched her
bottom and legs, feeling how tight they had been pulled. He also
tugged at her bound arms, causing her to grunt and moan. He
started then to spank her furiously. Both cheeks and her thighs
as well, including inside her thighs. It was actually a bit
awkward for him as he is pretty tall and he needed to stand up
straight and stretch several times. During one of those breaks I
brought over to him an old heavy wooden ping-pong paddle. "Give
your hand a rest" I said and gave him a big wet kiss, hugging and
grinding into him. He started using the paddle on her already red
bottom and legs. I don't know how much more it hurt her than just
his hand, but the sound of the paddle hitting her flesh made such
a loud smack, I almost came just from hearing it.

When he was done I untied her ankles and elbows, but left her
wrists tied and her gag in and sent her to cornertime while Paul
and I had supper. We could see her in the corner from where we
were sitting and decided that she should stay that way the rest
of the evening so that she would appreciate her clothes, we
talked so she could hear us and again we were talking about her
like she was just a thing, not like our daughter. Its wrong I
know, but viewing her as just a thing to be used excited me
almost as much as the spanking and bondage itself.

Now since the spankings had started to become more intense, a
change had come over Jessica. She was not the bubbly bright child
she had been for so long. She was mostly quiet now, tying to keep
to herself. She was becoming very obedient, which I liked. Ask
her to do anything and she jumped, afraid of getting into
trouble. The sex, of course, continued to be wonderful.

We began to become even bolder with her punishments. The people
who owned our house before us were big into the hanging plants
trend and there were big hooks several places in the ceiling
which they used to hang big clay pots from macramé holders. One
afternoon, just before Paul was due to be home I decided to give
him a special surrise. I made up some reason for Jessica to be
punished, she was at the point now she did not even protest the
flimsy excuses, and had her stand naked on the piano bench and
tied her hands over her head to the hook in the ceiling. Then I
had her spread her legs as much as she could while still staying
on the bench. God what a sight! A naked, gagged 8 year old, on
her tip toes, trying to stay balanced with her writs pulled tight
over her head. The bench was not very steady and the look of
terror in her eyes every time it wobbled sent my hand to my
crotch.

Fortunately, Paul was right on time that day, for I'm not sure
she could have stayed in that position for long.

"Look, Paul." I almost panted after our hot kiss, "This way you
don't have to bend over, she just at the right level for a good
spanking."

As usually he inspected my handiwork closely, feeling the
taughtness in her legs as they struggled to stay on tip toes and
noticing how shaky the bench was. "What if the bench falls over?"
He said with a huge grin on his face. "Well, then, if she can't
stay in the proper position, she will just have to hang there
until you are through with her." I smiled back as I handed him
his paddle. Paul wanted to know how long I thought she could stay
like this and I simply told him: "As long as you want, dear, your
in charge and whatever you say goes."

That seemed to inspire him sufficiently and he started whacking
her bottom and thighs. He did a very thorough job. Then he came
to her front to look at her. Her body was covered in sweat and
tears and snot were streaming down her face. "Whatever I say
goes" He asked. I came up to him and kissed him rubbing his
crotch right in front of her. "Yes Sir," I said in my little
subbie voice, "Your the man of the house, your word is law." With
that he started paddling the front of her thighs and even a few
strokes on her tummy. It was with one of those tummy strokes that
she lurched too much and knocked over the bench leaving her
hanging by her wrists.Even with her gag you could hear that she
was screaming. We both just stood and stared for a while watching
her arms being pulled so tightly by her own weight, her hands
starting to turn red from lack of circulation.

Paul whacked her a couple more times and then said we better cut
her down. We did and sent her off to her room. Paul and I didn't
even make the bedroom, we had sex right there on the floor
beneath the hook she had been hanging from. He even took me from
behind bending over the piano bench. The whole time we were
fucking, I was very loud and was hoping Jessica could hear and
maybe was peeking.

I thought we had reached the ultimate, that it couldn't get any
wilder or better than this.

Turned out the next day I was wrong.

******

It was the last week of school, Paul had to leave for a business
trip the morning after the piano bench episode. Before he left he
went into her bedroom and spanked and paddled her again for a bit
before he left for the airport. I was in the shower and could
hear her cries and I made myself cum just picturing what he was
doing. After getting Paul out the door for his plane and Jessica
on the school bus I was spending most of my day daydreaming about
the night before and what we would do during the summer when the
call from Jessica's school teacher snapped me out of it. She
wanted to meet with me about Jessica as soon as school was out,
she said Jessica would be staying after and it was important we
talk today.

All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind as I pulled into the
school, I even checked to see if there were any police cars in
the parking lot as I got out of the car. Although we live in a
state that is very conservative and protects parents' rights to
discipline, I realized for the first time how dangerous what we
had been doing could be.

I've know Jessica's teacher for quite a while, she and her
husband both are members of the pool club we belong to, so I see
her quite a bit during the summer. She's a gorgeous tall brunette
and could easily have been a model when a little younger. She
always wears a very skimpy bikini at the pool and turns all the
men's heads. Knowing who I was meeting with made me feel a bit
better, but not much. I was also glad the school seemed to be
mostly empty. No welcoming committee with handcuffs, at least not
yet.

I'm sure I must have been shaking as walked into her room, but
Beth was all smiles and hugs as I came in. We chatted about
nothing in particular for a bit then she said I must be wondering
why she asked me to come over.

"Jessica's behavior has really improved this year." She started
off, "She is much more calm and quiet in class, keeps to herself
nicely, is respectful and obedient, always concerned about not
getting a bad report home. Its such a wonderful change from so
many of the kids we get these days."

"But today, she was having a hard time sitting at her desk, she
was always squirming and wouldn't sit still so I kept her in from
recess. She told me that she had gotten a very hard spanking last
night and this morning and it hurt so much still that she
couldn't sit. I'm afraid I couldn't help myself and I took a look
at her bottom and it was bruised up pretty good."

I had heard the term flop-sweat before, but had never experienced
it until that moment. I'm sure I turned pale and was shaking.
Beth came over and looked deep in my eyes and her hand came up
and gently stroked my cheek.

"Jessica needs to learn that it is not appropriate for a girl to
discuss private matters like that outside the home. I don't want
to interfere, but I think she should be punished for tattling
like that but we can't use corporal punishment in the school
without a parent's permission."

I guess I just sat there and stared for a moment, because Beth
had to repeat herself. "Don't you think it would be wise to
punish her right now, teach her a lesson so she knows never to
talk about private matters?"

"Uh-uh of course," I stammered, "where is she now?" Beth smiled
again, "Waiting for us in my bookroom"

We went to the back of the room and she unlocked the door to a
big closet-like room with books and supplies on both sides. We
stepped in and she closed the door behind us. There at the far
end, sitting on a stool was Jessica, scared and sniffling. She
was bare from the waist down and her hands were secured behind
her with one of those bungee cargo cords. Beth's attitude
suddenly became fierce and cruel. She went right over to Jess,
and slapped her face hard.

"This bad little girl was telling me things that are supposed to
stay private weren't you?" Jessica nodded.

"And bad little girls who can't keep secrets need to be paddled
don't they?" Jessica was sobbing now but nodded again. Beth
reached up an pulled down from the shelf an big paddle, like one
of those fraternity paddles. "OK Jessica, get down and bend over
the stool."

As soon as she was bent over, I realized that Beth was right,
Jessica's bottom was bruised from the paddlings she had had at
home. Had we not been running around getting John ready for his
trip, I probably would have realized how bad it was and kept her
home from school that day. Beth removed the cord from her wrist
but then refastened them to the legs of the stool pulling her up
so that she was forced to stand on her tiptoes.

Beth looked in my eyes and she had the same look Paul has before
he spanks. It was warm in there and I could smell her sex and
mine too. "Do you do anything to keep her quiet at home during a
spanking" she asked? "We usually gag her with her panties," I
replied. "Well, that's lovely but I have something that works a
bit better for school, most people have gone but there are still
a few janitors around." She pulled out of her pocket a rubber
ball and went around and slapped her face hard twice and then
stuffed the ball into Jessica's mouth. She secured the ball with
a piece of duct tape and then moved around to her bottom
alternating rubbing it gently and pinching it, which made Jess
jump and squirm.

Beth then proceeded to give Jessica 6 very hard swats on her
already bruised bottom, each one almost knocking her over even
attached to the stool as she was. After she was done Beth rubbed
her hands over her bottom and said things like, "so hot" "so
lovely."

Jessica dressed and had to sit back up on the stool while Beth
and I went back to her desk to talk. I could barely walk I was so
worked up, I needed to get somewhere to masturbate. Beth looked
worked up as well, flushed, breathing fast.

"You might be surprised, but there are a number of us in town
that believe in strict treatment for girls, much stricter than
even what Jessica seems to be getting. If you would like, I could
see if they would be interested in meeting you and Paul, but they
are obviously careful about who knows about them." She paused a
second and took my hand, "Actually, its probably a good thing she
did tell me. Not only did I find out what wonderful parents you
are, now she knows that telling just makes things worse. That's a
very important lesson for girls to learn. But until Jessica be
trusted to keep her mouth shut, it would probably be best if she
didn't attend school or be around others too much, there are so
many nosy people around these days and we can't be too careful."

We decided that there was no reason Jessica needed to be there
for the last couple of days of school, I would call her in sick.
Beth would call me up in a couple of weeks after she was done
with the school wrap-up sessions to fill me in on the other
couples and, she hoped, visit us at home.

Although I was very short with Jessica and sent her to bed
without supper, I decided that I should wait until Paul got home
before I did anything else. Actually, although I loved watching
Jessica punished, and I loved tying her up for Paul, I had no
real desire to do the spanking myself. I guess it was the
submissive in me, I wanted Paul to be the one to hurt her. I know
how much he wanted it, and I wanted to give him everything. We
belong to him is how I felt, and its his job to do the punishing.
So because of that, she had more than a week of no real
punishment, just confined to the house doing lots of chores, by
the time Paul got home.

Paul did not get in until around midnight and we went straight to
bed. I told him all that had happened and it got us both hot and
horny. It was particularly exciting to know that there were
others like us in town. It was like there was a whole other world
out there we had not known about. We had not had sex yet,
although we were both worked up, we were just kissing and
stroking each other and talking about everything.

"After talking with Beth, I've been thinking, Paul, perhaps we
have been being too easy on her. Maybe you should use your belt
on her next time."

"It would hurt a lot and leave marks" he said, pinching my
nipple, "we would really have to tie her down. And Beth is right,
we do need to be careful about her talking."

"I don't think talking will be a problem after last week, but
just to be certain, I thought I would let her know that if she
ever says anything again, her kitten would have to be killed, you
know how much she loves that damn cat. Besides, she doesn't have
to see anybody unsupervised this summer and next year, if we are
still worried we can home school her. And, yes, it will hurt a
lot. That's what she deserves don't you think?"

"Wow that's pretty cruel, but your right" he said, "the bitch
deserves it. First thing in the morning we will tie up and I will
belt her all over."

I started stroking his hard cock, I bent down and took it in my
mouth giving it a few good sucks while I thought. He had never
called her "bitch" before, this was another step, I knew -- he
wanted my reaction. "Why wait?" I said, still stroking but
letting his hard dick slide out of my mouth. "We can go into her
room right now, tie the little cunt to her bed and do her good.
Hell, we can leave her tied there all night after we are done to
start again in the morning."

"Go in there like this, naked?" he groaned as I licked his balls.

"Why not? I see what she does to you" I said as I pumped him,
"she's just a little cock-tease and she might as well see what
she's been teasing, let her see what little cunts like her are
good for."

"God Yesssss!" and he started to cum, the first shot hit me on
the side my face and I covered his cock with my mouth to drink
the rest down.

After he was done, he reached down and ran his hands through my
hair I looked up at him and he was obviously thinking about
things hard. "You know, up to now, all we have done is discipline
her, even if we are harsh at times. If we go in there tonight,
there is no turning back. Its not just punishment anymore."

I started rubbing is cock again gently. "I know," I nodded, "its
what you need, what you deserve. Its what she's for. All that
matters now is that you get what you want, whatever you want,
it's all she's good for to me anymore, to us. You know that."

Paul's cock started to rise again. "OK then, let's go, we don't
want to disappoint Beth and her friends"