Penalty! (MF/m, MF/fm, MFMF/ffm, otk, aud, erec, nc)
by Nialos Leaning

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Penalty!
by Nialos Leaning

"Please dad,"  pleaded Matt, "don t make me go to Aunt
Kathy's house this way." 

"Yes, just the way you are.  You know the rules," replied
his dad to the bare bottomed ten year old.  "Not another
word unless you want a minor on top of your major. You know
what that'll mean!" 

Matt certainly did know.  A minor after a major counted the
same as a misconduct penalty.  There was only one punishment
for a misconduct, stripping naked for a very hard, very long
spanking in front of everyone in the house.  And staying
completely naked for twelve hours.  

Matt hurriedly started out the front door toward the
driveway, hoping none of his friends were about.  His mom,
sister and older brother were already waiting in the car.  

Thirteen year old Benjamin was minus all clothing except for
his briefs style underpants and footwear.  Benjie had earned
a minor in the same incident that merited Matt his major.  

As Matt's dad started the car, Matt recalled the events of
the day that resulted in his current embarrassing
predicament.

* * *

Jessica, to be twelve in two months, was watching a sappy
girl's cartoon show on the living room television.  Matt
wanted to watch his favorite action hero carton.  He walked
up to the TV and changed the channel.

"Matthew," screeched Jessie, "I was watching that.  Turn it
back."

"I don't care, I want to watch the Super Duper Dudes,"
replied Matt to his sister.

"Than watch it downstairs, it's my turn up here."

Matt knew this was true. The three children took turns on
Saturday mornings controlling the living room TV. Next
Saturday was Matt's turn.  But, he didn't want to watch
downstairs in the basement rec room. Benjie was down there,
talking mush on the phone to his new girlfriend.  Last year,
before he was a teenager, he had hated girls as much as Matt
still did.  Right now, Matt was hating Jessie an awful lot,
even more than usual.

"No way," he defiantly told his sister, "I'm watching it
here.  If you don't like it, go watch your stupid show
downstairs with that girl lover Benjie."

Entering the room to put a stop to the squabble, his mom
said, "Matthew, stop fighting with your sister and go
downstairs.  Now."

Letting his anger get in the way of his common sense, Matt
began arguing with his mom.  "It's not fair, she's been
watching all her shows up here all morning."

"Enough," came the reply.  "It's her turn, you know that. 
Downstairs, or it's a minor for you."

"But, but," Matt started to protest, only to be cut off by a
now angry mother.

"That's it!  You have a minor.  You have two minutes to tell
me your penalty choice."

Minors were often assessed by Matt's parents for those small
missteps that other families might ignore.  Continuing to
verbally fight with his sister after being told to stop
certainly qualified for a minor.  As did arguing with his
mom.  She might be willing to let one infraction go, but she
wouldn't ignore two at the same time.

He had two choices for a minor.  He could choose a bare
bottom spanking, given in private.  Hand spanks equal in
number to his age, followed by the same number of strokes
with the spanking ruler.  After the spanking, staying bare 
bottomed for one hour.

Instead of a spanking, he could decide to spend three hours
in his underpants, barechested.  Underpants had to be
briefs, not boxers.  Unlike Benjie, he always wore briefs.  
A bare bottom penalty was the exact opposite of an
underpants penalty.  For bare bottom penalties he had to
wear a shirt selected by one of his parents.  This shirt
couldn't come any lower than his waist, as hiding of
privates wasn't allowed. For a misconduct naked penalty,
only shoes and socks were allowed.

For all penalties, other than going to the bathroom, he had
to always be in a room with at least one other person.  This
could be any room he wanted, other than a bedroom, unless
his parents made him be in a particular room.  Benjie and
Jessie had the same penalty rules.  

Matt smiled, remembering how Jessie turned a minor into a
major by protesting about having to be barechested.  For
reasons he didn't understand, she was embarrassed to have
anyone see her developing breasts.  He would had thought she
would be proud of them, a sure sign she was becoming a big
girl.  Matt couldn't wait till he, like Benjie, got bigger
down there and had some hair above his privates.  Mom had
told Jessie that if she didn't like it, she should had
chosen the spanking.  Fair was fair, in their house, both
sexes were to be treated the same.  At least with the major,
she got to cover up her breasts, showing off her privates
and bottom instead.  Which didn't seem to embarrass her as
much.

Matt really didn't need the two minutes to decide on his
penalty. A spanking was out.  He didn't want the pain and he
didn't want Jessie seeing his privates anymore than she had
wanted him and Benjie to see her breasts.

"Underwear, mom," he told his mother.  He immediately began
removing his clothing.  First his shirt. Than his jeans,
followed by his undershirt.  To Jessie's smirk, he handed
these to his mother.  She would return them when the three
hours were up.  

Giving his behind a light slap, Matt's mom sent him on his
way downstairs with the admonishment to "be good, now," Once
downstairs, it didn't take Matt long to dig an even deeper
hole for himself.

* * *

Entering the rec room, Matt was pleased to see that Benjie
had the TV on the right channel for Super Duper Dudes.  The
sound was turned low, as Benjie was still on the phone with
his girlfriend.  Matt walked over to the TV and turned the
volume up very loud.  Matt really enjoyed all the explosions
and other neat sound effects in Super Duper Dudes.  He
always set the volume as loud as he could get away with.

"Hey, twerp," shouted Benjie, "turn that down.  I'm on the
phone."

"Yeah," replied Matt, "talking lovey dovey to a girl."  Matt
turned the volume louder, hoping to irritate his brother
even more.  Already serving a minor, this was not a smart
move on Matt's part.  He always seemed to manage to get
himself in more trouble by doing first, thinking second. 
This time was no exception.

Benjie came rushing over to the TV, which he promptly turned
off.  Matt, in his efforts to prevent this, was pushed to
the ground.

At that moment, both boys heard their dad holler, "stop,
both of you. Now!  I can't hear myself think in here." 
Their very irate father was standing in the doorway of his
home office.

"Benjie, go say good-bye to Tracey and hang up the phone. 
Than, go sit on the couch.  You too, Matt."  Both boys
quickly complied with their dad's orders.

Their father soon had the full story of what had transpired. 
Now it was verdict time.  "Matt," said his dad, "I see mom's
already given you a minor.  What for?"

"Fighting with Jessie about the TV upstairs," came the
barely audible reply.

"So, after earning a penalty for fighting with your sister
about television, you come down here and do the same with
your brother?" 

"Uh, I guess so," meekly answered Matt.

"Well," said his dad, "I know so.  Doesn't surprise me
either.  Well, young man, that's another minor for you. 
Which, as I'm sure you know, counts as a major."

"No, dad, please, no," pleaded a now lightly sobbing Matt.

"Yes, not no.  Keep begging and I'll give you another minor,
counting as a misconduct.  You have five minutes to be back
down here in proper uniform and to tell me your choice. 
I'll decide Benjie's penalty when you get back.  Go."

Matt was in a quandary.  Like a minor, he had two choices. 
He could take a bare bottom spanking in front of the family.
For a major, this was by hand, ruler and hair brush.  Number
of spanks with each equal to one and-a-half times his age. 
Afterwards, staying bare bottomed for four hours.  Or, he
could avoid the spanking by choosing to go bare bottom for
eight hours.  

Problem was, they were all leaving for Aunt Kathy's in about
four hours.  Taking a spanking meant he would be dressed by
the time they left.  Matt didn't want a spanking, his dad's
really hurt.  After mulling it over, Matt decided that there
was no way his parents would make him go to Aunt Kathy's
with a bare bottom.  True, he would have to serve the other
four hours once they were back home.  Anytime spent
sleeping, even though he had to stay bare bottomed, didn't
count.  Nor would the time he spent dressed for church
tomorrow.  By the time his eight hours were up, it would
almost be Sunday dinner.  Of course, being bare bottomed all
afternoon, he wouldn't be able to go out and play with his
friends.  But, at least, he could avoid a spanking.     

Upstairs, Matt immediately went to his mom to have her
select his bare bottom penalty shirt.  Jessie giggled out
loud when he came back into the living room wearing the
shirt his mom had chosen.  It was a brightly stripped polo
shirt that barely covered his belly button.

Matt resisted the temptation to clamp his hands over his
privates as he made his way to the basement door.  Trying to
cover up like that would be a major.  A second major would
turn the one he already had into a misconduct. Plus, he
would have to serve the second major once the misconduct
penalty was over.

"Bare bottom, dad," Matt told his father as he came back
down the stairs.

"Bare bottom it is.  Your eight hours start now," his dad
replied.  "Go sit next to Benjie."

Matt did as told, knowing that it would only take a minor to
turn his major into a misconduct.  He was somewhat
embarrassed, in such an exposed state, to be sitting right
next to his brother.

"Benjamin, you know that any hitting or physical fighting is
a major.  A misconduct if serious or someone gets hurt."

"But, dad," Benjie interjected, "it was an accident."

"I understand that.  I also realize that Matt started the
whole thing.  So, I'm considering it the same as a simple
argument.  You have a minor.  Two minutes to make your
choice."

Without hesitation, Benjie said, "Underpants."  He
immediately stood up and began removing his clothing.  As he
had boxers on, they had to come off also.  Meaning Benjie
had to go upstairs naked in front of his sister and mom and
wait until mom brought him a pair of briefs.  Which she
would probably take her time doing.  This made Matt feel a
little better about his own situation.

A few minutes after Benjie returned to the rec room, his mom
announced that the family would be leaving for Aunt Kathy's
right after lunch, which would be in an hour.

Benjie began protesting this change of schedule, as his
three hours in underpants would only be half over.  He
quickly desisted when his dad threatened another minor.

And that, thought Matt, how I've ended up riding in the car
bare bottomed, and Benjie in his briefs.

* * *

As the car turned onto Aunt Kathy's block, Matt was dismayed
to see a street full of playing kids.  "Please, dad," he
pleaded, "can't I at least put on my jeans till we get
inside the house?"

Benjie chimed in, "yeah dad, there's a lot of people out
here."

"No, your penalties aren't up. Any one who does any more
begging gets a minor.

Benjie wisely decided to drop the matter.  But Matt made the
mistake of trying to appeal to his mother.  Who was having
none of it.  "Matthew, she said, "you know we don't allow
asking one of us for something after the other said no.  You
have a minor.  Which counts as a misconduct."

Matt began crying as his dad said, "right, you heard your
mother.  Get that shirt off now."  Matt finished pulling his
shirt off just as the car entered Aunt Kathy's driveway. 
Everyone but Matt immediately stepped out.

The sight of the underpants clad Benjamin immediately drew a
crowd of giggling youngsters.  "Matt, out of the car, now,"
ordered his dad.  Not wanting any more penalties, Matt
quickly exited the car.

"Hey, that boy's naked!" Matt heard a girl about his age
shout to her companions.  "How come they don't have clothes
on?" she asked.

Matt was mortified to hear his mom answer, "they're being
punished.  The younger one is getting a spanking as soon as
we're inside.  The older one, if he's not careful, will lose
his briefs and also get a spanking."

Both boys blushed furiously at these pronouncements.  "Mom,"
protested Benjie, "please, you're embarrassing us."

"That's the idea.  You're supposed to be embarrassed.  And,
you have a minor for protesting."

"Which," dad said, "counts as a major.  Briefs off!"

Reluctantly, Benjie stripped off his underpants.  His trim
half inch high pubic bush and developing genitals, at that
stage between little boy and teenager, were now exposed to
the onlooking laughing youngsters.  To Benjie's horror and
the audience's amusement, he immediately sprung an erection.

Benjie's mom pulled one of his mesh half shirts out of her
purse.  "Here, put this on," she instructed him.  We want
you in proper uniform for your cousins." Benjie took and
donned the shirt.  A suspicion stated to form in his mind
that his parents had pre-planned the day's events.  Why else
would his mom conveniently have his shirt in her purse?  

From the start of his bare bottom penalty, Matt, as was the
case with some preteen boys, had been hard almost as much as
he had been soft.  Typical for his age, Matt's erections
didn't usually bother him.  As long as everyone else ignored
them, so did he.  Being stiff only embarrassed him when
others deliberately called attention to his condition.

* * *

As the family started up the drive, Matt's penis rose,
perhaps to keep Benjie's companion.  At the front door, his
mom rang the doorbell.  Almost immediately, eleven year old
Linda answered the door.  "Hi, Aunt Barbara, Uncle Ted, come
on in."

Linda couldn't help staring at Benjie and Matt, especially
their aroused organs. "Hey, Betty," she called to her
thirteen year old sister, "you have to come see this. 
Benjie and Matt are bare ass buck naked.  And they have
boners!"  This last statement deepened the blushes of both
boys.

Betty came into the room, followed by nine year old Peter,
Aunt Kathy, and Uncle Joe.  "As I told you on the phone," 
explained Matt's mom, these two are being punished.  As soon
as we get settled, Matt's bottom is going to be even redder
than his face is now.  And it won't take much more from
Benjie for his butt to get the same medicine."

"Well, don't let us stop the festivities.  I do thank you
for the lesson the boys are giving the girls."

"What on earth do you mean," asked Matt's mom, "certainly
they've seem naked boys before."

"Yes," replied Aunt Kathy, "they've seem Peter many a time,
and him them."

"But, not me anymore, now that I'm a teenager," said Betty. 
"It's a family rule." 

"Which just might change," said Uncle Joe.  "After Matt's
been spanked, Kathy and I want to hear all about how your
penalty system works.  The way these three have been acting,
I think its time we try some new punishments."


"Dad, you wouldn't!" said Betty.  Linda and Peter just
shuffled their feet nervously.  With two naked boys standing
in front of them, neither liked the direction this was going
in.

"You bet your butt we would," said Aunt Kathy, "and we are. 
Barbara, what I'm thanking you for is that this is the first
time the girls have seem a naked teenage boy.  Or an erect
penis on other than a little boy.  For that matter, Peter
doesn't get hard that much when naked."

It was Peter's turn to blush.  "Mommy, please, do you have
to talk about my willy in front of everyone?"

"I'll talk about any part of you I want, in front of anyone
I want.  I'm warning all three of you right now, your dad
and I have had it, we're not putting up with any more
backtalk, sassing, second guessing or misbehavior from any
of you."

"Mom's absolutely right about that," Uncle Joe told his
children.  "Peter, you didn't like your mother talking about
your willy.  Well, that's too bad, young man.  For
complaining, you're to strip out of all your clothes this
minute.  You can just show everyone that willy of yours you
don't like us talking about."

Aunt Kathy added, "Complain some more, and you'll be spanked
good."

* * *

Sniffling, Peter began removing his clothing.  He didn't
bother protesting his fate, fearful of the consequences of
doing so.  Long before he was completely naked, the girls
were all smirking.  They were enjoying having three naked
boys to gawk at while they themselves remained fully
clothed.  

At this point, Matt's dad said, "Benjie, what major penalty
do you want?"

Benjie told his dad, "bare bottom."  The way he figured, if
he took the spanking, he would have to stay bare assed for
the next four hours anyway. By not choosing a spanking, he
would have to stay bare bottomed for the next eight hours. 
They would probably leave for home in about five hours. 
After four hours of showing off his glory to his relatives,
another hour wasn't going to make that much difference.  So
why take the pain of a spanking to avoid the extra hour of
exposure?

"Right, bare bottom for eight hours it is.  I think it's
time we start the fireworks on Matt's behind."

"Matt has a misconduct," explained his mom.  "That means
being completely naked for twelve hours. It also means being
spanked by hand and by these," she said as she pulled the
spanking ruler and the hairbrush out of her purse.

Seeing his mother pull out the spanking implements, Benjie
was now sure his parents, with Aunt Kathy and Uncle Joe, had
planned all this, knowing they could always find reasons to
call penalties. The idea probably was to impress his cousins
with what they could expect if they didn't shape up.  At
least he wasn't still sporting a boner.  Neither was Matt or
Peter.

"How many spanks, Aunt Barbara?" asked Linda.

"Twice his age with my hand, than the ruler, than the
brush."

"That's sixty altogether," blurted out Betty.  Doing the
math, she quickly calculated that if it had been Benjie
being spanked, he would had received a total of eighty-four. 
Being the same age as her oldest male cousin, she could
expect the same from her parents.  Maybe she better get rid
of those cigarettes hidden in her room. 

"You're correct," said Matt's mom.

"Barbara," Uncle Joe asked his sister, "won't Matt's bedtime
come before his twelve hours are up?"

"For any penalty, if time isn't up by bedtime, that person
has to go to bed in their penalty uniform," explained
Barbara.  "Underpants for a minor, bare bottom for a major,
naked for a misconduct.  From bedtime to breakfast the next
morning doesn't count as time served.  Neither does anytime 
that person has to be dressed, such as for church or
school."

"Matt, over here now," ordered his dad, who was seated on
the couch.  "It's time to get this spanking going."

Matt reluctantly shuffled over to his dad.  He was quickly
positioned over his father's lap.  Without warning, the
first spank landed on his left check, causing Matt to yelp. 
In rapid succession the remaining nineteen hand spanks
rained down on his buttocks.  Before the hand spanking was
half over, Matt was kicking his legs and sobbing.  After the
twentieth spank, Matt was displaying a very pink behind.

"I hope you learn your lesson from this," Matt's dad said as
he commenced spanking with the ruler.  This was a sturdy
fifteen inch long, quarter inch thick wood office ruler. The
ruler quickly turned Matt's sobs into a continuous loud
crying.

When this phase of the spanking was complete, Matt's cousins
were impressed with the red color of his bare bottom.  They
resolved, especially the already naked Peter, to avoid doing
anything to earn a similar fate. 

Matt's dad put him back on his feet.  Matt's hands shot back
to his bottom.  "Hands behind you head," ordered his dad. 
"I want each of you other kids to come up here and feel
Matt's bottom.  So you'll know what a well spanked bottom
feels like."

To Matt's acute embarrassment, each of the other five
children took turns doing exactly that.  The three cousins
were amazed at how hot the ten year old's behind was. 
Jessie took delight in tormenting her brother by rubbing her
hand all over his butt.  While putting his hand on Matt's
bottom, Benjie suffered the embarrassment of another
erection.

All three girls started making teasing comments about
Benjie's state of arousal.  "Girls," said his mom, "we don't
make fun of what another's body does.  It's natural for boys
to get erections.  Benjie didn't do anything to cause it,
and so doesn't need to be embarrassed by you."

"Jessica," said her dad, "you know our rule is to ignore the
boys' erections.  You've earned a minor young lady.  Either
you stay in just your panties for the next three hours or
you take a bare bottom spanking.  By the time Matt's
hairbrushing is over, I want you ready."

"Betty, Linda, that also goes for you two." said Aunt Kathy.

"But, but," Betty started to sputter.

"No arguing, or you will most definitely get a bare bottom 
spanking," said Betty's father.

"Matthew," ordered his dad, "go over to your mom for your
hairbrushing."  The still crying youngster made his way over
to his mother's chair.  She already had the hairbrush out. 
This was no wimpy plastic drugstore brush.  Rather, it was
an old fashioned thick wooden oval brush.  It had been in
Barbara's family for three generations now, and had always
been exclusively used for punishing the bare behinds of the
naughty.


It didn't take long for Matt's mom to have him positioned to
her satisfaction over her lap.  "Matt," she said, "you've
been asking for this all day.  Now, you're going to get your
wish."  With that, the hairbrush started its work.  Each
stroke reddened Matt's bottom more.  It wasn't long before
he was kicking wildly and emitting a continuous loud
howling.  Matt's mom didn't mind the kicking, as long as his
legs didn't block her target.

Finally, it was over.  Matt, his backside a deep crimson
color, pranced about wildly, wailing as if he was being
murdered.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed little Peter, shocking everyone in
the room, "look at his ass!"

"Peter," his mother sternly but calmly said, "we won't have
that kind of language in this house.  You're getting the
same spanking Matt just did.  And the same twelve hours
naked."  Having passed sentence, Peter's mom produced her
own ruler and hairbrush from a bag in the corner of the
room.  This left no doubt in Benjie's mind that the four
parents had orchestrated all the happenings of this day.  He
strongly suspected that before day's end, all six of their
ends would be red, hot and sore.

* * *

The girls had made their decisions.  All three were clad in
just their panties.  Betty was as sensitive as Jessie about
showing her young breasts.  But after seeing what Matt had
to endure, neither had any desire for a hot seat of their
own.

Linda, whose breasts had just started developing a few weeks
ago, did not yet have a shyness about their being seem.  She
did know, however, that she didn't want to show her privates
off, like the boys were doing.  Besides, now way, no how,
was she going to take a spanking.  Not after witnessing
Matt's.  Unfortunately for Linda, her mom thought otherwise.

"Linda, your teacher called yesterday," her mom informed the
eleven year old.  "As I said a little while ago, we will not
tolerate smart mouthing and back talking.  Panties off,
you're getting the same as your brother."

The now crying and red faced Linda lowered and stepped out
of her panties.  Now she was as naked and exposed as the
boys.  Having not yet grown any pubic hair, her genitals
were clearly visible to all.

"Barbara," asked Kathy, "can Joe borrow your ruler and hair
brush?  I want to have both spankings at the same time."

"But, of course he can," replied Barbara.


"Okay, you two, listen up.  Same rules as Aunt Barbara's. 
Twice your age by hand, by ruler and than by hairbrush. 
Linda, go stand by your dad.  He's going to give you your
hand spanks.  Peter, you stand by me."

In short order, both preteens were positioned for their
spankings to begin.  Which they promptly did.  The room
resounded with the sounds of hands striking bare bottoms and
the resultant cries of the two siblings.

After the hand spankings ended, both pink bottomed
youngsters were set upright.  Like Matt, they both quickly
reached back to rub their behinds."

"None of that," roared their father.  "Hands stay off
behinds, and fronts too."  This last statement was intended
mostly as insurance, neither Peter or Linda had yet made any
attempt to cover up.  "Now, Linda you go to your mother,
Peter you come here."

Once more the two children found themselves over parental
laps for a spanking.  This time with a ruler.  Time after
time the rulers descended onto bare behinds, setting off
loud crying and wild kicking.  By the last few spanks, cries
had turned into a howling.  When the parents finished
spanking, both bottoms felt hot enough to cook on.

Once more, brother and sister found themselves standing and
bawling their eyes out.  "Now," their mom said, "switch
places again.  Let's see if the hairbrush can teach you
anything."

Positioned over a parent's lap for the third time, the
hairbrushing of the two miscreants began. Uncontrollable leg
kicking and an ear splitting wailing accompanied the
absolute agony of each smack.  The heat, not to mention the
pain, in their bottoms rose to an unbearable degree.

As suddenly as it had began, the hairbrushing ended.  Peter
and Linda danced around, howling, like two maddened
banshees.  It took all their willpower not to reach back and
attempt to soothe their burning butts.

Benjie had been mesmerized by the stereo spankings.  To his
distress, however, his penis was once more pointing skyward.
Not wanting any more attention visited upon his stiff organ, 
he clamped his hands over his genitals.  His mother
immediately noticed.

"Benjamin," said his mom, "you know covering up is not
allowed.  Another minor for you, which counts as a
misconduct."

"Okay, son," his dad said, "shirt off.  Your twelve hours
naked starts now, but I think we'll wait a bit on the
spanking.  Mom and I want to rest our arms first."

"I think it's going to be a double spanking," said Aunt
Kathy.  "Betty," she continued, "Mrs. Larsen called me this
morning.  She said she saw you and Carolyn smoking at the
mall."

Betty started to put up a defense, "She's mistaken, mom, it
wasn't me." 

"Oh yes it was," replied her mother, "Nancy's mom told me
the same thing."  Producing a pack of cigarettes from under
her seat, she said, "Also, this morning when sorting the
laundry, I found these in your dirty clothes."

Betty knew her fate was sealed.  She had hidden the
cigarettes in a pocket of her winter coat, hanging unused in
her closet.  The cigarettes must have fallen from the coat
into her dirty clothes hamper.

"In our house," Betty's Uncle Ted said, "that would be a
misconduct for sure."

"All right, young lady," Betty heard her dad pronounce, "off
with those panties.  Immediately."       

"You'll be spanked at the same time as Benjie, and the same
way," Betty's mother informed her.

"Well, looks like it's going to be a triple play," said
Matt's mom.  "Jessica, I was at the library yesterday.  Mrs.
Hathaway told me how you and your friends insist on talking,
popping gum, and generally annoying everyone."

"That's a major, young lady," her dad stated.  "What's the
rule about a major after a minor?"

"It counts as a misconduct," Jessie meekly replied.

"Right, panties off. Like your brothers, you're naked for
twelve hours.  You will be spanked with Benjie and Betty."

"Well, these three are also going to be naked for at least
twelve hours, and probably longer," said Jessie's Aunt
Kathy.

* * *

Almost an hour had passed when Benjie's mom announced, "I
think it's time to get this show started."

"Benjamin," his dad said, "go stand by your mother. 
Jessica, you come by me."

"Betty, stand by your father, please," ordered her mom. 
"Okay everyone, positions."  With that, three bare bottoms
were positioned over three sets of parental laps. "On my
count.  One. Two. Three. Spanks away!"

The hand spankings started.  Twenty-six stinging burning
spanks each for Benjie and Betty.  Twenty-two for the
younger Jessie.  The room reverberated with the sound of
bare hands striking bare buttocks.  As with the previous
spankings of the day, leg kicking and crying abounded. 
Finally, the fusillade ended.  Each child regained the floor
displaying bright pink behinds.  Tears were running down all
three faces.

Jessica's mother almost immediately repositioned her. 
Instantly, the ruler started its punishing tattoo on
Jessie's bottom.  Crying became howling, than a steady
wailing.  The redder Jessie's butt became, the more
energetic her leg kicking became.  To her relief, the final 
spank finally landed.  The ruler ceased its torturing of her
behind.

"Jessie, go to your father," her mother ordered.  "Benjie,
you come here."

"Betty, to your mother," said her dad.

To the amusement of the three earlier spanked preteens, the
triple feature spanking of their siblings continued.  In
unison, rulers welded  by avenging mothers set ablaze
Benjie's and Betty's bare bottoms.  Jessie's backside feared
no better from the hairbrush her father was using.  Non-stop
howls and yelps demonstrated that the rulers were indeed
doing a most effective job.  The hairbrush produced outright
screaming from Jessie.  If, anything, the leg kicking was
even more furious than any that had proceeded.

After what to the three chastised youngsters seemed an
eternity, this part of their spankings ended.  Betty and
Benjie had bright cherry red bottoms.  Jessie was dancing
around with a rear end as crimson as those that Matt, Peter
and Linda had exhibited earlier. 

Benjie and Betty went to their fathers to receive their
hairbrushings.  In no time at all, the hairbrushes were
delivering steady doses of a pure searing agony.  As with
the other four spankings of the day, a steady wailing soon
replaced the howling.  Toward the end, a few screams were
heard from both youngsters.   In due course, the twenty-
sixth and final spank mercifully landed on each teen's
extremely well spanked behind.

They left their fathers' laps with rears more crimson, more
sore, more hot than any of the other children had received. 
Like the younger ones, neither Betty nor Benjie could avoid
dancing around, still singing a discordant song of
unbearable pain.

*  *  *

Several hours later, six naked and still sore bottomed
children sat gingerly on the hard dining room tables, eating
dinner.  Each had resolved to never, ever again earn a
penalty, not even a minor.  Each realized that there was no
way that they would be able to keep these resolutions, no
matter how hard they tried.

Benjie took comfort in having been proven correct.  Clearly,
without a doubt, the four parents had planned the whole
thing.

Matt was happy that he would not be the only naked kid in
the car for the trip home.

All six kids were simply glad that, at least for this day,
the spankings were over.

And the parents, they took satisfaction in knowing that
lessons had been well taught that day.


Nialos Leaning
"A red face, a red bottom,
 a lesson well learned"