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From: mrmcspank@aol.com (Mr McSpank)
Reply-To: mrmcspank@aol.com (Mr McSpank)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Story M/f non-con child spanking
Date: 9 Jun 1995 02:10:32 -0400
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This story is fiction. It concerns the spanking of a young girl. If
you
are one of the folks who is offended by such material, please do not read
the
story, or comment. For the rest of you, I would like to add that Kathy
made
excellent grades in school, graduated from college, went to law school,
and is
now a state court judge. She never used drugs, never had a child before
she
was married, and never participated in a drive-by shooting. She is now
raising
two young ladies of her own, who, like their mother, are familiar with
their
Great GranDad's strop and hairbrush.
Jack
Kathy's Late Night Lesson
Kathy's Dad was out of town. He was not due back until late next
week. This was the first time Dad had been out of town for as long as she
could recall. This was like a vacation for Kathy. Her Dad was an old
fashioned type of Dad. He had strict rules and he made sure Kathy knew
about
them. He would lay the rules down saying "as long as you live under
*this*
roof young lady, you will do as I tell you to do," as he pointed towards
the
ceiling.
Her Dad had his way of dealing with her when she broke one of his
rules. He felt that he had been raised well by his parents. When he and
his two
sisters were growing up GranDad had his own set of rules for life under
his
roof. GranDad had a razor strop and an old black wooden hairbrush.
GranDad was a firm believer in spanking. Growing up, Kathy had heard many
of the stories that Dad and her Aunts had told about the trips down into
the
basement with GranDad for a "talk."
GranDad had passed away ten years ago when Kathy was six. A few
days after the funeral, she was with her parents while they were cleaning
out
and packing up GranDad's things. She saw her Dad take the old hairbrush
and
razor strop down from the hooks on the wall at the bottom of the basement
stairs. She took a big gulp when she heard Dad telling Mom that this was
the
strap and hairbrush that GranDad had spanked them with as children.
Kathy knew about spankings. Her Dad had given her several of them
during that past year. But with an evil looking hairbrush or that awful
strap......no way!!! Dad's spankings had always been short and sweet.
He
would just lead her off to a private place where he would flip her over
his knee,
lift her dress and give her little panty covered bottom ten or twelve firm
swats.
It upset her more than it hurt. The spankings started with a scolding
which
went on all through the spanking and did not end until his loving hug
after the
spanking ended. One thing was for sure, when it was over the tears would
be
flowing down her face as she told Dad just how sorry she was and how good
she was going to be.
Kathy felt the butterflies flutter in her stomach when she heard Dad
tell
her Mom not to pack the strap and brush. He told her that he might need
them
and to leave them out. Kathy remembered watching Dad carry them out to the
car when they were loading up to head home. She did not like what she was
thinking......but no way.....he would *never* use those things on her!!!
Kathy didn't see the implements again for four years. She had just
turned ten. Report cards came out and hers was BAD. Her grades were
very
poor, but it was that note on the back of the report card that had her so
shook
up. The note told how she never did her homework, did not pay attention
in
class. The note went on to tell about the way she was back talking the
teachers and just a smartmouth kid. The note ended with a warning that
Kathy
might be expelled from school if things did not change.
Kathy gave the report card to her Mom when she came home. Her
Mom just started to cry and told Kathy to leave the report card on the
table
and to go to her room to wait for her Dad to come home. In lieu of going
to
her room, Kathy ran and clicked on the TV and sat down on the floor in the
center of the living room. Her Mom warned her that her Dad would be home
soon and that if she were smart she would do as told and go to her room.
Kathy's response was to roll over onto her stomach, prop her chin up on
her
hands and point the soles of her shoes up. Her Mom continued to cry and
went out back to sit on the porch.
The news was just starting and Chet Huntley was broadcasting the
day's bad news about Vietnam when she heard the garage door open and Dad's
car pull in. As her Dad stepped into the kitchen from the garage, Kathy
was
quick to greet him. "Hi, Daddy!" she said as she ran up and gave him a
welcome home hug.
"Hi, Princess, where is your Mom?" He asked as he released her from
his hug.
"Uh um......well.....I think she's out back," she answered as she
started
changing the TV channels. There were only three channels except for the
Spanish one and the news was on all three of them.
As Dad went out back, she turned the TV off and turned on Dad's
prized High Fi. She started playing a Beatles album. She turned it up
loud and
started dancing around the room. She was not watching what was going on
out back.
Dad was holding Mom in his arms. Mom was still crying. After a
while he got her calmed down and then she started telling him all about
the
report card and the note.
Dad started to complain to Mom about the way she let Kathy get away
with things and never punished her. "Why do you tell her wait till your
Dad
gets home? Why don't you do something?"
"She won't mind me Hon, she won't do anything I tell her to do. She
just talks back to me and looks at me like I am nuts. I told her to go to
her
room.........she went and started watching TV. I just don't know what to
do
with her!" she whined to Dad.
"Well.......I know just what to do to her. Something I should have
done to her before and something you need to learn how to do to her. I am
going to blister her butt. Where is Dad's hairbrush?" he asked as he
stood up
with his hands on his hips.
"Hon, it's on the top shelf of the hall closet. That's where we put
it and
that awful looking strap when we brought them home years ago. I've never
moved them. I'm sure they are still up there," she responded. "You are
not
really going to spank her with that hairbrush, are you?" She asked as he
turned
to go back into the house.
"You bet your ass I am going to spank her with it. I am going to do
more than that with it....I am going to flat wear her out with it. And
you need
to watch and learn how to do it yourself. If we are ever going to get a
handle
on that young lady, it's going to take both of us," he told Mom as he
opened
the door.
Mom just sat down and started crying again. "No, Hon, I can't spank
her - I can't even watch - I love her - she is my babbyyyyyyy!"
"Baby, Hell," Dad barked as he opened the door and stepped inside the
room. Dad's eyes quickly glued to the High-Fi which blaring out "A Hard
Day's Night" as Kathy continued to dance. Like a bolt of lightning,
Dad's
hand reached to and snapped off the loud music.
"Where is that report card?" He asked as Kathy stopped dancing.
"It's on the kitchen table Dad, but please......don't be mad!" Kathy
pleaded, sitting nervously on the sofa.
"Don't be mad, hell......I am mad as hell. Have you seen your
mother,
you have broken her heart. I am fed up with you." He declared as he
looked
for the report card on the table.
"Where the hell is that damn report card?" He demanded, exasperated.
"It's not on the table - where is it, young lady?"
"It's on the table, Daddy - but it's under the fruit bowl," Kathy
answered.
"My God!!!!! I have never seen such a report card in my life. Did
you
read this note?" Dad demanded. He leaned up against the jamb of the
kitchen
door with a sick look on his face, shaking his head.
"Dad, the note's not true!!!! The teacher just doesn't like me. I
do my
homework and I never talk back. This is so unfair!!!!!! Dad, let me go
to
another school...Pleeezzzeeee. I hate that teacher....I hate her. She's
a witch."
Dad interrupted, "Kathy Jean, you are going to get the spanking of
your life, young lady. I haven't spanked you in over a year. I've tried
to reason
with you and talk to you, but nothing seems to work." Dad walked over to
the
hall closet and opened it. He reached up to the top shelf.
Kathy knew exactly what he was retrieving and began to protest,
"NOOOOO Dad, I am too old to spank. No one else my age is spanked.
This isn't fair!"
"Too old, Bull !!!! As long as you live under my roof and you get
out
of line, you are going to be spanked. And Princess, this is going to be a
spanking you will never forget." Dad pulled the dusty old hairbrush down
from the shelf and turned around to face his naughty little daughter.
Kathy's eyes were glued on that wicked- looking brush, and she
thought, My gosh - he is going to spank me with that brush. What am I
going
to do?
"Please Daddy - don't spank me!!! Not with that hairbrush!!!
NOOOOO!!!! Pleeezzzeeeeeee!!!!!!" She backed away with her hands
covering her bottom.
Dad walked forward with the brush in his right hand. He stopped
about a foot away and stood looking down at her.
"Did your Mom ask you to go to your room before I came home?" He
asked. "DID SHE???? Answer me, young lady!!!!"
"Yes, Daddy, but-"
"But nothing - your Mom told you to go to your room. You chose not
to mind her. Right?"
"Yes, Sir," she responded, looking at the floor.
"Okay, now *I* am telling you. Go to your room, young lady." He
ordered and pointed towards the hall with the hairbrush.
Kathy started to walk towards the hall when she heard his voice
again.
"Wait, come back over here."
Kathy stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. He was holding
the hairbrush in his extended hand. "Here, take this with you. Set it on
your
desk, we're going to need it. You have from now until bedtime to think
about
what is going to happen to you. Now take this brush and get to your
room.
Close the door and don't stick your head out. I'll be in at bedtime. I
will tell
you this, you are going to be one very sorry little girl," he finished,
placing the
brush in her hands.
The teras were running down her face as her small hand grasped the
hairbrush. Whimpering miserably, Kathy ran to her room.
She slammed the door as she entered and threw herself face down on
the bed. Tears were streaming from her eyes as she buried her burning
cheeks
in the bedspread. After a while she stopped crying and sat up on the bed.
She
was still holding the hairbrush in her hand. She hefted the brush and
tested its
weight. She smacked the brush into her open left hand. She didn't hit
hard,
but the sting was awful!
Kathy ran her hand over the flat wooden back of the hairbrush. It
was
so hard and smooth. She thought about how that brush was going to hurt
if
her Dad used it hard. "I bet he won't hit me too hard - or perhaps I can
talk
him into just using his hand - or not even spanking me at all," she
thought,
hopefully.
"Bedtime, huh? I know that bedtime is 9:30, but what time is it
now?
The news was starting when he came home. It's been almost two hours, so
it
must be about eight. Oh, no - that means 9:30 is only an hour and a half
from
now." She realized, as she laid the hairbrush down on her desk.
"What should I wear? Should I put on my PJs, or how about some
jeans? No, I will just keep my dress on - I think - gosh - I can't stand
this!"
Kathy thought as she walked to the door. She pressed her cheek to the
door
and tried to hear what Mom and Dad were talking about in the living room.
Mom was pleading her case. Dad was not hearing any of it. She heard
her Dad telling Mom that he would spank her every day if that was what it
took. She could clearly hear him tell her mother that she was *not* too
old to
spank, and that she never would be, as long as she lived in *his* home.
Mom
was not crying anymore and finally she just asked her Dad not to be too
hard
on her.
Kathy paced the floor. She would sit on the side of the bed for a
few
minutes and then jump back to her feet. She would put her ear to the door
and
listen, then start pacing again. She could hear the TV. "Gunsmoke" was
starting. "Oh my gosh - it's 9:00!"
The next half hour seemed like a year. She felt sick all over.
During
her wait she had thought of one hundred different things to say when Dad
came in - and now she couldn't even think of one of them. Kathy
despaired.
"This is the worst night of my life!"
Finally she knew it must be almost 9:30. She just sat on the bed,
wringing her little hands. Then the door opened, and her heart sank into
her
stomach as her Dad stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.
"Well, Princess, have you had a chance to think about things? "
"Pleeezzzzeeeee Daddy - I am going to be good - I will make good
grades and do what you and Mom tell me - pleeezzzeeeee, give me one more
chance - I will be a good girl - I promise - pleeezzzeeeee - I am sooo
sorry!"
"No, sweetie, it's too late for that, and you're not near as sorry as
you
are going to be. I plan to give you the spanking of your life. There's
no
talking your way out of this one, Princess." He walked over to her desk
and
picked up the hairbrush.
"NOOOOOO - Daddy - pleeezzzzeeee - not with the hairbrush! Use
your hand. Pleeezzzeeee!" Kathy begged, as the tears started to flow
again.
Her Dad did not say a word. He pulled the chair from her desk and
turned it around. He sat on the chair and set the brush on the nearby end
table.
"Okay, come here Kathy. Let's get this over with, young lady."
She stood there looking at her feet. She didn't move or say a word.
"I am not going to ask you again, now get over here!" Her Dad
commanded, pointing to the floor at his right side.
Slowly, she obeyed. As soon as she reached his side she felt his big
strong hand grasp her left hand. He pulled her over his lap and she felt
his left
arm wrap around her waist. His right hand reached for the hem of her
dress
and quickly drew it up to the small of her back. She felt him shift his
right
knee , raising her bottom to a perfect spanking position.
He picked up the hairbrush from the end table and gripped it firmly.
He
knew this hairbrush very well and he knew how much it could sting. He had
never forgotten how it hurt when his Dad had used it. The sounds of his
two
sisters screaming and crying while his Dad had spanked them was something
Kathy's Dad would always remember. Now he was going to recreate those
same sounds and with the same brush. Some things just never change.
"I want you to know that it hurts me to have to do this to you. You
know that, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy - I am so very sorry - pleeeezzzeeeeeee Daddy -
pleeezzeeeeee!" But her pleading was ignored, and the first stinging swat
of
that hairbrush landed on her right cheek. The brush struck her just where
the
bottom meets the thigh. THWACKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!! The sound filled the
room like a pistol shot.
"OWWWWWIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE......NOOOO!!!!" She screamed as
her hands flew back to cover and protect her bottom. The sting was the
worst
thing she had ever felt in her life. Upon impact, both of her legs had
sprung up
and the soles of her shoes were pointing at the ceiling.
Dad started to push her legs back down as he gave her the order,
"Move your hands."
He waited a few seconds for her to move them. She failed to do so.
Dad lifted the hairbrush for a second time and brought it down again.
This
time the brush landed on her right thigh just below her hand.
CRACKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!
"NOOOOO!!!!! Not there - awwwiiiieeeeeeeeeeee -
pleeeezzzeeeeeeeeee stoppp!!!!!!!!" She wailed. Her hands flew to the
freshly spanked spot and her legs flew back up.
"I told you to move your hand - and young lady - I meant it!" He
gathered her hands together and pinned them at the small of her back. He
then started to swat her bottom every few seconds. CRACKKKKKK....right
cheek. THWACKKKKKK.
left cheek.......SPLATTTTT....right cheek/thigh........SMACKKKK...right
cheek.
The sounds of the hairbrush smacking her bottom and her wailing could
be heard all over the house. She kicked, she cried, she twisted and she
screamed. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Too hard - stopppppp - it hurts!!!!!!!!!!!
Pleaaaazzzeee!!!!"
The spanking went on for three or four minutes. Dad never stopped
scolding her throughout. The noises were too much for her weeping mother,
who retreated to the back yard where the sound was at least slightly
muffled.
Finally Dad delivered his final spank. He held Kathy in place over
his
knee and warned her that she could expect to feel the hairbrush every time
she
acted up.
"You know next time it will be a bare bottom spanking, right? The
panties will be parked at your knees. Understand?" He demanded sternly.
"Yessssssssssss - pleeeezzeeeeee - I will never be bad again - you
will
see Daddy - pleeezzzeeeee." She continued to cry as he stood her on her
feet.
He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. He held her
tightly and told her how much he and her mother loved her. He gave her a
kiss
on her cheek and released her. "Then I guess you and I have an
understanding,
am I right?"
Kathy nodded quickly. "Yes, Daddy!"
He stood up and walked towards the door. "Okay. Go tell your Mom
how sorry you are - then get yourself to bed."
Kathy wasn't spanked again for over six months. It was during the
summer that she got into trouble again. Dad kept his word about the
panties,
too. That night he sent her to her room with the hairbrush as he had done
before, but this time he gave her different instructions.
"Princess, " he ordered, "I want you to go to your room and get your
jeans on down. Get the panties down, too. When I come in, I expect to
find
you bare bottommed and standing with your nose in that corner. You are
to
be holding the hairbrush in both hands at the small of your back. Now get
on
in there." He pointed to her room.
The spanking she got that night made the first one seem like a cake
walk. And her Dad gave her several more spankings over the following
years.
But now - Dad was out of town. She was free at last." Mom never
spanks," she thought...
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