From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Weekly Punishment (mf, sm)
Date: 23 Sep 1996 20:50:57 GMT

		    A Family Punishment Tradition

	In my family, a great deal of emphasis was placed on doing
things as a family together. This included going to church, shopping,
meals and the normal family activities. As my sister and I became
teenagers, weekly punishment sessions were also held as a family unit.

	From the time that my sister and I were fourteen, we were each
required to keep a written log book of our behavior during the week.
Each night following dinner, a family discussion was held at which
time transgressions were recorded in the log. Meritorious behavior
which would offset transgressions were also recorded. Every Sunday
night a family discipline session would be conducted. This consisted
of reviewing the logs my sister and I kept followed by appropriate
punishment.

	After the end of dinner, after the dishes were cleared, my
father would tell us to go upstairs, take a bath, and get dressed for
bed. We were then to report to the living room with our log books in
hand.

	My mother and father would be seated at the couch waiting for
us. We were required to stand in front of the coffee table upon which
lay the strap that we would be punished with. I was two years older
than my sister, so they would begin with me first. Each of us would
read all of the entries in the book for the past week. A week never
went by without at least one entry in the book.

	After we had recited our misdeeds my mother would ask my
father to discipline us. My father would announce how many strokes of
the strap we would receive. Normally to strokes per infraction. I
never recall more than 25 strokes at one of our punishments.

	My mother would then move to a straight backed chair in the
center of the room and sit down. I was then to stand in front of her
where she could reach me. She would say discipline is important in
life to ensure you exercise proper judgment and learn right from
wrong, you are about to receive your weekly lesson. She would reach
out and untie the drawstring on the waist of my pajamas, and lower
them to my ankles. I was required to stand with my hands at my side
with my genitals exposed and my bottom bare in full view of my mother
and sister. I was then to bend over and place my head in my mother's
lap and wrap my arms around her waist. She would wrap her arms around
me and say to my father, "Mark is ready for a lesson in obedience,
please give it to him."

	My father would get up and pick up the strap which he would
double up in his hand. He would move around behind and lift the tail
of my pajama shirt well up on my back. He would announce how many
strokes I was to receive and ask me if I was ready. I would respond
that I was ready and the punishment would begin. My father would raise
the strap in his hand almost to the ceiling and bring it down with
full force across my bared backside. He was very methodical and would
work from my buttocks to the backs of my knees and back again until
the necessary strokes had been meted out. My mother would have to
struggle to hold me in place. My entire backside would be striped red.

	He would then tell me to stand next to my sister and witness
her lesson.

	My sister would then stand in front of mother who would tell
her what she had told me. The bottoms of her pajamas would be lowered
to her ankles and she would bend over the same way I had. I am sure it
must have been embarrassing to her for my and my father to see her
pubic region and bare buttocks. "Susan is ready for her lesson in
obedience, please give it to her," my mother would say to my father.
He would then move behind her, raise the back of her pajama top well
up her back out of the way. He would announce how many strokes she was
to receive and when she was ready commence with her strapping.

	As each stroke of the strap fell, a red stripe would appear
across her buttocks or thighs depending upon where the stroke had
landed.

	After about the tenth stroke, she would fall forward over my
mother's lap and begin to kick her feet as each stripe landed. My
father would show her no mercy. We were each chastised equally.

	When he had finished he would tell her to stand next to me.

	We would be asked if we had learned our lesson, of course we
always said yes sir. He would then say, "I hope you remember this
during the next week, and act accordingly, you may now go to your
rooms and go to bed." I would go get in bed and usually found that
masturbating helped me forget about the hurt.

	When I was older, my sister confessed that she did the same. I
wonder what would have happened had be been caught.