From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Rebecca's Spanking (fM, spanking, bdsm)
Date: 25 Apr 1996 21:09:29 GMT

			  Rebecca's Spanking
				  by
			       Rebecca

	My younger brother, Bobby, and I were raised by very loving,
caring, tolerant, but very strict parents. Rules were rules, and were
meant to be obeyed. Enforcement was by means of a paddling. When I was
very small it was just a few taps on the behind with a ruler, but as I
grew older they gradually increased in severity until by the time I
was twelve they were real scorchers.

	But it was the way they were done that excited me so and
formed my sexual preferences as they are today. We had to completely
undress and kneel on the edge of the bed with our head down on a
pillow while an explanation was given of why we were being punished.
Now nudity was never a big deal at our house, we often visited a local
nudist club and stayed at others on vacations occasionally.

	But this was different, I was very excited by the thought that
Mom, Dad, and Bobby could see my pussy so plainly. I always kept my
knees a foot or so apart so everybody could get a good look.

	I would usually come on the second or third lick, but by half
a dozen I was screaming and crying.

	After ten, which was the most I ever got, I was sobbing into
that pillow like a baby. We had to stand in the corner, still nude,
for an hour or so after the spanking. I didn't like that part at first
but after my body started developing I enjoyed showing off. The pain
stopped after a few minutes but my ass would burn and sting for quite
a while.

	That's not all that was burning, as soon as my time was up I
would get to my room as quickly as possible, grab my cunt and squeeze,
and come instantly. The orgasm would almost knock me off my feet. Then
I would masturbate until my pussy was sore.

	Well, when I got to be eighteen years old Mom told me that I
was too old to spank anymore and that I would have to be responsible
for my own actions from then on. That put me in a hell of a pickle
because I sure couldn't explain to them that a good paddling now and
then was something I really looked forward to. I really think Mom
knew, or at least strongly suspected, that I was getting off on it,
but she had never said anything.

	I talked it over with my cousin Sue, and she agreed to paddle
me whenever I wanted her to. We tried it a few times, but even though
the sweet darling really put her heart and her biceps into it, it just
wasn't the same. I still like for her to give me a few licks while
she's giving me a few licks, but that's a different story for later
stories.

	After a few months my poor behind was begging for a
blistering, so I tried to talk to Dad about it. I told him that it was
unreasonable to expect an adolescent to magically change into an adult
overnight just because eighteen years had passed, and that I felt that
I still needed some guidance. He talked it over with Mom but it was
thumbs down.

	I had just about resigned myself to a humdrum, day to day
existence with a permanently pink, unscorched bottom, but about two
years later Mom and Dad were divorced and I saw my chance again. I set
about being the most obnoxious, bitchy creature possible, and Dad was
constantly on my case.

	When I felt the time was right I walked into his study wearing
only a robe and started provoking him again.

	He lit in to me and started ranting on about how such a sweet
little girl had turned into such an abominable adult. That's what I
had been waiting for. I started crying, dropped the robe, and lay face
down across his desk. "Please Daddy, I really need to be punished. I
just can't make it on my own." Well, he just sat back with a
thoughtful look on his face, and I kept the tears coming.

	After a minute or two he said, "Honey, I don't even know where
the paddle is anymore." I was ready for that too, I told him it was on
the top shelf in his bedroom closet. He just got up and walked out and
I stayed right where I was and tried to keep crying.

	I was so elated I really had to fake it. My heart was
pounding, I didn't know whether he was coming back or not. When he
came back in the door with that beautiful paddle in his hand I started
crying again, but this time they were tears of relief and eager
anticipation. I came with the first lick, I was like a starving woman
at a feast.

	He stopped after about ten like he had always done, but I
screamed at him, "No, Daddy, more. Please more!" He hit me twice more
and I came again. I screamed so loud that he stopped and told me that
that was all for now.

	It's a good thing he did I guess, my ass was absolutely on
fire. I stood up and walked over to the corner and stood facing the
wall. He said that I didn't have to do that, but I told him that I
wouldn't really feel punished if I didn't.

	He walked out and closed the door and I changed the rules a
little bit. Instead of waiting until I got back to my room I clutched
at my burning pussy right away. My orgasms were coming so fast and
hard that I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

	I also had to stuff my left hand in my mouth to stifle the
noise, and would you believe I actually drew blood in a couple of
places? Talk about a cripple, I was hobbling about for a couple of
days with a sore ass, an abraded cunt, and a bruised hand.