Three Short Spanking Stories

[OnTheBare]

Father/Daughter Punishment

There I was fresh out of the shower, naked as the day I was born. The steam had completely fogged the bathroom mirror. I had the hair dryer in one hand and a brush in the other. Dad stormed into the bathroom (in 15 years I’d never locked the bathroom door). He was so angry he could hardly speak. His eyes were stone cold, and he was breathing hard. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me over to my bed. I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to say. When he sat on the bed and pulled me down across his knees, I realized then what was about to happen.

Whack! Whack! I felt his broad hand sting my bare ass. I was totally embarrassed. Dad had never seen me completely naked like this before. I remember trying to cover my ass with my hand to get him to stop, but he grabbed my arm and pinned it to my back.

Whack! Slap! My legs were flailing now. I squirmed and wriggled trying to escape his firm grip, but Dad was too strong for me. He had complete control of my entire body with one hand. These were not random slaps I felt on my bare skin either. He’d hit one cheek until it was blistered, then switch to the other.

When he blurted out “Spread your legs!” I cried, mostly out of fear. Believe me, the tears were real. Then I felt his stinging hand on my upper thighs. I thought I felt pain before, but now I was losing complete control of my limbs. Slap! Whack! I tried to get away, but every time I turned, or rolled, or put my hand in the way, Daddy’s spankings would get even harder.

“I told you to spread your legs!” he said again, then hit my right cheek hard. I spread my legs as far as they would go. He spanked my inner thighs. I yelped. I’d close my legs involuntarily from the pain; he’d peel them apart and spank my inner thighs again. Like a damn puppy, I yelped. Now I was sorry. I just didn’t know what for.

“I’ll give you an hour to think about this,” he said, “then we’ll get together again!” I couldn’t speak. I was sobbing uncontrollably and gasping for air. I curled up on the bed, and he left the room.

After about twenty minutes, I settled down and noticed my reflection in the mirror across the room. I slowly got off the bed, walked over to the mirror, and turned around to examine my entire backside. My ass was blistered red and even blue in a few places. The backs of my legs were as red as my ass. My inner thighs were still stinging from the punishment.

I finished drying my hair and put on some clothes. Dad came back about an hour later. We talked. He’d found out that I’d been sleeping with Johnny Henderson - and he didn’t want me seeing Johnny again. He lectured me about being only 15 years old, and I was too young to be sleeping with any boy. He said if he ever caught me with Johnny again, he’d use the belt. I decided to be a good little girl.

Boyfriend/Girlfriend Spanking

There I was sitting on the couch in the Henderson’s living room. I had been seeing Johnny for about a month - without my Dad’s knowledge, of course. His parents were gone for the evening, and both of us were ignoring whatever was on the television. It was the night before my sixteenth birthday, and that “good little girl” attitude was the furthest thing from my mind. We were French kissing while taking off each other’s clothes. As soon as he took off his shirt, I started stroking his chest. I could feel myself getting excited.

“Look!” I joked with him. “Your nipples get hard, too!” We both laughed. He pulled off his jeans while I got down to my panties. I pulled the waistband of his underwear away from his body and peeked down between his legs.

“Something else is getting hard,” I said. I freed his cock from the cotton briefs and gently fondled his balls. I put my mouth around the head of his cock and heard him moan with pleasure. I stroked his shaft with my lips. I thought about making him cum in my mouth, but then the whole thing would be over. I paused a moment when I felt him pull at my panties.

“I know what you can give me for my birthday,” I said. I stuck the head of his cock back in my mouth and sucked on it a few more times. I had his full attention now. “I need a spanking!” I felt a tingle up and down my spine as the words came out of my mouth. He was reluctant at first. So, I bent myself over his knees.

“I’ve been a very naughty girl, Johnny - and I need a spanking!” I pleaded. He spanked my behind a few times, but the slaps were not hard enough. I kneeled on the floor in front of him, intending to give him a lecture on proper spanking techniques, but I soon found myself describing the scene in my bedroom with my father several weeks earlier. Johnny got so excited by my story that he immediately pulled me back across his knees.

He yanked my panties down to my knees and gave me several swift whacks with the palm of his hand. This time they were much harder. He paused for a moment to pull my panties all the way off. When he said, “Spread your legs!” I knew why and instantly obeyed. I felt his fingers probing between my legs, and I moaned with pleasure.

“Your pussy is soaking wet!” he said. I was so excited, I couldn’t contain myself. I wanted his fingers inside me; I wanted his cock inside me; I wanted to feel his stinging hand on my ass.

“Spank me, Johnny!” I moaned again.

Whack! Whack! I felt his hand sting my bare ass. The excitement erupted through my entire body. Whack! Slap! My legs were flailing now. I squirmed and wriggled, and Johnny spanked me even harder. I gave him complete control of my body. I felt his stinging hand on my upper thighs. Slap! Whack! I spread my legs as far as they would go. He spanked my inner thighs. I yelped.

My body shuddered with an orgasm like I’ve never felt before. Johnny rolled me over onto the bed and rammed his cock deep inside my pussy. He pounded in and out, in and out - and I must have come at least two or three more times before he exploded. We both collapsed on the bed.

“Happy birthday!” he said. I’ll never forget it.

Girl’s School Discipline

Dad found out about my meetings with Johnny. Just as he promised, he gave me a belt whipping worse than ever. I had welts on my ass for days. Just to make sure that I wouldn’t see Johnny again, Dad sent me to an out-of-state boarding school for girls. Ms. Dommer was the principal. It didn’t take me long to get on her list of incorrigibles.

I spent many hours in Ms. Dommer’s office. About three months into the school year, I’d had enough of rules and school uniforms; she would tolerate no more of my “unruly” behavior - and once again, there I was sitting in the principal’s office.

“I think we’ve talked enough!” she said. She pulled a paddle out of the desk drawer and walked around to where I was sitting. “Stand up!” She was firm with the order. I knew what was coming, and wasn’t about to just present myself to her. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet.

“I expect you to follow instructions!” Her eyes went directly to my skirt. I knew this was serious and started to complain, but she warned me and pointed with a finger. “Bend over the desk!” I still had a few books in my arms, but she took those from me, put them on the desk, then forced me down over them. I was on my stomach with my arms completely stretched out across the desk.

“You can’t do this, Ms. Dommer!” I protested, but she was determined. I knew my father had given permission to the school to discipline me in whatever ways they saw fit. Ms. Dommer enjoyed that authority. She lifted my skirt above my waist.

“You are going to stay precisely in this position!” she instructed. “If you move, the punishment will only get worse.” She tapped the wooden paddle against my rear end. “I will give you 10 whacks, and you will count each one - do you understand?” I nodded silently.

Whack! The first crack of the paddle nearly lifted me off my feet.

“One!” I mumbled. My instincts took over, and I immediately started to rub my sore behind.

“You now will be receiving eleven!” she said. “Put your hand back on the desk.” Whack! Whack! Despite the extreme force of the blows, I desperately fought the urge to move my hands. I counted each hit, as she had instructed. This was only the third hit, and already my ass was getting numb. Tears started streaming down my face and onto the desk.

Whack! Whack! Now I was sobbing. Ms. Dommer knew that I’d missed a count.

“Don’t you move an inch!” she said. Then I felt her tugging at my panties. She pulled them all the way down to the floor. “Your bottom is very red - and it must be sore.“ I felt her hand lightly rubbing my ass - which I thought was very strange behavior for a principal. Suddenly I felt her fingers between my legs.

“What?!” I muttered, a bit annoyed.

“I think you kinda like this,” she said. I felt one of her fingers slowly stroke the slit of my pussy. “The crotch of your panties is soaked!” She paused, and gently pushed a finger up into me - “and so are you!”

She was right. I could feel the sensations building between my legs. Ms. Dommer could easily push her finger in and out of my wet pussy. I stayed bent over the desk and let her play with my clit for several minutes. It felt so good!! After that, she alternated between fingering my pussy and giving my ass a sharp whack with her hand.

“I want you to cum for me, Child!” she said. Whack! “We will continue this spanking . . .” Whack! “. . . until you learn to cum!” Whack! “Is that clear?” Her fingers pounded deep into my pussy.

“Yes, Ma’am!” I shuddered. My body erupted with sweeping muscular contractions. Ms. Dommer withdrew her hand from between my legs and returned to the opposite side of the room. I remained bent over the desk, motionless except for my heavy breathing.

“I think you’ve learned a valuable lesson today,” she said. “Take your books and return to class!” I slowly pulled my panties back up, straightened my dress, and picked up my books. I left Ms. Dommer’s office knowing that I would probably be back for more - and it would probably happen again very soon.