Helping A Daughter Change Her Behavior

 

True Story - A Late Summer Gathering

     About three weeks ago, I received an invitation to an end-of-summer family gathering at a relative's home before the coming new school year.  I finally decided to go after some internal debate.  It is good to see everybody before the busy school year sets in, but sometimes these gatherings can become rather tiring after a while.
     Arriving and going inside, I found quite a crowd gathered, and I proceeded to catch up with my cousins around my age as we headed toward the food line.  After a good meal, we all sat around discussing various subjects, trips some had taken, school stuff, and various pastimes.  There were people there from young to old, and it gave everyone a chance to see the extended family before many went their separate ways during the school year.
     A couple of the younger gals, Judy and Barb, were especially boisterous as they, no doubt, were enjoying themselves before starting the upcoming school year.  I didn't mind their exuberance because they had good reasons to be excited, plus I remember my days not so long ago when I was about to enter those school grades and got a little noisy at times.  Anyway, it was good clean fun they were having, as I heard them in another room now.  I thought about leaving in a few minutes, but continued to talk with my aunts, uncles, and grandparents, at least for a little while longer.
     Suddenly, I heard an even louder commotion coming from the other room.  No problem--let them have their fun.  It doesn't bother me.  Then, I heard several female voices shouting, and then I heard mainly just two different voices above the clamor.  "No! . . .  No! . . .  No! . . .  No! . . . No! . . . ", they went on.  A few of us got up out of our chairs to see what all the hollering was about.  My view from the doorway gave me a shock; I didn't expect to see what I saw.  Usually, there's no drama to these get-togethers.  But this time it was different.
     By the time I looked through the doorway, a Grandmother of one of the gals and the Mother of the other gal were sitting down on two different benches across from each other.  I swallowed hard as I saw that each had a female cousin of mine across her lap, and just as I looked in, each cousin was getting her dress flipped up, and her underpants slipped down!  I stood dumbfounded, fearing what was going to happen next . . .  It didn't take long to see and hear what was taking place.  I saw Grandma's palm rise up and then come firmly down on Judy's bare bottom.  Slap!  Right away, the Mother raised her palm and brought it down on her daughter Barb's bare butt.  Slap!  What followed was a long series of steady slaps to both gals, one after the other.  Several other cousins were still in the room which had been filled with gaiety before all this drama started.  Evidently, the Mother and Grandmother had reached their boiling point.  What did the gals do to trigger this punishment?  Perhaps, it was something trivial, but by the end of summer, a certain stress had built up which called for some kind of release?
     Each of my two female cousins was held down firmly to the laps of their spankers.  Each was held down by a strong forearm, and no amount of kicking could jar them loose.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  The room was filled with the sounds of open palms meeting butt skin.  The gals were maturing and growing from when I last saw them.  Of course, I never saw them like this before!  On the right, Judy's face, framed by pigtails, was towards me and showed her anguish.  She was blubbering now like a baby.  Barb's butt was facing me to the left, and I could see her kicking and squirming around, trying to break free.  Her butt cheeks were developing nicely and offered a good target for her Mother's slapping open hand.  Both the Grandma and Mother eagerly spanked the gals, and soon their palms were rising and falling in unison, so that both bare butts were slapped at the same time.  This made for quite a sound.
     Most everyone else had left the area, but for some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off the "show" that had begun here that I had not expected.  I quietly moved around the doorway and into the room, squatting down and leaning against the wall, trying to be inconspicuous.  I felt sorry for my cousins, that they would be a part of this spectacle, but then again, I sympathized with their elders in meting out proper discipline for any perceived naughtiness.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!                         

Barb and Judy Get Good Spankings

Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  The spankings continued.  Barb's butt presented a rosy glow from the rhythmic encounter, and I could get a glimpse of Judy's butt as well, showing its own pink tones.  Both women went to town and seemed dedicated to correcting a younger person's behavior.  On and on it went with no sign of letup.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I had to admire these women's commitment to bringing up these two gals with old-fashioned discipline.  No amount of bawling and kicking would sway these women from their spanking mission.  Judy and Barb were getting their butts spanked good, alright, and I'm sure that it was for their benefit in the long run.  Surely, in years to come, they will look back and be glad these women cared enough about them to take time to lift their dresses, pull their underpants down, and deliver good, long spankings, don't you think?  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap! 
     This was all going through my mind, as I sat there intently staring at the activities before me.  I was smiling to myself, as I heard the distinct sounds of bare butts being slapped, as I saw two palms rising and falling onto bare butt cheeks.  I was smiling, because from what I could see, everything was as it should be--two caring women doing their duty in helping two young gals overcome naughty behavior.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!
     During this whole episode, amid the whimpering and bawling sounds, I could occasionally hear phrases from the spankers:  "This is for your own good!"  "I didn't want to have to do this!"  "This hurts me more than it does you!"  But mostly, I heard the sounds of steady, long spankings--the sounds that fill a room when two open palms come down and swiftly meet nice butts:  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!
     Suddenly, I was jarred out of my trance-like state, as it appeared that the spankings were over, with the gals underpants being pulled up and dresses smoothed down.  I stepped around and through the door opening, said a brief good-bye to those remaining, went out through the kitchen, and into my car.   I never did learn what infractions these gals committed, but that did not matter.  The important thing is that someone cared enough to help them learn right and wrong.  On my way home and then later into the night, I had much to think about.  The gathering had turned into something that I had not foreseen.  To think I almost had not gone.  Perhaps, I would be more inclined to go to the next family gathering.    
             
        
              

    

True Story - Scapegoat

     Besides dreaming about AndiPink or AndiLand late at night, I sometimes find myself dreaming about a few experiences that I went through in the past.  I had one such dream last night as I thought back to my days a few years ago in 12th grade.  My last class of the day was an english writing class.  My teacher's name was Ms. Leedy.  It was one of my favorite classes, not only because it was the last one before going home, but because I just liked the subject more than some others.  As far as teachers go, Ms. Leedy was a good one, and she appreciated those of us students who did not fool around in class, paid attention, and did their homework.  I received good grades from her and enjoyed going to parent-teacher meetings at school with my parents every few months to hear her tell my folks how good I was doing in her class.  Mrs. Leedy was fairly short, and attractive, I suppose, and she was in her early forties, but that did not interest me, as I was concentrating on the class and then thinking about heading home afterwards.
     Everything went well for the first few months of the school year.  Then, it seems two or three boys seated around behind me started to talk and act up in class more than usual.  I didn't pay them much attention, as I was seated ahead of them and paid attention to Ms. Leedy's lessons.  These boys were whispering and giggling off and on, but it didn't amount to much as far as I was concerned.   However, even these sounds eventually proved irritating to Ms. Leedy.  She would interrupt her lessons to stare in the boys' direction and state, "I must have quiet, please!  Pay attention!"  Or she would say, "Stop talking!  Focus!"  This went on for a couple of weeks after I first noticed it, and Ms. Leedy seemed to become more irritated by it.
     I sat somewhat near the center of the class of 23 students.  Because the problem boys were behind me, Ms. Leedy had to look right past me when she placed her attention to where the sounds were coming from.  As I looked ahead, she seemed to be staring right at me, but I knew that it was just an illusion because of where I sat.  "Quiet, please!", she insisted.  "No talking!"  It was a Friday, the day that stands out in my mind from this period of my school year.  Ms. Leedy had to stop class three or four times to admonish the boys who were making the sounds.  I liked school, but I was looking forward to getting out in a few minutes and having a good weekend with my family and friends.  A few minutes before the bell, as we were getting our books and notebooks put away, I heard Ms. Leedy say something that surprised me.  She mentioned my name when she stated, "Have a good weekend everybody!  Be sure to complete your homework!  See you all on Monday!"  Then, she continued,  "Allan, I need to see you after class, please."  As everyone else drifted out of the classroom, chattering amongst themselves, no doubt excited for the upcoming weekend away from school, I got my things together and apprehensively walked up to the front to Ms. Leedy's desk.  She was busy writing something on a pad, so I silently waited for her to notice me.  I wondered what she wanted with me, since she had never had me stay after school before.  I thought:  perhaps it was to praise me for some recent homework?  For being a good example in class?  Or maybe to praise me for staying focused through the distractions from the boys behind me?  Then, she sternly said, "Allan, I need to talk to you."  She stood up and led me to a door at the side of the room that I had assumed was a supply closet.  She opened up the door, entered, switched on the light, and closed the door behind me, as I walked in.  It was a supply closet, but it was much bigger than I thought, with several shelf units full of various school supplies, a place for hanging coats, some cleaning supplies, a couple of folding wooden chairs, among other items.  There were no windows.  I noticed that Ms. Leedy turned the lock after she closed the door behind me.  It was obvious that she did not want to be disturbed.  I wondered what she had to say to me that required this sort of privacy?
     I didn't have a clue as to what Ms. Leedy had in mind as she picked up one of the folding chairs leaning against the wall, set it up, and sat down on it under the overhead light.  I stood there before her, hoping that this little talk would be over shortly.  "Allan", she began, "it's Friday, and I know that you would like to go home, just as I would.  It's been a long week.  I'm stressed over some of the disruptions in class these past couple of weeks."  So, that's it, I thought to myself.  She wants to talk about those guys that sit behind me and maybe ask for my input.  "Yes, Allan", she went on, those responsible need to be taught a lesson, and sometimes talking through a lesson does not work as well as does a lesson of action, if you know what I mean."  Somewhat perplexed as to what this all had to do with me, I said, "Oh, yes, I agree.  They need to be given a stronger message than what you've given them so far, since they are not following your directions."  I was thinking of something along the lines of extra homework, perhaps.  "Well, I'm glad that you agree, because the time for talk is over, and now it's time for action!", she exclaimed emphatically.
     Suddenly, I found myself lying across Ms. Leedy's lap with my jeans and undershorts down below my knees!  How it came to be, I did not really know, as it happened so fast and without warning.  I vaguely remember Ms. Leedy quickly reaching out for my beltless waistband with her right hand, drawing me firmly to her right side, then pushing me down with her left arm which ended up holding me firmly down across my lower back.  Her right hand was busy underneath and made quick work of unsnapping and unzipping my jeans, then gripped the waistband, sliding them down.  My underwear soon followed suit.  Caught off guard, I didn't know where this was going, but it didn't take long for my predicament to become much clearer.  Slap!  Ms. Leedy's open palm swiftly coming down upon my bare butt cheeks took the wind out of me.  Slap!  I gasped for air.  Though I was still disoriented from my evolving situation, it quickly became clear that she thought that I was a part of the classroom distractions--maybe even the main instigator--and that I needed to be taught this lesson.  "But Ms. Leedy", I began, as I tensed my butt, anticipating what was to come, "I am not one of the guys cutting up in class!  I've been quietly paying attention as always!"  Slap!  "I'm sorry, Allan, but the noise seems to be coming from where you are sitting.  You need a good lesson in classroom manners!"  Slap!  "There may be others involved, but maybe if I start with you, the others will take notice."  Slap!  "I don't want to have to do this, but I can't let your disrespect continue!", she went on.  Slap!  My butt could feel the stings as Ms. Leedy's right palm rose up and then down on my backside.  I tried to twist out of her tight grip, but her experienced, muscular left arm held me firmly down.  Slap!  My eyes were moist, as I felt the stings but also as I felt humiliation in my position, as well as being falsely accused.  I was somewhat shy, especially when it came to being exposed in front of one of my teachers.  The guilty guys were already home. no doubt, and enjoying their weekend.  Here I was, getting my naked butt spanked for something that I did not do!  Slap!  "Please, Ms. Leedy; I am not involved.  You've got the wrong guy!", I pleaded.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  "That innocent-talk is not going to work with me, Allan". she stated.  "I need to do this for your own good!  And I must say that I am feeling better by the minute.  A lot of my stress is now going away!  By the time I get through with your special lesson here, I should be ready for a good weekend!"  Slap! Slap! Slap!  The slaps came at a steady cadence.  I could see (and feel) that this wasn't going to end any time soon.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap! Slap!  Slap!   


Ms. Leedy Had Enough!

   My butt was taking a good spanking alright.  I was glad that I had gained some girth in that area.  My appetite had increased over the past six months, causing me to fill out, and my soccer practice and games had also caused muscular growth.  I was sure that Ms. Leedy had a well-developed target for her palm  However, no matter how well my butt had developed, her hand meeting my bare flesh still stung, and my eyes were watering pretty well by now.  I gave up protesting, as it did no good; Ms. Leedy had me right where she wanted me and was not about to stop now.  Still, I tried to roll away from side to side, to no avail, as her left arm still firmly held me down.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap! Slap!  Her open palm was keeping good time, as each spank sounded throughout the room when contact was made with my bare butt--one cheek, then the other.  "Allan, you've been such a good student, and your recent misbehavior is not like you.  That's all the more reason for me to give you this important lesson, so that you can get back on track", she lectured.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Besides the stings coming at a regular pace, my embarrassment continued, with my bare butt exposed to one of my favorite teachers.  I could only imagine Ms. Leedy's eyes staring down at my chunky cheeks as she worked them over.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I could not have predicted that she would mistakenly accuse me of talking in class and then to receive this kind of correction.  Oh, yes, there had been rumors before--about certain students being taken into the supply room for a "special lesson", but I never dreamed that they were really true and that I would be involved!  I had assumed that those rumors were started by someone with an overactive imagination.  Yet, here I was!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I could feel her determination with each enthusiastic spank of her palm.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!
     Slap!  Slap!  "Now, I hope you'll learn from this, Allan",  she continued, "and I won't see you in here again!  I need all students to be quiet and pay attention!"  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Once, as I attempted to squirm out of her grip, I briefly looked up and caught a little smile on Ms. Leedy's lips.  She was fully concentrating on the task at hand, as her left forearm pushed me down and continued to hold me fast.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Her palm came up and down, as each of my butt cheeks tensed with the skin-on-skin contact, first one side, then the other.  My spanking seemed to go on for the longest time . . . 
     Finally, it came to an abrupt end, and she let me up and told me to pull up my jeans and underwear.  I dried my eyes with my shirt sleeve.  "Please don't force me to give you another lesson like this one", she warned, as she unlocked the door, opened it, and I walked out with my head down.  Looking at the clock, it seemed like I had been in there longer than the 47 minutes from when class had let out.  I picked up my backpack and took off down the hallway and outside.  It took me about 25 minutes to walk home, and that gave me time to think things over and walk out some of the sting in my backside.  How would I act when returning to class Monday?  Would the guys sitting behind me in class keep on whispering and giggling when they thought they could get away with it?  Would other students find out what happened to me after class?  How would they find out?  How would I act when my parents and I went to parent-teacher conferences and met with Ms. Leedy face-to-face?  These were some of the thoughts running through my mind on the way home and later that evening as I drifted off to sleep.  Luckily, I would be distracted by being busy during the upcoming two-day weekend with my family and friends.  Monday and the new school week would come soon enough, and concerns about Ms. Leedy's class could wait until then.  I only hoped that I had seen the last of that supply closet in the corner of Ms. Leedy's classroom . . . .
     On Monday, it was back to school, and I had tried to put my spanking episode behind me over the past weekend.  Everything went well as the other students and I got into the normal routine.  Even Ms. Leedy's class, that last class of the day that I was apprehensive about, went off normally.  Neither she nor I acted as if anything unusual had happened between us.  There was still some whispering and giggling around behind me once in a while, but Ms. Leedy mostly ignored it as the week went on, with her caution of "Quiet, everyone.  Let's forcus", a couple of times.   Once again, Friday came, then my last class of the day, and I looked forward to the weekend.  However, you can imagine how stunned I was at the end of class as I put my things into my backpack, when I heard Ms. Leedy say, "Have a good weekend everybody!  Be sure to get your homework done.  See you all back here Monday! . . . . . . Allan, please see me here at my desk after class."                                                               
  

True Story - Midnight Surprise

Several years ago, I remember being awakened shortly after midnight by someone in my room turning on the overhead reading light.  I was groggy as I rolled over and squinted to see who it was.  As she pulled down the blanket, I recognized her as my older sister's friend, but did not know her name.  She had come to our house earlier in the evening and had left with my sister, since they were going to a dance class.  I had gone to bed early, tired after working at my summer job on the railroad.  The two had not returned by the time I had gone to bed, but that was of no concern of mine.  During my sleep, they must have returned, but why was she here in my room and where was my sister?  I was still too tired to think about such things and just wanted to have the light turned off and go back to sleep.  However, it was not to be.  I briefly felt her right hand slide smoothly along my arms, then chest, stomach, and then lingering along my upper thighs.  Next, I felt her fingers gently stroking my balls, as I felt my shaft getting hard.  I was too surprised to protest and could only look on to the scene unfolding before me.  Protesting might have brought others wondering what was going on.  Nothing was said.  She did not look me in the eye, as she stared down wherever her hand was placed.  I felt her fingers slide up to my cock and give it a squeeze.  It was quite hard now.  Slowly, she slid her grip up until it was stopped by the flared part of my organ and then back down to my balls.  She took her hand away momentarily and spit into it before returning it to my cock.  When she began sliding her hand up and down once again, I could feel its slippery path.  I smelled her perfume and looked at her from time to time, but her vision only was given to the activity of her hand.  I also was intently watching the activity before me.  She had started out gently stroking up and down, but in time, her gripping fingers became more intense as they pumped down and then up--just hitting the underside of my cock head.  I stared in disbelief.  I had been sleeping and now here I was watching this attractive stranger intensely jack my hard shaft in a strict slow cadence.  She could really keep the beat!  Up and down--up and down--up and down--up and down . . .  She would never bring her hand up over my glans.  She slid up my shaft with her hand until the wide part of my cock head would stop her motion, bumping the underside of the ridge on the upstroke, and then back down.  I lay there helplessly watching.  Still nothing was said.  All I could hear was my own heavy breathing and the sound of her hand slipping up and down my hard cock.  I wanted it to go on forever; it felt so good.  On the other hand, I was afraid someone else would hear something and come in to investigate.  I had no idea of the time.  When she first woke me by her presence, I noticed that it was just after midnight by my bedside clock.  But time did not interest me now.  I was mesmerized by her ongoing stroking of my cock.  It was so hard, and little drips of pre-cum oozed from the tip.  Each upward stroke eventually increased in intensity as her hand banged against the underside of my glans.  Every once in a while, she would stop and give my shaft a tight squeeze, as if testing its hardness.  She had a funny grin on her face after a while.  She seemed keenly interested in what she was doing.  I did not think she noticed me earlier in the evening before she and my sister went out.  Now, here she was milking my cock enthusiastically.  I was in a state of bliss just watching her hand motion, seeing my cock so hard, and sensing so much pleasure in my shaft.  In my mind, I wanted her to slide her fist up and over my glans to the tip, but she had her own style and always bumped the underside.  Up and down--up and down--up and down--up and down . . .  It felt so good and wanted it to go on and on, but also I wanted to feel release from her sliding fingers.  Suddenly, I could feel my shaft getting even harder.  My balls tightened.  My hips and thighs tensed.  She relentlessly kept pumping with no letup.  My hard cock suddenly shot out warm cum up onto my chest and over her hand as she kept stroking.  My cum spurted wildly.  Wow!  Ooh, what a feeling!  She continued jacking me for several more strokes.  Finally, she stopped jerking and pulled her hand away.  She wiped her hand on her handkerchief, stood up, turned off the light, opened the door, and walked out.  Settling down with thoughts of what just happened, I drifted off to sleep.  To this day, I have told no one else about what happened that night.  Evidently, my sister never knew what happened.  I do not know her reasons for coming into my room that night, other than it was a day after my 18th birthday.  I do know that I still have some pleasant memories!              

True Story - An After-School Surprise

     The other day I remembered a situation from a few years ago when school let out early one Friday, and a friend, Jason, and I got together at his house after lunch with plans for an afternoon of video games.  His house was about a block away, and I wondered which games we would play, as I walked over there.  Once there, I rang the doorbell, and his mother let me in.  She was always nice, but she was generally conservative and worked part-time at her church, also teaching Sunday-school.  I took off my shoes by the door, and she said that I could go in and wait a short time for Jason to get through with a couple of after-lunch chores.  He had to take out the garbage and feed his dog.  I said, "Thank you, Mrs. Courtney" and headed to his room. 
     On the way to his room, I encountered his older sister Tammy who was on the telephone in the hallway.  As she was talking, she saw me and rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and emphatically pointed to Jason's room, obviously not wanting me to bother her.  She was short like her mother, but also attractive, filling out and getting curvy in the right places, but she had no time for me.  I told myself that she was too old for me anyway, being all of three years beyond my age!  She teased her brother quite a bit, and I also was subject to that when I visited.  I didn't mind much, since at least she was showing me some attention.  At the time, I was more interested in video games than his sister who seemed out of my reach and a little stuck-up.  Overall, everyone in the family got along well, but I wondered if there was any tension at times, growing up as teen in that conservative household.
     Continuing on the way to Jason's room, behind me I heard his mother call out to Tammy, in a nice way, to "please get off the phone", as she had been talking on it for almost an hour, and his mother needed to make a call about an upcoming church social.  By the time I reached Jason's room, wanting to have a little fun, I whimsically had an idea:  I would hide in his sliding-door closet and then just when I heard Jason enter, I would slide open the door, jump out, and surprise him!  It sounded like a great way to get the afternoon fun started.  I closed the door to his room so that he would have to open it and therefore alert me that he was entering.  I grabbed a short stool by his bed and got myself into his closet, sitting between his hanging clothes.  I closed the door almost all the way, leaving enough of a gap to see and hear when Jason came in.  I was ready, and I knew he wouldn't be very long, as he only had a couple of short chores to do before he was free for the afternoon.
     Soon, I heard steps coming from the hallway and I prepared to make my move.  This was going to be fun--surprising my friend as I jumped from the closet with plenty of good-natured laughs, and then getting down to a video game session.  However, it seemed like there was commotion coming from the hallway, as I heard voices--shouts actually--that I did not expect, Surely, Jason would not need to be making all this noise.  Anyway, now was my time to move as I heard the doorknob turn.  I was just on the verge of sliding open the closet door, ready to shout "surprise" to Jason, when two figures entered the room:  his sister Tammy and his mother!  Thankfully, I was alert enough not to blow my cover and quietly slid the closet door back before it was opened very much.  It was obvious that the two had been arguing, and for some reason they had entered Jason's room to continue their "discussion" in private!  Amazingly, in their distracted determination, they both overlooked the fact that I was supposed to be waiting for Jason in the room!  In their emotional frame of mind, it seems that I was not on their radar.  What became of Jason, I wondered.  But those thoughts did not have time to linger, as another set of events was unfolding before me.
     "When I ask you nicely to do something, I would like your cooperation, young lady!", stated her mother with determination in her voice.  "But mother, I think I'm old enough to know how long I can talk on the phone!", said Tammy.  "You don't need to boss me around any more!", Tammy continued.  I could hardly believe what I had gotten myself into.  My afternoon of fun would have to wait.  I was now with a ring-side seat, watching a family dispute unfold before my eyes from behind the door of the dark closet.  I wished I was back home on the one hand, yet intrigued with the situation just a few feet away.  Her mother went on, "Tammy, you had been on that phone long enough, and I had to make a call.  There is a limit to what you can do, and you must have consideration for others!"  Suddenly, Tammy's voice went up a notch.  "Mother, you don't need to tell me what to do!  I'll be the one who will decide how long I can talk on the phone!  You don't need to treat me like a little baby, when I'm fully capable of deciding things for myself!", Tammy flatly stated with finality in her voice.  "Tammy, be reasonable.  Be considerate.  You're usually a good girl and get good marks in school.  But you have some moments when you are bull-headed!, Mrs. Courtney stated.  She went on:  "You see, Tammy, we all . . . "  Tammy would have none of it.  She interrupted her mother at that point and, raising her voice, shouted, "Shut up mother!  I don't want to hear any more!"
     Suddenly, the room got very quiet.  Tammy glared at her mother with a smug look on her face.  Her mother had a look of shocked disbelief on her face.  They both stared at each other for several moments.  I felt myself shaking a little bit for some reason, as the tension filled the air.  I had seen and heard enough.  I wanted to get up and leave, but I knew I was trapped right where I was sitting.  I wondered where all of this was heading.  Suddenly, something clicked in Mrs. Courtney's mind and she firmly grabbed her daughter's left wrist with her own left hand and pulled her swiftly over to an armless chair--one of two that Jason and I would probably have sat upon to play our games, had events gone the way we planned.  In a fluid motion, Mrs. Courtney sat down as she brought Tammy down and over her lap, stating:  "Well, then, young lady, I will take your advice and shut up!  There is a time for talk and then there is a time for action!  And your behavior needs to be corrected!  I don't want to do this, but . . . I warned you!"  Tammy quickly found herself laying across her mother's lap, held down by a strong left forearm.  Mrs. Courtney did not hesitate.  "Noooooo!", Tammy protested.  "I'm too old for this!, she hollered.  You can't do this to me!"  Her mother was all business now.  Her skilful right hand flipped up Tammy's green skirt up over her waist.  Tammy's white slip was next.  "Nooo!  Please stop!", Tammy went on.  Her mother's thumb then reached swiftly inside the elastic waistband of Tammy's underwear and made quick work of slipping her colorful panties in a zigzag fashion down over her round hips to her knees.  "Not that!  Please!  Nooo", hollered Tammy.  I swallowed hard.  Things were progressing so rapidly!  I was taking all of this in and blushing in the darkness at the sight of Tammy's nude butt.  The afternoon sun was coming through the window panes, fully illuminating Tammy with her bare butt cheeks and her mother poised for action.  Mrs. Courtney sat at a slight angle to me from where I sat peeking out, so that I had a good view of Tammy's face as well as her bare bottom angled up on her mother's lap.  It didn't take long to see what came next.  Slap! That first one was a shock and made Tammy gasp for air.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  The sounds of Mrs. Courtney's open palm contacting her daughter's bare butt cheeks filled the room.  Tammy's reaction was immediate.  I could see her face contort to the feeling of stings to her bare backside.  She tightened her butt cheeks in response each time.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  She kicked wildly, but it was no use.  Her mother had her firmly pinned to her lap with her left forearm, as her right palm rose and fell in an almost a perfect rhythm, once she got going.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I did not want to see this; I had other plans for the afternoon.  But I could not take my eyes away.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Yes, Tammy was getting a good spanking, alright--bare butt . . . hard . . . and long.  She was crying now, as her spanking continued, and her mother showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.  She was doing her duty.  No doubt she felt her daughter had this one coming for some time and wanted to make sure the lesson was learned.  In her conservative household, no daughter of hers was going to talk back, with an attitude, without proper punishment!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Mrs. Courtney spanked one cheek, and then the other, then sometimes both, right in the middle.  As I looked out at Mrs. Courtney looking down at her daughter's bare butt that was the target of her active palm, I could only imagine what she was thinking.  No doubt her thoughts related to her church and the necessary discipline of her naughty daughter.  Mrs. Courtney lectured her daughter as she spanked:  "You're . . . "  Slap!  "not . . . "  Slap!  "going to . . . " Slap!  "talk . . . "  Slap!  "to . . . "  Slap!  "me . . . " Slap!  "that . . . "  Slap!  "way!"  Slap!    


Tammy's Spanking

I sympathized with Tammy, and I surely did not want to find myself in her present unfortunate position.  However, I also found myself nervously giggling because of my relief that I was not going through what she was right now.  I had to be careful, as I did not want to be detected by making any sound.  It's sometimes amusing to see someone else in a predicament such as she was in, whether or not she deserved this spanking.  On the one hand, I felt sorry for her, a generally good girl, in that humiliating spot, getting her bare butt slapped, yet on the other hand, she was sometimes arrogant and a tease to Jason and me and others.  Maybe she was getting her just deserts?  Maybe I was glad she was getting this correction?  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  So there I was in that dark closet, watching, giggling quietly at times, staring out at this unbelievable scene with Tammy blubbering like a baby now.  I could not have imagined it.  It seemed like an innocent, free afternoon, but that all had changed in just a few minutes.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I still wondered where my friend Jason was.  But that would have to be found out later, as I was confined to where I was.  Mrs. Courtney's palm kept enthusiastically rising and falling upon Tammy's bare butt cheeks, and I could not think of anything else.  I was almost hypnotized; I could not look away.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap! 
     Tammy still squirmed around and kicked, trying to break free, but that was not going to happen.  Her mother had everthing well in hand (in more ways than one).  Tammy's butt cheeks would not stop feeling her mother's swift palm until her mother felt that her daughter had the lesson well-learned.  Up and down came Mrs. Courtney's hand, slapping Tammy's bare cheeks.  Slap!  Slap!  The chair that Mrs. Courtney sat upon creaked from the motions.  The room was filled with the sounds of skin-on-skin contact, the creaking chair, and Tammy's sobbing.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  This aural presentation combined with what I saw visually, made for quite a show.  Mrs. Courtney was in full stride; there would be no let-up.  Her talented open hand went up and down, up and down, up and down  . . . each time making good contact with her daughter's bare butt skin.   
     Suddenly, everything stopped.  Her mother brought Tammy up on her feet, pulled up her panties, and smoothed out her dress.  Mrs. Courtney told her daughter how she hoped that she would do better in the future and that she loved her, hugging her and drying her eyes with a tissue.  Quickly, Mrs. Courtney stood up and they both walked out the door with Mrs. Courtney continuing her instructions to Tammy.  I was left somewhat dazed with the sudden change in activity, as I had been so caught up in it all.  I gingerly slid open the closet door.  I looked out a back window, and from there I could see Jason out in the yard.  I carefully opened his room door and looked up and down the hallway.  Hearing voices to my left, I tiptoed down the hall in the opposite direction to the kitchen and out the back door, thankfully encountering no one on the way.  I ran out to Jason, and he asked where I had been.  I did not mention what I had just witnessed in his room, but just said that I "had been waiting for him inside".  Gladly, he suggested we kick around the soccer ball outside instead of playing video games in his room, and that was just right with me!  I was still a little shook-up from what I had seen and needed to run around for a while!  Later on that night, I would have more time in the secure surroundings of home to mull over this afternoon's excitement.  No doubt, I would have plenty of memories to ponder of this after-school surprise. 
      

                                                                                                        

    

True Story - Auntie Babysits

     It's intriguing, as a person gets older, how one sometimes thinks of certain incidents that happened earlier in one's life, that still cause one to pause and remember.  One such incident for me was the time several years ago that I was looked after one afternoon by my aunt (my mother's sister).  Growing up, my folks almost never left me with a babysitter, as they usually took me with them wherever they went.  My aunt was very nice and quite fond of me.  She gave me haircuts in my early years.  I do remember visiting her with my mother different times.  She lived a few blocks away, so we would walk over there once in a while.  One time, I vividly remember my aunt mentioned giving her daughter a spanking, in general conversation.  I remember how she seemed to look directly at me as she related this, for some reason, as if to make an impression on me or see my reaction. You see, I was never spanked by my parents.  I don't know if this was because I was always such a good boy, or if my parents just did not believe in spanking.  But somehow I knew what a spanking was--at least enough to feel uncomfortable when it was mentioned.  It was certainly something that I did not want to know much about, as the way it was mentioned made it sound quite unpleasant, although I was a little curious about it.
     So, there I was with my aunt who had come over to our house to watch me while my parents went to some event on that Saturday afternoon.  I do not recall the event that they had to go to.  We said goodbye to my parents and then got started on some fun activities.  My aunt and I played checkers for a little while, then I got to coloring in a coloring book and then playing with some plastic construction blocks on the kitchen table.  My aunt had gone into the living room and was reading a newspaper.  For some reason, after a while, I went over to the stove and turned on a front burner.  Usually, I never bothered with the stove, but I guess I just wanted to see the flame and how it was controlled by the dial.  All of a sudden, there was my aunt at the doorway to the kitchen with a look of shock on her face.  "Allan", she shouted, "what are you doing?!  Get away from that stove!  Do you want to cause a fire?!"  I quickly turned off the flame, went back to the kitchen table, and sat down.  In a calmer tone, she said, "Please don't play with the stove.  That can be dangerous."  I said, "Okay, auntie."  She went back to the living room, and I continued my building-block activities on the table.
     After a while, I got up and went into the living room.  There, I found my aunt dozing off in the chair.  I quietly went back into the kitchen.  But before sitting down, I turned on the stove to see the pretty flame just for a second.  Unfortunately, there was my aunt in the doorway just as I turned on the stove.  "Allan!"  Surprised, I immediately turned off the stove and faced my aunt.  "Didn't I tell you not to monkey with that stove?!", she continued.  "Yes, but I just . . . ", I began.  But she would hear no excuses.  "You disobeyed me!  Now I need to discipline you just as I do my own daughter.  I need to spank you!"  "But my parents don't spank me", I stated, "and they would not like it if you spanked me", I said with an air of confidence.  "Your parents put me in charge while they are away, and you need correction the one way that I know works in my own household.  You need to be taught to obey me", she said emphatically.  "But I don't think that . . . ", I began. Then all of a sudden her actions made me forget what I was going to say.  She pulled out a kitchen chair from the table and turned it around.  She grabbed me by the waist with one of her hands on each side, sat down, and pulled me over to her.  She then quickly pulled down my jeans, then my underpants to around my ankles, and pushed me down over her lap.  Immediately, I tried to get back up, but her strong left arm across my lower back pinned me down.  The shock of how fast things were moving along was disorienting.  Lying across her lap felt awkward and vulnerable, and I could feel air on my exposed lower half.  I did not have time to contemplate long.  Slap!  "Ouch!"  I felt my aunt's adult open hand come in contact with my butt cheeks.  The anticipation and then the feeling of that first skin on skin contact knocked the wind out of me.  That first slap stung, and I knew she wasn't fooling around.  "Allan, you disobeyed me!  I don't want to do this, but I must give you a good lesson here!"  Slap!  Now I would know very well what a spanking was all about.  Slap!  What started out as a pleasant afternoon was turning into something else entirely.  Slap!  Instinctively, I squirmed around, trying to get away from her rising and falling hand that was slapping my butt, but her left arm and my clothes bunched up at my ankles limited my movements  Slap!  Each slap stung, and my eyes began to mist.  Slap!  She was making her point.  Slap!  "Allan"  Slap!  "This hurts me to do this."  Slap!  "But it has to be done!"  Slap!  "I know that this is new to you."  Slap!  "But this works and will help change your behavior."  Slap!  I tensed my butt with each slap.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I was trying to hold back my tears, but the stings were too much for me.   
Slap!  Her palm was coming down on one cheek, then the other, and then in the middle.  She had a rhythm--not too fast and not too slow.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  I knew she was fond of me, but somehow I had awakened a deep-seated need to properly correct a young man's behavior in the best way she knew how.  Slap!  She had changed into a determined personality that I had not seen before.  Slap!  Now I was blubbering and sniffing like a baby as the spanking continued.  Slap!  I wiggled around, but her big palm always found my butt cheeks.  She brought her hand down at a low angle to strike into the area of most flesh.  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . .  I assumed that a spanking involved a few swats and then it would be over.  Not so!  My aunt was not about to do this in a hurry and be done with it.  She needed to issue the necessary amount of slaps to make an impression on me .  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap!  Finally, my aunt stopped and my humiliating spanking was over.  She brought me upright and warned me to obey her in the future or I would get another spanking.  I dried my eyes with the tissue she handed me and nodded my head in agreement in answer to her warning.  I wanted to pull up my underpants and jeans and go lay down on my bed with a good comic to get my mind of this episode.  However, my aunt wasn't quite done.  "Allan, go into the living room, please".  I waddled into the living room, with my clothes still down, not wanting to do anything that would upset my aunt.  She came in after briefly going into the bathroom first to get something off a shelf.  "Bend over the couch seat and I'll apply some cream to make your bottom feel better."  I bent over the couch with my knees on the floor and my back facing her.  She sat down on a low stool behind me and began applying some cold cream to my red cheeks, with one hand for each cheek.  After my spanking, I really did not want to be here with my privates further exposed to my aunt, but it felt good as she rubbed it in, soothing the stings.  She vigorously massaged my cheeks with the lotion for several minutes.  After this went on for a while, she stopped, and I was getting ready to get up, but I felt something different.  I felt one of her fingers slide down the area between my cheeks and rest momentarily on my butthole.  I was puzzled at this and wondered what she was doing.  I heard my aunt say in a low voice, seemingly to herself, "Oh, I like a young man's butt, especially if it's husky like this one!"  I then felt increased pressure there, and suddenly her fingertip slid into my anal opening.  I gasped in surprise.  I wasn't expecting that!  I could understand the cream massaged on my cheeks, as it made them feel much better after my long spanking, but I didn't know what this different sort of attention was all about.  I felt her single finger slowly slide in deeper--past the first knuckle, then on past the second.  My butthole instinctively reacted and tightened around her finger.  She kept her finger all the way in for several minutes, and I could feel slight movement within.  Nothing was said.  I did not want to say anything, especially in that vulnerable position, as I had a certain amount of embarrassment at being so exposed, but more importantly, I did not want to upset her and go through another spanking!  She slowly began pulling her finger out, but with just the tip inside, she once again slid it back into my butthole.  The cream gave her finger good lubrication as she slipped it slowly in and out of my butthole.  It was a different sensation.  I could feel it going in and out, as her knuckles passed my flesh and gave a feeling of motion.  On one hand, I felt humiliated and violated, but on the other hand, her finger motions were stimulating, yet relaxing.  Her finger felt thick as it methodically plunged away, and my butthole seemed to enjoy this continuing attention unlike any it had received before. I could hear my aunt humming a little tune quietly behind me as she entertained herself with my spread butt cheeks and butthole.  As her finger pulled nearly out each time, I was surprised that I eventually found myself hoping that she would push her finger back in.  Yes, much to my surprise, it felt good, indeed!  In fact, after this activity had gone on for a while, I noticed that I had even spread my knees more and protruded my butt more towards my aunt than I had when she first started massaging me.  It seemed that I wanted to feel the full length thrust of her warm finger and feel it touch as much of those sensitive areas that it could.  As her stroking continued, my inner flesh looked forward to her rhythmic finger stimulation that it offered.  I could imagine my aunt staring down at my spread butt cheeks, intently watching her lubed finger slide in and out, as my butthole contorted to accommodate her probing finger.  I did wonder what fascination my butthole had for my aunt who was many years older than me.  I felt being taken advantage of, but I could not understand what effect this butthole "play" had on my aunt nor what benefits she was receiving.    Her stroking went on for quite some time . . . at least an hour.  Finally, she pulled her finger all the way out and wiped it on a tissue.  "Okay, Allan, stand up and pull your clothes up.  You're free to go."  With that being said, I quickly did as she ordered and took off to my room.  My folks were then home within a half-hour.  My aunt and I greeted them as if nothing unusual happened while they were gone.  To this day, nothing was ever said about what went on that afternoon.  I'm sure my aunt had her reasons for secrecy and I had mine.                                                     
    
 

True Story - Grandma, the Deacon's Wife, and Me

     Looking back, I had pleasant teen years, growing up in a loving family.  However, there were rare occasions that still cause me to wince at the uncomfortable memories of those days gone by.  One such time, as I remember it, was when my folks were out of town for the weekend, and my Grandma came over to our house to stay, make meals, and keep an eye on my sister and me.  Seeing my loving Grandma was always welcome.  She always brought a bag of chocolate stars with her for our snack times.  Everything went pretty well over the weekend until Sunday afternoon after I had been out riding my bike around with a friend and came home.  The Deacon's wife, Ms. Ellen, from my Grandma's church came over around 3:00p.m.  However, at the time I did not know she was coming.  No doubt, my Grandma had mentioned it earlier in the day, but I forgot about it unitl I was drying off in the bathroom from my shower and heard voices in the living room.  It would be no problem.  I would towel off, and then quietly go to my room, get into my clothes, and go on about my business.  My folks would be home later in the evening.  Unfortunately, things did not work out that way.  As I was drying off, through the door I overheard Ms. Ellen matter-of-factly say to my Grandma in a stern voice, "Well, he needs a good spanking."  This s-word set off alarm bells in my head, but I quickly pulled on my t-shirt, wrapped the towel around my waist, opened the bathroom door, and tip-toed towards my room as planned where the rest of my clothes were laying.  I didn't get very far when I heard my Grandma call out, "Allan!  Please come here!  Now!"  I didn't like the tone of her voice as it didn't sound as pleasant as her normal tone.
     Gingerly I entered the living room and said hello to Ms. Ellen, the Deacon's wife, who looked very prim wearing a long dress, and I stood before my Grandma with my hands together in front of me.  They were sitting fairly close together in separate chairs, and there was an open Bible between them on a table.  Evidentally, they had been going over a Bible lesson, and somehow I had been in the wrong place at the right time and ended up being involved in their discussion.  My usually gentle Grandma, who was wearing her glasses and had her hair tied back in a bun, expressed a certain determination in her voice as she spoke.  "Allan, have you heard about the phrase, spare the rod and spoil the child?"  I shook my head from side to side, even though I had heard the phrase before.  "Well, Ms Ellen and I have been going over this Bible lesson, and I have brought up your recent behavior, and now you need to be taught this lesson too," she went on.  "Bu Bu But, what have I done?" I stammered.  "You sometimes are ten minutes late for dinner when I call you", said Grandma emphatically.  I stared back and forth at Grandma and then at Ms. Ellen in disbelief as they both stared back at me with that determined look on both their faces.  I was eager to go off to my room, get dressed, and have fun, but it was obvious that this lesson was of great importance to them both.
     Suddenly, my Grandma stood up, grabbed my towel where I had it tied, pulled it completely off me, and tossed it several feet away with authority.  There I stood with my t-shirt over my upper body, and buck naked from the waist down, before these two women.  I then watched in disbelief as my Grandma opened a small drawer in the table and pulled out a foot-long ruler.  I feared she was going to spank me with it, but no, thankfully that was not to be.  Instead, she said, "Now, before I spank your bare bottom, there's something I want to check!"  With that, she proceeded to measure the length of my organ which was fairly stiff from being exposed in the manner it was.  Ms. Ellen looked on with keen interest.  Why were these two women interested in the length of my cock?, I wondered.

Getting her measurement, all that Grandma said was, "Hmmmm".  She did not say how long it was, but it was humiliating to be measured in this way, especially before the Deacon's wife.  She put the ruler back into the drawer and slowly closed it with a thoughtful look on her face.  Suddenly, she sat back down and pulled me down over her lap at the same time in a fluid motion that took my breath away!  It surprised me to see this short, elderly woman move so fast, and then to find myself in this new position!  "Now, Allan I don't want to do this, but you must be taught the virtues of being punctual!", was the next thing I heard Grandma say.  I felt her strong left forearm against my lower back, holding me tight.  There was a short period of silence, filled with my anticipation of what would come next.  In my position, I could only imagine both women looking me over from head to toe, as I lay there, half-naked over Grandma's lap.  Maybe Ms. Ellen would turn away, or maybe leave the room, or even go home, to give me some degree of privacy, as my Grandma carried out her discipline.  No, she did not move.  Suddenly, I was jarred from my thoughts!  The flat of Grandma's hand met the skin of my exposed butt cheeks, and I gasped as the wind rushed out of my lungs.  My spanking had begun . . .   I did not have to wait long for the second slap . . . and then the third . . . and then the fourth . . . and so on, as her palm came down with a steady beat.  I had been here before through the years, but I had assumed that those days were well behind me.  I had thought that I was too old for spankings, but Grandma had other ideas.  Or was this the Deacon's wife's idea?  Or were they both inspired to instigate this activity with a handy ready "victim"?  As they did their Bible lesson, they were in agreement that this spanking was worthwhile and even necessary.  They no doubt thought that this was the best way to change a young man's behavior.  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap!  My butt cheeks were feeling Grandma's determination and sense of duty, as I squirmed around on her lap (as if I could get away from her strong left arm holding me down).  At

each slap, I involuntarily tensed my glute muscles in reaction.  I noticed that Ms. Ellen had moved her chair around so that she was now facing my Grandma, but at an angle, with my butt in her full view.  This gave her a clear view of all the action.  I suppose she also saw my stiffening cock hanging between Grandma's knees as I continued to squirm around, trying to get away from the next slap that I knew was coming.   It was almost inaudible to me, but after a while, I heard the Deacon's wife say tersely, "Harder", in a low voice for my Grandma's benefit.  Then, I felt Grandma's slaps coming with a renewed vigor.  As a teen, I had been developing physically, and my butt cheeks were full and muscular from gym and after-school soccer.  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap!  Grandma had a good-sized target, no doubt.  My eyes misted from the stinging slaps.  I did not count how many times my Grandma's hand rose and fell.  It went on for quite a while--that I knew.  In fact, it went on longer than I remembered from times before.  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap!  She kept a rhythm going, as if keeping musical time, and her slaps were similar to fluffing pillows, one cheek, then the other.  I felt the stings of skin slapping skin as I wiggled around, trying to escape, but could not.  Grandma was really putting on a show for Ms. Ellen, I thought.  Was she motivated to show the Deacon's wife her ability to hand out discipline when needed?  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Yes, this was classic spanking, alright, and the Deacon's wife was seeing it all:  my nude lower half, my full butt cheeks writhing around, my cock and balls, and probably glimpses of my asshole.  How embarrassing!  Suddenly, it ended. Grandma brought me upright and I stood obediently between the two women. During my spanking, I felt my cock stiffening further from all the squirming around I did over Grandma's silk dress, and sure enough, there it was protruding upwards at an angle, all thick and hard.  I didn't even try to hide it, since my hands could not cover it all properly.  I knew that this was all part of their intent to completely embarrass me as part of my correction.  "I hope that this little lesson will help you improve you behavior", said Grandma.  As she said that, she looked me in the eye.  But then her gaze slowly went down to my stiff organ, as I followed her eyes.  A little smile came over her lips that had been showing serious determination just a few minutes ago.  I kept standing there, not wanting to further upset Grandma by leaving too soon without permission.  I looked over at the Deacon's wife, and her eyes too were staring at my shaft, and she also had a little smile on her lips.  As I stood between them, with my sides towards them, I was in such a position that they could look each other in the eyes or focus on my stiff cock without changing their positions.  At one point, I thought that I detected both of them slightly nodding, as if in agreement about something unspoken.  I was completely embarrassed at receiving a spanking with Ms. Ellen present and now having to stand there with a hard-on before the two women, just inches away.  Hoping to be dismissed from this situation, I meekly said, "Yes, Grandma.  I will improve my behavior."  Grandma then said, "Well, I hope so.  If not, you will have to be taught further lessons, young man."  I said, "Yes, Grandma."  At that point, I hoped to be let go.  But the two ladies just kept staring at my cock that just would not go down and that was slightly bobbing with each heartbeat.  It even had a little moisture at the tip.  Finally, after a long period of silence, my Grandma closed her eyes and shook her head, as if waking up from a trance, and said, "You may go now."     

I did not hesitate.  I quickly skipped over to where my towel lay, picked it up, and put it around my lover half.  I headed into my room and dove under the covers of my bed.  It would be a while before I was ready to get up, get dressed, and leave my room.  I could hear them talking from the living room.  Were they talking about me, I wondered?  Being young with several interests, hobbies, friends, and school, I tried to put this episode behind me.  Grandma never mentioned it later, nor did I, and I tried to put it in the back of my mind.  Also, in the following weeks, I came across Ms. Ellen a couple of times at the local dollar store, and she just said hello with a funny look on her face and moved on.  But every once in a while, mostly late at night, I flash back to that day when I was spanked on the bare butt at age 18 by Grandma, right in front of the Deacon's wife. 

                     

True Story - First Time On the Bare

A recent warm night reminded me of an incident that happened several years ago after a friend's sister had received her driver's license.  She recently had been allowed to take the family car for certain school functions.  However, this was a Saturday night, and she was given permission by her parents to take the car, as long as she was home by 10:00 p.m.  She planned on picking up a couple of her girlfriends, and the three of them would then go to a local mall and then out for pizza.  Before she left, she once again was emphatically told the latest return time, and she readily agreed to be back at the appointed time.  She was a good driver, but they didn't want her out beyond the appointed time.   

I happened to be staying overnight with that friend that night, around the block, and we were doing some jamming on the guitars in the basement that evening.  I also brought my new camera along, since we wanted to get some photos of each of us with our guitars for our Facebook pages.  Eventually we got tired and went upstairs where his mom served us some milk and oatmeal cookies as we talked about music and guitars.  As it was around 9:55 p.m., we soon got ready for bed.  Once I brushed my teeth and put on my pajamas, I got into my sleeping bag that I had brought with me.  I even placed my new camera with me in the sleeping bag so as not to forget it.  My friend showed me where to sleep in the den, just down the hallway from his room.  Shortly, all the lights were off, except for a dim hall night light.  I don't like closed spaces, so I left the door wide open and was soon asleep, knowing that I didn't have to get up early the next day, as there would be no school.

The next thing I knew, I was somewhat aware of movement in the hallway just outside my doorway, but it passed, and I drifted back into sleep.  However, I soon awoke again and heard low-toned talking from a room just across the hall, slightly to the left.  This room's door was closed when I hit the sack earlier, but now it was half open.  I knew my friend's parents' room was down beyond where my friend's room was located, to the right, so this was not their room.  The talk I heard was low and of a serious tone.  Not being able to get back to sleep and curious, I decided to unzip my sleeping bag and investigate.  I got up on my knees and gingerly crawled over and then up on a chair with its back to my room's open door.  I carefully looked over the back of the chair towards the room opposite mine with its now half-open door with some light coming from it.  There, I was surprised to see my friend's sister being scolded by her father.  Evidentally, she had come in after her parents' curfew hour of 10:00 p.m., and her dad was sitting on her bed, waiting for her in the dark.  Once she turned on the light, there he was.  Her parents were loving, but strictly enforced rules for the well-being of their children.  As I crouched behind the back of the chair, I sensed that the talk was over, everything seemed to quiet down.

Talking Is Over.  You Broke
the Rules!

Then suddenly, her dad grabbed her, pulled down her jeans and panties, and laid her over his lap!  The talking was over!  I really had no idea what was coming next, but as the scene played out, it appeared that she was now in for a good spanking!  I stared in disbelief.  I had never seen a female spanked on the bare butt before, and now I had a ringside seat!  Without any further hesitation, I watched in the darkness as her dad's hand rose up and came down on her naked butt cheeks with a slap! . . . and then another slap! . . . and a slap! . . . slap! . . . slap! . . . slap!  He took his time, spanking one cheek and then the other, his hand rising and falling in a measured cadence.  At first, she kicked her legs around, trying to get back on her feet, but he held her down tightly to his lap.  There was no escape, so she settled down somewhat, yet I could see her butt cheek and thigh muscles tense and relax, reacting to each slap.  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . .  

She was a couple of years older than I was.  Whenever I was over at my friend's house, I would sometimes see her there, coming and going, however we never had much to say to each other except to say "hi".  I was rather shy around the gals at the time, so I did not approach her in any way.  Now, here I was, secretly witnessing this spanking on her bare bottom--something that I had never dreamed of before.  I occasionally giggled to myself at what I was viewing, as there was something that tickled me about seeing someone else getting spanked in this fashion, especially this gal, a little older than me who was a little arrogant and had broken the house rules  But I had to be careful, since I did not want to risk being discovered.  At the same time, I noticed an intense erection rising up through the opening in the front of my pajamas; I was definitely getting turned on by what I was seeing.  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . .  Overall, she was very attractive and had started to fill out in her breast and hip areas, yet had a narrow waist.  I could not help but notice her ample thighs and full butt cheeks.  I had started to notice various gals at school, especially those with nice well-developed asses.  Yes, she certainly had a prize-winning butt there.  My right hand went down and felt my balls and then my hard shaft that was jutting out at an upward angle, as if to size up how excited I was.  My eyes could not turn away from her round "bubble butt" cheeks and and the long corrective slapping they were receiving.  The spanking was long, her butt cheeks glowed pink, and the slaps were stinging, yet her dad was not slapping overly hard.  He knew just how long and hard to spank her to help correct her behavior.  I was thankful that I was here, witnessing this event.

It was then that I noticed that I still had my camera strapped on.  I couldn't take my eyes off the scene before me, but yet an idea sprang into my mind.  I had to try to take at least a short video of this babe's bare-butt spanking!  I removed the camera from its case, fumbled in the dark, squinting at the camera controls, trying to remember how the thing had to be set for movies.  I also had to make sure the flash was off so as not to cause any attention to be turned to my direction.  Somehow I got the camera ready to go.  While everything was otherwise dark, there was plenty of light within her room where the action was.  I looked through the viewfinder, pressed the button, and held the camera as steady as I could as the spanking went on.  Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . . Slap! . . .  As I remembered from the instruction booklet, the video recording could go for seven minutes.  Soon it indicated in the viewfinder that the recording had stopped.  I carefully put my camera back in its case.  When I looked up again, her dad was administering several final slaps, and then it was over.  He stood her up, and began saying a few final words to her.  Sensing that he was about to leave, I quickly sneaked back to my sleeping bag and got in.  I heard her dad leave her room and walk back down the hallway, as her door fully shut.  My mind was in a dizzy state after what I had just seen that night, as I drifted off to sleep.  It was almost as if it were all a dream.

The next morning, I had breakfast along with my friend's family, with everyone there saying nothing about last night's drama.  I noticed when I said hi to my friend's sister she gave me a funny look, but that was not unusual.  She probably thought of me as a dork or something.  Before my friend started getting ready for 9:30 church, I said good-bye. picked up my backpack. camera, and sleeping bag, then headed for home.  I could hardly wait to see how my late-night video had come out.  I waved to my folks working outside in the yard and went up to my room.  I plugged my camera into my computer and nervously waited as it downloaded my video.  I ran it through and saw that it was of better quality than I had expected!  While I didn't get the whole spanking episode last night, I got a good seven-minute chunk of it that clearly showed my friend's sister's cheeky butt getting a good slapping.  A couple of times, she turned around as far as she could and tried to stop the proceedings, all in vain, but by doing that, I got her face on my video, proving her identity for all to see.  That's when it hit me:  who would I show this to?  Or was it just for my eyes?  Could I show it to my friend? 

I ran the video through several times.  Once again I was got excited watching it, so I lowered my jeans and shorts to let my hard-on be unconfined by my clothing.  As I thought, I looked down at my stiff cock and then back to the video.  Oh, yes, it was a good one!  But I still did not know who I would dare show it to, as I considered my various chums from school, wondering if I could get into trouble somehow.  Then a bold idea came into my mind.  Would shy me dare to do such a thing?  Over the next the few days, I ran my idea through my brains, off and on, especially just before sleep.  Finally, I decided to go through with it . . .

Sometimes, I encountered my friend's sister walking home from school.  Being shy, I walked on the opposite side of the street when I would see her.  Sure, I always admired her from afar as she walked down the sidewalk moving her big buns inside those tight jeans, but she was always too intimidating for me to approach.  After deciding to go through with my plan, I walked up beside her within a few days of mentally practicing.  Taking a deep breath, I said hi.  She said, "Oh, hi" back.  I tried to make small talk as we walked, but I could see that she didn't want to be bothered with me.  Finally, I said that I was over to her house the other night, staying with my friend, her brother.  I said that I saw something that involved her that night.  We went along for a few steps, and she suddenly stopped and stared at me, after what I had said sunk in.  At the time, she was a little taller than me, and her full breasts were outlined my her top.  "What do you mean you saw something that involved me the other night!?", she questioned with some exasperation in her voice.  We had walked near an ice cream stand.  I suggested we have a couple of cones and sit at the picnic table nearby.  Of course, she would have never agreed to this otherwise, but her curiosity was rising.  With her and I licking the cones, I took another deep breath and quietly briefly explained what I had seen that night.  As we finished the ice cream, she blushed and started to get up in a huff, without saying another word.  Before she could get away, I said that there's one more thing.  She slowly sat down again with a quizzical look on her face.  It was then that I said that I had a video of the situation that night.  Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as if to say something, but nothing came out.  It was then that I took out a portable DVD player from my backpack.  I said, "Watch this".  I had made a DVD copy of my video, and she sat stunned as she watched briefly before burying her face in her arms onto the table and started to cry softly.  I slid up to her and put my arm around her.  I said that I could show this video to all my chums at school or even put it on the Internet, but there was a way out so that no one else would see it.  She raised up, and said, "How much money do you want for it?"  I said that there was no need for any money to change hands.  I leaned over and whispered in her ear.  She sat up straight and almost shrieked, "What?!"  I quickly looked around to see whose attention we had gained, but luckily no one was looking our way.  I got up and she followed, and as we walked, I suggested that we meet at the park across the street from the school the next day.  She reluctantly agreed, as I reminded her of all the people to whom I could show the video.

The next day, I waited at our agreed upon spot in the park.  It was past time that I expected my friend's sister, and I was getting to wonder if she'd show.  Then I saw her walking towards me.  I told her to follow me.  We headed over to a secluded area of the park.  On the way, I couldn't help but notice her sexy figure outlined by her tight jeans that her loose top could not hide.  We got to a spot that I had in mind where I sometimes played as a kid, as it was like a secret room clearing among the trees.  I sat down on a log and motioned for her to sit down before me on the leaf-covered ground.  She stood there and shook her head, saying "No, I don't want to do this".  I said, "That's okay, but I'll just show my spanking video around to a bunch of the school kids".  She let out a deep breath and sat down before me, as I unbuckled my belt and lowered my jeans and shorts, then sat back down on the log.  My cock was starting to rise from seeing her and from anticipation.  She stared at it with a worrisome looke on her face.  I told her to go ahead and take it in her hand.  She tentatively put her fingers around it, and right away my cock started to get hard.  I told her to stroke it.  She pulled my foreskin down and ran her cute fingers loosely up and down my shaft.  It was getting quite hard by now. 

She Jerked Me In Rhythm

I asked her, "Did you bring it?"  She nodded yes, and unzipped her backpack, reached in, and brought out a small bottle of baby oil.  She had a baby sister at home, so she access to the lotion.  She opened the bottle and dripped several drops onto the head of my cock, as it bobbed in the air.  She closed the top and set it back into her backpack.  Then she began sliding her right hand up and down my shaft.  I suggested that she cradle my balls in her left hand, and she complied.  Up and down I watched her hand slide--all the way up, almost off the tip, and then all the way down to the base. Up and down she went.  It felt so good!  And to think that I could not approach this gal before the other day.  It's funny how things sometimes work out.  Now, here she was jacking my cock off in rhythmic motion.  I watched intently how her hands were giving me so much pleasure, and I became almost mesmerized by the stimulating motions.  I briefly looked up and was surprised to see her still staring at my cock, but with a dreamy look upon her face.  She was doing a good job with the rhythmic cadence of her hand, and once in a while she would surprise me by varying the pace or even stopping altogether and squeezing my shaft.  This unexpected action made my cock even more hard, as the tip oozed precum, as we sat in the cool shade of the trees.  From her loose grip at the beginning, she now pumped my cock with a much tighter grip.  I didn't say anything to break the mood, as I could sense that she was lost in her own thoughts.  I could see her eyes look my genitals over from the balls and base to the tip, while I wondered if I would have to offer more suggestions, but once she got started, she seemed to rise to the occasion and her instincts took over.  However, I couldn't imagine that I was the first one that she had ever jacked off.  But I could not think of much else at the time.  My mind and all my senses were directed at the pleasure of her pumping hand.  She slid her hand up and down slowly and then faster briefly, but then went back to her slower pace.  She seemed to like that tempo most of all, as did I.  Her left hand fondling my balls added a pleasant sensation that only made my shaft harder, and she occasionally slipped her right thumb over the top of my cock as it slid up and then slipped it off, still grasping with her other fingers, adding even more intensity.  I lost all track of time.  Finally, I could feel my balls tighten in her one palm and my shaft get harder in her other gripping hand.  My hips jerked uncontrollably, as I could feel my sperm rising in my cock.  Suddenly, my cock could hold out no longer.  We both watched my sperm shoot out my cock's pee hole, as I groaned with each spurt.  Grinning, she knew to keep jacking until my cock was all through ejaculating everything.  She then produced a small hand towel and wiped my shaft clean first and then her hands.  Then she wiped her hands off further with a moist towelette.  I sat there for a few minutes regaining my compsure, and then I stood up, pulled up my shorts and jeans, and then I offered her my hand and helped pull her up.  I gave her a hug and a kiss on her cheek, saying, "Thanks".  She had a satisfied smile on her face, which I did not expect.  We walked out of the area, and then the park and headed for our homes.  Before I turned off to go down my street, I said that I hoped to see her again.  She just said, "See you around".  But that wasn't the last time that I saw my friend's sister on a one-to-one basis.  Plus, I still had my special video to watch at home.