Disciplined by Her Daddy - Book Two: a collection of father spanks daughter stories

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The next day, I felt very sheepish – what had happened there last night, I wondered? However, everyone else was normal and cheerful. Leanne hugged and patted me, and Charlotte told me how much she liked my ‘cute little English bottom’. Aunt Peggy laughed and agreed. “He’s got a bottom made for spanking. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it!” There must have been over 30 people present, family and friends. Charlotte pretended to resist, but in the end she quite happily and provocatively laid herself over Leanne’s knee, and there were lots of cat-calls, whoops and whistles. I’d never seen anything like this in my life before – a pretty 20-year-old girl virtually volunteering to be spanked in public. Rather out of keeping with the cold weather outside, Charlotte wore skin-tight white leggings. It almost seemed as if she had deliberately chosen to wear something saucy to get spanked in.

Of course, I consider the fact that my wife and daughter are evenallowed to wear clothing around the house a privilege that can bewithdrawn at any time. At times they are punished by only beingallowed to wear underwear which has to stay down around their ankles.Some people seem to think I'm too strict, but say what you will, thisroutine seems to be effective. My daughter and wife are bothextremely well behaved. I've encouraged other parents to try similartechniques. At times I find that single isolated spankings are notnearly as effective as say a hard spanking every night at 6 pm for aweek, with one hour display periods before each spanking. Somethinglike that can be very effective in getting a point across. My friends and I were having a sleepover, were we were working on our Tech video. Halfway through the video we decided to take a break and play "The Slut Game." It's basically were you act like sluts and get in your bra's and thongs and pretend to have sex. I was in a bed pretending to have sex, my friend was in the closet making noises, and my other friends were just lying on the floor having "sex." But we forgot that the video camera was still filming! The day that the Tech video was due, we turned ours in. All of the videos were going to be showed to the whole class. We knew that our video was good, so we even got some of our friends from different classes to persuade their teachers to spare 10 minutes to watch our video. Halfway through out video, it showed us playing the "Slut Game." Everyone was watching us in our bra's and underwear acting like, well, sluts. We were so embarrassed, and to make it all worse we got an F on the project. My friends and I never played that game again! It was just before dinner and all of us were at the table when my brother came down, strap in hand. My dad pulled a chair from the table and placed it in the middle of the kitchen. Then he took the strap from my brother and told him to get his pants down and bend over. “I am going to show everyone what happens to kids who drink and who embarrass this family,” he said.

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I suspect that the reaction Polly and I experienced from spanking the boys’ bottoms is actually far more common than most people would dare to admit. I still don’t think of myself as a spanking fetishist, as I only enjoyed the experience in the context of my own sons being disciplined. I’m unsure about Polly – as I say, I don’t think it’s a conversation we will ever have – but certainly she has never shown any interest in spanking in the marital bed, for example. That made me even more squirmy, as I thought ‘pants’ meant underpants, and so a pants-down spanking meant a bare bottom punishment. Later, of course, I learned that ‘pants’ in the US meant trousers or jeans, so at least you could keep some semblance of modesty. When we get home I take her out of her carseat and then we walk inside. I set her down and sit on the couch and pat my lap. "Over" I tell her. So, one December, Uncle Donald, his wife Peggy and my cousin Leanne collected 14-year-old me from JFK airport whilst my mum and dad went on a business trip to Pittsburgh for a week. The idea was that we’d all meet up for Christmas again in Michigan. Yes, parents should be able to discipline their children. But if the question even crosses your mind that the punishment might be illegal, it’s time to find an alternative form of discipline.

The two-day car journey from New York to Grand Rapids, Michigan was thrilling – it took in Niagara Falls, drive-in hamburger joints and Howard Johnson’s 47 flavours of ice-cream (whatever the weather). At one filling station, however, I saw something you don’t see in the UK – a novelty birthday spanking paddle… I am the oldest of four, with a sister two years younger and brothers five and eight years younger. By the time the older of the two boys was born, Mom had stepped aside from her classroom teacher career and was a full-time stay-at-home mother. I would estimate that 90 per cent of our spankings at home came from her. Simon was around two and a half when he first felt my hand across his bottom. My wife Polly and I had agreed prior to his birth (with that characteristic naive optimism of first-time parents) that spanking was old-fashioned and unnecessary; in fact, frankly, we felt that it was cruel and barbaric. Peggy and Donald told me that they’d spanked all their kids growing up, and that they’d all turned out fine. They were amazed that my parents didn’t spank me, and surprised that we didn’t have to take our trousers down for the cane at school. In the Grand Rapids Bible Belt, it was pants down for a spanking, whether at home or at school. not as lame as it sounds) Language: English Words: 17,420 Chapters: 5/? Comments: 24 Kudos: 64 Bookmarks: 7 Hits: 2,901

Moments later, he returned with my little brother in one hand and the strap in the other. “I have to go help fix this window you broke,” he said to my brother. “And we are going to have to pay the insurance deductible on this. Well, we’re going to figure out how you are going to repay us for that, but meantime I’m going to take some of it out of your butt. Drop your pants.” I am not trying to debate the whole spanking/not spanking delima. I am a parent that has spanked my son. He is 15 now and I haven"t popped his bottom since he was in early elementry school. The only time I ever spanked him was when he was when he was past the point of reason. IE: having a smart mouth after being warned he was working on getting a spanking, sitting on the edge of the road playing. I can count on one hand the number of times I've spanked him... always with my bare hand and two or three swats on the behind. It gave me a little flutter in my tummy, not only because of what it was a public endorsement of something I naturally assumed should always be private, but because my own birthday was coming up! Peggy and Leanne teased me about that prospect of an upcoming birthday spanking, bought the paddle (for some reason it had an English crown on it!) and told me all about the tradition of birthday spankings in the States as we drove on.

Dad’s old leather tool belt was one his own father had worn – and had used to discipline my father and his siblings. It was permanently creased over, firm but supple, and in his hands a truly fearsome implement. He never used it in anger, but it was clear when he did he was not happy with our actions and we definitely would feel the effects for a couple of days afterwards.A similar fate befell the older of my two younger brothers. When he was in eighth grade, he, one of our cousins who was in his class and another kid were caught drinking behind the maintenance garage during recess at the Catholic school they attended. My cousin had taken these single shot rum bottles from his parents and the three of them were taking swigs from them when they were caught. A few days later, when my visit was almost over, Kate and my Dad sat all three of us kids down and made an announcement – they were getting married. There was more patting and squeezing of my bottom cheeks, like they were kneading bread, and lots of cat-calls, mostly from the women. Charlotte, by contrast, had got a lot of male attention.

This was a big deal, needless to say, and there was an after-school conference with the moms and the principal (a nun). The upshot was that the three of them were given two Saturdays of detention, which meant a half day of tasks like cleaning classrooms and doing yard work around the school. However, that was the least of my brother’s worries. When the spanking was over, Kate told Kristie to sit on the picnic table bench until she stopped crying. She also informed the girl that she would have some time standing in the corner when we got home. Welcome to spanking sons a forum for son's and nephews fathers and uncles to talk about spanking in the past and now At no point did the encounter become overtly sexual, although I sensed Leanne did want to touch me more intimately. But somehow I didn’t want that at all – I just loved the attention to my bottom and the heady mix of my hot, well-spanked cheeks with the cool, aromatic cream. It was delicious, and I could have stayed there like that all night. There was this one day I had to go to the bathroom, but then a couple of my friends were jump-roping and asked me to join in. Apparently, I was so excited to jump rope that I completely forgot I had to go to the bathroom. While one of my friends was jump roping, she messed up and fell. I started laughing my head off...until I started to feel wet. When it was time to leave, my friend whispered in my ear, "Amanda, not to embarrass you or anything, but you are wet....in the 'bottom' area of your jeans..." At once I felt my face turn into a tomato, I ran to the bathroom to find a huge wet spot on my butt! As embarrassing as that is, I had to go the rest of the day with a big spot on my jeans.

Bad Grades, Bad Boy

It also transpired that it was the custom to hand out one, five or ten dollar bills to the birthday spankee – which was something else I didn’t know about. I was super-embarrassed to contemplate an actual spanking, but also pretty eager to collect some birthday dollars – this was a new twist to the story. Aunt Peggy saw my dazed grin, and said: “It’s up to you – no spanking, no loot honey-bun! Your choice!” The overwhelming majority of spankings from Mom even went unreported to Dad and he never knew that most of them had even happened. There was never a ‘wait until your father gets home’ with mom – she took care of business and we all carried on afterwards, and it might never even be on his radar. My dad came home a short time later. Mom told him what happened and that the head of the volunteer maintenance committee at the school had called. Could he come over and help with clean-up and temporary enclosure until the window could be replaced? My dad’s jaw tightened and he went upstairs. It was at this point that perhaps the most embarrassing moment of all occurred – Aunt Peggy yanked my long johns up tight between my bottom cheeks. If I’d have had on normal pants it would have been a wedgie! As it was, it gave me another very squirmy feeling because the fabric was rubbing tightly against my sensitive skin in some very private places!