Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

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It turned out that while we’d been away from the house, the children from the visiting family had discovered a spanking paddle in the basement. Apparently they had been given permission to look through some old boxes for some reason and had found the paddle.

On their way home one evening, they had been joined by Wendy, a girl that Thomas had a schoolboy crush on. Both Dan and Thomas were in a particularly boisterous mood, both trying to impress Wendy. Dan had dared Thomas to take a few apples from the tree just inside the wrought iron gate of 'Wood End House'. I remember one spanking where Mom was frustrated because she was going to be late to work. She was working on Shayla after having hand-spanked Dana, and I kept hoping she'd run out of time for my turn. Fat chance of that! The spanking took a long time -- twenty minutes, by no coincidence -- and by the end my hand was aching. I could see why Mom was using the hairbrush more and more with us. We did this while the casserole cooked and then we ate dinner. After we'd cleaned up, Dana looked at my butt and was worried it wasn't red enough. Shayla agreed and I was outvoted. They both gave me another round of the nasty hairbrush, and then Dana wanted to use the big paddle. (It and the strap were set out for Mom to use when she got home.) Mark silently glided behind the door even as it opened. As Kim stepped through, Mark grabbed her pinning her arms even as one hand covered her mouth.

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Eventually, we started spanking each other for -- well, not exactly for fun, as there was usually some excuse -- but without telling Mom. The first time this happened Shayla and I were home alone one Saturday afternoon. Mom was at work and Dana was spending the weekend at a friend's. It was raining and there was nothing interesting on TV. We were bored.

Unfortunately, Kim was unable to get relief as the vibe was set too low. She could only lie there, helpless and immobilized, being assaulted by the wand. Anya smiled. "Good. I've spoken to Miss Roberts. Your appointment is tomorrow evening. Your silly behavior will cost you. Show her you're sorry." One teacher who took the English class, was an absolute tyrant who terrified everyone and appeared to delight in giving miscreants the 'belt'. (This was a leather strap known as a 'tawse' and commonly used as a punishment and deterrent in Scottish schools.)After the second I was crying. I got three on each hand. Afterwards she gave me a hug, again said she was sorry she had to strap me, but she couldn't allow me to talk in class. She also said that if I felt I needed to be strapped again in the future she wanted me to come and tell her after class and not disrupt the class. She made me promise that if I wanted the strap again I'd tell her. I got another brief hug and was told to go to the bathroom down the hall to wash up and then rejoin the class. You know you should have done it right after lunch. Besides, you'll put it off and probably won't do it." I stepped up to it and bent forward – at a stretch, I could just reach the far side. I was on tiptoe and, as it was really warm weather, I was wearing only thin shorts! “Like this?” I asked. “Aha – spread your legs a little wider.” I then felt her hand run over my bottom briefly. She gave my shorts a little tug to pull them tight, then patted my behind a few times gently with her hand. “Perfect!” I heard her say. But Mom was working late that night. She'd left us a casserole to put in the oven. I was anticipating my spanking and I was a little apprehensive since it seemed like years since I'd gotten it from Mom. I finally suggested Shayla give me a warmup. Dana was there and wanted in on the action and since this was a punishment, I agreed. Then I talk seriously to her, show her the nature of the fault, and the need of punishment as a cure. Next I put on the waist band, after having told her that if she submits quietly no one needs to know; if she struggles I must call in help (girls generally prefer to be quiet).

I’ll never forget the look on my mum’s face as she started to read the first bad report card I’d ever brought home. It was a mixture of confusion, disappointment – and anger. She didn’t say anything for a long time, then looked at me and simply said: “Your father isn’t going to be happy about this. Go and get dressed for bed, then wait for him in your room.” Excellent. This will be fun then. The cane hurts so very much more then you might imagine, Thomas. I do so love to observe the reaction of a first caning. Perhaps we'd better make sure you stay in place." Having put their problem to bed, she owed them equal respect. They'd bared their souls, and she'd left them uncomfortable. Grabbing her phone, she messaged her friends 'Fixed your problem. Girls' night soon? Just us?' It was a couple of spankings later when everything changed. Shayla and I were in trouble for saying we were at the library studying when we were at boy's house while his folks weren't home. Mom had called the library and figured out our scam and we both knew we were in for a royal roasting. We were both naked in our room, the hairbrush ready and waiting on the bed, along with the big paddle. Shayla had just gone over Mom's lap and the first spank was about to rain down.Directly after it is finished I cover up the part exposed, unfasten the girl, and, finding her probably much subdued, help to resolutions of amendment. If this birching has been judiciously and conscientiously administered, the girl will bear against the operation no resentment, but be ready to ‘kiss and be friends’. Always on the bare, Thomas. Always on the bare," she said patiently, "There's no other way. Now take them down at once or I will double the number of strokes."

She turned on the TV and sat down, looking for all the world like a regular mum. Only she and I knew that five minutes earlier she had paddled my bottom good and sore. Good. I'll expect you at 8am sharp." She raised her eyebrows slightly, indicating that she expected a reply in the affirmative. Now mind, dinnae cry oot when he belts ye. He's a bastard and enjoys hearin' us yell.' Ah did it once an' he jist laughed and gied me a double-hander.' Waiting, Miss Roberts recognized Anya's female silence, her negotiation with herself, her last chance to escape, and her final decision.I think it’s time to sample that wet pussy of yours, madame!” said Mark as he spread Kim’s frogtied legs apart before plunging his very hard tool into her waiting slit. Kim groaned as Mark thrust into her deeply. Mark squeezed, tweaked and slapped Kim’s breasts as he rested within her. And then he thrust into her hard and repeatedly, snarling as he took advantage of her helpless body. Beyond all the politics, one can’t deny that strap-ons have a lot of advantages. You never have to worry about a dildo being soft or too small or diseased, and it won’t accidentally get you pregnant. As Mel put it: “When you’re having sex with a real penis, sex becomes all about what feels good for the penis, and then the penis has to throw up all over your tits. But a strap-on is just for the woman’s pleasure. The dildo doesn’t need to be satisfied.” After that, us doing the warmup was the new norm. It didn't happen when only one of us got in trouble -- Dana got it just a day or two later for something she'd done at school, and Mom spanked and paddled her. But whenever two or more of us were due, Mom let us do the warmup.