I was crying softly, but I knew there was no point in arguing, so I

stuffed my two pillows under my belly and pushed myself into position. I

felt so completely exposed and helpless, my bottom up high and bare for

the leather strap I knew would sting like wildfire. I buried my head in

my arms and cried again.

"Darla, it's your choice. This can be the last spanking you'll ever get,

or it can simply be the first of the last. Your Mother and I will not

tolerate this kind of behavior. We taught you better than this, and we

demand better than this. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy"

"And we will not hesitate to take your panties down over and over again

until you leave this house for good if there is any repeat of this kind of

activity. Do you understand THAT?"

"Yes"

Yes WHAT?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I sobbed.

"That's better. Count for me Darla. And if you do not count,or miss a

count, we start over, is that understood?

"Yes, Daddy.....oooooohhhhhh Daddy, I'm so sorry, please don't strap me

hard Daddy, my fanny stings so much!" I couldn't help myself.

The strap hissed through the air and cracked across my red bottom like a

live wire. I threw back my head and screeched "ONE" through my sobs.

He punctuated the strapping with questions...

"How does that feel, young lady? As good as stealing? Are you learning

your lesson, Darla? Is the strap teaching you? Can you only learn when

your panties are down and Daddy is strapping you?"

I shouted and tossed my hips and bucked my bottom and cried and counted

until I was hoarse...twenty-five strokes in all. When he finished, he

left the room, and my Mother sat on the bed, holding me and pressing a

cool washcloth against my scarlet bottom as I sobbed in her arms.

"I love you, Mommy" I wept, burying my face in her shoulder.

"I know you do, Darla, and we love you too. That's why we were so upset,

and why we had to spank you so hard...do you know that?"

"Yes, Mommy. Thank you."

"Corner time, Sweetie." I groaned again.

"Leave your pants and panties where they are, and go into the dining room.

You'll stand with your nose against the wall for one half hour, young

lady, to think about what happened today. And then to bed. I'll bring

you a sandwich later."

I was beyond shame. I hobbled into the dining room, thankful that at

least my brothers had evidently run downstairs to my Grandmother and

wouldn't see my humiliation. I pressed my hot forehead against the cool

wall and thought about nothing other than the burning sting of my behind,

and how I never wanted to see another Hostess Cherry Pie as long as I

lived!

F/f

Home Discipline

The lights of the valley were spread below them, like white jewels on

a black velvet background. The beauty of view was invisible to Anne

and Jeff because the windows of the car they were sitting in were

fogged up and they had thoughts only for each other. Anne's blouse

was unbuttoned, her bra was unhooked in the front and her skirt was

pushed up around her waist. She and Jeff were kissing deeply, their

tongues moving in and out of each others mouths. Anne moaned softly

as Jeff caressed her vulva through the thin wet lace of her panties.

She felt like she might catch fire from the lust Jeff aroused in her.

As she moved to slip her panties off, she glanced down at her watch.

"Oh my God, Jeff, its already an hour after I promised my parents I

would be home. We've got to leave, now!"