3 comments/ 69617 views/ 16 favorites Punishment Weekend Ch. 01 By: tom6432 (A fantasy written by me for fun. It contains spanking and humiliation so beware. All characters are over 18) Punishment Weekend -Friday Evening Chapter 1 -The Corner Molly stood in the corner of the living room waiting for her punishment to continue. She knew that by the time she went to bed tonight she was going to have to lay on her stomach. She also knew from experience that she was going to have a red, sore, and very well spanked posterior for at least twenty-four hours, and sitting would continue to be difficult for at least two days. She had been in this position about three minutes, hands at her sides, heels together; back straight, panties at her ankles, her nose touching the wall causing her buttocks to protrude. She had two unmistakable red palm prints one on each bare cheek. It was uncomfortable but she knew better than to move or wiggle around. Why was she in this predicament? After all she is 44 years old, vice-president of a travel agency, about 5'7' with short brown hair. She takes good care of herself with regular workouts and a careful diet. She is a good step-mother to my two girls, both attending college but home on break. Karen is twenty-one and Elizabeth is nineteen. Her one bad habit is that she overspends on her credit cards. We have agreed upon a generous budget for her, but every month she always seems to overspend. I warned her, that if this happens again we will have a discipline session she won't forget. In the past several years I have broken her of several bad habits: such as; being late, speeding, temper tantrums, smoking, finger nail biting. Both my daughters and wife are subject to the same discipline. Spanking works for our family. Molly knew she was in big trouble, when I was in the kitchen looking at the mail that had arrived earlier. Normally she is home earlier than I am, but had been held up in traffic today. Both girls were in the kitchen preparing dinner. They were being very quiet, as they had caught a glance at the mail and noticed their college grades among the unopened mail. I waited for Molly to take her coat off and hang it up, and then I said: 'Young Lady come in here now!' Both my daughter's heads snapped around hoping it was not them to whom I was referring. When I acknowledged with a shake of my head it was not them; they let out a sigh of relief and went back to preparing dinner. Molly had a slightly full but attractive figure, she was dressed in a classic long sleeved blouse, above a trim gray skirt with a wide patent leather belt and her well turned legs were complemented by medium length heels and beige stockings. She was the very essence of a professional business woman, poised, well dressed and in charge of a department of some 20 employees. However, when addressed in that fashion, she knew better than to do anything other than what she's been told to do. She scampered into the kitchen and stood next to my chair, ignoring her step-daughters, who glanced over their shoulders at her. She immediately saw the problem, as she stood at attention by my side, bills from several department stores and credit card companies were laid side by side on the kitchen table. I opened each envelope unfolded the statements and reviewed the contents of each bill. She knew that invoiced on each bill were items such as: dresses, skirts, shoes, some jeans, sweaters and she knew I was adding up the damages in my mind. I looked up at her. 'Couldn't help your self again Young Lady,' I said. She then made a major mistake stomping both feet she yelled: 'Damn it I am 44 Years' old, and a business executive, if I want to spend my money on clothes then I will, and besides my sister Barbara said the prices were too good to pass up.' The room suddenly became very silent with all eyes on me. She knew she had lost her temper and it was going to cost here dearly in both the spanking and humiliation department. This was going to be a discipline session, she would remember. I have vowed never to spank my wife or two daughters in anger, but this took all my energy to control myself, so I slowly slid the kitchen chair backwards and counted to ten before I stood up. She knew her mistake immediately and started to stammer out an apology 'I'm ... sorry Sir!' 'Be quiet!' I said in a low firm voice. The kind that indicates she should obey. 'You should have controlled your temper now you will receive the discipline session of your life.' I said. I could see both of my daughters standing there in total disbelief, as I reached for Molly's earlobe with one hand and the straight backed kitchen chair with the other. I marched her into the center of the living room. 'Stand next to the chair, Young Lady and don't say a word,' I said, as I sat down in my recliner. She knew what was coming next and her cheeks began to flush with embarrassment. Not withstanding her age, clothing and makeup, at that moment she felt like a naughty little girl about to be spanked over her Daddy's knee. 'Girls put dinner on hold and come in here,' I ordered. The girls quickly came into the living room. 'Your mother is about to get the tanning of her life on her bare backside and I want both of you to watch.' 'Do you understand?' I said as I looked at each of them. 'Yes Sir', they answered in unison. 'I want both of you to go upstairs, go into the bedroom, and Karen you get the hairbrush, that is on the night table and Beth lay out your mother's discipline outfit on the bed. I want both of you back in 5 minutes,' you could hear an audible sob from my bad little girl standing at attention by the spanking chair. Looking over her shoulder at me, she sobbed and said, 'P...lease Sir they will see me getting spanked, you always make it p-private.' Shaking my head, I said, 'First of all did I not tell you to be quiet, just so you will remember, I want you to print for me, 500 times, by tomorrow at 1:00 - 'I will learn to be quiet when I am told to be quiet' and number each sentence. 'Yes they will you see you getting spanked, you decided to lose your temper in front of them, Young Lady, so you will have your backside tanned in front of them. However, when you are across my lap and I'm spanking your naughty bare bottom, it isn't going to matter who is watching you. I want you to quit worrying about that sort of thing Missy. You should be concentrating on what you did to earn this bare-bottom hairbrush spanking and how you are going to mend your ways in the future.' 'Do you understand?' 'Yes Sir,' she sobbed. Just then the two girls came bouncing down the stairs, the oldest one holding the hairbrush. For once they were both happy they were only going to be witnesses, but were still concerned about the unopened grades on the kitchen table. The hairbrush had a short handle and a smooth back, but its circumference was small, so it tended to concentrate the sting on whatever spot was spanked on her backside. Molly dreaded the hairbrush and was always good for weeks after each session with it. Sitting back on the recliner, I looked at my naughty little girl and said in a firm voice, 'All right Young Lady, we might as well get started.' Both my daughters were still standing staring intently. 'Pull up your skirt and slip and hold them well above your waist. I'll take your under panties down myself, when you are over my knee.' She moaned at this order, but remembering she was in enough trouble, she hesitantly bent over and slowly pulled up her skirt and slip. Bunching them up around her waist, she held them there as I had instructed her to do. She stood with her backside facing us, in her grownup black garter belt, nylons (I don't allow pantyhose) and strangely 'little girl Tinkerbelle cotton panties.' 'My my, what cute little girl panties you selected this morning, Dear. They really look adorable on you'. She had a whole collection of little girl cartoon cotton indies, that she ordered from a mail-order house in her size. Her unusual underwear was by no means her idea. This was one of my hard and fast rules. I wanted her to always know that she was never too old to be spanked, and this was my way of doing so. Her face turned red as she realized what a picture she was making, a 44 year old travel executive, a boss over 20 employees, a mother of two children, standing in the middle of the living room, holding her skirt up around her waist, in front of me and her two grown up daughters, wearing little girl Tinkerbelle panties. She closed her eyes from the shame of it all. 'Turn around slowly,' I told her. I watched as she turned towards me, her face red with embarrassment and her head hanging in shame. 'Come over here,' I ordered 'keep your skirt up, stand in front of your daughters, ask Karen for the hairbrush and thank her for getting it, and thank Beth for laying out your discipline outfit.' Tears started to trickle down Molly's cheeks, as she slowly approached the girls who were now seated and smirking at their mother's predicament. Neither one of them had ever seen this happen before; though they both knew that Mom was spanked by Daddy. 'I also want you to apologize to your daughters for the scene you created in the kitchen, it was rude and disrespectful,' I said. 'How do you expect these girls to respect their father, if you have a temper tantrum, when I am questioning you?' 'Yes sir,' she said quietly as she made her way over to the couch where the girls were waiting. Her face flushed with embarrassment, her skirt still raised to show her little girl undies, she stood in front of couch and started to stammer out an apology 'Karen and Beth I am s.soo sorry for b-eing so.' Just then the doorbell rang! I could see my bad little girl's face get redder with embarrassment and humiliation wondering what I would do. She wanted to make herself as small as possible. I told Beth to see who was at the door. I then came over to Molly and tucked her skirt into her belt in the back, and pulled down her little girl panties inside out to her ankles. I took her earlobe between my thumb and forefinger and marched her shuffling and stumbling to the nearest corner. I then took my palm and walloped her on the right fanny cheek, then the left leaving two red palm prints for everyone to see and told her to push her nose into the corner, put her hands at her sides, her heels together and to stand at attention. 'Daddy its Aunt Babs' Beth called out to me. 'Tell her to come into the living room' I called out to Beth. Punishment Weekend Ch. 02 (A fantasy written by me for fun. It contains spanking and humiliation, so beware. All characters are 18 or older.) Punishment Weekend – Friday Night Molly is spanked Barbara, or Babs, as everyone calls her, came into the house just as I sent her sister Molly to the corner. Molly was waiting to be spanked for over spending on her credit cards. My name is Andy Wilson and I am Molly's husband. I do the spanking in this family. Barbara was Molly's older sister, 47, 5:8, a duplicate of Molly except a fuller figure. She was divorced, lived next door to us and had three daughters all living at home. Susan was 24 and worked as a teacher in the nearby elementary school, Kathleen (21) attends college, and Annie was 18 and a senior in high school. Barbara was a real estate broker. All four have been disciplined by me over the past few years, the 3 daughters at their mother's request, and Barbara because she sometimes acts like a ten year old. As I heard the click of Barbara's high-heeled shoes accompanied by the squeak of Beth's tennis shoes coming across the hard wood floor of the foyer, I could see Molly pressing herself into the corner. Tears trickled down her cheeks, her little girl under panties at her ankles, skirt tucked into her belt, she was ashamed and humiliated to be seen by her older sister. 'I came over because the mailman left this credit card bill in my mailbox and I wanted to give it to you,' she announced. Barbara saw Molly standing in the corner, sniffling, with two red palm prints one on each bare cheek and her panties turned inside out at her ankles. 'Whoops am I interrupting something?' she said with a slight smile. 'What did she do?' 'She overspent her allowance again, and then to compound matters she lost her temper, and used some not so nice language,' I answered noting the smile on Barbara face. Barbara loved to tease her younger sister and couldn't resist now: 'Well it appears as though my little sister is going to get her bare backside spanked in front of the whole family! I know I'd just die of shame. I'll bet she really learns a lesson. Can I stay and watch?' She teased as she spoke in a condescending manner. Molly looked over her shoulder and shouted from frustration: 'DAMN it was her fault, she said the prices were too good to pass up and besides she said it was my money and I could spend it anyway I wanted,' she yelled. That was it; I had thought I had broken Molly of her annoying temper tantrums, but apparently I had not. She had lost her temper once too often tonight. The girls eyes were big as saucers in disbelief, even Barbara was in shock to hear Molly lose her temper. I went over to the spanking chair and sat down. 'Young Lady come over here and stand with your bare backside facing the couch,' I ordered in a firm no nonsense voice. Molly burst into tears as she heard me speak and she began to plead to be spared the humiliation of a spanking in front of her daughters and big sister. 'Please Andy! Don't do this to me, please! I a-am so sorry, please take me to the bedroom, please! I'll just die of shame if they w-watch me get spanked,' She sobbed and stammered like an 8 year old. I was now really annoyed at Molly's disobedience and indicated with my finger where she was to stand, 'Now listen to me carefully Young Lady! You have been disobedient, disrespectful, rude and mouthy and you are going to get your bottom blistered for your actions! Now I don't want to hear any more begging or pleading. You are going to get a sound paddling on your bare cheeks and everyone is going to witness a 44 year old Mother treated like an eight year old juvenile.' Tears poured down Molly's cheeks as she shuffled over to where my finger was pointed. Panties still gathered at her ankles, bare backside on display, and her back facing the couch. I waited realizing that Molly was in a great deal of mental turmoil at the prospect of getting spanked in public. 'That's better Missy!' Molly knew that the entire room was watching her. Sitting back in the spanking chair, I said. 'Young Lady turn around and I will unhook your side and back garters.' Molly was so ashamed that she wished she could die! Sobbing openly now, she shuffled around and stood with her back facing me. I wasted no time and quickly unhooked all four of the garters that held Molly's nylons at the rear and side of the garter belt. Her nylon stockings sagged down in back exposing her bare thighs. 'Now Young Lady, I want you to continue where you left off before Barbara arrived,' I said. 'Stand in front of your daughters, and ask Karen for the hairbrush and thank her for getting it, and thank Beth for laying out your discipline outfit.' I said in a no nonsense voice. 'I also want you to apologize to your daughters and Barbara for the scene you created in the kitchen and the living room,' I said. 'Yes Sir,' she said quietly as she made her way over to the couch where the girls were sitting. Her face flushed with embarrassment, her skirt still raised to show her little girl undies, she stood in front of couch and started to stammer out an apology. 'Karen, Barbara and Beth I am sorry for being so rude and disrespectful thank you for getting my hairbrush and laying out my discipline outfit,' By this time Molly was blubbering like a 8 year old. The girls kept their composure and said nothing; however, Barbara just couldn't resist and said; 'Little sister look at you crying like a baby! You are going to get spanked now! I know I'd just die of shame! But I bet you really learn a lesson! You must really feel like a naughty little girl.' 'Barbara, I won't have you taunting Molly,' I said. 'I think you need to be brought down a peg or two,' 'Karen hand the hairbrush to your Mother, and go to the kitchen and get another chair.' Barbara's face immediately lost its taunting smile and got red with embarrassment no one knew that I spanked her except Molly. Karen got the chair as she was told, I pointed to where I wanted it, which was to my left just in front of where I was seated. I said: 'Barbara you think that you are immune from a good old fashion spanking. You have been teasing Molly all night, and after I finish paddling her fanny you are next.' My daughters could not believe Aunt Babs still was spanked. She was dressed in a white blouse, a red skirt with red heels. She looked very dignified and business-like: 'Now Barbara, lift up your skirt to your waist,' I instructed her. She hesitated for a second, saw the stern look on my face, and reached for the end of the skirt and slowly lifted it up her long legs. Inch by inch her legs came into view. Surprise! Surprise! Her skirt reached the top of her thighs I saw that she had on clear stockings attached to a white spandex panty. The type that is form fitting and holds her tightly together. I could hear the girls gasp, as they saw their aunt exposed in this manner. The garters of her spandex panty were located half way up the legs, pulling tightly on her nylons. The overall effect was to give her a rather trim figure. I could see the embarrassment and apprehension reflected in Barbara's eyes. 'I told you Barbara to pull your skirt all the way up!' I ordered. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as she fumbled with her skirt and slip. She rolled them until both items were bunched at her waist, exposing the waistband of her spandex panty. In a firm voice I said: 'Babs make sure they stay bunched at your waist. Do you understand?' Nodding her head miserably, Barbara held her skirt on either side and waited, with her head hanging in shame. I could see my wife crack a small smile, even though she was in same predicament. 'Karen go get me three safety pins, I'm going to pin your Aunt's skirt and slip up in the back,' Karen quickly got the safety pins and handed them to me. 'Come over here Young Lady,' I pointed to the empty chair. I now had two grown women feeling like children, both sobbing, one with her bare backside on display the other showing off her panties. Barbara stood next to the other spanking chair, which was to my left and in front of me facing away from the couch, where her nieces were sitting. Molly was still standing with her nylons dangling in back; her skirt and slip bunched around her middle and her cute little girl panties at her knees. I walked behind Barbara and took a fold of her slip in my left hand; I then slipped the safety pin through the material and through the material of the skirt onto her blouse midway up her back. Opening the second and third pin, I repeated the same procedure twice, placing the pins at three locations across my sister-law's back to ensure that her skirt would be supported and held away from her bottom. I finished and she was left standing with her white, tight spandex panty fully exposed, the garters of the panty tugging upward towards her stockings. Barbara was totally mortified as she now realized her nieces now knew she wore a type of girdle to minimize her full figure. I let both of them her stand in the center of the room on display for about 5 minutes. The room was hushed all you could hear were two 40 year olds quietly sobbing. Barbara tried to say 'I'm so sorry, S-ir', but could not get the words out, she was so humiliated. I rose from the chair where I was going to spank Molly, and walked over to the other chair and sat down with Barbara to my right. I reached up and worked my fingers into the waistband of the spandex panty pulling the tight spandex girdle inside out over Barbara's full hips. I tugged he tight panty working it over her full buttocks and on down her legs until the waistband was below Barbara's knees. The legs of the spandex panty had turned inside out and the garters dangled loosely, still attached to her clear nylon stockings. Her white nylon panties, under her girdle like garment, stretched tightly over her plump hips and buttocks were all that remained to be removed. I stood up and grabbed her earlobe making her bend over the seat of the chair, as if she were to be spanked, but without benefit of a lap. Her hands touched the floor on one side of the chair. She lowered her head until her face was only inches from the floor. Her back legs were straight, heels together to protect her modesty. Her plump, panty covered buttocks were sticking straight up waiting to be spanked. I then said: 'Barbara, I want you to lower your own panties inside out down to your knees. DO it now!' She reached behind her and hooked the waistband of her white nylon panties with her thumbs and began to tug her panties down. She had to slightly lift off of the chair to work them down over her hips and backside. The panties stopped when they were wedged behind her garters in front and dangling almost to her knee hollows in back. Barbara moaned loudly as she felt the cool air. She knew that her bottom was now completely naked and realized how silly she looked. I gave her a sharp slap on her right and left buttocks, which made her jump and brought her back to reality. She now resembled her sister, whom she had made fun both had bare hind ends, both had two red palm prints one on each cheek, both felt like children about to be disciplined, and both were being punished in public if front of their daughters or nieces. I decided to spank Molly first, so I called her over as I sat down on the original spanking chair. Tears streaked her face as Molly stood in total humiliation, still holding her skirt bunched around her waist the hairbrush in the other hand, her bottom bare and ready to be spanked. Molly felt like her Daddy, not her husband, was going to spank her and she was 8 years old. I looked at her and said in a loud, sharp voice. 'Now don't you feel ashamed of yourself, Molly? Here you are, 44 years old, mother of two college girls, and you are about to get your bare bottom spanked just like a little school girl.' I then rolled up the right sleeve of my white dress shirt. Whenever I begin to roll up that sleeve, the bad girl always breathes a deep sigh, as she now knows what is in store. Then I grabbed Molly's ear again, I began to pull her towards my waiting lap. Molly draped herself across my lap like a naughty girl. To the right her shapely legs fell away and the tips of her pumps dug into the rug. To the left she stretched as far as she could until her nose was inches from the floor. She still held the hairbrush in her hand. I rested my hand casually on her firm bare backside. 'Embarrassed?' I said. I could barely hear her sob 'Yes Sir.' 'Good,' I answered. 'You should be.' I had decided to give her a hand spanking first as a warm up to the hairbrush. In the classic spanking position, naughty girls all act the same whether they're six or sixty. They clench the cheeks of their bare behinds to minimize the target area, and squirm and wiggle as if trying to make it difficult for the punishing hand to strike effectively. My Molly fit the description perfectly, lying jackknifed across my lap, her nylons and panties still bunched at her knees, her skirt and slip now pushed up to her shoulder blades. Not a trace of maturity - just a bad girl about to be spanked by her husband. I raised my hand and held it for a moment high above her generous backside. She knew exactly what was coming. I heard her swallow. WHAP!! I slapped the middle of her cheeks good and hard with the flat of my hand. Her legs tensed and straightened a little and I heard a rush of breath, as if she was relieved that her punishment was finally beginning. I didn't give her time to relax. I lifted my hand again and spanked her once more, even harder, right on the same spot. The loud SLAP! from her firm, solid backside filled the room. This time her right leg briefly kicked up, then quickly returned to the floor. I lifted my right hand and paused. Then I energetically began spanking her bottom again. I slapped up, down, then across from one side to another. By this time I landed a half dozen stingers on her writhing bottom, a prolonged screech of pain escaped from Molly's lips as she became aware of the cumulative effect of the painful stinging smacks. My hand was rising and falling at the rate of one swat per second. I kept up this pace without interruption for at least two minutes, as every inch of her bare bottom and upper thighs quickly took on a bright pink glow. The intensity of the sting was very evident as Molly began to cry louder. 'Just listen to you carry on! One would think you never got a spanking before Missy. I'll give you about thirty seconds to compose yourself before I continue. This is only a warm-up, you know. I am going to use the hairbrush next. I won't tolerate your temper tantrums.' I looked around the room and saw my two daughters with their mouths wide open, they had never seen their Mother spanked before tonight. Barbara was still over the other spanking chair bare-bottomed awaiting her punishment, I could see her cheeks clenching as Molly was being spanked. With that I continued the spanking and two minutes later Molly's fanny was one continuous red glow from the top of her hips to mid-thigh, with special emphasis on the crease at the bottom of her cheeks where she sat. Her crying and blubbering where at an all time high by the time I ceased the warm-up. All attempts at self-control in front of her daughters and sister went by the boards after the first thirty seconds there was no question about it, I was getting my message across. I decided to let Molly regain her composure and to deal with Barbara in the same manner. I pulled her upright; Molly could do nothing but stand trembling and crying doing a funny little girl dance from one foot to another. I assisted her in stumbling over to the corner: I placed her into the corner with her nose buried against the wall 'Young Lady you are to stand in that corner, while I deal with Babs, keep that naughty bare bottom on full display! No rubbing or touching your red bottom,' I gave her a hard hand spank to drive my point home. Punishment Weekend Ch. 03 Chapter 03- Friday Evening (This is a fantasy written for fun. It has humiliation and spanking as a theme, if you do not enjoy that type of story be warned. All characters are over 18) Both my wife, Molly, and her older sister were being punished. My wife was being punished for overspending on her credit card and Barbara for teasing Molly. I walked over to where Barbara was situated. She lay over the spanking chair, bare bottom prominently perched on display for the entire room to see. Her skirt and slip were pinned to her blouse, her stockings, spandex panty, and panties were bunched at her knees as she quietly sobbed. I reached for her ear and stood her up. I sat down and proceeded to drape her over my lap in the same position as her sister was a few minutes ago. Her head was to my left, her long legs stretched out to my right, heels together, buttocks clenched. She was the picture of a little girl, helplessly in my control and at my mercy. She pleaded like a youngster not to be spanked. I could see she felt helpless, humiliated and the shame of being spanked like a little girl over my knee. After all I was her brother not her husband and she was 46 years old. At that moment the doorbell rang. Everyone wondered at what I would say. I thought it might be Barbara's daughters, so I told Karen to answer the door. 'If it is your cousins let them in otherwise, tell them to come back.' Sure enough it was Susan, Kathleen and Annie looking for their mother. 'Hi is Mom here?' asked Kathleen. When they got to the living room they stopped in their tracks. There was Aunt Molly standing in the corner with her red bottom, blubbering like a baby, it was obvious she had just been spanked. There was their mother over my lap about to be spanked. 'Sit down girls,' I said 'Your mother is about to get a long overdue spanking for taunting your aunt and I want you to watch,' Annie, the youngest at 18, started to protest but thought better of it. Turning my attention back to Barbara, I said, 'Young lady, don't you feel juvenile. Across my lap in front of your daughters and nieces, with your undies pulled down and your skirt raised about to get your bare bottom soundly spanked you should feel ashamed of yourself. A 46 year old, mother of three grown up girls, and you act in the manner that requires I punish you like a child,' Barbara's face turned bright red wishing she could get this horrible humiliation over and done, 'Missy I'll teach you to tease your younger sister,' I said and my hand descended and smacked her bottom. She yelped. 'I want you to relax your cheeks and stop clenching, Missy,' I smacked her twice as she did her best to relax her bottom cheeks fearing more punishment. 'Just look at you,' I scolded. 'Are you going to tease your sister anymore when she is going to get a spanking?' I continued to land swat after swat on her fanny globes. 'N0! N0! Never! Please that's enough! I'll be so good, 'She stuttered. 'What a naughty little girl you are,' I said. My hand rose and fell with hard, stinging, crisp and noisy slaps all over her big hind end. She was now crying with big tears falling down her face smearing her mascara. Although she was kicking her legs frantically, the panty girdle and undies twisted tightly around her knees severely hampered her leg movements, and as a result, her bottom remained reasonably well positioned throughout the spanking. 'Are you going to tease your sister again about being spanked?' I asked? 'No,' she cried. 'No what?' I said. I spanked her three times on her upper thighs. 'No Sir. Please no more.' She answered. I gave her bottom ten more hand slaps and made her count and thank me after each spank. By the time I reached ten, she was sobbing the same as her sister. 'I hope you have learned your lesson, young lady?' 'Yes Sir,' she answered, quickly hoping her punishment was over. 'Okay young lady get up,' I ordered, as I reached for her earlobe and helped her up. 'Young Lady you are going to stand in the corner,' I said. 'March and I gave her another hard spank on her already sore backside. Tears were streaming down Barbara's face as she reluctantly turned and shuffled towards the corner. The tight panty girdle was turned inside out and pulled down to her knees with her white panties twisted around her knees. Her knees were squeezed so tightly together that she was forced to shuffle along slightly pigeon-toed toward the corner. Her bottom, like her sister's, was rosy red from the top of the cheeks to mid-thigh. Her makeup was running from the tears and her face was flushed from the humiliation of being spanked in front of the family like a child. I then turned to Molly, who was in her shame corner wondering what was going to happen next. 'Molly, I want you to go upstairs, take a shower. Stop sniveling, Molly. You take a licking now the same as when you were six years old. Get yourself composed, and put on your discipline outfit that Beth laid out. You will be wearing it all weekend, and come down here in 30 minutes. You are going to get your hairbrush spanking before bed. Now blow your nose, and get MOVING.' I ordered. 'Barbara, you are going to spend the next 30 minutes in the corner. I want to hear what Molly has to say about the bills, and if you were involved. Stand at attention, hands at your side, don't move and don't touch your sore red bottom,' I commanded. 'Karen and Beth, my college- aged daughters, go to the kitchen and finish preparing dinner. I will be looking at your grades shortly.' They looked at each other and hurried to the kitchen not wanting to get on my bad side. 'Now you three' I looked directly at Susan, Kathleen and Annie. Your mother told me that you girls have been breaking curfew, back talking, not following orders, and being generally naughty.' I used the word naughty, as if they were children. 'Is that right, girls?' Susan the oldest at 24 decided to speak up. 'I am not going to be treated like a child. I am earning my own living and can come home whatever time I want. Here I am 24, and I am told I have to be home by 11:00. THAT'S RIDICULOUS!' she shouted. 'My friends don't have a curfew. Besides you can't tell me what to do, you're not my father,' Kathleen and Annie couldn't believe their sister had spoken so rudely. 'So you don't need a curfew and you are all grown up, right Young Lady?' I said as I slowly walked over to Susan, with a stern look on my face. Susan immediately knew she had made a huge mistake and started backing away saying: 'I'm sorry Uncle Tom, I really am. P-Please don't spank me I'll be g-good.' 'You don't sound very grown up to me,' I said as I took her ear and gave her a swat through the pretty sun dress she was wearing. 'Ouch,' she cried. I then marched her over to one of the two chairs still in the middle of the living room, swatting her firm bottom all the way. 'Ouch, Ouch I'll be good,' she pleaded. I positioned her to my right side as I sat down 'Now Missy, lift your dress to your waist,' She quickly did as she was told revealing her pantyhose and her pretty grown up lace trimmed pink panties. 'Do you still think you are a grown-up? Did you not see what happened to your mother, just 5 minutes ago? Don't you remember what happened the last time you broke curfew and you got a bare-bottomed spanking? Obviously it did not sink in,' I said. SMACK! SMACK!! I swatted her on her pantyhose covered bottom, making her jump up and down 'Kathleen bring me your aunt's hairbrush, this little lady is going to get the first hairbrush spanking tonight. Also, get a new package of your aunt's little girl cartoon cotton panties. Susan is going to be wearing them tonight and all weekend,' I said. I slowly slid Susan's pantyhose down her hips, over her cute buttocks, down her long legs, until they puddled at her ankles. I then said 'Step out of them you will not need them this weekend.' I pulled her not too gently over my lap, as I was very upset with her, and smacked her 5 times on her pink laced trimmed panties. I took both my thumbs inserted them in her panty waistband and pulled them down inside out over her backside, down her legs, over her black heels and dropped them on the floor right in front of her. I pulled her dress up as high as it would go, so that she was naked from the top of her shoulder blades to her ankles. Susan was 5:4, about 115 pounds, with medium length strawberry blond hair and a very nice well-developed figure. She taught third grade at the local elementary school and was well-liked. Being over her Uncle's knee was not what she had in mind for tonight. Just then Kathleen came back with both the hairbrush and the package of little girl panties Susan would be showing off around the house this weekend. I took the hairbrush from Kathleen and told her to open the package and take one out for her sister to wear. Kathleen choose Cinderella cartoon panties for her big sister of 24 to wear. 'Good choice' I said. Now let's teach Miss Smarty pants a lesson.' Gently smacking Susan's trembling bare buttocks several times with the hairbrush, I said. 'Well now, Susan. It seems that you think you are to grownup for a curfew. As long as you live with your Mother you are not too old for a curfew or a spanking. I'll warn you ahead of time that I am going to spank you very soundly.' I scolded as I rested the hairbrush on her posterior. 'You are going to be crying and bawling like a baby before I am through with you. Your Mother has asked me to discipline you. I am just carrying out her wishes. Isn't that correct Barbara?' She was still standing in the corner sobbing, with her red bottom on display. 'Yes Sir,' she answered. 'That also goes for your sisters,' I looked at both Kathleen and Annie. 'Susan,' I continued 'Keep your hands away from your bare bottom. Before I am through you will be promising to do anything just to keep me from tanning your bare bottom another time. I am not happy with your attitude or your sisters, so hold still and try to act your age' I took the hairbrush and applied it to the fullest part of Susan's backside. I took my time an aimed for her right buttock. A third swing landed on her left cheek. 'Oh, th-that HURTS!' she yelled. I then made a second pass over the same area. 'Keep your heels together and on the ground or I will start on your thighs.' I ordered. 'Now, young lady what do you have to say about your curfew?' I questioned? I landed a seventh and eighth on her lower cheeks, right where she sits. 'EEEEeeeekkkk'! Oh!! OH!! PLeeeeaasee stopppp! It HHuuuurrtsss!!! I'll be a g-g-good girl!! I w-ll l-listen! 11:00 is f-fine' she stammered. 'Young Lady, I am going to give you two more and I want you to count them and thank me' I aimed the first one on the top of the right thigh. 'Thank y-ouuu s-sirrr,' and the second on the top of the left thigh with the same reaction. I laid down the hairbrush and allowed Susan to stagger to her feet, her dress fell down in front and back, but she was bare underneath. I was not surprised, that all Susan could do was reach under her dress in the back, and hop up and down clutching her burning behind bawling like a little child. I allowed her to so, because I wanted to demonstrate to her sisters that even their big sister can act like a child. 'All right Susan, take your hands away from your bottom. No more rubbing, do you hear me young lady? A good spanking is meant to sting and meant to sting badly, and I don't want you rubbing away the sting right away,' I said. 'Now Kathleen give Susan the Cinderella undies, she is going to wear them the rest of the night to remind her she not to grown up to be spanked,' I said. 'Susan put them on right now,' Kathleen handed them to Susan and she gingerly pulled them on under her dress. Now bunch your dress at your waist, young lady and show everyone what you will be wearing this weekend' I ordered. Susan blushed a deep red and still blubbering like an eight year old, lifted her dress up to her waist front and back. There she stood in the middle of the room, tears running down her cheeks, in total humiliation with her dress bunched at her waist in her cute little Cinderella pink underpants. There was one problem, the undies were too large for her, as they belonged to Molly, and were sliding down her hips. The red imprint of the hairbrush was seen as the panties slid down her backside. She tried to grab them with one hand and hold her dress with the other. Her sisters started giggling, as they saw her predicament. One look from me they stopped the giggling immediately. I motioned Susan to come over to me and lay across my lap, I gave her another swat for good measure and she started crying again. I then told Annie to get me two safety pins, which she handed to me. I pulled up Susan's little girl undies good and tight, so that the bottom cheeks of her backside were on display. I took the first pin and rolled the sides of the garment together and pinned it and did the same with the other side. She looked like she had training pants on, with the safety pins holding her undies up. I then gave her another swat on her displayed cheeks and told her to go stand in the corner. She hurried off my lap to the corner as instructed her dress still up around her waist, pinned Cinderella panties on display, with her nose right against the wall in shame and humiliation. I don't think she felt very grown up. At that moment Molly slowly came down the stairs dressed in her punishment uniform. She appeared very contrite and embarrassed. She had showered and her face was freshly scrubbed of all makeup. She was wearing a navy blue plaid school girl skirt, which ended 3 inches above her knee, a white blouse, white ankle socks and saddle shoes, and in her hair were two pink ribbons. The contrast of a 40 year old dressing as a school girl was startling. 'Come over here, Molly,' I said, pointing to where I wanted her to stand, which was to my right side of the spanking chair. 'Lift your skirt I want to see what you have underneath.' She obeyed immediately, not wanting to be spanked again. In to view came her white little girl Snow White cotton panties. I told her to turn around and I tucked the back of her skirt into the back waistband of the skirt; I then took the waistband of her panties and pulled them up nice and tight. She winced as I did so, as her bottom was still very sore. 'Now Young Lady, come over my lap, I want to discuss your naughty behavior tonight,' I ordered. 'Yes Sir,' she quickly obeyed and draped herself over my lap once more. ''Please don't s-spank me a-ag-gain, I'm s-still s-sore from be-fore,' she sobbed. 'Be quiet Missy,' I swatted her once on each cheek, where her cheeks were showing. I said. 'Susan come over here and hand me the hairbrush you just got spanked with and don't let your dress down.' Susan walked over to me still red faced and handed it to me. She was very humiliated about having to wear little girl undies that were pinned because they were too big for her. I then sent her back to her corner with a swat on her panty covered rump. I then turned my attention to Molly, still over my knee, her tushy sticking perfectly positioned. Her nose nearly touching the floor, her arms stretched over her head touching the floor for balance, and her legs were straight with her heels of her saddle shoes touching together. She looked about 8 years old in her jumper, white ankle socks, cartoon panties, and saddle shoes. 'Now Miss lets discuss your behavior tonight and see what we can do to correct it,' I said as I lightly patted her pantied hinny with the business side of the hairbrush. I looked around the living room and saw Molly's 46 year old sister in one corner, skirt up, panties and girdle at half-mast still sniffling. In the other corner was Molly's 24 year old niece with her dress bunched up and what looked like training pants on. My daughters were in the kitchen preparing dinner and my two nieces were still on the couch watching everything. 'Okay, Young Lady I am going to ask you some questions, and I expect some answers. Do you understand, missy.' I said as I lowered her Cinderella panties to her knees. Her bottom was now bare and I could see the redness from her previous hand spanking. Molly moaned and managed to whimper, 'Yes Sir. II u-understand. Oh, please, don't s-spank me h-hard!' I raised the hairbrush and brought it down on her quivering right buttock 'Now Missy only answer my questions with a "'Yes or No Sir answer." Is that clear?' Molly answered 'Yes, Sir,' not wanting another swat with the hairbrush. 'Did you overspend your allowance this month?' I asked resting the hairbrush on her bare cheeks. 'Yes, sir but B-Bar' Once again the hairbrush came down this time on her left buttock. 'Yes or no answers' I again cautioned. 'I will be questioning Barbara very shortly, so I would only concentrate on worrying about your own predicament.' I said firmly. 'Did you lose your temper?' I asked? 'Did you keep talking after I told you? Not to speak?' 'Were you rude in front of the family?' 'Were you disobedient, when you went over your allowance?' Molly kept answering 'Yes Sir' to all my questions. 'Now Missy here is what is going to happen.' I said and I applied the hairbrush to Molly's left buttock, right where the buttock meets her left thigh. 'First you are grounded for the weekend; next you will wear your punishment uniform the entire weekend. It will be pinned in the back so your punishment panties can be seen by everyone. You will have no supper tonight and you are going to be sent to bed early the entire weekend.' I said. 'While we are eating supper you can sit on the kitchen stool in the corner with your panties down and your bare fanny on the hard wooden seat. You can start your lines while you are waiting and by the way it is now 1000.' I continued. 'For your rude language, you are going to get your mouth washed out with soap tomorrow morning. Tonight while you are sitting on the punishment stool I am going to put a bar of soap in your mouth. And last but not least, you are going to get your cheeks tanned before you go to bed, but it won't be the last time this weekend. I also want you to carry your hairbrush with you everywhere you go this weekend. Do you understand me?' I again whacked her with the hairbrush this time on her right buttock near the thigh. 'Y-yesss S-irrrr OOOOwwww Oooouuuccch!' she cried. 'Good, now get yourself into the kitchen and do as you are told,' Molly nodded her head miserably, staggered to her feet and made her way to the kitchen rubbing her bottom, tears trickling down her cheeks, her panties still at her knees making it difficult to walk. Her skirt was still tucked in the back. She definitely did not look or act 40. I then turned my attention to Barbara. 'Come here, Barbara,' She turned towards me and began to shuffle pigeon-toed, her panties and panty-girdle till twisted about her knees, over to where Molly had just stood. I lowered her over my lap and began questioning her. 'Did you encourage, Molly, to overspend her allowance?' 'No Sir,' she answered. 'I don't think that is correct.' 'That's not what, Molly said,' I said with another smack of the hairbrush. 'Yes, yes I e-en-cou-raged h-h-er,' She cried and stuttered. My hand fell with hard, stinging, crisp and noisy slaps all over her backside. 'Awww!! Awwww! Awwww!' she sobbed. I continued to spank here thoroughly up one side down the other, from the top of her buttock to the upper thigh. She blubbered like a six year old not a 46 year old mother of Three. 'You also are grounded for the weekend, you will wear a blouse and you will also continue to wear your panty-girdle and nylons this weekend. If you act up I will 'pin you' again. No supper tonight and you are going to be sent to bed early the entire weekend. Next while we are eating supper you can sit on the kitchen stool in the corner with your panties and panty-girdle down and your bare bottom on the hard wooden seat. Do you understand me?' I again whacked her with my hand this time on her right buttock near the thigh. Punishment Weekend Ch. 03 'Y-yesss S-irrrr OOOOwwww Oooouuuccch!' She cried. 'Good, now get yourself into the kitchen and do as you are told,' Barbara nodded her head, got off my lap and made her way to the kitchen rubbing her bottom, tears trickling down her cheeks, her panties and girdle still at her knees making it difficult to walk. Punishment Weekend Ch. 04 -Punishment Weekend 4 -Friday Evening (This is a fantasy written for fun. It contains spanking and humiliation of mature young ladies. If this is not your thing please skip. All characters are over 18) ================== Both my wife, Molly, and her older sister were punished. My wife was punished for overspending on her credit card and Barbara for teasing Molly. In addition, I had humiliated and spanked Barbara's oldest daughter, Susan, for her rudeness. 'Dinner is ready,' Karen called from the kitchen. Karen is my oldest daughter attending College and home for the holidays. She is 23 years old. Her sister Beth was also attending College and is 21 years old. 'Kathleen and Annie you may go to the kitchen,' I will bring your sister. They were Barbara's daughters. With that they hopped off the couch and found seats in the kitchen. I walked over to Susan still in her corner and grasped her ear, I marched her out to the kitchen swatting her panty covered bottom all the way. SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! 'Not so grown up now are you Young Lady?' I said to my 24 year old niece. Arriving in the kitchen, I sat and had Susan stand to my right side. Molly and Barbara were sitting in opposite corners on high kitchen stools. Their feet were on the top rung of the stool to balance them causing their bare cheeks to spread wide and peek over the seat of the stools. They had very red cheeks. Barbara's girdle, panties and stockings dangled at her knees and Molly's panties were tight around her ankles. Their heads were lowered as they were mortified to be so exhibited in front of their children. I reached over and unsnapped the safety pins from Susan's cute Cinderella undies and they started to slip down her buttocks. I allowed them to fall to her knees and turned her around, as I attached the pins to her dress. 'Sit down Young Lady. This weekend you are to wear the cartoon panties every day. Use the package Kathleen gave you. When you are walking around I want your dress up so I can see your selection. Whenever you sit you are to ask someone to unpin you, because I want you to sit on your bare cheeks. When you get up ask someone to re-pin you. Is that clear? You are also grounded this weekend.' Her face was bright red, but she answered 'Yes Sir.' 'Beth, please get me the Ivory bar soap from the sink,' I said. She handed it to me and I walked over to where Molly was sitting. 'Open your mouth,' I ordered. 'No Please Sir not the soap,' She sobbed. I stood her up turned her over the kitchen stool and asked Karen to get the strap from the bedroom. Karen was back in a flash. 'Did I not give you an order, Young Lady?' 'Yes Sir,' She whined. 'Do you know what I am going to do to you now? Come on answer me.' 'You're going to strap me,' She said. 'Oh no Missy. That sounds much to grown-up, and it doesn't describe what you are in for at all. I'm going to put you across my knee like a naughty little girl, and spank your bare bottom with my strap while you howl and cry. Not a strapping Young Lady, a spanking. A very painful tanning with you over my knee; not bent over the kitchen stool like a big girl, but spanked like a 6 year old. The next time I give you an order, I want no backtalk.' With that I took her earlobe and walked her over to the kitchen chair, sat down, and displayed her over my lap. She was already sobbing 'I'll be good, pleaseee, I'll be ggood I pro-mmise'. She looked so cute with her red bottom on display, her hair in ribbons; her school girl skirt tucked into the back waistband and her little girl panties at her knees. I gently arched her fanny over my knees making her backside protrude nice and high. Her legs were slightly spayed so I could see her bare vulva lips. She must keep herself shaved bare. I bent to peer into her soiled panty crotch. It had some wet pee stains probably caused by leakage from being frightened and embarrassed. 'Molly are those pee-pee stains I see in your panties? You are a big girl why did you not ask me if you could go potty. I am not pleased Young Lady maybe you need a diaper and training panties.' I spoke to her in the most condescending manner. 'Oh Sir, I'm sorry,' Molly responded from her position over my lap. 'I am just so nervous,' She whined. 'It certainly seems like you need some supervision in the potty room,' I answered. 'I am sure I can provide you with some assistance unless you prefer to wear pampers.' I brought the strap down on her tender cheeks with a resounding 'Whack.' The strap left a red mark across both cheeks. The next stinging strap mark landed on her right buttock cheek. I followed up with a snap of my wrist across her left cheek. I then proceeded to land a series of hard licks, delivered slowly and methodically to the exact same spot of her bottom where she sat - just above the thighs. The last two landed in between her legs hitting her pussy lips making her yelp in pain. 'Now, miss do you think you can do as I ordered?' I asked. 'Yyes Oooowwww Ouuuch Sir P-pleaseee it h-hurts, it HUUURRRTS, p-please I'll do anything.' 'Missy take this soap bar and put it in your mouth until we finish dinner.' Molly took it without a word and put the bar of soap into her mouth 'Now get back up on the kitchen stool facing the corner and write your lines Miss pee-pee panties,' I ordered. The girls and I ate our dinner without speaking. I wasn't really angry anymore, but I was doing a good job of pretending that I was. When we finished, I said 'Susan and Barbara clear the table! Be very careful not to drop anything.' Susan walked over to me and said 'Please Sir fix my panties' Her face was completely red, and her head was hanging from the shame of having to ask her Uncle to pull up her cute panties. I slowly draped her over my lap to increase her awareness. I took my time pulling up her cartoon panties from there resting spot at her knees, and fastened them with the two safety pins one on each side to make them look like training panties. I then pulled them tight so that they rode up her fanny on either side of her cheeks, and gave her another two hard swats. Susan started crying all over again. Mother and daughter shuffled about taking hurried, minced steps as they took the plates and utensils over to the sink. They presented quite a sight, Susan in her look alike training panties holding her skirt up to her waist, and Barbara with her skirt pinned up, her bare bottom on display and her girdle and panties at her knees. I then turned my attention to Karen, Beth, Kathleen and Annie. 'You four go into the living room, and lower your jeans to your ankles. I want to see you standing at attention in front of the sofa,' I ordered. I believe a girl is more likely to tell the truth if she has lost some of her dignity. All 4 scrambled into the living room, they had learned a lesson from the experiences of the three older woman. 'Molly take the soap bar out of your mouth. Do you think you can control your rude mouth,' I said. 'Yes Sir,' She stammered. 'Good now rinse your mouth out then go into the living room and stand in the corner. Do you have to potty?' I asked further embarrassing her. 'No Sir,' She promptly answered her head down in shame. If you continue to be polite I won't wash your mouth out with soap tomorrow,' I said. 'Thank you sir,' She said as she went to the sink to rinse the soap suds from her mouth. 'Susan once you and your mother finish the dishes come into the living room and stand next to your Aunt Molly. 'Do you understand?' I said. 'Yes Sir,' They answered in harmony. I left them to complete their chores and walked into the living room carrying the unopened grades from college. When I entered the living room, there were 4 mature young ladies standing at attention facing the couch, with their jean's puddled at their ankles and their bikini panties on display. Their panties were very skimpy and tight and you could see eight bottom cheeks peeking out of the bottom edges. Karen and Kathleen the oldest at 23, of the four, had on white and pink nylon panties respectively. Beth, who was 21, had on a pair of nylon flowered undies and Annie the youngest at 19 had on a bright yellow thong. Punishment Weekend Ch. 05 Punishment Weekend –Chapter 5 (This story is fantasy, which has nothing to do with reality. It could not happen so it was written for fun. If spanking and humiliation bother you please skip this story. All characters are over 18) ============ When I entered the living room, there were 4 mature young ladies facing the couch, with their jeans puddled at their ankles and their bikini panties on display. Each girl faced a seat cushion, as there were four cushions. Their panties were very skimpy and tight and you could see eight bottom cheeks peeking out of the bottom edges. Karen my oldest daughter, at 23, and Elizabeth my youngest daughter, at age 21, were home from college. Karen was wearing a white nylon bikini and Beth a pink nylon bikini. Kathleen, my niece, was 23, and in college, she wore a blue nylon bikini and Annie my youngest niece at 19 wore a bright yellow thong exposing the most flesh. She was a senior in high school and captain of the cheerleading squad. At that moment the rest of the trio walked into the living room heads hanging, mother and aunt with bare bottoms, shuffling along with panties at their knees like two 7 year old girls instead of 40 year old women, and one 25 year old that was in her cartoon undies. “Did you finish in the kitchen?” I asked. “Yes Sir,” they replied. “Are the dishes in the cabinet?” “Yes Sir.” “I will check later.” “Molly did you rinse your mouth of the soapy taste?” I had placed a bar of soap in my wife’s mouth, so she would remember not to use naughty language again. “Yes Sir.” “Are you going to use that kind of language again?” “No Sir.” “If you do I will march you up to the bathroom and I will wash your mouth out with soap. Do you understand Young Lady?” I asked firmly. “Yes Sir,” she stammered feeling humiliated to be spoken to in this manner in front of everyone. “I have business to take care of with these four young ladies,” I said pointing to the girls standing at the couch. You three will be placed in a shame circle until I finish with them, “I said. My wife knew what I was going to do and let out a small sob, but the other two did not know. “Susan come over here so I can unpin you,” I ordered. I unpinned her two large safety pins and her undies dropped to her ankles. “Girls lift your skirts nice and high well above your hips,” they each followed my orders showing everything below their waist. I slowly walked around each girl inspecting each of them. “Susan I want your vagina lips shaved bare by tomorrow I will be inspecting,” she had some fuzz in between her legs. Both Molly and Barbara were as smooth as a baby. “Now girls form a circle and squat down. I want your feet flat on the floor. Your legs should be shoulder length apart and your knees touching your chests,” all 3 squatted awkwardly showing each other their vagina and anus areas. “Susan hold your Aunt’s ear with your left hand. Molly you do the same to Barbara, and Barbara grasp your daughter’s ear. I want each of you to place your thumb in your mouth and suck loudly on your thumb. I want to hear your sucking and don’t worry about drooling.” I said as I smiled. I walked in a circle around each of them observing their positions. They were each fully exposed, as they squatted awkwardly in position. Susan and Molly’s panties were spread as wide as their legs permitted. Barbara had a different problem and was mortified because she had to deal with stockings, a girdle and panties at her ankles causing her to be placed in a very undignified position. All three heads were down in embarrassment as they spread their legs, and held on to each ear while sucking on their thumbs. “Stay like that until I dismiss you. Is that clear?” I heard all three say “Yes Sir” in unison, as they struggled to stay balanced. “Do you know why you are in this shameful position girls?” I asked. My wife, Molly, answered immediately. “I over spent my allowance Sir.” This was followed by my sister, Barbara, who stated “I teased my sister.” Lastly, Susan, my oldest niece said “I thought I was too old to be disciplined.” “Very good girls now place your thumbs back in your mouth.” I ordered. Next, I turned to the four girls facing the couch and ordered them to turn towards me with their heels together and their hands behind their back. Their jeans were puddled at their ankles. “You are not to move or fidget while I am speaking to you,” I said in a condescending manner, as if they were children instead of adults. I was directly in front of my daughters and nieces. I glanced at the four girl’s faces. I could see how mortified and disgraced they were by the look on each face. Pointing to my two nieces I said “You girls may get dressed and go home. You are both grounded for the weekend. I want both of you in bed, as soon as you get home. I will be over in the morning to deal with your naughty bottoms. Cancel all of your activities. There will be no TV, radio, computer or phone calls. If one of you disobeys I will take both of you to the woodshed for a bare bottom strapping. I hope that is clear?” Both girls said “Yes Sir,” as they quickly pulled up their jeans and headed to the door grateful for the reprieve. I looked at my two daughters still standing showing their undies. In my hand I held the unopened report cards. “Daddy we can explain,” Karen started to stammer. I stopped her with a stern look. “Explain what? That both you and Beth’s grades have dropped since last semester. I already know. I received a call from your resident supervisor, Miss Davis, last week about your grades, and how you have not been studying but partying. We will meet with her tomorrow.” Linda Davis was the 22 year old student resident, who presided over my girl’s dorm at school. Karen shifted her weight from foot to foot and stared at the floor intently. “Stop fidgeting! Keep your hands at your sides and look at me when I when I am speaking to you!” I said. Tears started to form in her eyes, “Yes Sir,” her bottom began to clinch in expectation of the spanking she knew was coming. I slowly opened each of the envelopes containing their grades. “Hmmmm, each of you fell down one whole grade in every subject. I am NOT happy with you girls. What do you two have to say?” I questioned as I looked at each girl. Beth spoke up: “We are sorry Daddy; we will try to do better.” “I’m afraid I’m sorry is not good enough! Did you say you will try to do better? After I tan your bare backsides with the hairbrush I guarantee you will do much better,” with that announcement I took each of my naughty little girls by their ears and marched them over to the spanking chairs. They tripped and stumbled because their jeans were still around their ankles. “Now stand at attention, hands at your side, heels together, head up, and don’t move or talk,” I swatted each of them on their bikini seats to emphasize my orders. I decided to make Beth and Karen wait for their spanking. I felt the anticipation would do them good. “Okay now,” I said. “You may stand,” I ordered my wife, sister and oldest niece. All three let go of each other’s ear and stopped sucking on their thumbs. I could see their blouses were wet from the drool dripping from their lips caused by the sucking. Their panties were still at their ankles exposing their entire front and backside. “Molly, your niece, is going to take you upstairs and will dress you in your punishment yellow drop seat jammies. Susan will also supervise you as you wash your face and hands, brush your teeth and go potty,” I ordered. “Susan if your aunt disobeys you I give you permission to tan her backside. The hairbrush is on the night table next to the bed.” “But Sir I can do it,” I heard Molly stammer. Turning her around I swatted her 3 times on her bare posterior. “Do as I tell you!” I motioned Susan over so I could pin her too big undies. Now MARCH and be back here in twenty minutes.” Off Molly went stumbling up the stairs sobbing, with Susan right next to her. Molly knew she would be sleeping on her stomach tonight. I then took Barbara’s ear and walked her to the back door swatting her bare fanny as she slowly walked with her panties, stockings and girdle impeding her progress. Each mincing step she took resulted in a spank to alternate cheeks. In all about 10 swats landed on her behind before she reached the back door. “I want you to go home through the backyard. You are grounded like your daughters. I want you in bed immediately. I will deal with you once again in the morning.” “Yes Sir”, she sobbed as she pulled up her panties stockings and girdle and walked through the yard to her house. I could see her enter her door and head upstairs. I sat on the spanking chair and motioned my youngest to stand in front of me. I grasped the waistband of her skimpy pink bikini and pulled it down in one motion. The panty turned inside out as it reached her knees. “Make sure it stays at your knees young lady,” I said. Beth had to spread her legs slightly to insure the undies would not fall past her knees. “You will no longer wear big girl panties until your grades improve. From now on you and your big sister will be wearing full cut cotton school girl panties at all times,” I ordered. Karen was next as I crooked my finger for her to stand in between my knees. I slowly lowered her panty over her hips turning it inside out to her knees. “Stand there while I spank your sister and do not let your panty drop,” I ordered. I stood up and in one motion placed my foot on the spanking chair and lifted Elizabeth over my one knee. Elizabeth was about 5:2 and weighted just 100 pounds. Her brown hair was in a ponytail. I held her easily. She dangled ignominiously with her head down and her backside high over my knee. “Daddy no please,” she started to cry. Her legs were tan along with her shoulders and back including where her bra tan line should have been. In addition, I could see where her tan lines ended on her cheeks. Her bottom was white where her bikini swim suit ended, which revealed most of her bottom cheeks. Apparently my little girl showed a great deal of flesh this summer. “Young lady you seem to have no modesty at the beach you are almost entirely tan including where your bra should be and your swim suit bottom. We are going to go shopping for a swim suit that is much more suitable,” I said as I swatted her bare behind 4 times on the white of bare hindquarters. I then began to spank her, the palm of my right hand landing all over her quivering bottom with stinging, crisp, noisy spanks. I started on her left buttock. I worked into a steady rhythm; it took only moments before Beth’s twenty-one year old bottom was a deep pink and then a blotchy red. To Beth’s credit she didn’t try to reach back and because of her dangling position she did not clench her cheeks. Her head hung in shame; she realized she really deserved every bit of this spanking. Tears rolled down her face from the stinging heat and the embarrassment of being treated like a child. I spanked her about 30 times from the top of her bottom to her upper thighs on both sides. “I am sorry that I have to do this to you, Elizabeth,” I said, as she lay over my leg sobbing. “I had hoped that you would take responsibility for your school work while you were at college and this would not be necessary. Clearly that has not happened. You continue to act like a naughty little girl, and naughty little girls eventually have to have their panties lowered and their backside spanked. For some little girls it is the only way to teach them, and I am sorry to say that I think you and your sister are one of them. In fact, I have a feeling you are long overdue for this. And since you are a little girl that needs to be spanked, Elizabeth, I am going to start doing it again beginning with this weekend. Do you understand?” “Yes D-Daddy,” she cried. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” “Young lady remember this the next time. Now tell me why you are getting your fanny warmed, in front of everybody.” “Please let me up,” she blubbered. “Please don’t spank me anymore,” she actually sounded like a child not a 21 year old college student. “I asked you a question, young lady, and I want an answer,” I spanked her five times twice on each cheek and once in the center on the fullest part of her firm bottom. “Why I asked you?” I demanded. “Because of my grades,” she cried “Please Daddy no more!” “That’s right young lady,” I said. “And I will spank you if you get bad grades or are disobedient or talk back or are naughty,” I said as I finished the spanking. “Now Missy up to your room and into bed,” I ordered as she half tripped trying to leave the room as soon as possible. Karen, my oldest at 23, was wide eyed after seeing her young sister get the tanning of her life. Her panties were at her knee hollows with her jeans at her ankles. She was a junior at the same college Elizabeth attended. Karen was studious and had done well until Beth had arrived then her grades dropped. I intended for her to keep those grades up even if I had to spank her every weekend until she finished school. I walked over to her and reached for her left earlobe and walked her over to the spanking chair. Her face was streaked with tears, Karen was very sensitive about her appearance and to be humiliated in front of the family was too much for her. She started to sob before the first spank. I intended to treat her like a child and spank her over my lap. “Please Daddy don’t spank me in front of everyone, p lease take me to my r-room. Please Daddy please I’m 23 years old!” “You come over my lap Missy,” I gently placed her over my lap. “Karen I don’t care how old you are; I will not tolerate your grades dropping. I think it will do you a world of good to be punished in front of everyone just as if you were a little girl. I went on scolding her as she lay across my lap, Karen was 5:6, 115 pounds, with long brown hair. She also was athletic, as were all of the girls in the family and her body showed it. The white panties contrasted with her tan beautifully. Karen wore glasses and was normally a very good student. I pulled her panties down to her ankles and lifted her blouse until she was naked from her shoulder blades to her ankles. She was the picture of a contrite little girl as I looked down at her. I could see her blushing cheeks and wet eyes. Her glasses had slipped down her nose, but she dared not adjust them. Again I could see the tan lines were much too high on her backside cheeks as well as her bra spot. Draped over my knee with her precious white bare rear cheeks staring at the ceiling, I patted her soft clenching buns with the backside of the hairbrush. “My Karen you sure have grown up back here,” She sobbed from total shame. I slowly raised the hairbrush off Karen’s backside and waited until my sorrowful twenty-three year old daughter relaxed her behind then: TH-WHack!!! TH-WHack!!! Almost instantaneously, Karen reacted with a loud pleading, more like a young teenager, than a mature young woman she liked to think she was. “Please, Daddy, please please!!!” she pleaded “It HURTS PLEE-se!!!” I continued with the spanking until her bottom cheeks turned red and crimson, as well as her upper thighs. I paid particular attention to her the crease at her lower cheeks and upper thighs where she sat. Her tears started flowing and her nose dripped like a faucet. She was blubbering like a child, promising over and over to study, if I would just stop. After about 15 smacks with the hairbrush, I stopped and let her cry her eyes out. By now her glasses had slipped to the end of her nose and her long beautiful hair was covering her face. “Now young lady, let that be a lesson to you. I want you to pull your undies up and join your sister upstairs and in bed. You and she are grounded for this weekend. I want you two studying this weekend. In addition, I am going to tan your fannies, in front of Miss Davis when she arrives tomorrow. Now GET GOING!” She slowly got up pulling her white bikini’s up as she did so. At that moment, Molly came down the stairs with Susan at her side. Molly was sobbing and holding her backside. She looked like a little girl in her yellow drop seat jammies with the bunnies on them. The jammie had a drop seat. It was light cotton with long sleeves and footies for her feet. She did not look like the 44 year old wife with two college aged daughters. “I see you are rubbing your bottom Missy any reason young lady?” I asked knowing the reason, but asking my wife to verbalize it. “Yes Sir,” she answered slowly with her head hung in shame. “Why?” I asked. “Miss Susan spanked my bare backside for questioning her about the jammies,” she answered. “You mean your 25 year old niece spanked a 44 year old Mother of two?” “Yes Sir,” she answered “Let’s see if she did a good job young lady.” I told Molly to turn around, so her bottom was facing me. I unsnapped the drop seat exposing her entire bottom. I could see the hairbrush marks on her cheeks. They were a fiery red and looked very sore. I felt her cheeks with my palm and felt the warmness. Molly jumped in pain when I touched her indicating Susan had spanked her very hard for disobedience. “Okay Missy I will not spank you again tonight. You will go upstairs and get into bed even though it is only 8:00. You are grounded for the weekend. Leave your drop seat down so your bare posterior is showing,” I watched as she tucked her head and climbed the stairs a defeated naughty 44 year old. “As for you Susan you are grounded as well. You are a 25 year old teacher and should know better. I am not pleased with you at all. You will go home and go right to bed. I will see you in the morning with your Mother and two sisters. Now bend over and raise your skirt.” I ordered. Susan lifted her skirt nice and high showing her childish undies and bent over with her bottom facing me. I took her under my arm and spanked her several times on both her panties and her upper thighs until she was sobbing. I let her up and she went out the door rubbing her cute fanny. My work was finished until tomorrow. “ .