****** Punishment Never Forgotten by Secretkeeper1955 ******
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Punishment Never Forgotten


This is a partially fictitious story based on real events. E-mail comments to
Secretkeeper1955@yahoo.com.

I was 17 and in the 12th grade on the day I leaving with my family on Spring
break where I met the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Well, I didn't
exactly meet her. She was with a girl I knew and all I did that day was notice
her. And notice her wasn't really the word. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
And I thought about her for the next week. When I got back from my trip, I made
it a point to find out who she was.

It turned out her name was Mary and she lived in a townhouse project right next
to my neighborhood, literally a few hundred yards from my house. She was 15,
blonde, had a fantastic figure, simply gorgeous. She was an only child and
lived with her mom and dad. I had never met her because she was still in the
Junior High and hung with a different crowd.

Little did I know that Mary and her family would let me observe a lesson in
discipline that I would never forget before that summer was over. By the time
school let out that year Mary and I were dating exclusively. Both her parents
worked and I had never met them, although we hung at her house the entire
summer. She told me they were really strict and that their punishments could be
severe, but it never came up again after that. We enjoyed the summer, watching
TV in her lower level rec room and making out a lot. We were both virgins and
would remain that way that summer, but we still explored each other's bodies
every chance we got. I got to see her magnificent breasts a couple of times
that summer, but I never had seen her completely nude.

In mid-July we got some bad news. Her dad had accepted a new job 300 miles away
and they would be moving before school started. We were sad, and tried to make
the best out of what was left with our summer. Anyway, what happened near the
end of August caught me entirely off guard. Mary and I were in the rec room on
a Friday afternoon making out. We were alone and really getting into it. She
was dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a short tee shirt that showed her
belly button. I had my hand up her shirt and her bra undone. The TV was on, I
don't recall what we had on, and I thought I heard something. Out of the corner
of my eye I thought I saw someone standing there watching us.

Just then Mary yelled "Mom!" and jumped up. Her Mom was standing there in the
doorway with her arms crossed. I had never seen her before, but she looked a
lot like Mary and seemed quite angry.

She ignored me, looked at Mary and said, "Is this how you act when we are at
work?"

Mary stammered, "No, Mom, I'm sorry! Please don't tell Dad!"

Her mom said, "It's too late for that young lady. You will have to be taught
right from wrong. Your father is on his way home early to take care of a few of
the moving details. He will have to see to your punishment too." I got up and
her mom asked, "Where do you think you are going?" I said I was leaving. She
said "No you aren't, unless you want me to call your parents and tell them what
has been going on here. You are part of the problem and will stay for the
punishment." I sat back down wondering what was going on. Her mom then ordered,
"Young lady, stand in the corner and prepare for your spanking!"

I couldn't believe Mary was going to get a spanking, she was 15, surely too old
to be put over a knee, but I sat there quietly and watched. Mary seemed nervous
and pleaded with her mom, "Please Mom, not with him here. Let him leave first!
This isn't fair. This is embarrassing! I'll do anything if we can handle this
privately like we always do. Pleeese!"

Her mom replied, "You didn't mind what he was doing to you a minute ago, and
you didn't seem overly embarrassed then, I'm sure you won't mind him seeing you
get your punishment. And if it does embarrass you, maybe that will make you
think next time. Now prepare yourself."

Mary walked to the corner and faced it, as if she knew the drill, with her back
to me. Her mom said, "You are disobeying me, young lady. You know what's next.
Prepare now for your punishment or I will be forced to tell your father you
ignored my orders!"

Mary glanced over her shoulder at me and looked frightened and began undoing
her jeans and pushed them down below her butt, just enough to expose her
panties. Her mom told her to keep going. She again looked over her shoulder at
me, and then looked back to the corner. Her face as redder than I had ever seen
it. She pushed her panties down to expose her bare rear.

Her mother was clearly getting impatient and snapped, "Young lady, your
punishment will me more severe than usual since you don't seem to want to obey
me. You know the rules! Now get those pants and panties off!"

Mary immediately bent over and pushed them down to her ankles, then pulled her
feet out. She kicked them off to the side. I had never seen her without pants,
matter of fact I had never seen a naked girl, so this was quite a show,
especially as she bent over, and I was hard as a rock.

Surely her mom wouldn't notice, and I shifted my body slightly. Her mom said,
"Dinner will be ready in a half hour, your father will be home before then.
Your boyfriend will join us for dinner tonight. You stand right there like that
until your father talks to you. I hope your embarrassment teaches you
something." And she went up the steps.

As she went up the steps I admired Mary's butt. It was really cute! When I
could hear she was in the kitchen, I asked Mary what the hell was going on. She
was crying and said she was in big trouble. But she didn't move from the
corner. Didn't look at me. I said I wasn't hanging around until her dad got
there, but she begged me to stay. She said she would get it worse if I leave. I
have to admit it was a strange predicament to be in, but I found it highly
erotic. Just then we heard her dad come in the door upstairs and the two of
them quietly talking in the kitchen. Her dad started down the steps. He stepped
into the room and asked Mary what had happened. He ignored me except for a
quick glance. Mary began to talk into the corner, and her dad told her to turn
around and look at him when she talked. She turned and I saw her pussy for the
first time. She had neatly trimmed thin blonde hair; I could see the definition
of her pussy lips clearly. I expected it to be trimmed from the skimpy bathing
suits she wore when we swam, but this was beyond my expectations! I was turned
on!

Her dad said, "Your mother tells me you were letting him feel your breasts. He
wasn't sucking on them or marking them up, was he?" Mary said no, but her dad
told her to get her shirt and bra off. She nervously looked at me, but obeyed
him immediately, pulling her shirt over her head, then unhooking her 34 B bra
and pulling it off. Her breasts were firm and stuck straight out. Her nipples
were pink and hard. She was now completely naked, and what a body! Her dad got
closer and looked over her breasts and said, "Mary, it's dinner time. You and
your boyfriend can come up now to eat. You will dress exactly as you are now
for dinner, naked."

He turned and went up the steps. Mary followed and I took up the rear. What a
sight following her up those steps. We went into the dining room and there was
a table set with four chairs. Her mom and dad took the two ends, and Mary and I
took the other two chairs, facing each other. We didn't eat much. There was no
talking during dinner. And looking at a naked girl, even though I could only
see her breasts at this point, made me think of other things than eating even
with her parents there.

We finished dinner and her mom said Mary and I would do the dishes. They went
into the Living Room to watch TV and we cleared the table and loaded the
dishwasher. It was all I could do to be this close to her while she was naked,
but I didn't dare try to touch her. Her mom called in not to forget the trash.
I said to Mary I would take it. After all, she was naked and the dumpster was
about 100 ft. away from her front door in the middle of the parking lot. It was
dark by now, but the parking lot was well lit. It would only take me about 2
minutes total.

As I headed for the door, her Mom walked in and said, "Mary will take the trash
out, not you."

Mary was in shock. She said, "No, you can't mean it! The neighbors are out
there. My friends are out there. I would die! I won't do it!"

Her mother said, "I told you your punishment would be more severe than usual.
You will do it and you will do it right now. Your friend will stay here. You
will carry the bag all the way to the dumpster yourself, without hiding your
body. We will watch you from the front door. Your punishment will be worse if
you don't do exactly as you are told."

She picked up the bag and stepped outside. She tried to cover her breasts but
must have remembered what her mom had said and dropped her arms. She quickly
headed across the lot, opened the gate and disappeared inside. We were watching
and no one appeared to be around, but I was wondering who else might be
watching. There were maybe 30 or so town homes that faced this dumpster and
anyone could be looking out front or heading for their cars. And the main road
to the rest of the complex was right behind the dumpster. Mary opened the gate,
peeked outside, and then quickly started back toward the house. Her breasts
bounced wildly as she hurried. She ran inside and I could tell she was relieved
it was over. Her dad told her she did well and then told us to come into the
living room. When we walked in there was this unusual contraption in the middle
of the room. I had never seen anything like it. It looked homemade, something a
weekend woodworker might do in his garage.

Her mom showed me to a chair directly in front of the contraption, no more than
10 feet away. Her dad told Mary to prepare for her punishment. Mary was
obviously familiar with this thing and didn't hesitate. She walked over and
kneeled down on it, with her back to me. Her mom strapped her wrists to the bar
at her waist level with Velcro straps, while her dad strapped her ankles to the
kneeler. In order to strap her ankles, she had to spread her legs wide apart,
and the wrist restraints made her lean way forward, exposing her glistening
pussy to all of us. He breasts hung straight down behind the waist level bar,
and her nipples were still hard. She was such a turn-on in this position. But
all I could do was watch.

Her dad walked over to a coffee table and picked up a short leather whip, like
a riding crop. He asked Mary what she did wrong. She said she let her boyfriend
kiss her. He asked what else. She said she let me touch her breasts.

He said she would be getting 5 lashes for each offense. The first one stung.
Mary flinched and a red line appeared across one cheek. Then
two...three...four...five. He then walked to her other side and started again
on the other cheek. One...two...three...four...five.

I could tell Mary was in pain, but she didn't cry. He told her mom to unstrap
her and she stood up with tears in her eyes, rubbing her rear end.

Her dad said to her, "I hope you are embarrassed enough not to let this happen
again." She said she was and it wouldn't. He then said to me, "It's time for
you to go home".

Mary walked me to the door and I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and walked
out. I hurried home and let my load go once I was in my room. I needed it.

On Monday I went to Mary's house as normal, but was surprised to find it empty.
They had moved out over the weekend. I never saw her or heard from her again.
But I never forgot her. And never would. At least I never expected to hear from
her again.

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