Lauren Achieves Her Goal

This is a continuation of the story The Perfect Tutor for Lauren. You should start there. The second part is Failing the Practice Exam has Consequences for Lauren.

“So you going to tell the completion of your little adventure tonight?” Jimmy yelled at us sarcastically as he dug beer from my fridge.

“Fine, I’ll tell you the rest what happened,” I said. “But Steve you got to get those cards dealt first.”


Take-Out was located right next to the cafeteria in the center of the dorm. Normally it was a 10 walk, but that night I ended up walking right past the door. The events of the evening and the evening two months ago kept well distracted.

What was wrong with Lauren? Or rather what was so right about her? Was something wrong with me? She is damn cute, and has a sexy ass. Why do I just want to spank it? Does she OK with me doing it? Am I OK with doing it?

I returned to the room with Doritos, two giant chocolate chips cookies, 3 sub sandwiches and a bottle of Coke about 40 minutes after I left. I had spent most of the time just wandering around the snack shop aimlessly as I reran the nights events over and over in my head.

Lauren was still kneeling on the floor, bent forward scribing on the practice exam. Scribing would be an overstatement. Her hand writing was horrible. It was like she had already took the handwriting course they sent all doctors to.

I sat the snacks on the cabinet and tossed the sandwiches into the mini-fridge for later. 10:21 read the alarm clock next to the TV. She should be just about done. No sooner had I turned around than she held up the completed exam.

“I’m done.”

“Well, lets see if you did better this time,” I took the exam and sat down at my desk. I fished out the key from among the mess of folders and papers then quickly went through her answers. She had stood up, and leaned over my shoulder and I marked up the exam. This was extremely annoying, but what could I really say? Move your naked booty back? I didn’t want her things to end just quite yet.

I finished the last question, marking correct. I turned towards her and flipped through the pages to count up her score. Oddly this time she got all the problems she got wrong the first time correct and missed two of the easier problems she got correct the first time.

“Eight out of ten correct. Better but still not good enough. I know can do better than this, especially when we just went through the same problems and you had no problem answering them.” I paused to figure out a new way to cover the material so she would learn it correctly.

“I know. I guess your going to spank me again,” she interrupted my lecture, “Please no more with the hairbrush, what about something else, like hmmm..” She glanced around my room, eventually coming to rest on a pair of jeans with a leather belt still in its loops. “What about that belt instead?”

I was at a lost for words. Was she telling me to spank her with my belt? I was intending on just going back through the material again. “Ah, its OK. We can go back through the material.”

“I deserve it though. Our deal was one set earlier for not doing my homework then another for each problem I got wrong.”

“OK, but how am I supposed to spank you with the belt over my lap?” Logistics were going to be a problem.

“Am supposed to do everything,” she quibbled, “you are the one punishing me.” She placed her hands on her bare hips and tilted her head to the side.

A complete change in attitude to the contrite girl who stood before me mere seconds earlier. Was she trying to provoke me? “Fine, over the back of the chair, oh and drop your panties to your ankles.”

“Yes sire.” she answered looking down at the floor once again. She had to be playing with me. Well let the games begin. The games have been good so far.

Lauren waddled the three steps to the chair then leaned forward, pressing the semi-padded backrest into her stomach. Pressing her knees released the tension on the elastic, allowing her remaining visage of modesty to fall. Even an hour after her encounter with hairbrush, I was amazed pinkness of her bottom. I was again drawn to how sexy she looked.

“I’m ready sir,” she purred, adjusting her hips slightly to get more comfortable.

I took up the belt by the buckle with my right hand and got into position to her left. I pulled it back, and the end whipped around by back, slapping my left side. This is going to be way too long. Started to coil it around my right hand when I got the great idea of just holding both ends and using the center to spank her. This would double over the belt, but make it considerably more manageable. Looping the end through the buckle left me with about half a meter beyond my hand hold.

CRACK! “Opp! One!” She yelp as I brought the doubled over belt solidly, though without much force, across her pink bottom.

CRACK! “Ekks! two!” The belt landed across the center of her bottom again, deepening the redness.

CRACK! “Ouuuuch! three!” I aimed lower this time, striking at the junction of bottom and thigh.

I repeated over and over, until she hit 18 then I decided she needed a break. I laid the belt on the desk then knelt down to take a closer look at her bottom. She stayed laying over the back of the chair, expecting another swat any moment. I brushed my fingers over the surface, feeling the heat radiate off. She responded to my touch with a short gasp followed by a slow moan.

Her hips wiggled as I traced over the red splotches then moved downwards to her thighs. One touch was all it took for her to part her thighs giving me direct access to her most intimate parts. The fragrance hit me first, sweet like cane sugar with tones of muskiness and vanilla. I couldn’t resist stroking two fingers along her open lips.

“Uh yea. more,” she moaned, bucking her hips gently. One pass coated my fingers in her juices. She wanted more and I was not going to deny her again.

I glided back to her pussy, circling it and covering my fingers before returning up front to fiddle with her clit. I slide over the top, then crossed back over before running a circle around her bud. She rocked her hips back and forth to more, stronger contact. Her breathing quickened to short loud pats.

The angle soon got to my hand, causing my palm to start cramping. I couldn’t stop with her so close though. I stood up to get better leverage. The new position placed my palm squarely over her pussy while my fingers played with her clit. She took it as an opportunity to buck harder, driving her pussy into the heal of my palm.

“Uh yea, yea! Fuck me!” she cried. I shimmied my hand over her clit faster.

“FUCK ME!” she yelled. Keeping my right hand playing with her, I reached my left hand over to my desk, and pulled opened the top drawer. A little aerobatics and I had the condom package out and into my teeth. “PLEASEEE, FUCK ME NOW!” she yelled, quite loudly.

I kept up the manual manipulation while I freed myself with the other hand. A quick tug of my teeth deposited the latex jacket in my hand. It took all my coordination to roll the rubber down my shaft with one hand while keeping up the rhythm with the other. I got ready and moved into position only to find I was pointed at the top of her ass. DAMN! I slide my hand backwards, splitting my fingers to keep one on either side of her lips. Once her opening was uncovered, I lifted while dipping my knees and lined us up.

“Yeeks!” she cried when I lifted her up and slightly forward over the chair. I eased her hips down, burying myself a quarter way into her. “Ahh, ooowwww,” she half moaned, half cried. Damn she was tight. I don’t recall ever being as tight. She pulled up then pushed herself more onto me. “Ahhhhooouucch!” she cried. She clearly in a bit of pain.

“You ok?” I asked, trying to stay completely still.

“Yea, just don’t stop.” she moaned, working her hips up and down as much as she could. I didn’t need any more prompting. Holding her hips, I pulled out as far as I could then thrust back in, driving into the wet vice. Over and over again, I thrusted in. Long strong thrusts lead me to the bottom. I pulled almost out then drove hard in, firmly planting my hips against her ass. “Ahhh” she cried out when I felt her cervix wrap around my head.

I pulled out then leaned forward over her back and thrusted slowly in. This must have blew her mind because she started humping her hips on my shaft. “That’s is, don’t stop” she gasped. Another long slow thrust, ripping over the front of her vagina. Then another and another. A few quick strokes then a slow hard one sent her over the edge into organismic ecstasy. She locked down on my dick, trying to prevent me from moving as her body shook.

I was a little bit of a jerk and kept going at it even as she peaked, causing new waves to crash over her. I could only give her a few more thrusts before the sensations over came me also. She laid lifeless over the chair, awash in organismic afterglow. I leaned back upright and let my hips have a mind of their own. A dozen fast strokes brought her back to the peak and I filled the condom as she shook with one final cascade. She twitched with each pulse of cum. Amazing does not do it justice.

I collapsed over her back while I regained my senses. She didn’t seem to care. She gave me sensations I never knew existed. Amazing does not do it justice. I wish I’d met Lauren years ago.

Eventually I relaxed enough to slip out of her, though she still held the end of the condom inside her. I grabbed my hand around the condom and myself then pulled it out. I deposited the latex in the trash as Lauren tried to get to her feet. I could see her strength had yet to return so I swooped her up and laid her out on the futon. Two pillows from my bed and we were spooning, face to face, on the futon. She pulled her body against mine, purring into my chest. She must’ve liked it as much as I.

We relaxed for a while before she broke the silence. “Can I stay the night?” she asked timidly.

I surely wasn’t going to kick a beauty like Lauren out of my bed. “Of course. Are you comfortable enough?”

“Yea, but I am getting a little cold,” she answered. I pulled the blanket on the back of the futon down over us, checking to make sure it fully covered her feet. She went back to purring into my chest and I started to drift off to sleep. I was just about to dreamland when she asked, “is it always like that?”

I wasn’t sure if it was the sleepiness or what, but I did not understand what she was asking. “What do you mean?”

“Sex, is it always that wonderful feeling?”

Some reason Junior overrode logic. I smiled as I responded, “with me it is.”

“I’m serious.”

What was she getting at? Was she a virgin? “Wait, are you a virgin?” I asked. That seemed really dumb the moment it came out. She couldn’t be a virgin, we just had sex.

“Yea, err I mean I was.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, why?”

Wow. I’d never been with a virgin before. Even my first had more experience than me. “Because you are better than any other girl I’ve been with.”

“Thank you.” She planted a light kiss on my lips. Our first actual kiss.


“Damn, why didn’t get stay with her instead getting with Mary?” Steve asked rounding up the cards.

“Ah, that was college.” I quipped.

Ding dong went the alarm, indicating that someone had entered the house. Mary must have arrived back home from her girls night out.

“Honey! I’m home!” Mary called out, walking into the family room. “How are you doing?”

“Good,” trying to downplay the huge stack of chips in front of me.

“Good, he’s wiping he floor with us. Good thing that story of yours in finally over. Now we can win some.” Jimmy remarked, tossing in a small blind.

“What story?” Mary asked.

“Oh nothing,” I answered quickly.

“Nothing? He was telling us about this hot piece of ass he got as a TA in college, and to top it off, she had this spanking fetish.” John answered, much to my chagrin.

“What girl…oh” Mary started to ask, then realizing the answer, she began to blush and quickly left the room.

“You jerk!” I said as I raised by 150.

“What doesn’t she know about Lauren?” John poked back.

“Oh she knows about her.””Wait, isn’t Mary’s middle name Lauren?” Jimmy asked.

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Implements – the Good, the Bad and the Ugly

This post is not for you purist out there. Those who believe the bare hand is the best and only way to spank a naughty behind. This can be effective, but can also lose its impact as a girl ages. Over time and among various cultures, different tools have been employed to impart a more lasting message to the naughty girl, without causing harm to the spanker. Below is a list of every implement I have ever heard of being used, including the less appropriate ones. Let me know if I missed any.

Implement Impact Description Usable Positions
Bare Hand Light A open palm slapped down onto the bottom. Typically used for minor offenses and in public situations and can be effectively applied through clothes or on bare skin Any – Typically used over the knee
Wooden Hairbrush

Flat hairbrush

Flat hairbrush (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mild The back of a solid wood hair brush is used as a small paddle. Typically used my mothers spanking their daughters because of the easy access while in the girl’s room. Any – Typically used over the knee
Wooden Spoon Mild The back of a solid wooden cooking spoon is used as a small paddle. Typically used my mothers spanking their daughters because of the easy access while in the kitchen. Any – Typically used over the knee
Spatula Mild The blade of plastic or rubber cooking spatula is used as a small paddle. Typically used my mothers spanking their daughters because of the easy access while in the kitchen. Has more of stingy impact than the wooden spoon. Any – Typically used over the knee
Wooden / Plastic Ruler / Paint stirrer Mild A plastic or wooden foot long ruler is used as a small paddle. Typically associated with Catholic Schools and Nuns in America. A paint stirrer is effectively the same implement as a wooden ruler, though lighter in weight. Any – Typically used over the knee

Wooden spanking paddle Deutsch: Holz-Paddle (w...

Wooden spanking paddle Deutsch: Holz-Paddle (wird im BDSM und Spanking verwendet) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mild-Heavy A narrow slat of wood has one section cut down into a handle. The broader blade is then applied to the bottom. Often associated with American schools and Greek Fraternities and Sororities. Typically Southern and Rural American implement. Short ones – Any
Longer ones – All standing positions
Ping-Pong / Table Tennis Paddle

Français : ping-pong

Français : ping-pong (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mild The paddle used to play Ping-Pong, Table tennis or associated games. Effectively the same as a hairbrush though often lighter. The different textures can have different effects than a hairbrush when applied directly to bare skin. Any – Typically used over the knee
Spencer Paddle Heavy A larger paddle with wholes drilled in the striking surface to reduce air resistance and increase impact. These wholes often cause welting to occur. All standing positions
Knoppler Paddle Mild-Heavy A smaller squarish paddle were hard leather is used as the striking surface instead of wood. Any
Bath brush Mild-Heavy A variation of the hairbrush with a larger, heavier head and a longer handle. All standing positions

English: A worn, black leather belt with buckle.

English: A worn, black leather belt with buckle. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mild-Heavy A leather belt is used as a single strand or doubled over then brought down onto the bottom. All standing positions
Strap Heavy A variation of the belt. A single length of leather often the doubled over and sown together. All standing positions


Tawse (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Heavy A variation of the strap with the blade portion cut into two or more tongues. All standing positions
Cane Heavy A thin long stick, typically made of bamboo or rattan, though any flexible wood works. Often associated with English schools. All standing positions
Slipper Mild A simple house slipper with the leather sole applied to the bottom. All standing positions
Whip Mild-Heavy A long strip of flexible leather, often braided together to create a multiple meter rope. All standing positions

A simple, small martinet

A simple, small martinet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mild-Heavy A flat piece of leather with one end cut into multiple stripes. The uncut end is then wrapped around itself and secured to create a handle. The tongs are generally less than 12 inches in length. Traditionally used in French households. Any positions
Flogger Mild-Heavy A heavier, larger version of the Martinet. Any positions
Cat-O-Nine Tails

A leather cat o' nine tails pictured with a U....

A leather cat o’ nine tails pictured with a U.S. dollar bill for size comparison. A U.S. dollar bill is about 6 inches (about 15 cm) long. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Heavy A large heavy version of the Flogger, typically associated with Naval discipline during the late 18th and early 19th centuries. All standing positions
Switch Mild-Heavy A young flexible branch with the sprouts cut off. Used like a temporary cane. All standing positions
Birch Rod Mild-Heavy Multiple switches from the birch or willow tree tied together to strike simultaneously. All standing positions
Coat Hanger Heavy A steel, wood or plastic coat hanger where one shoulder section is held and the other shoulder section is brought down on the bottom. Generally considered abusive. Any
Extension cord Heavy A length of electrical cord used like a short whip. Generally considered abusive and often not effective due to lack of control. All standing positions
Clothes line Mild A length of narrow rope used like a short whip. Generally considered abusive and often not effective due to lack of control. All standing positions
Flyswatter Mild A household flyswatter is swatted onto the bare bottom. Ineffective through clothing do to its light weight. Generally considered abusive and unhygienic. All standing positions
Chop Sticks Mild-Heavy One or two, 18 inch cooking chop sticks are used like mini canes.Generally considered abusive outside of Asian homes. Any
Rubber hose Mild-Heavy A couple feet of narrow rubber hose is looped over and used like a belt. Generally considered abusive. All standing positions

Français : Cravache. Photographie prise à Miss...

Français : Cravache. Photographie prise à Mississauga, Ontario, Canada. filedesc A 30″ (75cm) riding crop. I, User:OwenX, photographed this on 30 December 2005 in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada using a Fujifilm FinePix F440 digital camera. I am hereby licensing this image to the Wikimedia Foundation in perpetuity under the terms of GFDL. de:Bild:Riding crop.JPG (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Heavy Short stiff whip with a small striking. Typically used by jockeys riding horses, but commonly used in BDSM play. All standing positions

The Memorial Day Water Balloon Attack

Memorial Day Weekend. The unofficial start of summer here in the Midwest. Actually I guess it’s country wide, but here it means warm weather, no school and beach parties. For my family, Memorial Day Weekend is also the weekend everyone goes up to by grandparents cabin and helps them open it for the summer. The guys all help grandpa with some project while us ladies help grandma cook, relax and look after the little ones. Well we used to help look after the little ones, but now my youngest cousins are in middle school, so we mostly relax and play games.

This year started like most every other year. I drove back from college on Thursday so I could hitch a ride up with my parents. They both took Friday off so we left first thing and got to the lake around noon. Lake Michigan is beautiful this time of the year. Freezing cold, but beautiful. My grandparents place is in the woods on the northern shore where the house is perched on a small cliff providing great panoramic view. Supposedly they bought the property years ago because of the view and decided to build their summer house here when they retired.

Only two of my aunts and uncles came up this year, and then only Aunt Sally’s younger daughter, Lani, came. Lani was born 6 months after me, which meant we did everything together at family functions. Growing up, we lived about half an hour away from each other, so these little family reunions were our time to catch up and play.

Friday evening grandpa made a bonfire. Those of us cousins who made it this year roasted marshmallows for Smores. My uncle’s two boys, James and John, were drinking beers while my cousin Lani and I taught John’s fiance how to cook the perfect marshmallow. Jenny came from the city, not the country like all of the rest of the family. Lani and I would have to teach her how things were out here.


The rising sun inched its beam of light across our faces. I could hear the sizzle of bacon already cooking as I fought back consciousness. Sleep good! The sleeping bag was so warm and comfortable. Why do old people have to get up so early in the morning?

“You all going to sleep till noon?” Grandpa poked our feet on his way out to the deck.

I dragged my lifeless body out of the cozy embrace to make a beeline for the bathroom. I wanted to beat Jenny since I bet she took forever in the bathroom in the morning. I never did understand why they only built one general bathroom. The house is like 10,000 square feet and there is only one bathroom. Well, three if you count the one off my grandparents bedroom and the one off the guest room.

I was scratching my hair as I left the bathroom and did not even notice Jenny waiting at the door. I’m not a big girl, actually at the ‘ideal’ weight for my 5 foot 7 frame , but Jenny is a petite little thing and stood no chance when we collided. Makeup and toiletries that she had bundled in towel went everywhere as she fell to the floor. It took me a moment to realize what happened when she shrieked. I couldn’t help but giggle as she scampered about collecting items. I don’t know if the pink satin panties or the tampon was more embarrassing, but she was blushing.

Lani took the opportunity to seek ahead in line, while I “helped” Jenny collect her things, making Jenny have to wait again once everything was secured in the towel. Mom on the other hand did not care for my helpful gesture.

Breakfast was delicious as always. There is something about grandma’s biscuits and gravy that beat out every restaurant. Even Mom cannot seem to get the recipe right. Lani and I chatted about school while the guys spoke about the repairs to the dock over breakfast. Mom, my aunts and grandma took their regular turns between the kitchen and deck with fresh supplies of eggs, bacon and biscuits.

After breakfast Lani and I begrudgingly took up station by the sink, washing the pots and pans from breakfast. We never us real plates or utensils on these weekends so we only every need to wash are the pots and pans. It is still no fun. A few sprays of the kitchen hose though make it a little more interesting. I got Lani good for her smearing the leftover gravy in my face. Washing dishes was just starting to get fun when Aunt Sally yelled at us to stop making a mess.

When we finally finished with the dishes our mothers were working on some arts and crafts project and the guys where tearing apart the old dock. Neither looked to appealing to Lani or I so we decided to take a walk and explore.

Grandpa’s workshop was nothing special, just a bunch of woodworking tools. He would build stuff over the summer then sell it at various arts and craft shows as they traveled down to Florida for the winter. There were table saws and sanders and other kinds of saws, all coated in a thin layer of sawdust. I started writing “Clean Me” in the sawdust when Lani found something on anther workbench.

“Hey, look what I found!” Lani held up a dirty plastic bag full of red white and blue things.

“What are those?”

“Water balloons!” Lani said with a broad mischievous grin.

“Lets get the boys!” I said as I snatched up the bag and headed around back.

An exterior faucet poked out the backside of the workshop, allowing us to stay hidden while we prepared our ammo. Living on Lake Michigan, my grandparents draw their water directly from the lake, generally making their cold water just above freezing. Bad for outside showers, but excellent for water balloons.

With five rounds between us, we crept over to the woods then out to the shore. Most of the shore is a mixture of rocky jettisons mixed with five foot cliffs, but the top of the cliffs are covered in bushes and other low brush making it hard to see from the water. We would have great cover for our surprise attack.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Direct hits! The water balloons struck James on chest and his older brother on the back and head. The surprise assault really took John off guard. The impact was just enough to cause him to stumble on the dock support. The narrow beam did not have enough room for him to regain his footing before he tumbled into the lake.

Lani nor I could help but giggle as John crashed into the water. John was going to be pissed, so we had to get out of here right now.

“Com’n lets go,” I whispered to Lani before taking off through the brush towards the woods.

“Lani Marie!” “Theresa Anne!” Two voices called from the house. I looked over at Lani and just mouth “Oh shit.”

“Go or hide?” Lani asked.

“Putting off our execution is only going to make it worst,” I said.

“Unless they forget?” Lani responded with a tight smile.

“Your mom ever forget?”

“No…Rats, and this was starting to become a good weekend.” Lani pouted as she led the way back to the house.

Mom and Aunt Sally stood side by side on the deck with their arms crossed. Even from the edge of the woods we could tell our mothers were mad. I initially hoped I could talk my way out of it, but as we got closer, the strip of leather in my mom’s hand dashed any hope.

“What do you girls think you were doing?” my mom yelled at us.

“You could have hurt someone,” Aunt Sally added.

“We didn’t mean to.” Lani and I pleaded.

“Sure you didn’t. Why else would you throw water balloons at your cousins while they are working with power tools.” Mom said, wagging her finger at me. This always made me feel like such a kid. Only naughty little girls get fingers wagged at them.

“We are sorry, we were just having a little fun,” I pleaded. My eyes had yet to leave the 16 inch strip of leather in mom’s hands. I knew what is was for and did not care to feel it today.

“JUST A LITTLE FUN! They would have been seriously hurt or killed!” Aunt Sally yelled.

“We are really sorry!” we pleaded.

“SORRY? I’ll show you sorry!” Mom grabbed by arm and pulled be over towards the railing. I could hear Lani pleading with her mom as she was forced behind me.

“Please mom, not here. I’m an adult. Please!” I pleaded before being unceremoniously bent over the deck rail. I started to push up when Lani joined me on the right. Mom would have none of it, pressing her left hand into my shoulders and forcing me farther over the rail.

“Yeeks, No please!” Lani shrieked next to me.

Mom followed her sister-in-laws example, working my jean shorts and panties down to my ankles. I could’ve died of embarrassment at that moment. Here I was, a rising sophomore in college, bent bare bottom over a deck rail about to get spanked. “Mom Please not bare!”

“Stop whinning you too.” Aunt Sally scolded us.

THUACK! The first stroke us both by surprise. Lani and I yelped almost in unison. I had forgot how intense of a burn the strap could impart on the first stroke.

THUACK! The straps bit down in unison again before I had much of a chance to internalize the first spank.

I bit my lower lip, preparing for the next stroke as I glanced to my right. Lani was looking back at me. The fear, the embarrassment, the pain, all shown in her eyes. Her eyes snapped shut, and a grimace of pain spread across her face as I heard her strap make contact before mine. Is that what I look like during a spanking? I only had a second to ponder before fire shot up my backside.

I grunted, then tried to kick off the sting. My resistance was rewarded with the strap firmly laid across the top of my tights, which stung like none other. “PLEASE not there!” I cried out.

Our mothers separated into their own pace after the first few strokes, deciding to wear out their daughter’s independently. I could not tell if mom was going faster or slower and it really did not matter at the time. The supple leather bit over and over into my tender cheeks until I was sobbing and could no longer even make out Lani through the tears.

“Do you think you will need to be spanked again?” Mom asked.

“No ma’am sniff” I answered quietly.

“Good, you can join Lani over there on the wall until lunch.” Mom said, slapping my bare bottom. I shuffled over to the wall, rubbing my sore bottom with one hand while pulling my t-shirt as low as it would go in the front. I’d rather moon my family than the other option. I took a quick glance at Lani’s bottom on my way to her side. I always felt a pain of jealously when I saw her well toned bottom. It should be well toned with her going to college on a track scholarship.

I’m not sure if the spanking or standing with my bare butt facing the lake was more embarrassing. Jenny sure tried to maximize our discomfort. I guess it was payback for our fun with her earlier mishap.

“Aw, were you little girls naughty? I bet your bottoms really sting,” Jenny commented as she went in the house for the tenth time to get something to drink. With Mom sitting on the porch I just had to bit my tongue and bare it, otherwise risk another spanking. Another spanking right now was the last thing I wanted.

Mom eventually returned our clothes and sent us in to get lunch, once everyone else had made a sandwich and were seated on the deck. Lani and I scampered off to the bathroom to get dressed and inspect the damage.

“How is mine?” I asked trying to twist around and see in the mirror. All I could see is pink tops of my cheeks.

“Ouch, you got caught on the thighs?”

“Yea, kicking too much. Let me see you,” I said turning to look at Lani. She turned her back to me, wiggling off her deep red cheeks at me. A few dark maroon welts had been left by the edge if the strap. I gently dragged an index finger over the ridges, feeling the hot rough texture.

“Ouch! If your going to touch, at least use some cooling cream!” Lani snapped, looking over her shoulder at me.

“Fine..” I snickered popping open the medicine cabinet. Sunburn cream would work nicely to cool down out bottoms. I first worked a generous amount into Lani’s rear then she returned the favor. It felt wonderful as the soothing cream worked into my tender flesh.

We disappeared for most of the rest of the day. Getting another spanking was not in our agenda for the weekend. The first one had kind of became tradition over the past few years, but a second one, definitely not. Anyways, on Tuesday I would start my summer internship at my other grandfather’s law firm and wouldn’t get to have this kind of fun all summer long. I had gotten most of the mischief out of my system. Hopefully at least until Independence Day.

Failing the Practice Exam has Consequences for Lauren

This is a continuation of the story The Perfect Tutor for Lauren. You should read it first.

“So did you ever sleep with that girl you mentioned last week?” Jimmy asked as he dealt out the first hand of the night.

I chuckled. Damn, they were starting in early tonight. I only had a single sip of my McCallan’s and they already the dirty details. Well, I might as well start winning kitty again. “What girl?”

“You know what girl. That chick you mentioned last week. The one who gave you a blowjob after you spanked her. Did you get inside her?” Steve piped in.

I took another sip, looked at my pair of threes and thought, “I can make this work.”


I finished the last problem of my last Fluid Dynamics homework when I noticed it was after 8:00pm. Didn’t I have a tutoring session with Lauren at 8 today? A quick check of my Outlook calendar confirmed she was a couple of minutes late. No big deal. Maybe I could catch a few minutes of Chicago vs Minnesota before she got here.

It was almost half-time when I finally got a knock at the door. Lauren began apologizing before I even got the door fully open. She blabbered on about oversleeping or something as she walked in, holding her physics book tight against her chest. She was in her pink robe and matching bunny slippers again, which was odd, because except for the first session, she had wore blue jeans and a sweatshirt to every tutoring session.

“I am so sorry about being late. I was up late last night so I took a nap before coming over and forgot to set my alarm. Sorry for being late. I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“Not really,” I replied after locking the door. “Just watching the Bears get lit up by the Vikings.” I went over to get the instructors book for General Physics. Lauren stayed standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Only when I turned around to actually face her did I notice she was still holding her things close to her chest and looking down at my rug while her left hand fiddled idly with her French Braid draped over the same shoulder. A slight frown and flush in her cheeks painted a picture of contrite.

“I’m really sorry. Please don’t spank me.”

She hadn’t mentioned anything about being spanked since our first encounter. This is could be interesting, especially with how last time turned out. “Well, lets see how you did on the practice test. If you did well, I’ll let it slide.”

“Hmmmm…ok….” she mumbled as she dug out her practice test.

I sat down at my desk and took out the key. I quickly went checked through the 10 problems while she anxiously stood in the middle of my room playing with her braid. So damn cute yet so poorly performing. She got 3 of the 10 questions correct and half of them completely wrong. The practice exam was basically just a combination of the homeworks over the semester, most of which she’d aced. It was like she didn’t even try.

“Three out of ten? Did you even try?” I asked.

“Not really. I ran out of time. I’m sorry. You going to spank me now?” she responded. Her hands instinctively shifted down her torso to her backside, trying to protect it from something she knew was going to happen.

“What do you think?”

“Hmm…yea…” she mumbled.

“Then get the hairbrush and get over my lap.” I turned my desk chair towards the center of the room before sitting down. I didn’t even bother to hide my erection this time. She fetched the hairbrush from the shower caddy and returned to my side offering the instrument of her doom. I took it then she lowered untied the robe sash and slid the pink Terra cloth offer her shoulders. She stood in a light purple camisole with seafom green cotton shorts. She arranged herself over my lap with her bottom pointed to the ceiling, just like the last time, except the green material stretched tightly across her bottom.

“Should these be here?” I asked snapping the back of her shorts waistband.

“No sir,” she grumbled and reach up, pulling down her shorts and panties at the same time. I was hoping that would be the answer, but I would’ve let her keep them up so long as things kept progressing. She got them all the way across her bottom, but the front was caught between her hips and my lap. This stretched the elastic tightly from the crease of her bottom forwards to the top of her hips. It looked liked any moment the shorts would overcome the static friction and slip back over her bottom, interfering with my forthcoming task.

I cleared my throat to hint this was not acceptable and she got the hint. “Sorry sir,” she mumbled as she sliding herself backwards off my lap until her fingers were free of the floor and the front of her shorts free of my thigh. She slide the shorts and panties down to mid thigh before sliding forwards and retaining her position over the knee.

I pulled my arm up beginning when she asked “How many sir?” I had completely forgot about the whole set thing that she was used to at home. Hmmm. If I gave her 1 set for each wrong answer that would be what, 7 times 18, which is 126. That is way too much. 18 seemed to be pushing it last time. What if I give her a set now then have her review and redo the practice test then give her another set for each new question she gets wrong. It’ll make me seem like a good guy.

“I am going to give you 1 set of 18 now for not trying at your homework. We will then go over the practice exam and you will retake another one. I’ll give you another set for each question you get wrong on the second one. Sound fair?”

“Yes yes, sir, thank you,” she blurted out, and quite eagerly. She must’ve thought I was going to give her a lot more. Brownie points are always good with the fairer sex.

“Ready?” I asked. I looked over her shoulder to see her nod, swishing her braid over the top of her head. Well here I go again. I brought the hairbrush up and swept it downwards with medium force landing on her right cheek.

WACK! “Owww! one sir,” she yelped. I repeated again with the left cheek then the lower center. She yelped for the first 5 before a low groan escaped her lips on the sixth. I could not tell if it was out of pain or pleasure. I started my tricycle again.

WACK! “Hmmmm pop! seven.” she cried softly. I looked over her shoulder seeing her left thumb stuck in her mouth. Wow. She was sucking her thumb to prevent herself from yelping. It was oddly sexy. I think everything would be sexy at that moment. I continued on, drawing yelps from the individual cheek swats and moans when I swatted over her pussy. As I neared 18 a light musky aroma began emanating from her pink rose. At 15 I decided to shift to solely the lower center spots.

WACK! “hmmmgggppphh slurp! Haaaah 16!” she moaned, working her hips up and down rhythmically.

WACK! “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 17!” she moaned loader, not evening trying to muffle herself. Her hips were clearly grinding themselves into my thigh now. There was no doubt she was horny and wanted a release.

WACK! “Ahhhhhhhhh aighteen!” she moaned. She worked her hips back and forth a few times before she realized the spanking was over.

“Up you go,” I said picking her up at the hips and setting her on her feet. The horniness must have abated enough because she became very aware of the throbbing that must be radiating from her bottom. I had spanked both cheeks a solid red color. She reached down, rubbing her bottom which dancing in place, not even noticing the view of she was providing me. Last time I may have touched it, but I never did get a good view of her pussy. It was tight and firm looking with pink glistening lips and shaved completely bare. It may have even been freshly shaved but I didn’t get a long enough look.

When she finally realized she was bare on front as well as the back, her hands shot around front, cupping her sex. She turned towards the wall, before reaching down to pull up her shorts from around her ankles. She must not have realized the view she was providing from behind, because she was still cupping her sex from in front. I let her get them past her knees before I interrupted, “Uthm! Did I say you could pull those up?”

“No sir.” She replied, her shoulders dropping, clearly dejected. She looked over her shoulder, “I just thought we were done with the spanking and were going to work on the exam.”

“We are. Leave your shorts and panties around your thighs and kneel down on the floor.” Her kneeling or sitting on the floor with papers scattering in front of her and I sitting on the futon was actually how most of the tutoring sessions progressed. She slipped down to the floor, keeping herself covered the whole time. I handed back her practice exam and folder, which she took with one hand.

I sat down to her left on the edge of the futon. She glanced over and stopped at my crotch. I looked down to see myself tenting my jeans. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, “can I take care of it?”

“That would be nice.”

She reached forward and vainly tried to unzip my jeans with her left hand. After few feeble attempts she allowed her right hand to stray from her pussy and help out. My bugle pushed my boxer-briefs out of the new gap in denim. She saw this as clearly inadequate and reached up for my waist band, trying to pull the jeans down. I got the hit and stood up in front of her. My jeans dropped and she made sure the underwear followed suit.

She got up on her knees, but was still looking up at my member. I started to move back to the futon but she beat me there, scampering into a sitting-kneeling position on the futon. It alighted her mouth with my tip. I turned to give her full access and reached up to grasp the bunk bed over the futon.

She was not as apprehensive this time around. She gripped my shaft at the base then took a few long licks up it. A twirl around the tip then she looked up at me and engulfed the entire shaft. Damn, she was deep-throating me. Three seconds latter she relented and pulled all the way off with a slurp.

“aaah yeaaa” I groaned. Wow. She had went from the shy naive girl to a sex minx.

“thaatttsss ittt,” I moaned when she licked from balls all the way up to the tip then swirled the tip of her tongue around the head. Electric shocks of pleasure were starting to overwhelm my mind. She bobbed up and down a few times while sucking all my energy through my dick.

“oooohhhhh.” My knees were starting to go weak when she deep-throated me again. I had to hold myself up with the bunk bed as my legs gave out. She pulled up, leaving my head in her mouth. She got me locked and loaded but I didn’t want to fire just yet. She had other things in mind as she took more in her mouth then sucked while polishing my head with her tongue.

“I’m goanna cummm,” was all I could get out before shooting into her mouth. She did not relent like last time, and kept a firm hold of me with her mouth. This completely blew my mind. My arms, legs and every other muscle seemed just to give out. She didn’t let go as I collapsed, pulling me on top of her on the futon.

The next thing I realized was laying on my side on the futon while she cleaned me up with her tongue. Damn this girl was good. It was the best one I had ever had. I laid there while she licked my shrinking member until she asked, “is that ok?”

“That was more than ok, that was fantastic.”

“Thank you.” She knelt back onto her legs, laying her hands across her crotch. “Should we get back to going over the practice exam? I really want to do better next time.” She half smiled while reaching her right hand back to rub her bottom.

“Yea, why don’t you get your stuff out on the floor while I get something to drink.” I sat up, waiting for the blood to return to my brain before walking across the room to get something from the fridge. Rum, Vodka, Tequila and Coke. Coke seemed like the best choice. “You want one?” I asked looking at the blonde on all fours on my floor with shorts and panties still around her knees, getting out school work.

She looked up, “Ah yes please.” I handed over the bottle I had just opened and grabbed another for myself. I scooped up my underwear and pulled them up before taking up position again on the edge of the futon. This time junior was taking a little rest.

Reviewing the material on the practice test went very smoothly. Lauren quickly corrected her fundamental errors, which lead to the wrong formulas and therefore wrong answers. The whole process went relatively quickly.

“Ok, it’s about 9:30. I’ll give you an hour and we can see if you improved? Sound good?” I asked, handing over the practice test from 2 years ago.

“Ok.” she took the test and got straight to work. She looked a little awkward sitting in a seiza with her shorts and panties wrapped her knees while bending forward to work on the test. It was though quite sexy, with the pink tops visible visible when she leaned forward.

I sat back, watching my pupil at work when I suddenly remembered the late night campus takeout closed at 10:00 and I still had food points left. “I’m going to run over to Take-Out, are you hungry?”

“Oh, yea. Can you get me some chips or something. Doritos maybe?” She smiled up, just melting my heart.

“If they have them.” I left the room as quickly as I could, keeping the door as closed as possible. I didn’t want anyone to see Lauren right now.


“Full House boys! Read them and weep. I guess tonight just isn’t your night.” I chuckled laying out the Ace and Seven. I swept in the last of the chips, completing my sweep of the night.

“Oh come on, that’s how the night ended? You going to get food and her redoing a practice test? BULLSHIT!” Steve said before downing the remnants of his drink.

“Of course it’s not how the night ended, but we can get to that next week.” I said smirking. I need to win back more money first, I thought to myself. My wife would be pissed if I didn’t at least make some money while I this story.

Positions – For Spanking or For Sex?

Sex sells. Well all know it and use it very effectively when necessary. Particular magazines popular among younger men and women know this very well and tantalize us to open their pages and ‘educate’ us about sex. I just saw one such mentioning about sexual positions. This got me thinking about the overlap between sexual and spanking positions. For the spanking positions, I’m assuming the girl is staying in relatively the same position between spankings and sex, thought the guy may have to move slightly for appropriate leverage, though may not move the girl.


(note I am assuming only the girl is being spanked)

Sex only:

Spanking only:

  • Over the Knee
  • Backwards, Under the Arm
  • Strapped flat to the bench

Either Spanking or Sex:

Spanking and Sex Simultaneously:

Why did I compile this list you ask? I am going to set a goal of including every one of these positions in either a spanking, sex or both over the next year. There are 52 positions listed here, so I need 1 position per week to reach the goal. Sounds simple…..

Willow Groove – Freshmen Orientation

Freshman Orientation, the first taste of freedom to millions of new college students each year. Myra University held its orientation during the last week of July and the first week of August. New students came to the campus and stayed three nights in the dorms while they meet the other freshmen, figured out their class schedules, learned the University’s rules and traditions, played community building games, and generally had a good time. Ninety percent of the students came from Willow Groove, which meant Amber felt a like an outsider for most of the first day.


The day began with a tour of the campus. Just about every building was styled in Collegiate Gothic, giving Amber the feeling of the whole University being pluck right out of England and deposited here. Creepy and romantic all at the same time. The campus was layed out in overlapping squares, with the main quad in the center circled by the primary academic buildings. The administration building stood at the north end with the science buildings running down the left side and the arts and humanities buildings on the right side. At the south end stood the student union, called the “Wingate Club”. On the outer loop of the campus stood all of the student and faculty housing. All unmarried students were required to live on campus while enrolled. Also, all faculty at or below the Assistant Professor level recieved a one-bedroom apartment in the faculty housing free of charge.

Upon first hearing about the requirement to live on campus all four years, Amber was slightly disappointed. She intended in living in the dorms as a freshman, but also intend on getting an apartment during her sophomore or junior year. Her attitude quickly changed when the orientation mentor explained student housing composes the dorms, 2 apartment buildings (one reserved strictly for graduate students) and twelve sorority and fraternity houses. The mentor went on to explain that ninety percent of students joined a sorority or fraternity by the time they became a junior and most of them required members to live in their house. Freshmen could apply, and if accepted, their housing would be moved to the house prior to the start of classes. Amber never had really thought about joining a sorority, but if 90% of the students joined one, should she at least check them out.

The tour wandered through the science buildings with the mentor identifying all of the important rooms to freshmen, like the Gen Chem lecture hall. The group was just about the leave the chemistry building when one of the girls asked about a showcase fully of trophy’s and delta pi sigma in big capital Greek letters on the back wall.

“Oh, that is the building’s sponsor showcase. Each sorority and fraternity on campus sponsors one of the academic buildings. Delta Pi Sigma sponsors this building, so all of the trophy’s they have won over the previous years stay here,” the mentor said. Amber really wished she could remember the mentor’s name. She remember she is starting her junior year and is a molecular biology major, but couldn’t remember her name.

“What does sponsoring involve?” the same girl asked.

“The building’s sponsor is responsible for making the building be a shinning example of the University. Formally, the students put on the alumni open house each spring and the senior students will attend fundraising and professional networking events held by the building’s department. Some of the houses make pledges clean their sponsor buildings while others hold initiation in the buildings. It kinda depends on the house and the building’s department. Any ways, we need to get moving along. There is lots more of the campus to see before lunch.”

The tour wandered through the rest of the buildings on the quad while the guide pointed out important parts and occasionally adding bits of trivia. Myra University is not very large, allowing the tour to walk through the general student areas of every building before returning to the Wingate Club for lunch.

The guide stopped the group before the cafeteria, “That concludes today’s tour. This afternoon you will schedule your classes. Please go to the academic building where your major is located. There will be signs to tell you which room you will need to go to. Most of you go to the department’s office, but a few larger majors do registration in other rooms. Late this afternoon on the quad, you will find the student activities fair, where many of the different RSOs will have booths and games setup. You ladies, I’ll be at the Sigma Epsilon Xi booth. Also, if you look at the back of your information back you will find my contact info. Feel free to email me, but I’ll also see everyone tomorrow morning! Any questions?” Everyone just shook their heads as they fumbled with their information folders. “Good! Now lets get some lunch!” she said as she turned and led the way into the cafeteria.

Amber did not follow the group, instead glanced around to find a restroom. The left side of the main lobby contained the glass display windows of the bookshop while the right side contained display windows of various university sports and academic teams with the entrance to the student government offices in the center. Without any signs, Amber guessed there must be restrooms upstairs. She weaved her way through the flow of traffic to make it to the right twin of the marble stairs. The quick tapping of her heels was drowned out by the general commotion, though became distinct as she made her way down the hall on the second floor. She found different student services offices lining the first section of the hallway.

The clicking became more apparent as she followed the hallway to the right. She slowed her pace to preserve the tranquility of the hardwood lined hallway. The dark oak paneling was nicely accented by cove lights running the entire length. Amber was enjoying the beauty before her when she heard noises coming from a closed door ahead of her. A older women’s voice became barely audible as she heard the solid oak door. Amber figured she must have been yelling to be heard through such a heavy door.

Amber reached the doorway and the women stopped. The crisp pop startled Amber, causing her to stop half a step beyond the door. She couldn’t place it, but is sounded like a muffled firecracker. Pop. There she heard it again, then again and again. The last of which was followed by a high pitched noise. Amber went through everything she could think of that would be causing such an odd noise at the university as the popping sound and high pitch response continued every 20 seconds or so. She glanced up and down the hallway before leaning closer to the door. The popping sound became louder but the response was sitting unintelligible.

Amber was just about to place her ear to the door when the clicking sounds of heels on hardwood echoed from the lobby direction. She quickly became alert and glanced around for an exit. The ladies room was on the other side of the hall, a few yards down the hallway. Her heart began to race as she made it quickly, but quietly to the restroom. She eased the door shut before slipping into a stall and taking a deep breath.

Safe! Why was she running? She was snooping, but no one would know if she just continued normally down the hall. No matter, she was here at her original destination, she thought to her self. A button, a zipper and a paper toilet seat cover then she was ready to take care of business and get back to lunch. The pee though would not come. She tried again to release the muscles down below, but nothing would come out.

She was getting ready to give up when the door opened and in came a crying girl. The sobbing echoed lightly off the walls as the girl rounded the privacy corner. Amber leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the redhead coed as she made her way to the handicap stall. Amber waited until she heard the click of the latch before leaving her own stall, wash her hands and return to the cafeteria.

Amber could only think of the peculiarity of the whole set of events. Was the girl the same one being yelled at in the office? What was the popping sound? Why was she crying? Maybe she’d failed a class or something and was being placed on probation or something. Amber did not know it at the time, but the redhead had failed a class and was placed on probation plus something else.


The Road Less Taken

I never wanted to go on the trip. I wanted to go to Panama City with my friends for spring break, not Disney World with my family. I’d actually rather have stayed home than went to Disney World. At least Hilary was there and I could hang out with her for the week. For a high school senior, Spring Break was the last opportunity to have a good time with your friends. We were all going to different universities in a few months and wouldn’t get a change to hang out, let along party together. Furthermore, Disney World is not friendly to 18 year olds. 11 and 14 year olds, well my little sisters thought so. It even had ‘adult’ areas where you had to be 21 to enter. Anyone 15-20 with a social life, Disney World wasn’t a place you wanted to visit.

We’d been in the car for just over 4 hours when we passed Atlanta and things started take a turn for the worst. I was sitting behind the passenger’s seat, listening to music from my iPhone when Alex decided she wanted to lay down, with her head laying against Sandy and her smelly feet on my lap. I was going to have them that close to my face so i pushed them forward onto the floor.

Alex frowned at me and returned her feet back to my lap. I shoved them off again and Alex just put them back in placed. “MOM, Alex keeps putting her feet on my lap!” I whined like I was 12 again. Why is it that ridding in the car for more than 30 minutes with my sister’s gets me acting like I’m a kid again. I’m a mature adult now, but they still know exactly how to get under my skin.

“Miranda, just allow Alex to set them on your lap so she can sleep,” Mom answered.

“But they smell, and she hasn’t washed them in days!” I whined.

“No they don’t!” Alex defended herself.

“Enough girls!” Mom stated sternly. Subconsciously I knew Mom was starting to get irritated at us. Probably more so me than Sandy or Alex. Especially since I’d spent the first 2 hours quietly complaining about the trip.

Alex returned her feet to my lap a few minutes later, making sure to wiggle her toes up near my face. So gross. I slapped her feet forward, and out of my face, causing them to bounce off the back of Mom’s seat.

“Owweeee” Alex cried out as if I had really hurt her. She can be such a drama queen.

“Miranda, enough! All you have been doing is complaining since we left this morning. We all know you don’t want to be here with us. You’d rather be back home avoiding your family, but you are here so you need to make the best of the situation. Now stop complaining and be nice to your sisters,” Mom lectured me. “If you don’t, your father can pull off the highway and we can have a little chat along side the road.”

It was probably a bluff, but I didn’t really want to push my luck. “Yes mom,” I replied and resentfully let Alex return her feet to my lap. It was barely 15 minutes when Alex turned, then stretched her legs, pushing a heel into my thigh. After a few seconds it began to hurt, so I slapped her calf, drawing exaggerated cry from Alex.

“Miranda, that’s it!” Mom stated dryly without even looking back at me.

Dad started to slow the Tahoe down. Oh shit! I was in trouble now. He pulled off on a deserted exit ramp and stopped the car in this gravel lot next to the ramp which looked like it may have been used for road construction at one time. There were a few odd gravel-grass hills surrounding the lot, which allowed you to easily see a car parked in it, but a person would be mostly obstructed.

Mom and Dad both got out of the car and Mom opened my door. “Out!” she commanded and I dutifully complied. “Get those jeans and panties down!”

“But Mom, it was Alex’s fault!” I whined, but she just stared back as Dad rounded the back of the truck.

“1…” Mom said holding up her right index finger. She hadn’t counted on me since…I was 16? She really didn’t mean for me to get spanked her, on the side of the road, did she?

“2…” Mom said raising her right middle finger. I had to choose now. If she got to 3, my ass would be grass, literally. 3 meant we got double plus an hour of corner time with our butt on display. She really wouldn’t do it here, could she?

“You can’t seriously intend to spank me here on the side of the road.” I tried one last chance.

“3!” Mom said and grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward and downward at the same time. I struggled as I went under her arm but it was quite pointless. She’d already unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Dad pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles, exposing my bare butt for all the world to see. It actually was just the empty parking lot, but the amount I blushing made it feel like the whole world. Dad pulled his belt out and doubled it over while Mom kept a hold of me, preventing me from reaching my jeans or panties.

Crack! “Owweee!” I cried out as the belt bit into my backside.

Crack! “Ahhhhh!” I looked up to see Alex and Sandy’s poking their heads out the door to see me get spanked.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Dad brought the his belt down over and over on my butt until I’d taken the standard 18 strokes, one per year of age. My butt was on fire when Mom let go of me. I immediately stood up and tried to rub out the heat, no longer concerned about my modesty.

“Now are you going to take your spanking like a lady?” Mom asked. I knew I should’ve complied when she started counting, but my stubbornness wouldn’t allow it. The house rule was once you started school, you were old enough to take a spanking without a fuss. If you refused to comply, like I had just did, the original punishment was doubled; the first set was for the original misbehavior then a second, more ridged set for not cooperating. Each set was always equal to your age, where the misbehavior determined if and what implement was used. I was now expected to bend over and touch my toes while getting another 18 swats on my already painful rear end. Getting out of position, or miss counting, meant the swat wouldn’t count.

“Yes ma’am.” I replied in my best contrite voice.

“Hand over your jeans and panties then bend over and touch your toes and take your spanking like a lady.” I rubbed my butt for another moment before sighing and stepping out of my jeans and panties. I knelt down, in an oddly lady-like manner if I had been wearing a skirt then handed them to Mom. Reaching for my feet the second time was definitely unladylike. Dad had a clear target at my stripped backside for his belt. I don’t know why Mom always referred to it as ‘take your spanking like a lady’ even though I had to assume a very exposing position.

Crack! “AAAHHHhhhh oneee!” I cried out as a new band of fire ignited in my backside.

Crack! “OWWWWWW snifff twwooo!”

Crack! “AAAHHHHHH thhheee!” Holding the position was agonizing difficult. Every instance of my soul said to move and somehow reduce the pain by my mind barely kept hold of my body. I was lucky to be flexible enough to get my finger under my toes which kept my hands from moving when the strokes bite into by butt.

Crack! “AAAHHHHHHHH aattteee!”

Crack! “EEEEESSSKKKKKKK naaaneee!” My fingers broke free as my knees buckled. The belt had landed just at the top of my tights where the flesh is more muscly then fatty and the sting is amazing.

“That one doesn’t count Miranda,” Mom said. I reached back and rubbed my tender thights for a moment before returning to position. If I was going to get another swat, I might as well get the most out of the screw up.

Crack! “AAAHHHHHHHH Ahhh ahhhh ahhh naaaannneee ahh!” Dad placed this stroke directly onto of the last one, doubling the sting. My cheeks were clenched and releasing over and over. Dad didn’t wait for it to stop and methodically delievered 8 more strokes to my tender flesh.

Crack! “OOwwww Owww OOoowwwww Owwwww aatttaaann!” The 18th stroke was directly on top of the 17th where my cheeks met my thighs, which got me to jump up again. I hopped around rubbing the bottom of my butt.

“That one doesn’t count Miranda, now get back in position!” Mom said. I didn’t really care at that moment though. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have sworn someone just placed a hot curling iron across my butt. The fire just kept burning, as if the belt was landing over and over.

Mom finally had enough and grabbed my arm then swatted my butt a few times as she pulled be back into position. I reached under my toes and held on for all I could. Dad didn’t disappoint with replicate of the 18th stroke.

Crack! “OOwwww Owwweee OOoowwwww aatttaaann Owwwww Owwwww!”    I cried as the fire burnt hotter.

Somehow I managed to maintain the position until Mom said “Now we expect you will act your age and a productive member of this family. This is a vacation. We are ALL supposed to be enjoying ourselves.”

“With an ass on fire how was I supposed to enjoy the vacation?” I thought as I stared down at my pink toes.

“Now instead of the normal corner time for being uncooperative, you can kneel on the floor in the back and lay over the seat until we get to the hotel.”

“Corner time! I haven’t had that since… the last time I was uncooperative and got a double spanking.” I thought silently to myself.

“Up into the car you go.” Mom said holding onto the door. Sandy and Alex had returned to their seats and where sitting there like little angels, except for the devilish grins. I stood up and became acutely aware of my nudity when a car started to come up the exit ramp. I flew into the back seat of the Tahoe and knelt down on the floor like Mom had instructed. She closed the door and we were back underway in no time.

The rest of the ride wasn’t as torturish as I expected. It was incredibly embarrassing to kneel half-naked in a SUV as you travel down the highway, but there were tinted windows in the back and the low position really prevented anyone from seeing me. I still could ‘feel’ the eyes of every truck driver seeing my whipped butt everytime a semi passed, even if it was just in my head.

They stopped south of Gainsville, Florida for dinner, but I was confined to the truck, since “corner time” lasted until sunrise the following day. My parents thoughts were it was a time to fully reflect on your actions and the new day was a new day with everything forgiven. Typically we were only given spankings where corner time was possible after dinner and the corner time would be spent in our bedroom corner, abet with our bedroom door open. We were always placed in the corner across from our door so everyone could see our punished bottom on display when they walked by our rooms. Mom would send us to bed around 8 and come morning we could return to normal activities, which always included putting panties right after we woke up.

Even traveling, the same rules were expected. Mom though did get my duffel bag and toiletry bag out of the back before I was allowed out of the truck and had me carry them into the rented condo. I used the bags to cover myself in the dark as I made the short trip up the porch steps and into the condo. I immediately found my sister’s and my room. I was in bed, under the covers, with my face buried in the pillow before Alex or Sandy could make it to the room.

My sisters didn’t hang out too long in the room before Mom shooed them downstairs to watch tv. Mom and I talked for a few minutes before a long hug. Emotional exhustion put me to sleep moments after she left.

In the morning it was as if nothing happened the day before, at least from my parent’s attitude. The rest of the vacation was actually quiet enjoyable. We spent the mornings in one of the theme parks as a family then after lunch, Sandy and I went to a water parks while Mom and Dad took Alex on the kiddie rides. Sandy and I spent our time at the water park riding the rides, sun tanning or me teaching her how to flirt with a cute boy. We’d all meet up again around 7ish and go to dinner then repeat the next day.

Senior spring break was memorable, though not for all the reason’s I’d thought when I’d started my senior year. Sometimes it is the road less taken that yields the highest results, good and bad.