--------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author (C) 2014. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. --------------------------------------- An Ineffective Punishment by Autumn Author autumnauthor@webmail.co.za FM/f, mast, spank, inc, ped Vanessa is the mother of sixteen year old Nicole, who happens to be in need of discipline. Vanessa provides it, but loses her resolve as she sees the effect it has on her daughter. She gives in to the temptation of giving Nicole pleasure instead of pain. This is intended to be part one of a series of Nicole being spanked in scandalous places and situations. These are *not* stories about discipline, but of kink and pleasure. Any feedback is welcome. ---------------------------------------------- Tapping my foot impatiently, I yelled "Hurry up Nicole; you're going to be late..again!" I heard some mumbling come from upstairs and finally my daughter ran down the steps to our living room. "Do you have everything you need?" I asked her. "Yeah mom, let's go," she replied, carrying her backpack in one hand. As Nicole hurried by me, I couldn't help but stare at her clothes in amazement. My sixteen year old daughter had decided to wear painted on black tights and a low-cut tank top to school. Her purple bra straps stood out brightly against her shoulders. Nicole had often pressed the boundaries of the school's dress code but never this far before. I waited until we had both gotten in the car and on the way to school before scolding her. Better to be on-time, even if dressed like this, given her tardy record. "Honey, you're going to get in trouble for wearing these outfits of yours. I walked behind you to the car and frankly, you might as well be wearing nothing from the waist down. Those tights are practically molded to your ass. If they make you change, you're going to be embarrassed." "Don't even worry about it mom, lots of girls get away with worse. Nobody is going to do anything. Besides, I like the way they feel on me." I glanced over at Nicole. With her long strawberry blonde hair flowing down her back, her big brown eyes, and fair complexion, certainly no guy was going to make a fuss about it. Some of the other girls, or female teachers however... "Look, I'm happy you're confident about your looks, but there is such a thing as flaunting it too much. Just be careful and try not to get in any more trouble, okay?" As I pulled up to the drop-off curb at school she replied, "Yeah, I know, shit. You don't have to say that every day. Bye." Nicole had some issues with swearing, being late, and being provocative at school. And I often worried it was because my husband and I were too lenient with our only child. I just had to hope she would turn things around as I let her out of the car and she walked through the gate. Returning to our home, I spent the morning washing dishes and cleaning the house, as usual. I was hoping for a relaxing afternoon before Nicole got back home when I got a call from the school, which I always dreaded. I hate to doubt my daughter, but these calls are hardly ever good news. The secretary for the Dean of students informed me that Nicole had been suspended, and I would need to come pick her up and talk with the Dean about the infraction and punishment. I tried to pry her for more information but she seemed very reluctant to say anything about the matter. I would simply have to hear it from the Dean himself. I hurriedly changed out of jeans and a t-shirt into a professional looking black skirt and white blouse and drove to the school. After getting my visitor's pass, I entered the Dean's office, and sat down next to my daughter, who had her head down and wouldn't meet my eyes initially. Not a good sign. "Well Ms. Chatham, as my assistant told you, Nicole has been suspended. I don't know for how long yet, but it's going to be sizable, probably a couple of weeks." "What?! Weeks?" I was shocked. "What on Earth could she do to deserve that long of a suspension?" "Well..there's no good way of putting it. Your daughter was caught giving oral sex on a boy during gym class. A few of the kids snuck away to the dugout, and apparently they all dared your daughter, and she gave in. That's when the gym coach found them after noticing they were all missing." I whirled around on my daughter. "Oh Nicole, no! In front of other kids, too? No one will ever forget that, the whole high school will know by the end of the day. Don't you ever think before you do these things?" After getting no response, the Dean continued. "And Ms. Chatham, will you please make sure your daughter dresses more modestly in the future? She should have been sent home at the beginning of the day considering what she's wearing. I've had words with the teachers in her earlier classes and they know to be a little more strict in the future. It's a distraction to everyone." "I understand, I will, of course. May we go? This is just humiliating, Nicole!" "Of course. We will be in touch by phone in regard to the length of the suspension." I thanked him, and I practically dragged Nicole out of the administration building, but not before two boys openly stared at Nicole's ass and legs on the way out. I was furious with her like I'd never been before. I had no idea what I was going to do when I got her home, but it was going to be bad. After what seemed to be an eternity, we finally arrived home and I slammed the front door behind us. Pointing towards her room I told her to go there and not come back down until I called for her, after her father came home. I didn't bother to listen to her attempts to apologize, interrupting her each time words started to come out of her mouth. As she turned the corner to climb up the stairs I yelled after her, "Don't you dare change out of those clothes either; I want your father to see exactly what you decided to wear to school today!" As the hours passed, I remained angry about having to hear what had happened from the Dean. When my husband Peter got home, I wasted no time in letting him know what had happened, and how upset I was about it. As the story went on, Peter looked more and more flustered. He was not a disciplinarian, and although from his responses I knew he was disappointed, I could see he didn't know what should be done. At first I just wanted to talk with her with my husband present. I called Nicole down and she wasted no time getting downstairs. As she walked up to us, I noticed she had changed her outfit somewhat. She was no longer wearing a bra, evident by her large C cup breasts bouncing very noticeably as she walked. I prepared myself for her to be defiant even in the face of how serious this was. Peter and I sat down on the couch and Nicole stood before us, as was usual when she was in trouble with us. "Young lady," my husband began, "Your mother told me what happened. I want to know why you decided to be pressured into doing something so unbelievable on school grounds." "They didn't really pressure me into it, I like doing stuff like that. It's not a big deal; the teacher just blew it out of proportion." "It's not a big deal?" My husband asked incredulously. "Giving head is not a big deal at school? Well it is to us, especially when your mother has to find out about it like she did. You've been suspended as well, which is a huge deal to me. You're hurting what chances you have for a bright future." "I just want to have some fucking fun at school, it's so boring there. If it wasn't so boring I wouldn't get in as much trouble. PE is the worst." I couldn't stand it anymore; Nicole's attitude was just too much to bear. I snapped a little. "You're BORED?! Are you really bored? Is that why you're acting out so much Nicole? Well maybe we should make things a little more exciting around here for you then. You know what's exciting? Getting spanked is exciting. Why don't you come here Nicole, it's been a long time but you seem to need it again." "WHAT?!" Nicole yelled. "No way! I'm not a little girl anymore!" "I don't care, Nicole," Peter said. "You're acting like one, and you will obey your mother." Peter helpfully got up and guided Nicole to me. "Now you get across her lap. I hope this is embarrassing for you, like your mother was embarrassed." I took Nicole by the wrist and brought her close to me. Before she could struggle, I grabbed the waist of her tights on both sides of her and pulled them down off of her ass, with a yelp from Nicole. Unsurprisingly, all that she had on underneath were plain black thong-style panties. Wasting no time, I put a hand on her back and forced her to lean over my outstretched legs, and began to smack her behind with my right hand. After a couple of moderate whacks, I looked up to see my husband look at me with quite a shocked expression. Looking back down at Nicole, I wondered if it had been right to pull down her tights, since Peter was getting quite the view of her ass now that he was back down on the couch. He was trying not to stare, but wasn't doing a very good job. Not wanting to waffle about this, I bit my lip and continued to smack her. "Oh come on, Mom! Please, that's enough!" Nicole begged. Nicole's reaction to being spanked was curious to say the least. As it went on, she calmed down quite a bit. There were no more pleas to stop. If anything the squirming after that seemed to be in order to get more comfortable. She silently took her spanking, the opposite of what I had anticipated. After I noticed her cheeks getting pink, and my arm starting to tire, I stopped. It had only been a minute or two though. "Nicole, you can go back to your room now. I want you to think about how what you did has affected us. I want you to think how you're going to spend the weeks you will no doubt be suspended for. And I want you to think about how you will be changing the way you dress when you go to school from now on." Nicole straightened up again slowly, the cheeks on her face red and her hair very messy now. She looked at me, and then her father, and looked like she might faint. But after an awkward few moments of silence, she pulled up her tights, straightened her top, and ran back up the stairs to her room. That almost-scared look on her face made all my anger evaporate. Once she had closed her door, I turned on my husband. "I saw you staring, you pervert! God, look at your pants, you have a hard-on, don't you?" I smiled to show him I wasn't being very serious. "I'm sorry. That was a sight though. Couldn't help it." "Oh I bet you couldn't." I undid Peter's belt and jeans and slid my hand in to grip his cock. Whatever I might be angry or worried about seemed to not matter anymore when I saw or felt my husband's penis. Peter closed his eyes and sighed. Taking that as permission, I slid his pants and underwear down around his legs, exposing his erection. As I leaned my head over, about to part my lips and ease his cock around my mouth, I said, "You know, she could come back down any minute. We probably shouldn't." "God, I don't even care," was his reply. Smiling inwardly, I began to suck his dick with passion. After getting the whole shaft wet with my saliva, I took my left hand and began to stroke it while my mouth bobbed up and down on the top half. After hearing a few murmurs about him cumming soon, I looked up for a moment and saw my husband's eyes still closed. "Peter, what are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about that cute little ass of Nicole's." "Oh, you're a bad daddy. You're going to cum in your wife's mouth while fantasizing about your daughter. Well cum already baby. I need to swallow some cum tonight." I was getting into this fantasy, and it was making me wet. My husband put his hand on my head and I allowed him to fuck my face. I was rewarded a minute later with a mouthful of his cum. Later that night in our bedroom, I was rewarded again with an earth-shattering orgasm after he fucked me doggy-style. For the next couple of days I pondered if I should try to make up another excuse to spank Nicole, just to tease Peter more. What he did to me that night was magical, and I wanted a repeat of that experience more than anything. It turned out that I wouldn't have to. --- The next day my husband and I decided to restrict Nicole's normal 9PM curfew to 6PM during her suspension. I had also wanted to start laying out Nicole's clothes for her each morning, but Peter had come out and confessed to me that he loved what Nicole wore on her own, and that he wished I would start dressing in the same way in public. I felt happy about him being so honest with me, because I had been worrying up to that point that he had been hiding his desires, and I knew that to be a thing harmful to a marriage. I promised him to go shopping with Nicole at some point just to make his blood boil. Nicole had gone out with a friend a little after 3PM; she couldn't go out any earlier as the school would consider that truancy despite her suspension. My husband arrived home at 6 on the dot, and told me he had seen Nicole loitering around the park down the road. He had watched her for about 20 minutes from the side of the road She had just been sitting there the whole time, alone on a swing. By the time he had changed from his suit, and came back down, Nicole walked through the door, five minutes late. "Yeah, yeah, I know...I'm late" she said pre-emptively. I looked at her from my seat on the couch. "Yes you're late, Nicole. But not too late. Just make sure it doesn't happen again. What were you doing at the park?" "Talking to guys. Bobby mostly." "That guy you gave the blowjob to at the school? I thought we told you we didn't want you around him anymore. When were you talking to him?" "For the last hour, we left like 5 minutes ago." From what my husband said it was obviously a lie, but why would she do that? I looked at my husband who was standing in a doorway watching us. It was like she wanted us to get upset with her. "Well I don't know what to say Nicole...I'm very unhappy you did that, after we said not to." I was getting frustrated at her for lying, but not angry. "Yeah...well...what now?" "What do you want, young lady?" my husband asked her. Nicole's face began to get red. She looked down and said, "I think...I think I should be spanked again." Peter came up from behind her, and said, "You *think* you should be spanked, or you *want* to be spanked?" Nicole looked at me and bit her lip, before turning around and looking at her father and replied, "Both?" "You enjoyed it the last time, didn't you sweetheart," I asked. My heart was racing a mile a minute. Nicole turned around again and walked towards me. She replied, "Yeah mom...I'm sorry. It's bad, isn't it?" "Don't be sorry Nicole, we're your parents, you can tell us these things. Your father saw you wasting time at the park. We know you weren't doing anything wrong. You don't need to make up excuses. We're here for you when you need something. It's not bad. Come on..." I leaned forward and grabbed the waistline of her denim jean miniskirt and pulled her closer to me, then undid the four buttons on the front of it. When I was done, I let it fall to the ground, and revealed that my daughter didn't feel the need to wear panties with a skirt that barely covered her ass in the first place. "What, you don't wear underwear now, Nicole?" I asked. "I feel sexier without it; it makes me feel like I'm getting away with something bad. Plus it was warm today." "Well that's something to think about too, isn't it, Vanessa?" my husband asked me with a suggestive glance. Feeling myself starting to get warm at the thought of going commando in a skirt in public, I decided to distract Peter some more. "Alright Nicole, I don't want your top or bra poking my legs this time, take them off and then bend over across my lap for your spanking." Nicole did just that, stripping naked except for her black calf high socks in a matter of seconds. Peter sat down on the other end of the couch, and I registered that he didn't take his eyes off of her naked body for a moment. As Nicole bent over my lap, I could feel her pale pink nipples brush across my left thigh. Her stomach, flat but soft and warm rested against my right thigh and I felt lucky that I had chosen to wear shorts today. I reached across to the end table to pick up one of my elastic hair ties, bound Nicole's hair into a pony tail, and let it fall to one side of her head. Excited to get started, I gave Nicole's pale ass a nice hard smack to begin with, which elicited a shocked yelp from Nicole. Then I began to spank her ass a little more gently but steadily, being rewarded with a soft "uh!" every time my hand made contact with her smooth skin. I interrupted my rhythm to put my hand on one of Nicole's thighs to show her that I wanted her to spread her legs a little. She complied without any resistance, and I looked at my husband. His jaw dropped open as he stared at his daughter's pussy, and I hoped that part of his shock was the fact that I was the one that made it possible. I resumed spanking Nicole, making sure to go even more gently, now that her pussy was exposed. The sounds she was making got louder, and she began squirming lightly in my lap. I felt myself get very warm between my legs feeling Nicole move her naked body against my legs, and it made me wonder about how she was feeling. Impulsively I put my right hand between Nicole's thighs and ran the side of two of my fingers down the length of her pussy lips. I felt the moisture that was there, and Nicole's body jumped involuntarily at the contact. "Nicole--sweetheart! Are you turned on, honey?" I knew the answer already but I wanted to hear it from her. Nicole kept her head faced to the ground but replied, "Uhhh..yeah. It feels good to be spanked like this, and I've been daydreaming about it all day." "Well in that case, I think you've had enough spanking for now, let's try something else to make you feel good, okay?" "Uhm, okay." She was putty in my hands, and I was getting even hornier because of it. I leaned my legs to the left to give myself some room, then licked my index and middle fingers and stuck them back between Nicole's legs. I looked my husband in the eye as I began to slowly rub her clitoris. Nicole moaned loudly at the contact, and I bit my lower lip with jealousy of what Nicole was feeling. "Does that feel better honey?" I asked Nicole as I stroked her breasts with the palm of my left hand, loving how hard her nipples were. Nicole had stopped making her 'uh' noises and was softly chanting 'fuck' over and over again. She didn't bother to respond to my question, she wasn't paying attention to anything but what was happening to her pussy. Peter was on the edge of the couch, licking his lips at the sight of me rubbing Nicole's pussy. I got him to meet my eyes again, and mouthed to him 'let me see that cock'. He got the gist of what I was saying, and quietly undid his zipper. He had to reach into his pants to get his hard cock out of the hole in his boxers, but when he did, it was a beautiful sight. He was as hard as I'd ever seen him, a long thick erection straight out of his pants. He didn't hesitate to grip his penis at the base and tease the head with his other hand. Forgetting about the pretense of this starting off as a spanking, I brought my fingers back to my mouth, licked them again, and started to push a finger into Nicole's cunt. It was very tight, even for one finger. I didn't know if it was because she was sixteen, or very aroused, but it felt good. I started pinching both of her nipples while each second I edged my finger farther into her wet pussy. I very much wanted to grab my own nipples, but wanted to make this as pleasurable for my daughter as possible. While Peter began jacking off in earnest, I started putting my index finger as deep inside Nicole as I felt would be comfortable for her, rubbing her clit for a few seconds after every couple of thrusts. I could feel her getting close, and Peter must have known too, because Nicole was swearing a blue streak in between high-pitched moans every time I touched her clit. Suddenly, Peter jumped up from his seat, and started rubbing his penis faster and faster, standing behind Nicole. Before I could react to that, I felt Nicole's cunt clamp down on my finger and spasm. Nicole leaned up and braced her hands against my leg and let out a high loud "Ohhhhhhhhh!". Scared, I braced my other hand against her freckled back, to make sure she didn't turn around to see her father's hard cock a few inches away from her pussy. Once it appeared that she came out of her orgasm, and she opened her eyes again I said, "Nicole honey, lay back down on my lap and close your eyes for a second, just catch your breath." "Yeah mom...o-okay." Luckily she leaned back down, but I couldn't tell if she had her eyes closed or not. I withdrew my wet fingers from between her legs and put them around my husband's cock. That pushed him over the edge, as he made a strangled sound which gave me just enough warning to aim his dick away from Nicole's legs. He came in thick ropes of cum that barely missed Nicole's round ass and hit the hardwood floor with loud splat sounds. "W-what was that?" Nicole asked as she whipped her head around to look at the floor next to her. Peter, now thinking straight, got a panicked look on his face and took a step back, hurriedly replacing his cock in his pants. "Is that? What--?" Nicole asked again after a second. I decided to be honest with her. I might have lied, if she was younger, and it wasn't quite so obvious. The living room smelled thoroughly of male and female sex now. "It's cum honey, your father is just a guy after all, and he couldn't help himself. Don't be too hard on him." "Oh..like, he came?" Nicole stood up after I tapped her on the stomach to signal it was okay to do so. She turned to face him, making sure not to step in his cum lying on the floor. "You came, dad?" Her face was hard to read, but she sounded relieved. "Yeah hon, sorry. It must be contagious," he joked with a crooked half-smile. He sat back down, but Nicole very obviously glanced at his crotch, where his erection was still noticeable because he had forgotten to zip back up. "Oh. That's okay. Mom always says not to be ashamed of your body or what it does, or something like that. That's really why I like to dress the way I do. I don't mean to get in trouble, honestly!" It was obvious she took my body image speeches to heart as she stood stark naked talking to her parents a minute after having an earth shattering orgasm on my finger, which I realized was still sticky. "Well your father and I have talked about it, and we want you to dress however you want from now on. You should let one of us know whenever you want to be uh..spanked, from now on too. Maybe this will keep you out of trouble." "Oh great!" Nicole jumped a bit in happiness. "Being spanked is so much better than just like--well--you know." She giggled, but then became serious. "This is wrong though, isn't it? I've never heard of anyone doing this kinda thing." "Nicole, of course it's wrong. It felt good though, right? As long as no one finds out, your dad and I will make sure you feel really good, okay?" Nicole nodded her head and pulled her clothes back on. Peter leaned back and took a deep breath of relief at seeing her agree to that. "Nicole, remind me we have to go shopping for clothes, sweetheart. I have to get some sexier clothes to wear for your dad, and we have to get supplies for our trip to the beach next week, okay?" Nicole jumped again and let out an excited 'Yay!'. Peter and I looked at each other and I knew we wer all looking forward to that. ---------------------------------------------- End of Part 1