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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.

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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.

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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.

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End of Part 1